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@suntumarchive
This is exactly what it says.
Check the tags #audio, #writing or #headcanons for the content you’d like. Check the kink tags for specific kinks.
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*casually drops new old url*
@suntumsoph
I hope you weren't pressured into revealing your blog! I appreciate it, but don't feel forever to reveal something secret.
No, I wasn’t pressured. I’m merely tired of hiding and running away. Thank you for your concern though!
Hey. Fuck this. I started over at @bumr if you wanna follow me again.
If you know my new kink blog... no u dont <3
To the anon who said the witch is dead: Fuck you. I liked this blog and it's because of bastards like you that she decided to delete it. So fuck you.
It’s okay Noms. It was my choice to move on. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but well, you can still find my stuff here, and maybe eventually I’ll want to create kink content again. For now I just need to move on.
DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!!
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Since you are taking prompts... How about Sarnesto + cockwarming in a casino, like in Las Vegas, in a Alive AU?
“¡Mierda! Again??”, the young man slammed his cards onto the table.
“I don’t know how you do it, de la Cruz! You cheating or somethin’?”
“Hahaha! No no, who do you think I am? I’m a lucky man, that’s all! Especially with my good luck charm right here.”
Feeling the warmth of E/rnesto’s charming laugh in her neck, followed shortly by a tender kiss... it gave S/artana goosebumps. The way he called her his good luck charm made her heart flutter as well...
Actually... no, that’s not quite it. It certainly added to her dilemma... but there was more going on underneath that table than what met the eye. S/artana and E/rnesto were in the middle of a little game as well, actually. Before they came here, he’d offered her a “seat” on his erection during the card game... He betted she wouldn’t be able to hide her arousal, she betted the opposite.
While she’d been confident back when they made the bet... now she wasn’t so sure anymore. Her face was flushed, her nails digging into her skirt... and fuck, she was so wet. He was almost all the way inside her, whenever she slightly shifted on his lap she could feel his length stroking the walls of her womanhood... and it only made her crave more. As the men dealt their cards again, she recalled how it just felt when he laughed, the barely noticeable movement... her body wanted to start moving. He was so close, yet so far...
Honestly, E/rnesto wasn’t unbothered by it either. Her wet warmth all over his manhood made it incredibly hard to focus, all he wanted was to hold her by her waist and thrust into her... He tapped his foot under the table, trying to chase away the thoughts of her moaning voice, begging for more. Shit, if he wasn’t careful, he would be the one giving them away. He was rock hard and sweating... E/rnesto wondered if she could feel just how difficult it was for him to keep his act up.
S/artana shifted a little, making it look like she was merely adjusting her skirt... dammit, he barely caught a gasp in his throat. He gave her a small thrust as a warning, making her bite down on her lip and breathe out audibly.
“Are you okay, Señorita?”
“A-ah... yes of course...”
A smirk formed on E/rnesto’s face. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and winked at her, before they resumed to their game.
Dammit, she’d pay him back later... first she had to win this bet somehow...
How about a prompt where Ungalo is asked to do some petsitting for someone but he's suffering from allergies and can't stop sneezing? But, he isn't displeased with this, this actually helps him discover that he's very aroused by this.
“Thank you so much man, you like, totally saved my ass!!”
U/ngalo tried to give the girl a smile, but it looked more like a pained grimace, honestly. Well, as long as it didn’t scare her off...
He could never see himself watching an animal for other people, and yet here he was... the offer had just been too good to refuse. She was a friend’s cousin’s friend, and she’d offered him a sweet amount of money for spending a few hours with her dog. Spot, six months old, a dalmatian. How creative, right? But that wasn’t everything - U/ngalo was also allowed to stay at her apartment, watch TV and eat whatever he wanted, so he thought, to hell with it, he can watch a dumb mutt for a few hours no problem if that’s what he gets out of it.
Once she’d explained everything to him and he was by himself, he smirked at the puppy trying to get up his leg and lick his hands, so he would play with him.
“Well, Spot. Looks like it’s just us men now.”
Spot was wagging his tail, eagerly whimpering and trying to bite his fingers. Heh, cute. U/ngalo didn’t have much to do with animals normally, this was a nice change. Plus, animals didn’t judge him. He sat down on the couch, and spot jumped up to join him. Was he allowed to do that? Whatever... today he was.
“C’mere, stinker.”
U/ngalo couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy at this little fuzzball’s attempts to lick his face. He didn’t think dogs would be so easy to entertain, he just had to let him nibble on his fingers a bit. But Spot was caught off guard when U/ngalo’s stomach rumbled, and started pawing at it instead. He chuckled as he remembered why he was doing this this in the first place. Well, time to raid the fridge.
He sniffled a bit as he looked inside the fridge. Pancakes huh? Been a while. Maybe he should have a vegetable again sometime too... nah. He shut the fridge door, when his face suddenly started twisting. Damn, sniffling had caused his nose to itch quite a bit-
“ARRR-KCHH!!”
Spot flinched a little at the loud explosion coming from U/ngalo, and looked up at him with nervous eyes.
“Heh, sorry buddy, I’m jus’ real- AARK-CHOO!!”
Damn! Why was his nose so itchy all of a sudden? His sinuses were clogged now too... it actually brought tears to his eyes. What the hell? Was he... no way. Was he allergic to this mutt? His hands were kind of itching too... where Spot bit him. Great. Oh well... free food, free TV, free money. U/ngalo mindlessly grabbed some of the kitchen roll, greedily stuffed a pancake into his mouth, and went back to the couch.
Even though it was nice to finally get a bite to eat and watch some TV, the itching really bothered him... no matter how many times he blew his nose, it just wouldn’t go away. Yeah, he was definitely allergic to Spot, no doubt... the little puppy was blissfully resting his head on U/ngalo’s belly, without a care in the world. His fur was everywhere, too... U/ngalo only noticed it now that he was looking around him. No wonder his eyes were tearing up so much.
“AA- aa... - AAKCHH!!”
Spot almost tumbled off his belly and gave him a confused look. He was probably wondering what was wrong with him... he went to lick his face to check.
“Fuckin’ get off...! This is your fault anyway!!”, U/ngalo snapped, but only pushed the dalmatian away from his face rather gently. No, it wasn’t his fault... not really. By now, he was starting to feel the tickle in his lower belly too. Was it because Spot had rested his head on it? No... this felt different. He knew the feeling, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
He felt another massive sneeze coming up, and lifted his hand towards his face in advance. His eye twitched shut, forcing out a tear from how much it tickled. Finally, relief - he sneezed three times in a row, and ended up getting it all over his hand. Great... but much to his surprise, the tickle in his belly had grown stronger... that’s when it hit him.
That was arousal. He was getting hard. U/ngalo felt the heat rise to his cheeks. What the hell? Why was this turning him on? He awkwardly wiped his hand on the kitchen paper. Spot seemed equally confused honestly...
“What’cha starin’ at??”, he grumbled, averting his eyes. Shit... he’d have to do something about this. Now that he was looking down, he could see just how hard he’d gotten... those last three sneezes really did it to him. What was happening?
Whatever... enough time to figure that out later. For now, he gently rubbed Spot’s ears, kissed him on his little head and rubbed his nose against him... time for some experiments in the bathroom.
Can I get some A/nasui vore please? He probably is getting rid of some competition lmao
Don’t misunderstand this. N/arciso A/nasui generally had a problem with everybody who even looked into J/olyne’s direction for too long. But this girl in particular had made his blood boil. She’d made her laugh, and they hugged when they said goodbye. This was making him feel so incredibly paranoid. What was their relationship? Was this girl interested in his J/olyne? There’s no way he could allow this. He needed to do something.
The girl was humming happily as she walked away, obviously she was in a great mood. Of course, he’d also be if J/olyne hugged him for so long. She didn’t even notice him following her for a while, his footsteps were almost silent, but his rage burned even louder inside him. Just imagining what they could have been talking about... and how close they could get when he wasn’t careful...
Eventually, the girl felt uncomfortable... like she was being watched... she turned around, and finally, spotted the man who had been following her all this time. He hadn’t made an effort to hide himself, instead he glared down at her. She wondered who he was... she’d never seen him before.
“Oh, um... hello! Can I help you?”
She clearly felt scared... they were out in the open, but it was late, and the street lights didn’t help much. They merely painted the streets in a dull, milky light, and made A/nasui’s appearance even more threatening.
He didn’t respond... instead, he slowly approached her even more. But now that she was already scared of him, now that she was face to face with him, she quickly took a step back... Who was he? What did he want? Oh no. The girl started running, her heart racing when she heard him speed up as well. She’d heard horror stories about this kind of situation, but she’d never thought it could happen to her...
Shit, shit, shit!!
A/nasui’s intention wasn’t to assault her, kidnap her or kill her. No, he had just... wanted to talk. But now that she was running, she could genuinely get him in trouble. He couldn’t let that happen. Not when J/olyne could hear about it too! He needed to get rid of the witnesses... in this case, only her. With a brave jump, A/nasui tackled her and pinned her to the ground.
“N-no, please-!!! Please let me go, don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything you want!!”
“Sorry, that’s not possible.”
Her eyes grew wide as he said that. But why? Was this really how it would end? A/nasui held her firmly by her throat and straddled her while he rummaged for his shrinking serum, the one he’d kept “just in case”... now was one of these cases.
“I won’t let you take my J/olyne from me.”
“J-j-j/olyne?? N-no you’ve got it wrong-!! I don’t wanna take her, I’m just--!”
She was starting to run out of air... but A/nasui didn’t let go, no matter how much she squealed and squirmed. Instead, he used her horrified, open mouth to his advantage, and dribbled some of the liquid onto her tongue. She had no choice but to swallow once he softened his grip... Just what in the world was that? A drug? Poison? No... The realization quickly struck her when she felt herself shrinking.
A/nasui watched with a cold smirk as she shriveled down underneath him. Very soon, she was small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, and he picked her up between two fingers.
“I don’t want to hurt you. But I can’t let you have J/olyne.”
“I’m telling you, I’m not interested in J/olyne like that, we’re friends, we-!”
Oh no!! He lifted her towards his face, and before she knew it, she was dangling above his opened mouth... She was gazing down into the hot, wet abyss, hidden behind his tongue and teeth. Once she’d pass his lips, it’d be over. The girl squealed and struggled, trying to somehow get away from his fingers. “Please, don’t eat me!! I didn’t even do anything!!!”
He should feel bad for her, honestly... maybe he did, just a bit, deep inside. But for J/olyne... he’d be willing to go great lengths. A/nasui dropped her into his mouth and closed his lips around her... No matter how much she kicked against the roof of his mouth and clung to his teeth, he couldn’t let her out again. Soon she was coated in thick saliva, and forcibly moved towards his throat. Her muffled whining was eventually silenced by the sound of his gulp.
Finally... he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The threat was gone. J/olyne would be his. A/nasui slowly made his way back to where he came from, his eyes darting around for potential witnesses... but there was nobody here. It was dead silent, aside from the quiet, helpless whimpering inside his stomach, and the gentle gurgles of the starting digestion.
If you're taking prompts, could I request Abbacchio having a belly ache from holding his farts in all day? And then letting them out? I hope that's okay
Some days just felt longer than others for A/bbacchio, especially when he wasn’t feeling well to begin with. Today had been one of these days. He had already woken up with an upset stomach in the morning, breakfast barely wanted to go down, and lunch had been even worse. It was stressful enough to deal with his team members every day, but on days like today, they drained him especially. He was relieved to close the door to his room behind him and lean against it for a moment.
Now, finally, he allowed his facade to crumble. He unclenched his jaw and let out a pained whine as he tilted his head back. A/bbacchio’s bowels had been cramping and bubbling for hours... just how did he manage to hide the pain until now? Well, B/ucciarati had given him a few looks... he probably heard his insides cry all day.
But now that his body was relaxed, it seemed the gas that had been stuck inside finally began to move. The young man firmly pressed his hand against his violently bubbling underbelly, forcing out a loud fart as a result. It rumbled against the wooden door, and a nasty smell quickly filled the air... Even though he was alone, his cheeks grew beet red at how embarrassingly good that had felt. The relief he experienced was beyond words.
But of course, his upset belly wasn’t quite finished yet. The gas from both breakfast and lunch had been brewing inside all day, shifting up and down painfully without a way out, and now the seal was broken. A/bbacchio hunched over a little as another sharp cramp felt like knives digging into his intestine. “Ack-!!”, he bit down on his lip as the wave made its way to his rear, resulting in a deep, almost burning blast of gas passing his cheeks. His face felt so hot... damn, he actually needed to step away from the smell. It made it painfully obvious just how much his belly hurt...
He decided to lay down for a few minutes... that should give his belly a bit of a break, right? It felt really nice to lay down on his side and give his aching insides some room... but of course, more gas had already started to build. A/bbacchio groaned to himself in annoyance, and pulled his legs closer to his middle to reduce the pain.
As he’d expected, the next cramp again hit him like a train, full force... The sickening gurgling from underneath his belly button was almost frightening. It was getting harder to push out the gas, but when he finally succeeded, a dangerously wet fart forced its way out of him. He gasped, almost wanting to cover his nose. It somehow smelled even worse than the previous ones... if he kept going like this, he’d turn the room into a gas chamber in just a few minutes.
Shit... that was gonna be a long night.
If you're still taking prompts, how about Bruno figuring out the reader has a fart fetish, he makes them sit on his lap and teases them by farting? Maybe he's being a bit sarcastic too and calls himself gross?
You immediately knew something was up when Bruno Bucciarati asked you to come to his quarters after lunch. Usually he preferred to clear any issues up with the entire team, and only talked to each member in private when it was something very uncomfortable or personal. You tried to think of something that you could have possibly done wrong... Maybe you insulted him accidentally? Maybe you had a terrible body odor and didn’t realize it yet? Or... it probably had something to do with your porn collection going missing... Maybe someone had reported it to him. Shit. Damn you Abbacchio. It must have been Abbacchio.
“Do you know why I asked you to see me?”, Bruno asked, raising his eyebrows a bit, and you felt like vanishing into thin air. You wanted to ask if it was about the porn thing - but what if it wasn’t...?
“... Did Abbacchio report it to you?”
“Abbacchio? No. He didn’t report anything to me. ... Should he have?”
Shit. You awkwardly rubbed the back of your head, trying to come up with a response... So this wasn’t about the porn collection? What else could it be that he wanted to talk to you about? Did you lose something important? Touch something you weren’t supposed to touch? Did you eat his leftovers accidentally?
Bruno quickly saw that you had no idea what he called you over for. The corners of his mouth rose a little, a tiny, almost mischievous smile forming on his lips.
“(Y/N), sit with me.” He sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him... You felt your knees grow weak, feeling a bit unsure. This felt much too personal. Too close. Was it really okay? But if he said so... You slowly sank down next to him, and immediately felt his warmth, his scent tickling your nose a little.
“See, (Y/N)... What I came across in your room is... improper.”
You felt your blood shoot into your cheeks, immediately causing you to blush like a tomato. He was the one who found it? Bucciarati in person? Now you wanted to vanish even more.
“Um, Bucciarati, I can explain-”
“I’m not done yet”, he continued, speaking firmly, but still kindly to you. Almost too kindly for your liking... Suddenly, you felt the capo’s hands on your waist, gently pulling you and leaving you no choice but to get even closer to him... Until you practically sat on his lap. Your face grew even hotter as you felt Bruno’s breath in your neck, and suddenly, heard his whispers in your ear.
“You shouldn’t desire your leader, you know...”
Oh no. The pictures you’d taken of his butt. You didn’t get rid of them. Before you could even say anything, tell him that this was just a bad joke, he moved his mouth even closer to your ear. “You need to be punished, (Y/N)...”
“S-sir, I’m-”
Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar sound... A deep, rumbly sound, barely muffled by the fabric of his pants and the blanket underneath his rear. The smelly heat rose between your legs, up into your nose, making you gasp. For a moment, you felt yourself getting excited at it.
“... Sorry”, Bruno finished the sentence that you had started, chuckling a little.
“But I’m so gassy, I just can’t help it~"
“It’s okay, I don’t mind...!”, you couldn’t help but chuckle as well, somehow trying to hide how awkwardly aroused you felt, but it just seemed to make it worse... Suddenly, you felt Bruno’s warm, wet tongue on your cheek - shit, your sweat!
“Mhhm, tastes like you’re... horny for me, am I right?”, Bruno licked his lips, turning your head in his direction now. For some reason, you thought you felt his manhood harden underneath you... Could it be that he was into this too??
“Sir...”, you whined a little, clenching your legs as the capo took your hand and put it against his belly. You could feel the gas rumbling and churning inside, audibly begging to be left out... So he did. Another loud, smelly fart erupted from his backside, making its way towards your nose even faster than the one before. Even Bruno wrinkled his nose.
“Phew... gross, isn’t it?”, he teased, watching you start sweating even harder.
“And yet we both like it, huh? (Y/N)?”
“Sir, please... - Wait, you too-?”
“Couldn’t you guess? Why did you think I asked you to come here?”
You were surprised to hear that. He didn’t want to give you a lecture about the porn in your room? Not even about the pictures you’d taken...?
“I thought I was gonna get punished...”
“Oh, you are getting punished.”
BbbbBRRRRPPFFRRRT!!
“You should know three things, (Y/N)... I’m lactose intolerant... we had cheese fondue for lunch... And if you like my ass so much, I should let you see it as closely as possible.”
Oh.
OH.
an intense smell-oriented fart prompt please? like farts that singe hair and clothes and even furniture. downright nasty
Just what is it about certain baked goods that does this to {Name}’s stomach? The dairy? The eggs? Yeast?
It starts with a strong burning sensation in their upper left, heartburn, hiccups, and then, it turns into powerful movement down in their intestines a few hours later, making them feel like they’re bloating up and about to burst any second. Yet, they can’t stop eating them... how are they supposed to stay away from cheesecake, strudel and the like, when they taste so good?
{Name} whined softly as they curled up on their mattress... Just when would this insane bubbling finally stop? They kinda felt like their belly was a massive cauldron, full to the brim with a brewing hot... something. They felt a wave of gas making its way towards their rear, and excited for the much anticipated relief to come, they pushed to help along.
BrrrrrrRRRPPFRT!
The fart started off almost pathetic, but it felt warm, almost hot against their underwear. {Name} was slightly disappointed by the fact that their belly was still groaning with gas... Apparently they were far from finished. As they adjusted their position and lifted their blanket a bit, they a wave of intense stench began to spread in their room, and they couldn’t help but gag a little.
Good God...!
They were tempted to get up and open a window... but also lazy, honestly. For now, they just continued to lay there, dwelling in their own fart’s horrific scent... and still focusing on the bubbling down in their gut. It seemed more gas made their way to their behind, and once again, they pushed to get it out...
BBLOOORRRRRT!!
That one was even worse...! How was that even possible? {Name} moaned and cussed out audibly, covering their own nose. Maybe it was because they were in bed and practically suffocating themselves with their own blanket, but those gassy outbursts were absolutely terrible! They were convinced it could knock someone out faster than chloroform. Even their underwear felt as if their fart had burnt right through it, and they felt the need to reach down to check... But then their hand would be coated in the horrible stink. Another wave of gas forced itself through their intestine, and {Name} was almost afraid to rip another fart...
PRRRRRBRROORRRRT!!
“Oh fuck, why the fuck...!”, they couldn’t help but curse out loudly this time. They had to sit up to protect themselves from their own cloud, steadily rising from underneath the blanket. But still, the entire room felt humid at this point! That couldn’t possibly come from only three farts, could it...?
{Name} couldn’t handle it anymore... they jumped off their mattress and opened the window, only to escape the room as if it were a gas chamber... well, technically it was, right now. If they had looked back one single time, they would have noticed the small, burnt hole in their mattress...
A character getting hics so bad they even surprise themself.
Hic!!
The noise came out of nowhere. When was the last time {Name} even ate something? Drank? For some reason, their body seemed to be unhappy with something, giving them a bit of heartburn - and hiccups. {Name} could feel the pressure in their chest quickly starting to build again, and another quick, intense squeak forced its way past their lips. Perhaps they should keep their mouth closed... maybe it wouldn’t be THIS loud then at least.
Hic!! HULP!
It went on for several minutes... {Name} quickly grew frustrated as they flipped through their book, and their focus kept shifting away from the part they were reading. The constant jerking was incredibly annoying and distracting. For now, they inhaled deeply, and held their breath... Maybe that would help. But no, instead, the hiccup seemingly shook their entire chest, and it stung awfully coming up. Damn... water was supposed to help too, or not?
“HEE!!”, oh, what the hell? As they got up that weird sound just exploded out of them without a warning... there wasn’t even a pressure in their chest or throat. {Name} was pretty embarrassed by this... they completely lacked control over those annoying hiccups. Even as they’d filled their glass, the water spilled several times on their way back to their room because of their body’s jerking.
They wanted to drown the hiccups immediately, and downed the entire glass in one go... Maybe not the best idea, they soon figured. The liquid began to bubble and slosh around in their stomach, and the back of their throat felt slightly cold, as if it wanted to come back up...
HULP!! HIC!! HICUURRRRP!
{Name} was not prepared for that belch at all! Their hand shot towards their mouth to cover it... for a moment they’d feared the water they just drank could shoot right back out. But no, that was not the case... only a very wet, very watery tasting belch. And... no more hiccups.
Do you have some vore headcanons for Risotto as pred?😳
Let’s see...
R/isotto is a serious and experienced pred, with regular prey cravings he needs to satisfy. He enjoys the feeling of prey getting caught between his split tongue or clinging to his tongue piercing, and especially likes the feeling of them going down his throat after a struggle. He’s not too big of a fan of willing prey, he likes some complaining and squirming, and he also enjoys being teased by them.
He’s not the type to verbally tease his prey or talk to them for very long. He gets straight to the point - he’s hungry, and he chose them to sate his appetite. They don’t have much of a choice either. R/isotto knows very well what - or who - he’s craving and he will not give in. When he has to swallow someone in order to protect them, it’s a quick, painless process without much trouble.
Usually he doesn’t digest his prey, he burps them back up, or lets his Stand transport them back up. Only enemies who hurt him or his team get the fatal treatment, and even then, he tries not to make it too painful or too long for them. His stomach is surprisingly expressive, especially from inside; it may show his feelings even more than he does.
Cool thank you! Can you write some headcanons about Funny Valentine with food allergies?
Sure thing...
F/unny V/alentine struggles with a mild to moderate gluten intolerance. While he doesn’t show very strong symptoms in general, he often has some digestive issues due to it, and tends to feel lightheaded and out of breath after a gluten heavy meal. Especially stomach and bowel sounds, heartburn, gas, and on bad days, even painful cramps are problems he regularly deals with.
He’s not aware of his condition. He blames stress and an admittedly unhealthy relationship with sweets for his digestive problems - which certainly plays a part, honestly. Especially sweet rolls, cakes and the like don’t sit well with him; they make his stomach extremely noisy, and cause him to burp a lot. It’s embarrassingly hard to hide.
The digestive issues are hardly worth his attention at this point. He’s dealt with them all his life and never questioned them, they were never more than just a bit of an upset stomach, so they’ve become normal to him. He’s only bothered by extreme flareups, which usually happen when he eats a lot of bread and other baked goods over the course of several days. They give him painful gas, stomach and bowel cramps, and even headaches and vertigo. Again, he blames stress...
Love your writings♡ Can you write some headcanons about Jotaro with his upset belly from indigestion?
Thank you!!
Let’s see.
Most of J/otaro’s digestive issues stem from stress, anxiety, and trauma. The things that happened in his youth are still tucked away in the back of his head, and when he’s not busy with work, they often resurface, causing him to deal with frequent nausea and digestive issues. Especially his stomach suffers. It seems it expresses his emotions much better he does sometimes, for he “keeps it all inside”.
His upset stomach has the tendency to complain loudly. Constantly bubbling and churning, wanting to reject everything he eats and drinks, and occasionally letting out a desperate yell. He tries to cover it up or pretend it didn’t happen, but the noise is hard to miss.
There is hardly anything that gives him relief. The best he can do is wait, reduce his coffee intake, and go to bed early. Trying to swallow air and try to reduce the pain by belching usually backfires, as it gives him heartburn.
