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follow up thought on the tiny Imagination town, both versions could end with a micro/macro smut, lol. Very, very different vibes to the smut, but they both could.

Roman’s just saved the day, and after they thank him with a feast, a few particularly bold villagers approach him with an offer of a more... intimate method of thanks

vs

Remus on his rampage, snatching up villagers and shoving them into his underwear or into his dick. Perhaps he rampages naked today, so everyone can see how horny the destruction is making him, can clearly see as he deposits yet another villager into his balls. Perhaps he tears the water tower open to use it as a cum jar, or perhaps he sees how many buildings he can coat.

- bitty

this is SO REAL

roman encourages them to worship him as thanks for his protection, but its not his fault if they want to rub at his cock through his trousers, or press tiny kisses to romans lips. he lets them move at their own pace rubbing and grinding against his cock or over his nice, muscular chest, and he uses his fingers to praise or pet them, which just furthers their excitement

remus meanwhile encourages them to try and run and scream just to grab them anyway; theyre nothing compared to him! they can escape him! regardless of how hard they try! he watches them drown in his orgasm, fucks the ground or a building regardless of the people that become smashed under his cock, and shamelessly swallow people down to his stomach or his balls to feel them squirming and crying before theyre digested into nothingness! let alone the amount of people he snub out with his feet! any extras he wants to keep are poured into a sweaty sock or hugged securely in his boxers until he decides whether they become a snack or a sex toy

#my ask #anxiousgaypanicking

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hello, tis bitty, I have returned with more micro/macro thoughts

so in a setting wherein The Imagination is a place that the sides can visit and the creativities can manipulate, and imaginary people can inhabit, I can easily imagine either of the creativitwins creating a tiny village, though they would go about it rather differently.

Roman, perhaps, would come and be their giant protector, here to save them from whatever monster of the day is plaguing the tiny little town. And if they thank him for his efforts with a miniature grand party and feast, why of course he would be delighted to be the guest of honor!

Remus, meanwhile, would want to be the beast rampaging through the place, terrorizing the citizens, demolishing buildings, snatching up a few unlucky tiny people to carry off never to be seen again.

They don't tend to play together.

roman enjoys playing the hero, even to a tiny town. he'll pluck up criminals and scold them, or heroically fight off another giant beast of his own creation! and the food they offer him at their feast does little to satisfy his mighty stomach, and so gathers a small assortment of jubilant villagers who willingly offer themselves up to please him, and makes sure to kiss and praise and properly appreciate each one before swallowing them down to his stomach

remus, meanwhile, is a lot more violent, kicking over buildings, throwing himself onto houses, making a gorey mess of the village below. he'll taunt them with cruel words and sadistic laughter, grabbing and swallowing families and leaving everyone else horrified. but he has other uses for these tinies too, and so doesnt leave until he has two handfuls that he can take away and play with until hes eventually bored and crushes them too

#my ask #anxiousgaypanicking

[itty-bitty-fun]

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p.3 of c vore fic?

Cock Snack

Analoceitmus (Virgil x Logan x Janus x Remus) Warnings: micro/macro, oral play, cock vore, restraints, cum digestion, sex, fingering, edging, crying

Remus is hardly paying attention to the noises beyond his bedroom door, but if he was he would hear a dual set of rapidly approaching footsteps; one set leading and determined, with the other more clumsy, as if the second pair of feet were being dragged behind and were struggling to keep up.

In fact, Remus doesn't even process the sounds echoing through the hallways until they're right outside his door, which is being promptly thrown open mere seconds later.

The force of which dramatically sends Remus's door careening into the wall, where the knob easily bypasses the first few layers of drywall, creating a jagged hole that the door seems wedged into. Remus stares at it briefly, before looking towards his door frame instead, where he sees Janus standing front and center.

Casually, Janus waltzes right in, and pulls Logan in behind him, who he's holding by the wrist.

Logan looks a bit winded - presumably from being quickly pulled down the hall - and very confused, while Janus smiles at Remus, before cutting to the chase almost immediately.

"Would you do me a favor and shrink both yourself and Logan down, love?" he asks, not sparing a single second.

Remus's eyes go wide, and a grin spreads across his own face as he pushes himself up into an upright position. "Why?" comes Remus's response, though he quickly adds "I'm down, of course, but why?"

"Because I can't do it myself, obviously."

Remus blows a raspberry with his tongue. "You know that's not what I meant. Why do you want us itty-bitty?"

"I'd like to know too," Logan interjects, as he attempts to catch his breath.

Immediately, Janus is waving away the questions. "You'll both find out soon enough," he states, before tapping his chin. "But only after you're the size of... hmmmm... little gummy bears? That seems like an adequately small size."

Remus has absolutely no hesitation flinging himself out of bed, shimmying excitedly as he again pesters "why?! Are you going to eat us? Crush us?"

Janus doesn't bother acknowledging Remus's theories. "Do what you're told, dear."

Remus's bottom lip juts out in a pout, but he reaches to grab Logan by his hips and pull him away from Janus. He makes sure they're chest to chest before concentrating, and then both him and Logan are shrinking down to Janus's desired size. They're so small Logan briefly worries about them becoming lost in Remus's rather unsanitary carpet, but luckily Janus easily plucks them up and holds them in his palm.

Then, he's heading out of Remus's room with no further acknowledgement towards the two tinies, ignoring their continuous inquiries as to what's going on.

Janus makes down the hallway, knowingly passing by his own room, before jostling the duo briefly in order to get their attention. As they're both knocked somewhat off balance, their first instinct is to look around. And in doing so, they see Janus has opened a door, and on the bed was Virgil, who was both nude and restrained, with his head lifted to look towards them, as if he was expecting their arrival.

Janus smugly holds his hand outstretched as he steps into his room, shutting the door once he's inside.

Virgil's half-hard, and he's tied spread out. Arms above his head, and ankles separated, attached to either bedpost. He's squinting towards Janus. "They're so small," he comments, looking almost a little doubtful. "I can hardly see them."

As Logan and Remus stare, mouths agape, Janus merely chuckles. "They're there," he affirms, moving closer to Virgil's side. "No need to worry."

Remus's head whips towards Janus. "You guys have been conspiring!" he dramatically proclaims, sounding both excited and upset at being left out of the loop. "And Logan and I have been left clueless! What have you guys planned?"

Janus shushes Remus. "You'll find out soon enough."

He scoots himself onto the bed, and kneels between Virgil's legs. Virgil looks increasingly excited the closer Janus gets to him, and even more excited when Remus and Logan are gently deposited onto his soft chest. Janus gently pokes Logan once they are, before retracting his hand.

"Strip, lovelies," Janus instructs them, as his hands move to undo his own clothes.

Logan obeys almost immediately, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation driving him forward, with Remus being a lot more impatient and practically tearing the fabric away from his body. He utilizes Janus's momentary distraction and crawls over Virgil's chest, making Virgil shiver at the feeling of Remus's bug-like footsteps traversing his torso, until Remus reaches his nipple.

He straddles it shamelessly, and rubs his growing cock against it, making Virgil cuss at the strange feeling of his nipple being stimulated by something so small.

As soon as Janus notices, he's rolling his eyes, and pushing Remus away despite Remus's repeated protests!

As he's dragged back to Logan's side, he argues "you never said we had to stay still!"

"Stay still," Janus immediately responds, and muses at the grumbles he gets in turn. His hands dip down his waistband and undo his pants, before his clothes are pulled the rest of the way off.

Once his naked body is on display, he reaches towards the nightstand to grab a small bottle of lube. But instead of pouring it onto his fingers, he turns the bottle upside-down above Logan's head, and - before Logan can even gasp - is squirting a drop onto him.

Immediately, Logan's covered in the slick substance, and coughs as he struggles to make his way out of what feels like a small pool of the flavorless liquid.

He looks both annoyed and unamused as he crawls away from the puddle, sliding and falling onto his chest once or twice in his attempts to escape, before glaring at Janus behind his blurry frames. Despite his bitter expression, his cock is hardening too, as the humiliation that pairs with being so small starts to properly sink in.

Then, he's sliding his glasses off, deciding the ruined, smudged frames are of little use to him now.

He tosses them away - a decision that proves to be quite smart when shortly after Janus is scooping both him and Remus up into his hand once more. Though, this time, instead of just carrying them, Janus's thumb and index finger press against his and Remus's backs respectively.

They're being firmly pushed together. Their bodies are forced to rub against one another's, and with Logan's wet figure, they slide easily up and down. Both of their cocks are stimulated by the other - whether it be shaft grinding against shaft, or over their thighs or stomach - with their chests being equally squeezed against the other. Remus's hairy body glides over Logan's pudgier one, and their heads even bump together once or twice. Their hands scramble to grab and grip the other in hopes of holding tight to something. They moan at the overwhelming pleasure they're so suddenly subjected to, making Janus chuckle as Virgil's eyes watch their helplessness with intense eyes.

Immediately, between whines of pleasure, Remus is trying to compliment Janus on such a good idea, but he only gets about half a sentence out before Janus's finger presses more directly on the back of his head, shoving Remus's face against Logan's. Their mouths hit each other, and then they're both preoccupied with kissing messily, spit and lube being passed between the two bodies and against their tongues. 

Logan submissively lets Remus bite at his lip and push his tongue roughly into his mouth, sloppily tongue-fucking his throat as they're constantly shifted and rubbed along each other's bodies.

Janus admires them for a moment, confidently continuing his motions as he holds the two above Virgil's face in order to give him a clear view.

"What do you think, Virgil?" he asks, as he squishes Remus and Logan together, making them both cry and whimper in varying degrees of pleasure and pain. "Do you like how noisy they are? How perversely they grind as desperate as they can against the other?"

As he speaks, he uses his free hand to pour a little swirl of lube over Virgil's cock directly, making Virgil gasp as his cock twitches at the sudden slick being poured along its length. Following directly after is Janus's hand wrapping around his shaft and slowly pumping his cock. Virgil whines immediately, and attempts to buck his hips up into Janus's fist.

"Aw, poor dear," Janus mockingly coos. "It was my intention to neglect you, love. So let me make up for it by getting to the real fun." 

All of a sudden, Janus's fingers come to a halt, stopping the delicious friction between Remus and Logan's bodies. Remus whines while Logan looks around curiously, aware there must be a reason. And sure enough, they're both being more casually tossed back onto Virgil's chest; their nude, flushed, and sweaty bodies on display for Virgil to see, provided Virgil strains to raise his head.

Remus and Logan look between each other, before they turn to watch Janus's big hand stroking Virgil's even bigger (and growing) cock as Virgil's fully worked up.

However, as he strokes, Janus leans down close to them, wordlessly licking a stripe up Remus's body.

Without warning, his forked tongue glides over Remus's miniscule form, causing Remus to cry out as the moist muscle pushes against his cock, over his nipples, and then over his face, coating him in a thin visage of spit. Then Janus is licking him again, though this time he specifically slides his tongue underneath Remus's ankles, and then runs it under Remus's ass, scooping Remus up with his tongue before pulling the tiny completely into his mouth, sucking and licking over him while moving to gently caress Virgil's cheek with his knuckles.

Virgil flushes as he's gently pet, before Janus's thumb is slipping between Virgil's lips and slowly guiding them apart.

Once they're spread open, Janus carefully pushes Remus out of his own mouth. Remus emerges feet-first, being slid past Janus's slick lips until just his wrists are being held by Janus's mouth pressed firmly together. Remus dangles above Virgil's mouth, with Virgil's bright red face staring intensely at him, as if hungrily awaiting his snack. And shortly thereafter, Janus is opening his mouth, and Remus is falling down and onto Virgil's tongue before he can even squeal.

He hits the muscle with a squishy slap, and just barely has the time to glance behind him and see Janus's amused face before Virgil closes his mouth, trapping him in hot, humid darkness. 

Virgil is quick to start sucking on Remus's body, moaning as his tongue glides over Remus's figure. Janus leans back as he does so, before pushing on Virgil's chin, tilting Virgil's head back until it's forced against the pillows. Virgil scrambles to press Remus against the roof of his mouth with his tongue to keep the tiny from tumbling down his throat at the action.

In a firm voice, Janus says "do not swallow him," before his fingers slide down Virgil's throat, and then down his chest, before Janus's digits reach Logan.

His index drags over Logan's chest, before he's pressing the pad of his finger into Logan's cock, rubbing small circles against it and watching Logan's back arch into the touch, his face twisting in pleasure as loud, pathetic cries spill from Logan's mouth. He's writhing desperately, no doubt overwhelmed by Janus's big and intense touch, but Janus doesn't ease up at all. Instead, he pushes harder against Logan, pulling the breath from Logan's body, before finally Janus's hand retracts.

He's reaching for the lube once more, though this time he spares Logan and uses it to cover his fingers instead.

Then, he's pushing them into Virgil, causing Virgil to moan at the sudden intrusion. Virgil's wrists pull at the ropes connecting his hands to the headboard, aching to grab Janus's shoulders or the mattress, while leaving Logan between them to watch, unfairly torn between the blurry visuals of Janus's smug fingering and the sight of Virgil's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows mouthfuls of spit, still eagerly sucking on Remus.

It's torture for Logan, who's shivering and still covered in lube; so much that he's sure he wouldn't even be very fun to suck on, and left with his vision blurred just enough to hinder him from properly enjoying anything non-physical. All he has are attractive but fuzzy visuals and muffled moans, and the feeling of himself sliding around his own puddle of lube whenever Virgil manages to arch his body even the slightest amount.

 This continues up until Janus pretends to notice him, which is when he brings his free hand to Logan's body and rather harshly presses his finger into Logan's back, pushing him face-down into the leftover puddle of lube without a care.

"Have I been neglecting you, little one?" Janus teasingly asks, before chuckling slightly. "Next time, I'll have Virgil suck on you instead. How does that sound?"

Logan moans, and so does Virgil, though for different reasons.

Janus's fingers brush against Virgil's prostate, making Virgil let out a closed-mouth cry, followed by Janus pulling his fingers out shortly after, earning a dramatic whine. In response though, Janus just taps Virgil's chin, cooing "be a good boy and stick your tongue out," and Virgil is quick to oblige.

Laying on the muscle is an absolutely drenched, but very pleased, Remus. He's panting, but he still has the energy to complain "oh, come on! We were just getting to the good bit!" Though with the way his cock is twitching, and the tinge of red spreading over Virgil's embarrassed cheeks, Janus can already see that Remus has come at least once.

He's then being plucked off Virgil's tongue, and Logan's being picked up too, held together in the same palm.

Janus glances at them briefly, before grinning. "Hold on to each other," he recommends, and once their arms are tightly wrapped around and groping the other, Janus pinches their chests in order to carry them together, and then grabs Virgil's cock. He strokes it slowly, but mainly holds it still, turning to Virgil and asking "ready?" while Logan and Remus look down with wide, excited eyes.

Virgil nods, whimpering as he tries to keep his hips from bucking. 

Then he’s pressing both of them into the slit of Virgil’s cock, which greedily sucks down their ankles, their calves, their thighs - until they’re shoved into Virgil’s shaft up to their hips.

Virgil moans at the weird feeling, while Remus and Logan soak in the unexpected surprise. Their bodies are pressed tightly together - cocks against stomachs and thighs entangled - but that’s nothing compared to the moist muscles shifting around their lower halves, coating them in pre and causing them to slowly slip further down.

Both Logan and Remus squirm against each other, Remus squealing slightly while Logan tucks his face into Remus’s shoulder.

They’re both equally as fascinated by the feeling of Virgil’s cock eating up their lower halves as they are excited. Their feet brush against moist inner muscles, and when Janus presses against the noticeable bulge their bodies create, they both moan, as Janus squeezing Virgil’s shaft squeezes both of their bodies tightly together.

Virgil’s hips jerk at the feeling, moaning pathetically.

Grinning wide, Janus pets the outline of the tinie’s lower halves with his thumb, teasing Virgil’s cock simultaneously. Though he glances at Virgil, his attention turns to the tinies with a more sadistic gleam in his eyes.

“Once you two go down, you’re not coming back up. You know that, right?” he says, with Virgil biting his lip at Janus’s admission. Logan looks a mixture of shocked and confused, while Remus genuinely couldn’t care less, and so doesn’t cease his wriggling. “Virgil’s going to churn the two of you into his next orgasm,” Janus further explains, before curling his fingers tight around Virgil’s cock, everyone moaning at the action. “Aren’t you two so useful?”

Logan’s eyes widen at the description, while Remus moans loudly at the idea of digestion inside Virgil’s cock. His hands grasp at Logan’s ass just beneath Virgil’s slit, and eventually Logan’s whining at the idea as well, just in time for Janus’s thumb to press against their heads, and push them down, until they’ve sunk up to their shoulders.

Remus has never been one for sitting still, so it’s no surprise to anyone that his wiggling never stops. He’s both trying to rub his body along Virgil’s inner cock muscles, and grind against Logan, who’s whining with sensitivity, clearly nearing his own climax but desperately trying to hold back.

But eventually, Remus’s head falls back to look at Virgil, whose face is twisted with arousal and humiliation. Remus is immediately grinning at the display.

Despite the fact he’s in no such position to make degrading comments, they shoot out of his mouth quickly and confidently. “Are you loving this as much as we are, Virgil? Is knowing that you’re going to melt us down into sludge turning you on tenfold?”

Janus rolls his eyes at the comments - while Virgil turns a dark, embarrassed red - before sighing out a half-hearted “sorry, Logan, but I don’t really like my treats-” Janus looks pointedly and playfully at Remus “-to talk back. And I don’t think Virgil does either.” His thumb comes to rest atop their heads, before pushing them down the rest of the way, until their heads are swallowed down by Virgil’s cock and they disappear just beneath his slit.

Their heads are forced together by Virgil’s inner cock muscles, but Remus just seizes that opportunity suck and lick into Logan’s mouth, who moans and ruts against Remus despite hardly shifting at all due to their constrained position. Heat mixes in with their lube-slicked, and spit soaked bodies, causing sweat to slowly add to that mix, and speed up their descent.

On the outside, Janus wraps his hand fully around Virgil’s length, squeezing and stroking Virgil to allow the latter to properly feel the tinies being swallowed slowly down to his balls.

His firm grasps force the air out of Remus and Logan’s lungs, leaving them breathless and then pushing them down from beyond.

Virgil tries fruitlessly to buck into Janus’s fist as he’s half-heartedly stroked, but that just has Janus slowly further. “You can’t come too soon, love,” Janus warns. His tone is soft and warm, but he’s clearly threatening Virgil. “If you do, you’ll have no semen left to digest the tinies with!”

“Fuck!” Virgil cries out, throwing his head back as the bed creaks with how hard Virgil tugs against his restraints.

With Janus’s free hand - still mostly covered in lube - he quickly pushes his fingers back into Virgil, purposefully making Virgil’s orgasm harder to repress. His knuckles curl against Virgil’s prostate, and Virgil’s eyes squeeze shut, shouting out Janus’s name at the sudden surge of pleasure.

His eyes squeeze shut as they start to fill with oversensitive tears, not knowing if he wants to fuck himself down on Janus’s fingers or thrust his hips into Janus’s hand. Regardless, he’s bound in place, and desperately trying to hold back his climax.

Everything is just so much; whenever his cock twitches, he can feel the tinies inside of him moving even more!

All of it just brings him closer and closer to the edge.

The only thing that stops him from coming is Janus momentarily pausing all of his pleasure, instead squeezing painfully around the base of Virgil’s cock to forcefully keep Virgil’s desire at bay.

“You just can’t listen, can you?” Janus scolds, ignoring Virgil’s trembling gasps. “I’m kind and bring you pleasure, and you can’t even hold back an orgasm without my help? Think of how you’d drown the tinies still stuck in your cock with such a rush of come! They’d choke on it!”

“I’m-” Virgil sucks in a sharp breath, before crying out “I’m sorry!”

He sneaks a glance at his cock and flushes dark when he sees the bulging outline of the two tinies positioned directly above where Janus is squeezing - just a few seconds away from falling down into his balls. Virgil tries to buck his hips again, staring pleadingly at Janus as he’s stuck feeling them move while he’s forced to be still despite their pleasure.

Janus’s fingers begin moving slowly once more in and out of Virgil’s hole, while his hand slowly eases up around Virgil’s cock.

Remus and Logan both immediately feel themselves slipping downwards once more, before their feet push into a wider, emptier area. Both of them moan at the implications as they’re guided down until their thighs pour into the slick space, their hips, and then their entire bodies, which fall down together as they both land in the thick pool of come.

They struggle to get their footing and push their way upwards, bodies already tingling, but as soon as they’re getting in a gulp of air Virgil’s balls are being jostled, and they’re sent splashing back beneath the bitter liquid once again.

“Can you feel them?” Janus asks Virgil, as he watches one of the small men occasionally be sloshed to the side of Virgil’s balls and press against it, before they’re slipping a different direction instead. “Do they feel good?”

“Yes,” Vigil moans, feeling the two be swished around in his sack. “Fuck, yes!”

He can feel them moving around in his balls, being tossed this way and that, coated and drenched in his eventual orgasm, beginning to slowly be melted down by it and churned into more come to fill his testes.

Logan and Remus struggle to keep themselves above the semen, and have to fight to drink down the hot, thick air in order to breathe at all. They’re falling over each other and over the space, sliding and pushing against the walls, until they can finally grab each other. Both of them are hot and pleasantly burning, as they’re slowly melted down.

But then Remus is grabbing Logan’s shoulders, holding tight to Logan’s body and shoving him onto his back, leaving Logan submerged in the come and forced to drink down mouthfuls of it. Despite his squirming, Remus doesn’t release him, and instead swings his hips over Logan’s own, grinding his cock and ass over Logan’s front and trapping Logan’s cock beneath him. When his grip eases up, Logan pushes upwards, coughing and choking at his mouthful of jizz, but Remus just kisses him when he sees, drinking down the orgasm and moaning at the tingling he feels within his stomach afterwards.

Then Remus is carelessly shoving Logan down again, rubbing his ass more purposefully over Logan’s cock until he somehow manages to get it into his hole, where he eases up his grip in order to start messily bouncing instead.

Once again, Logan’s upper half breaches the surface, semen gurgling in his mouth that he messily coughs up while Remus uses him like a toy, his body already starting to look pastier by the minute.

Suddenly, they’re jostled again as Janus’s fingers squeeze and rub over Virgil’s balls, causing them to tip over. Logan only has a few seconds to try and compose himself before he’s being seized and used again, Remus sliding back onto his cock with his hands planted on Logan’s chest, keeping him pushed beneath the pool as Remus’s own head occasionally dips beneath it.

Meanwhile Janus is lubing up his own cocks, while Virgil whines, begging Janus to hurry up before they’re digested. He can feel them bouncing around, and they feel so good.

Janus squeezes Virgil’s balls in response, before positioning his cocks at Virgil’s entrance. The only warning provided is the tips of Janus’s cocks pressing against Virgil’s hole, until they’re swiftly pushing in, Virgil moaning loudly at the intrusion. He tries to fuck his hips back on the shafts, but Janus grabs his hips, keeping them dormant.

A gush of pre rolls down Virgil’s length, as Virgil feels immediately overwhelmed by both the tinies inside of his balls, and Janus balls-deep inside of his ass.

And Janus just starts stroking his cock again, clearly working to bring Virgil to a quick and intense orgasm that Virgil knows Janus won’t even allow him.

“Janus!” Virgil pleas, his wrists aching with the ropes sliding against his skin. “Bastard! Don’t-” he cuts himself off with a cry as Janus easily finds and thrusts into his prostate, tears pooling in his eyes and sliding down his bright red cheeks.

“I can’t,” Virgil whimpers, more pathetically. “I can’t.”

Janus leans over him, pressing a hand into the mattress next to Virgil’s ribcage. As he rocks his hips into Virgil, Virgil clenching around him, the latter’s eyes pressing shut as he moans.

“You will,” Janus whispers, grinning playfully. “I’ll help you.”

Janus is confident with the way he moves, keeping himself composed despite being just as worked up by Virgil’s lewd expressions and tight ass, and the ever-present knowledge of Logan and Remus being digested into come between Virgil’s legs.

As Janus both fucks into and strokes Virgil, Virgil feels his orgasm rapidly approaching. And in turn, Remus and Logan are thrown around violently. Remus’s nails dig hard into Logan’s body in order to cling to him, though his fingers seem to sink deeper than they should into Logan’s soft flesh. 

“Stroke me!” Remus begs, as he fucks himself desperately on Logan’s cock. “Please! Please!”

Logan can hardly hear Remus, let alone think to get him off, but Remus is just digging through Virgil’s come to find Logan’s hand and drag it to his cock himself, pleading loudly as they’re jostled around repeatedly.

They have a limited amount of time before they dissolve and add to the spunk filling Virgil’s balls, and so Logan squeezes his hand around Remus’s cock, much like Janus is squeezing Virgil’s, with Janus holding Virgil’s cock tight at the base yet again. 

Virgil cries at the pressure building up in his balls; he's on the edge of release, and Janus knows.

"Aren't I being so kind?" Janus asks him, trying to mask the breathiness in his voice as he thrusts his cock in and out of Virgil, rustling the latter's balls with each jerk of his hips. "I'm helping you!" 

Frustrated tears fall from Virgil's eyes. "Fuck!" he curses, between breathy moans. "Please, I need to come! I need to come!" 

As Janus squeezes his balls again, Virgil cries, but Janus just tsks. 

"They're still moving, love," he says, before thumbing away one of Virgil's tears. "Be patient. Or I'll stop completely, and force you to get off alone." 

Virgil doesn't want that, and so his trembling lips press together to bite back any further complaints, his fingers curled into tight fists. He can feel Remus and Logan moving, and he despises them for it, despite whining at the feeling of them being sloshed around in his come. He doesn't know what they're doing, but they're rowdy, and Janus's movements don't help keep them still either. 

Janus continue his harsh thrusts, abusing Virgil's prostate with his cocks with hard, fast movements, while his fingers flex around Virgil's cock, keeping still aside from easing and tightening their grip, constantly making Virgil moan or cry as he's kept at the edge of an orgasm. 

"Shit, shit, shit," Remus curses, as he sees his body slowly melting into thick white goo. He moans, as he feels Logan's body turn to goop beneath him. He rushes to squeeze an orgasm out of them both, and luckily manages to position Logan's cock against his prostate as he bounces. He pulls Logan out of the semen, with Logan coughing up a mouthful of spunk, and looking around disoriented. Whimpers spill out of his lips as Remus drags his tongue up Logan's melting face, shivering when his tongue is hit with the familiar taste of come. They're being churned into it, so it really shouldn't be such a surprise, but as Remus pushes Logan's own melted body back into his mouth, Logan shudders and pushes his arm - or, what's left of it - against Remus's body. 

The hand once around Remus's cock had been dissolved into just a squishy, slowly liquidizing stub that encases Remus's cock like a squelching fleshlight. 

Their bodies seem to melt into each other, and the burning, tingling feeling overwhelming Logan only further add to his pleasure. As he dizzily stares up at Remus, oversensitive and mind-numbingly consumed by every little sensation surrounding him, he comes, with a broken moan being the last thing that escapes Logan's mouth before he falls back into the mess, becoming one with it. And luckily, Remus follows soon after, his body becoming more formless and blob-like as he clenches around what's left of Logan's cock, and comes too, his semen mixing in immediately with everything else, before he blacks out as well. A few more seconds and there's nothing left of either of them but more semen being swished around with Virgil's. 

Virgil cries as he feels their movements stop, and as Janus rubs over his balls, he hums, pleased. 

"Good boy, digesting them fully," Janus praises him, before speeding up his thrusts. "Do you want to come, Virgil? Make a mess of your chest with the two tinies you so cruelly churned into semen?" 

"Yes!" Virgil pleads. "Yes, yes, yes!" 

Janus grunts under his breath, sweat forming on his brow. His own orgasm is building within him as Virgil's hole squeezes his cocks. "Say please." 

"Please!" Virgil begs, gritting his teeth. "Janus! Please!" 

Janus eases his grip on Virgil's cock, and begins stroking it quickly instead, working Virgil to a quick and much-needed orgasm. In just a minute or so Virgil's back is arching as he cries out, coming hard over Janus's hand and his chest, with a noticeably bigger load drenching his stomach. And a noticeably larger orgasm, as come spurts in streams for a few drawn out seconds, before spluttering into dribbles down his shaft that just get rubbed back into his length as Janus works him through his orgasm. 

Janus moans at the sight, his head falling as he pants, before suddenly he's coming as well, filling Virgil's ass with his load and making Virgil whine as Janus works him into oversensitivity. 

Then, with a few more punctuated thrusts, Janus pulls out, and catches his breath while leaning over Virgil, both of them taking a few moments to admire the other, and the extremity of Virgil's climax. 

Without hesitation, Janus is scooping two fingerfuls worth of Virgil's come, and pushes it without warning into Virgil's mouth. Virgil's brows knit together, but he sucks it off regardless. 

"How does it taste?" Janus asks, as he he pulls his fingers from Virgil's mouth and wipes the excess spit onto the sheets. 

Virgil frowns in response. Breathily, he states "like semen. You're gross." 

"Remus would have liked it." 

Virgil's nose scrunches up in disgust, but he licks his lips, thinking about Logan and Remus's bodies mixed in with what is otherwise normal semen. Embarrassingly, his balls feel emptier than usual without them in it, even if they were only there for such a short amount of time. 

As Janus undoes Virgil's restraints, Virgil lays back and relaxes, before he's being wiped down and pushed over by Janus, until they're cuddling together on one half of the bed. 

"I want to stretch out more," Virgil whines in complaint, but Janus just curls into Virgil's chest. 

"Remus and Logan will want to join us when they reform," Janus argues. "And I want them cuddling up to me. Your room is always so cold." 

Virgil wraps his arms around Janus to pull him closer. "Is not." 

"Is too. Now hush; with our luck, Remus will just want to do this again when he gets back. And with Logan's experimental mind, he might want to too. So you should take advantage of all the rest you can get." 

Snorting, Virgil eventually sighs, and really only utters "touché," before letting his eyes flutter closed. 

#anxiousgaypanicking #dick #balls #mouth #insertion #inside dick #inside balls #inside mouth #multiple giants #multiple tinies #male giant #male tiny

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Do you think you could write something where Cas is purposefully sitting on a shrunken Dean, while Dean always thinks it’s accidental? Cas just likes how it feels to have him squirming underneath him, but obviously he’d never let Dean know that

The first time he does it, it really is an accident. He’s roaming around the bunker in trousers, and he settles onto the couch without even hearing the protests from his tiny charge. He’s there for a solid minute, maybe two, when a pleasurable sort of squirming sensation just behind his balls catches his attention. Brow furrows, and he shifts from left to right to feel it out.

Curiosity gets the better of him and his hand slides beneath him, feeling for- oh.

“I’m so sorry, Dean, I didn’t see you there,” He says, flushing with guilt, shame, and… the smallest bit of regret that he stopped things so soon. It really had been quite a nice sensation.

Dean is, of course, shaken and pissed. He barks out a, “Be more careful next time, god damn it, you could’ve killed me!”

Except next time, he’s less careful. Next time is intentional, and he’s been waiting for the opportunity ever since the first. Sam disappears, Dean sprawls on the couch on his back watching TV, and Cas changes into a pair of the thinnest boxers he owns.

Walks in and keeps his eyes deliberately on the television so Dean won’t suspect anything, stands before the couch, and deliberately lowers himself down, slowly. Slowly, so that Dean sees every second of it. Distantly, he can hear his charge calling his name, screaming it, “CAS!”

He’s a little hard before his ass even hits the seat.

And it does, with Dean’s body lined up perfectly between his cheeks just an inch behind his balls, writhing and pounding. “CAS, CAS I’M UNDER YOU- CAS-”

He humms absently and settles back into the couch until he’s comfortable, sprawled out, wriggling a little so Dean’s a bit further in. He’s breathless in seconds, rock hard shortly thereafter, and palming himself over his boxer shorts.

If he’s careful, quiet, he can stay like this for hours and Dean will be okay- and more importantly, he’ll never know Cas did it on purpose.

Every once and a while he shifts, grinding his ass down a little more on his charge, soaking his boxers with precum and biting back moans so his charge doesn’t hear.

He wonders if he could get away with touching himself.

Realizes Dean still doesn’t know he knows he’s down there, and flushes at the idea. Fingers slide in and free himself from cotton, and Dean can feel the tell-tale feeling of the world shaking at a rhythm. Cas is full-on jerking off while he squirms away, desperate to get the angel’s attention.

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I'm pretty sure it's one kink. Or at least, an umbrella kink with many subkinks. The micro and macro are not distinct, they are the name of the kink together

the vulnerability thing is definitely an interesting aspect (abrupt memory of Bernard going "You could probably break my fingers with your ass... okay I did not expect my dick to like that idea that much") but also I had been thinking about how a lot of micro/macro smut involve some plot armor to make the tiny a bit invulnerable so they don't just go squish, and you do have a favorite invulnerable guy

who is indeed not accustomed to others being bigger and stronger....

Hm. Also, thinking if Kon was the big in this situation, he does have that TTK thing where he can share his invulnerability. That could definitely come in handy, and would be good for that "He could totally hurt me so bad but I know he won't (and will even protect me)" you mentioned

good good fearplay

I was wondering, are you familiar at all with micro/macro? (the kinky version, not the sfw kind.) You write other kinks so very well, and I was wondering what your take on this one might be

I've seen art for the kink (kinks? do those count as separate kinks??) around, definitely, some of which was very nice, but I've never thought too much about it. Don't think I've ever read anything with it either, so like . . . ngl, that kinda interests me in the sense of "ooo I could just go nuts and write whatever came to mind", haha.

( I do try to lean into the kinks I write and, you know, treat them as logical for and making sense to the characters indulging in them, so I think that's why I usually get told I handle them pretty well or that I've convinced people to enjoy things they're not usually into. Yes this is a kink but can I also make it a CHARACTER study, haha. )

I don't really know what I'd do with a micro/macro idea, I guess it'd depend on who I was using for it? But I do like the idea of someone being overwhelmed by a much bigger and stronger partner, especially when not USED to being overwhelmed by a bigger and stronger partner, or the idea of having to be so, SO careful with a much smaller and more fragile partner. I especially like it if it's not a usual situation for the involved pairing and includes an element of discovery and experimentation in figuring out what works for them.

Also, uh, the "oh I could absolutely hurt them so BADLY, I have to be so careful with them"/"oh they could absolutely hurt me so BADLY, but I know they won't" moment. That's, uh, a MOMENT, hahahaha. /fans self

#my ask #suzukiblu

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lol, nice

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hear me out: The sides making tasteful nude calendars for each other

this is so silly! theyd range from modest, teasing pictures to full on shameless nudity, meaning that as the months progress the pictures get more and more lewd, until a few of the sides cant bear to turn the calenders past september as they know it only gets more and more sensual

#anxiousgaypanicking #anon

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someone give me prompts for scenarios and I will write short things to go with them

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lol, nice

what do you think would be each side's favorite thing to do with a tiny?

remus likes to swallow them. its his favourite. he likes dangling them above his mouth, making them scream as he drops them halfway, catches them, and then goes back to taunting them, doing it until they convince themselves hes not actually going to drop them, until he finally does. they land on his tongue, narrowly avoid his sharp teeth, and are promptly swallowed down to either sit idly all day in his hot, humid stomach, or digest into nothing

logan uses them as stim toys, though oral or physical is debatable. sometimes his hands need a plaything to squeeze and rub and flip around constantly, while other times hes broken a pen or two by chewing on the back of it, and so decides to use a tiny instead, sucking and rolling their body over his tongue and in his mouth as he focuses, becoming used to and unfazed by their moaning and multiple orgasms over time

romans likes kissing or sucking on them outwardly. hes less into putting them somewhere, and more into being told what to do by someone much much smaller than him. he likes when they demand he stick his tongue out and then hump against it, and thank them for the privilege of getting to taste their cum, or when he holds them so gingerly by their midsection and suck between their legs, giving such a careful blowjob. let giants be submissive you cowards

janus has two cocks, so obviously he likes to slot a tiny between them, stroking himself and feeling the poor thing be squeezed between his shafts, squirming and only adding to his pleasure. then, at the end, they become drenched in his cum, a tiny overstimulated mess

virgil likes to keep them in his underwear for safekeeping. hes the protective side; he gets anxious if he doesnt know his tinys whereabouts! and so, putting them down his boxers where he can feel them wriggling against his cock all day is the perfect place, as he's always guaranteed theyre safe and with him!

patton is similar in that regard. he likes keeping them safe. but the way he does that is by shoving them down his cock, and into his balls. he praises them as he slots them into his slid, and continues talking them through being pushed further and further down, until he feels them fall into his balls and mix with the rest of his cum. whether or not he digests them is debatable (though i lean towards the former as i feel like he'd like the company), but hey, hes the father-like side. makes the most sense to put his babys where the babies come from, yknow

#my ask #anxiousgaypanicking

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lol

quickest pisser

done with the bathroom so fast

wins any contests

Remus is jealous

hi, question, curiosity, when you have Janus have two dicks (tho not being a naga), how are they oriented? like, one above the other, or side by side? how many balls he got? any particular thoughts as to how the plumbing is hooked up?

-- bitty

i always picture them being one on top of the other, even though i know biologically theyre side by side. i just like the idea of somebody sucking the lower one while the other rubs against their face and eventually comes in their hair. i think its hot

also, standard number of balls, just the two. but its a bigger set, because it essentially has two loads of cum

and then in terms of piss, id imagine it comes out of both, but that gave me the silly thought of janus being the Quickest Pisser in the world bc half would go to one and half to the other. both are completely functional in every aspect!

#my ask #anxiousgaypanicking

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hehheheehe

you like my prompt

I think I recall you saying something about experimenting with writing pussy via Nagas? Did anything come of that?

yes! i have a few requests lined up with that - one in particular im excited to write about that combines both microphilia and naga anatomy - but i also included it in one of my kinktober shots teratophilia!

i cant remember if its talked about in detail there, but i know both janus and virgil have both a cock/cocks and a cunt because thats how i hc naga and drider anatomy to be

(this is the request; im v excited to write it when i get to it)

#anxiousgaypanicking #this anon is not me but the other is #my ask

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oh yess

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Janus having a "threesome" with Logan and Virgil but it's just him using the two to sound his cocks as Janus goes about his day

SOUNDING IS HOT !!!!

he barely teases them before shoving them waist-deep past his slits, eventually pushing them down so he can feel them squirming in his shafts. two perfect left brain boys, two perfect sounding rods! and they feel so good wiggling, rutting against the squeezing, pulsating, moist and humid muscle.

eventually, they'll either work their way up or be pushed up by januss thumb, where he'll fuck their tiny bodies in and out of his cock for a few minutes, before shoving their ruined forms back in entirely

and of course at the end of the night he has a nice, drawn out orgasm to push them back out, leaving two exhausted and drenched tinies in a puddle in front of him

#anon #anxiousgaypanicking #dick #inside dick #left in #left in dick #one giant #multiple tinies #male giant #male tiny

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:D

*happy wiggles*

bitty i love u bitty i love u bitty i love u bittyilobeejheee

#anxiousgaypanicking #bitty chats

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oooh, fabulous

Aziraphale sweetly convincing Crowley to shrink down just so he can press kisses over him and show his love, and unintentionally managing to turn Crowley on in the process

Tiny Kisses

Warnings: micro/macro, oral play, overstimulation, unplanned exhibitionism, grinding, palming

"Crowley, dear, would you..." Aziraphale trails off, thumbing over a page in his book but not properly turning it, as though he'd been staring at the words but not actually reading them. His mind was seemingly elsewhere.

He's sitting comfortably on his settee, with Crowley stretched out across from him, sitting improperly on a chair but looking otherwise relaxed. His head tilts towards Aziraphale in order to acknowledge him, but Aziraphale doesn't meet his eyes. Instead, he continues to fiddle with the paper before him, rubbing his fingers over it.

When Aziraphale doesn't elaborate further, Crowley raises an eyebrow.

"Would I what, angel?" he asks, a curious edge to his voice. He adjusts his position slightly, keeping his legs swung over the arm of the seat, but sitting up further in order to give Aziraphale his proper attention.

Aziraphale glances at Crowley, before sliding his reading glasses off and sucking in a deep breath.

"Do you remember Scotland?" Aziraphale asks, before clarifying "Edinburgh, 1827?"

Crowley grimaces. "How could I forget?"

What Aziraphale and Crowley were remembering were wildly different, as Aziraphale was thinking of the bottle of laudanum, while Crowley was thinking about being dragged down to hell while horribly intoxicated, and the bleary repercussions he faced after. Still, with the timeframe fresh in their minds, Aziraphale clears his throat.

"I assume you remember Elspeth," he begins, listening as Crowley hums in consideration, "and her... unsavory desires to... end her life prematurely."

"Mmm. Spritely one, she was."

"Spritely" was not how Aziraphale would describe her, but she was definitely interesting, and a learning experience for him. However, Aziraphale wasn't thinking of her.

"Do you remember the laudanum?"

Crowley presses his lips into a thin line. He's acting as though he's trying to recall it, but Aziraphale can see in his body language that Crowley already knows exactly what he's talking about.

Finally, Crowley shrugs. "I do."

"Great. Perfect." Aziraphale closes his book and sets it off to the side, smoothing his pants before folding his hands formally in his lap. Immediately, Crowley can sense a favor coming, and groans as he forces himself into a more proper position, face-to-face with Aziraphale.

"What do you want?" Crowley asks, getting ahead of the curve.

Aziraphale lets out a short, closed mouth laugh at the question, but still hesitates for a moment. It takes Crowley lowering his glasses to properly stare at Aziraphale curiously for Aziraphale to finally find his words.

"Back in Edinburgh, after drinking the laudanum, you shrunk. You grew, too, but that's not the point."

"I vaguely recall something like that happening. Your point?"

Aziraphale smiles. "Well... I was just wondering... would you consider shrinking again?"

Crowley's nose scrunches up into dramatic disgust, as he raises his glasses, shielding his narrowed eyes. "Now why would I do that?" he exclaims, in a mixture of surprise and exasperation. Aziraphale can see the shock on Crowley's face at the unexpected question, but he doesn't back down.

"I'd just like if you would," Aziraphale answers. He doesn't have a good reason, per se, but there was no harm in asking! "I promise, it'll be worth it. And you can always grow back right after."

Crowley frowns, deep and unimpressed, but stands up with a groan anyway, ever willing to please his angel. "Fine," he huffs, stuffing his upper half of his fingers into his tight pockets. "But don't think this'll be a common occurrence."

Looking rather stiff, Aziraphale watches with delighted eyes as Crowley's form quickly diminishes into a miniature version of itself, until he's just a little smaller than the palm of Aziraphale's hand. Aziraphale leans off the sofa to gently scoop him up, and Crowley lets him, getting lazily settled against Aziraphale's soft flesh and fat fingers.

He looks grumpy, as though he's been horribly inconvenienced, but softens quickly when Aziraphale smiles wide at him, clearly pleased that he listened.

Aziraphale's thumb then folds over Crowley's body, gently rubbing over his stomach and legs with the pad of his finger, petting him compassionately while still being considerably gentle.

"You look like a little doll," Aziraphale comments, quiet voice brimming with excitement. "I understand why you were so worried about accidentally being crushed in Scotland. You're so bijou."

Crowley scoffs at being equated to some tiny trinket, but chews the inside of his cheek in an attempt to mask his fluster.

Then, however, Aziraphale is moving his hand upwards so that Crowley is near his lips, and places the gentlest of kisses against him. He's oblivious to the way his lips completely envelop Crowley's figure, which has Crowley wiggling slightly at the feeling.

It's a quick kiss, pulling Crowley's breath from him as Aziraphale pulls away, licking his lips after with a soft smile. It was just a momentary thing, and yet Crowley's left speechless, any complaints he would have made about the affection actively dying on his tongue.

Crowley pants, before wiping his face as he breaths "now what was that all about?"

Aziraphale looks playfully guilty, before admitting "you looked rather kissable. It's hard to resist temptation, especially when it comes from you."

Crowley didn't even do anything. Nothing his angel hadn't asked of him, at least. And yet he feels his chest swell with pride and excitement at the words - at the idea he's tempting Aziraphale just by existing.

Aziraphale is planting another kiss to Crowley's frame before he even has the chance to recuperate from the first, leaving him breathless when Aziraphale pulls away once again. However, he's given little respite, as Aziraphale kisses him again, clearly confident in this display of affection, and still unaware of how red it's making Crowley's face.

The repeated pressing of Aziraphale's lips to his body do many things. It messes up his hair, skews his glasses to the side and smudges them, but humiliatingly enough it manages to arouse him.

Slowly - but growing more and more intense with each enveloping peck to his form - heat begins to spread through Crowley's body, arousal and excitement building intensely. Crowley is desperate to hide it from his angel, but doing such is nearly impossible with Aziraphale's lips sweetly jackhammering against him over and over again.

Aziraphale has no idea of the embarrassment of the situation.

Crowley is so small. He's completely at Aziraphale's disposal - lest he grow back right now and land either on Aziraphale's lap or on his back on the floor - and he feels such intensely. No way to stop the soft kisses, the pressure of his lips, the thin veil of spit that slowly soaks through his clothes and slicks through his hair.

He barely manages to knock his own glasses off and away (as they're already beyond saving, with his visibility being obscured by smeared saliva). He's truthfully just praying that Aziraphale remains oblivious to the obvious tent growing down below, though he's also realistically aware his tight pants will make this sort of thing painfully obvious.

Crowley knows he should make some excuse to grow back to normal, and try to side-step the situation before Aziraphale can wise up to his excitement, but he can't even get a word in inbetween the affection.

Aziraphale keeps kissing him for another minute or so, indulging in what to him is just a form of otherwise wholesome appreciation, before he pulls his head away. He looks down at Crowley, cupped within both of his hands to keep him safe as opposed to just the one, prepared to ask if it's okay he keeps going, only to quickly turn red when he notices Crowley's bulge.

Crowley, in turn, flushes under Aziraphale's gaze, and rushes to press his legs together.

However, Aziraphale's thumb slides over Crowley's body with a surprising mixture of confidence and curiosity, effortlessly spreading Crowley's thighs apart and pressing the pad of his finger over Crowley's bulge.

There's clear amusement in Aziraphale's eyes, and despite looking a bit flustered, he muses "well, it looks like you've enjoyed yourself quite a bit."

Crowley flushes darker, a lot more defensive as he insists "it's not my fault!" while actively trying to push Aziraphale's thumb away. Aziraphale doesn't even understand the effects he has on Crowley.

In turn, Aziraphale pushes his thumb more firmly against Crowley, watching as Crowley's small fingers dig into his flesh more desperately while his back arches, letting out a trembling moan at the slight friction against his crotch. To Aziraphale, he's barely moving his finger, but to Crowley, Aziraphale might as well have been roughly palming him.

"I was genuinely trying to be sweet," Aziraphale murmurs, "it's not my fault you're so... excitable."

Crowley narrows his eyes, looking grumpy. He squirms beneath Aziraphale's touches. "You were the one so insistent on doing this!" Crowley points out. "And you're the one furthering it!"

Aziraphale looks completely unbothered by Crowley's stammered defense, and quickly cuts him off with another gentle kiss surrounding his body yet again, before once again sliding his thumb slowly over Crowley's clothes, caressing his body from his chest to his groin.

"There's no reason to be so bitter, dear," Aziraphale softly chastises. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Besides, I don't mind that you're so dirty minded."

Crowley's baffled, and can't tell if Aziraphale is messing with him, or being completely genuine in his reasoning that this is all Crowley's fault, but either way Aziraphale's words only arouse him further. So much so, that he looks almost shocked when Aziraphale pulls one of his hands away, rolling him fully into the palm of the other.

With his free hand, Aziraphale makes a quick motion with his pointer finger and uses a small miracle to instantly rid Crowley of those tight, pesky clothes.

This time, when Aziraphale places a kiss to Crowley's front, the tip of his tongue barely peeks out of his mouth and runs along his nude body, licking over his nipples, down his thin chest, and over his exposed cock.

Immediately, Crowley cries out in sensitivity at the feeling, spit glistening over his torso when Aziraphale pulls away, leaving his lithe form coated in saliva and burning with arousal and interest. His cock is hard and leaking pre, while Crowley lays back panting.

Aziraphale smiles down at him.

"You're like a little treat," he states, making Crowley frown. "Though, you obviously don't taste like cake or pastries." His thumb again runs over Crowley's body, making Crowley shudder as it traces over his nipples. "Admittedly, the temptation to swallow you up is rather prevalent!"

Crowley again scrunches his nose, pushing Aziraphale's thumb away yet again.

"You're just thinking about food," Crowley spits, adjusting his position ever so slightly. He's huffy that Aziraphale is equating him to a treat of sorts, but Aziraphale just licks his lips at the accusation.

He brings Crowley back up to his lips, placing a messier kiss to his body, before he shamelessly pulls Crowley's bottom half into his mouth. His legs to his waist are being teased by Aziraphale's tongue, with his midsection held firmly by his lips, and his hand behind Crowley to support his chest and head.

Crowley curses immediately, face aflame with humiliation and hands pushing against Aziraphale's lips in weak protest, but as Aziraphale's tongue drags over his cock, he quickly gives up. His arms fall limp at his sides, and instead he holds tightly to Aziraphale's fingers to ground himself as he moans.

"If you-" Crowley gasps, struggling to catch his breath between Aziraphale's firm licks to his lower half, "if you swallow me, I'll be discorporated!"

Aziraphale hums at the idea.

Of course, he'd never truly think of discorporating Crowley; he's much too fond of him to put him through the pain of excess paperwork. But the fact he could hangs in the air, similar to how Crowley hangs from Aziraphale's lips.

Whenever Crowley squirms too much, or tries to complain to cover his own embarrassment, Aziraphale focuses his licks over Crowley's messy cock, which quickly renders him speechless or causes him to cut of his words with a loud moan. He'll often arch his back or fall limp against Aziraphale's hand, only for Aziraphale to guide his tongue to Crowley's thighs or feet, causing Crowley to wiggle again.

And poor Crowley can feel his orgasm steadily building, heat swelling in his abdomen which he desperately tries to repress. They just started, after all! How pathetic would he look coming so soon? He's desperate to prolong this as much as possible, but Aziraphale makes it mighty difficult.

He tries to express such, even reasoning that Aziraphale hasn't pleasured himself at all, but Aziraphale just pulls Crowley out of his mouth completely and back into his hand, frowning at Crowley's constant insistence on talking.

"If you don't stop complaining, Crowley, I'll just have to shove you completely into my mouth," Aziraphale states, matter-of-factly. "That way I won't be able to hear it."

Crowley pants, lower-half drenched in Aziraphale's spit. He feels rather chilly as the air hits his moist skin. Despite the fact he was really just talking in an attempt to hold his orgasm back, Aziraphale seems to think he was still being grumpy about the entire ordeal. He was so small his voice hadn't reached Aziraphale's ears properly, more so just sounding like loud moans and unintelligible complaints.

Crowley's eyes flicker to Aziraphale's mouth, and shudders with a weird amount of delight at the idea of being pushed completely past his lips.

Sitting on his knees on Aziraphale's palm, Crowley tries to explain himself, knowing there's a chance Aziraphale will just disregard what he has to say anyway. He opens his mouth to start talking, sucking in a deep breath as he does so, watching Aziraphale look interested, and then like he's thinking of something else as Crowley purposefully slurs his words and talks quieter than necessary. He knows Aziraphale can hear him if he talks normally. So he wasn't going to talk normally.

As he speaks, Aziraphale brings Crowley back to his mouth, sliding his legs back past his lips and licking over them affectionately, only for him to quickly make due on his threat. He lets go of Crowley's upper half and tilts his head back, pulling Crowley fully into his mouth with a quick suck, and licking over him immediately.

He explores Crowley's body in its entirety, rolling him over easily so that Crowley's chest and cock presses against the wet muscle. He feels Crowley moving slightly, perhaps attempting to push himself up, only to slip and fall over and over. He hears muffled moans echoing within his cheeks, but in response Aziraphale just pins Crowley to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, gliding it over Crowley's body without a care until finally - finally - Crowley comes without warning.

A wet, garbled moan is all that comes out of him as Aziraphale holds him firmly while swallowing down the miniscule pool of semen, before Aziraphale's tongue settles back to the bottom of his jaw with Crowley laying panting atop it. He gives Crowley a brief respite, before slowly rolling his tongue out of his mouth, and gently plucking Crowley off of it.

Crowley's eyes flutter shut as he lets his head fall back, sucking in fresh air while it's available to him, before he's being gently laid against Aziraphale's pillowy thighs. More specifically, in front of Aziraphale's thick, hard cock.

Stammering, Crowley's eyes go wide when he sees it, blinking in surprise and fluster.

This hardly is even a new thing; his angel always overwhelms him with pleasure without meaning to, and then encourages him to keep going after, but it doesn't make this any less embarrassing.

It does mean he's not too shocked when Aziraphale gently nudges him, though, gently prodding him to "sit up," and petting through Crowley's slick hair with his thumb when he listens.

"How in the world did you manage to get so worked up from nothing?!" Crowley asks in disbelief, wiping some of Aziraphale's spit from his face.

Aziraphale smiles, cheeks pink. "I told you to stop making such lewd noises," he states, as though blaming his arousal on Crowley. He quickly admits afterwards, though "I just couldn't help myself while playing with you. It would have been torturous to leave myself untouched. That'd just be more work for you, after all!"

When Crowley shoots Aziraphale a questioning look, he's gently pushed closer to Aziraphale's shaft.

"You'll help, won't you dear?"

"At this size?" Crowley exclaims. "If I grew back, maybe, but what could I possibly do when I'm just a couple inches tall?!"

Again, Aziraphale smiles, and then Crowley feels his soft hand against his back, slowly moving him forward until Crowley's front is pushed practically completely against Aziraphale's cock. Aziraphale keeps his hand cupped and Crowley in place, but otherwise doesn't move him any further, waiting to see if Crowley will understand his implications. Just what is he willing to do to please Aziraphale at such a tiny size?

Crowley sort of freezes at first, before hesitantly attempting to wrap his arms around Aziraphale's girth. Due to his size, he can hardly get his arms around it, but that doesn't seem to matter, as when he squeezes them slightly Aziraphale groans, and rewards him by pushing him a bit harder against the length.

"Good boy, Crowley," Aziraphale breathes, voice ever so soft. Hearing the praise, Crowley flushes and glances up at him, before muttering curses under his breath. Despite his humiliation, Crowley was ever-desperate to please his angel.

He tries his best to continue drawing soft noises from Aziraphale's mouth, but there's really not much he can do while being so small. Luckily though, Aziraphale is very generous, and so decides to push his hand fully against Crowley's body and begin to drag him upwards and along the length, giving himself a handjob with Crowley's figure pressed against his cock.

Aziraphale relaxes back against the couch as he lets out a pretty, proper moan, making Crowley flush a dark red.

Crowley's fully aware he's going to be overstimulated by the end of this, as Aziraphale's rubbing just drags Crowley's cock against Aziraphale's own repeatedly, stimulating him until he's fully hard once again.

Aziraphale moves his hand slowly, not intending to overwhelm or crush Crowley, but instead just genuinely using his body to please himself. He's rather open with how he's feeling, blessing Crowley's ears with rather prominent moans and gasps.

This wonderful routine continues for about a minute more, before they hear a knock on the bookshop door, startling Aziraphale so badly he squeezes his hand tightly around his cock, slapping his hand over his mouth as he cries out at the pressure, simultaneously smashing Crowley's body hard into his shaft. Crowley moans in response, before he's being dropped by Aziraphale's hand.

Aziraphale cranes his head to look behind him, only to see Nina's unamused face staring back at him from the glass. Aziraphale has to bite back a panicked curse as they make eye contact.

Without thinking, Aziraphale is grabbing his boxers and pants and dragging them up his thick thighs and hips, unintentionally trapping Crowley within his boxers and against Aziraphale's still-hard cock. He takes a pillow off the settee and holds it subtly over his nether regions as he walks to the door, opening it just a crack as he smiles at Nina.

"Your shop has some weird hours, Mr. Fell," she states, making Aziraphale smile nervously.

"Yes, well, they're what works best for me." His voice trembles as he speaks, and he can feel sweat glistening on his upper brow. "Now, was there something you needed?"

"Just brought over some excess pastries," she replies, and Aziraphale has to bite his tongue as he feels Crowley squirming in his pants, flushing dark as he realizes the mishap. Nina keeps talking, stating "it's nearing the end of the day, and it'd be a waste to just throw these out."

"Right. Thanks." Aziraphale holds his pillow with one hand - thankful Nina can't see it - and reaches through the crack in the doors to grab a plate of pretty sweets that've been wrapped up for him. Before he can shut the door though, she rather blatantly slides her foot between them, keeping it open and Aziraphale trapped in this conversation.

She raises an eyebrow. "You feeling alright?"

No. No, he rather wasn't. Crowley is squirming in his pants, fighting instinctively against the sudden suffocating feeling of being pressed firmly against Aziraphale's cock, taking in mouthfuls of his pre as it leaks over both Crowley and into the fabric of Aziraphale's own boxers.

This is humiliating and exhilarating, and he can hear Nina's muffled voice which unfortunately seems to only excite both him and Aziraphale further. He's only semi-confident that Aziraphale won't get them both caught, but that risk has Crowley's body burning up. That, and the fact Aziraphale's boxers were stuffy and humid with his arousal. So, Crowley wriggles some more, shamelessly grinding his body as best he can against Aziraphale, working to please both of them even though he is selfishly addicted to his own pleasure. 

"I'm feeling amazing, actually," Aziraphale quickly insists, with a short nod. "I'll let you finish closing up. Thanks for the-" Aziraphale lowers his head as he bites his bottom lip, thighs squeezed together where he stands, "for the pastries." 

Aziraphale than swiftly shuts the door before Nina can question him further, and lets himself slump partially against it. His back presses firmly against the surface as he drops the pillow onto the ground, feverishly pressing his hand against his straining bulge afterwards. 

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale moans, head falling back with a thud as he palms himself through his trousers. Normally, he'd detest potentially making such a mess of his clothes, but with Crowley squirming inside of them he can hardly find the will to care. 

Crowley is pressed hard against Aziraphale's cramped cock, moved and pushed hard against it as Aziraphale rubs himself. He's coated in an already thick layer of precome that steadily drips down Aziraphale's shaft and onto him, allowing him to rub easier along Aziraphale's length. This time, as he feels warmth overtaking his body, he doesn't bother to hold back. His cock grinds messily against Aziraphale's much bigger one, before he's coming once again, his small mess infinitesimal within Aziraphale's wet boxers. 

Muffled moans fill Crowley's ears as Aziraphale lets himself indulge in his pleasure, being shamelessly loud as he rubs and rubs and rubs, before finally coming himself with a loud cry, making a mess of both Crowley and his boxers. He's left rather sweaty and exhausted afterwards, panting as he leans over, still resting against the door for support. 

He lets himself catch his breath for a moment, before his eyes go wide as he remembers Crowley trapped inside his slick pants, and he hastens to unbutton his trousers and slide his hand down them. He cringes briefly at the mess, but after a few moments manages to properly pluck Crowley out and hold him gingerly, relieved to see Crowley looks just as pleased and worn out as he is. 

Too tired to even utter a quip, Crowley lets Aziraphale wipe him clean with a towel, before his small form is being kissed once more - more lightly, this time, as to not bother his otherwise oversensitive body - and he's being laid back on the settee. 

Aziraphale gives him room to grow back to his normal size, which he does with a lazy flick of his hand, dressing himself in dark, comfortable clothes simultaneously. His head rests against the arm of the sofa, eyes gently shut as he takes in long, deep breaths, almost as if he's savoring the smell of sweat permeating the bookshop after their sensual endeavor. 

"Well," Aziraphale starts, "I should probably change." 

"Come read to me after," Crowley mumbles, reaching down from the couch blindly before he manages to snag the book Aziraphale had been flipping through earlier. "Finish your chapter, at least." 

Aziraphale lets out a soft, closed-mouth laugh, nodding his head in response despite the fact Crowley can't see him. However, as Crowley hears Aziraphale's footsteps recede - presumably to go change into his nightwear - he knows that Aziraphale's going to do as he asked when he gets back. And they're going to cuddle as he does so. 

#anxiousgaypanicking #aware #one giant #one tiny #male giant #male tiny #or at least they use he/him pronouns even if they're not strictly male #mouth #dick #trapped in underwear

[itty-bitty-fun]

[not a request]

Patton shrinking down so he can secretly give Remus affection all day without the others realizing it

it starts off completely and incredibly wholesome!

patton hugs onto remuss fingers, kisses over the palm of his hand, and sits on his shoulder to discretely whisper praise into his ear all day long.

when remus lays down for a loud nap, patton cuddles up on his chest. hes not very comfortable, but he is very warm.

but when remus gets dirty, pushing patton up against his cock and trapping him in his pants to hug and kiss his cock to keep him company! and its still affection! he feels patton genuinely hugging and kissing (amidst his rather cute grinding), and praises remus for coming after hes taken out in privacy, despite the mess hes covered in, which has remus wanting to shove him back in immediately!

#anxiousgaypanicking

[itty-bitty-fun]

"please stroke my ego and my cock" would be a brilliant fic title

Who do you think sleeps the most with Roman ?

janus or virgil <3

janus has the most fun with him for sure. stroking his ego just enough to get roman to act all obedient for a little bit more praise. hes very eager to please, and janus likes slaves willing to throw themselves at his feet. also, roman is beefier, and thus v v warm which is something janus likes quite a bit

and virgil and roman are just close in general. theyre comfortable enough as people to enjoy a bit of banter while theyre undressing, and every night theyre in bed together is a literal wrestle for dominance until one of them yields

#anxiousgaypanicking