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Omg thank you for thisssss !!! Been wanting to listen to this work for a while now hehe

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Hiooo it's been a long time since my last upload so here's a recent blcd i bought ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧｡⋆ The fate of a human who proposed to a higher-ranking being ～3m of cool and beautiful angels(?) I'll convey a lot of love to you and make you cum like you love me...! ～ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧｡⋆ i looove mitsuhashi sm his voice is so good vro atp i'm his #1 listener and fan oh the file only included the sfx version (WAV bc im lazy to convert) and a pdf for the script in case u wanna translate what he was saying! link will be deleted in a week sooo just comment i'll reup soon download link: https://mega.nz/folder/2hQkRCaB key: show your Support! https://www.dlsite.com/bl/work/=/product_id/RJ01520624.html DO NOT REUPLOAD THIS ANYWHERE ELSE.

Alexander’s chest ached as he listened, the weight of Alistair’s words settling heavily between them. The warmth of his presence grounding him in ways he couldn’t explain. He could feel the tension in the demon’s hands, the uncertainty, the flood of emotions simmering beneath his surface, and yet… he felt no fear, only an odd, gentle determination to be there. “I… I didn’t bring you here to repay anything,” he said softly, keeping his voice steady despite the knot of emotions coiling in his chest. “I… I couldn’t just leave you there. Not like that. Not when I could help. And you needed my help.” He swallowed, brushing a strand of hair from his own face. He lifted his hand and rested lightly on Alistair’s shoulders, guiding him to ease the tension in his body, even if just a little. The bruises along his own arms throbbed faintly, remnants of his father’s punishment, of hours kneeling in prey, lashes across his back, the sharp sting of the cane. But every pang of pain was a reminder that it had been worth it. Worth it to see Alistair alive, safe, and… here. "Probably my father would had done so ... but not me" he shacked his head showing a faint smile., knowing to well how his father would had handle this situation. Maybe he had gotten softer as his father was saying, but his essence was telling him that he did the right choice even if he used a forbidden ritual. Alexander’s gaze softened, his brow furrowing. “You… you shouldn’t feel like you owe me. I didn’t save you to put you in my debt. I did it because… I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you there.” His voice wavered slightly, betraying the tension he fought to hold in. “And I don’t know why I care as much as I do. I… I can’t explain it. But I do. And I will. I’ll stay, I’ll protect you… even if it’s wrong in my father’s eyes.” He drew a slow breath, unsure whether his words would make sense, or if the demon would even believe them. Alexander stayed still for a long moment, letting the silence stretch between them, filled only by the faint rustle of the curtains and distant chanting outside. He could feel Alistair’s uncertainty in his posture. He swallowed, steadying himself. “I know… I know it’s hard to understand,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve been alone for so long… taught that the world only wants to use you, punish you, or destroy you. And maybe some of that… is true. But not here. Not with me.” Alexander reached out again, hesitating just a heartbeat before letting his fingers brush Alistair’s hair back from his forehead. The gesture was gentle, intimate, but entirely innocent. A priest’s care, yet one that carried all the weight of the nights he had watched over the demon while he slept. “It doesn’t matter what’s happened before, or what you’ve done… not now. You needed help and i provided it. Easy as that" he smiled as he shrugged locking his eyes with Alistair. Alex's eyes were almost glowing like gold with little sparks in it. Maybe it was the light in the room making them look like that or maybe that's how they were normally, but that's what Alistair was seeing.

Title: Give half/hanbun ageru Series: Gintama Pairing: Takasugi x Gintoki Rating: R-18 Circle/Artist: Tuna Workshop Year: 2025 Scanned by: chillerific89/Kogenta3 Sharing and translating is ok but keep the Artist credits in the file! A slightly vampire-themed story about the lovey-dovey relationship between retired Takagin. Even before the delicious dried fish set meal is in front of him, Takasugi can't eat and what is happening to his body as he looks unwell...?! Takasugi has caught a vampire cold and suddenly turned into a vampire! Download links: https://app.box.com/s/32l8jueaqqkomjqc2xr6m987pqq1at6i https://mega.nz/file/PKJ0BQYT#3PPG9fLjofevvA5HFJXbGx1q5Eg_o1Yz1Bpu_20gzQs

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Fang rolled his eyes hearing Soras comment about 'outmaneuvering' him, he frowned, waiting patiently for the boys response. When he heard the number two through the door, a slow smile creeped on his face. Two meant chase. Two meant punish. Two meant Sora wanted to be caught, even if he'd never admit it. He turned and immediately headed into the kichen. He needed to acquire the necessary tools in order to give Sora his choice. After getting what he needed from the kichen, he walked back to the bedroom and turned the handle slowly, letting the hegines creek, announcing his presence. His eyes immediately fell on Sora and how he was leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed and chin up. He wore his so called victory proudly. He shook his head, as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with a soft click. " Come here pipesqueek. " It wasn't a simple sentence but a command, and Fang was hiding something behind his back. When Sora remained where he was, reminding Fang how much he hated that nickname he grew impatient and hurried over to the human, grabbing his chin. He could see the defiance in his eyes. " You've made your point...now let me make mine...." His eyes were glowing. His expression a mix between irritation and lust. He pressed his lips against Soras ear, whispering, " Get on the bed..." A simple order, as Fang revealed what he'd been hiding behind his back, a glass. However there was clear condensation forming out it. Ice cubes. A glass of ice cubes. He waited until Sora was sitting on the bed, looking up at him with confusion. This was no longer a game of self defense. Or a game of chase. The moment Fang told Sora to pick a number, it became something sexual. He placed the glass on the dresser, retrieving a single ice cube and slipping it into his mouth. He turned his attention to Sora, and took his chin once again, hovering over him with clear dominance, mixed with unwavering devotion. Sora's legs were in between his as he stood over the human drawing him in. He forced Sora's mouth open, kissing him roughly, and using his tongue to slip the ice cube into his mouth. What was usually a hot kiss was now cold and icy, but the sudden chill added a new level of excitement... a new chance at arousal. It didn't take long for the ice to melt in between their kiss, causing water to slip down Sora's chin. Fang grinned and licked it away with his cold tongue. He cupped Sora's cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. " What do you want..." He wanted to know if he could keep going but he'd give Sora this small opportunity to escape... however if the human stayed, then Fang was going to torture him all night. Neither of them would get much sleep. Then again...this was Fangs first time brining ice into the bedroom, so there was a chance Sora might not like it. So he wasn’t sure how far he should go. ------------------------------- [ “Then I won't, not even if you beg me to.” ] Asta felt a chill run down his spine. Why did it feel like he just released a wild beast from its cage? He suddenly felt nervous... a mix between excitement and fear. He had surrendered himself to Leon before...but for some reason. This time...it felt different. More vulnerable...more raw...more...intense. Was it because there was no more secrets between them? Or was it because both of them had so much pent up desire? Asta shuttered against Leon's chest, as his hands held him tightly. The kiss was deepened, taking his breath away. Leon's tongue took control, chasing his in a passionate kiss. Asta’s grip on Leon's shirt tightened as he melted into this feeling. When Leon pulled back, Asta was speechless. His eyes half-lidded and clouded with love. He was desperately panting, trying to catch his breath. He stared into Leon's glowing eyes...a side of him he rarely got to see. But these eyes no longer scared him...in fact...now he saw beauty in them, because he knew, he was finally seeing the real Leon. [ “I want you”] Leon’s voice was a low growl, but just those words alone caused something inside him to stir. He could feel himself growing hard, the pressure building up between his legs. Mesmerized, Asta touched the skin underneath Leon's eye with a single finger. There was just something about Leon's eyes that always caught him off guard...that made him weak in the knees. And it didnt matter if they were blue or gold...he just loved looking at him. He selfishly wanted to be, the only thing Leon saw. [ “But… I won’t stop until we’re both completely satisfied.”] Leon's words echoed in his mind. No words really came to mind, he could hardly think straight...so he just gave Leon a small nod. He had already decided. He wasn't going to run away anymore. The human tensed feeling Leon suddenly pick him up, he instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist and barried himself in Leon's neck. He was only held like this for a few moments before his back hit Leon’s mattress. His bedroom was rather dark, but the moonlight from the window bathed Leon in a soft blue light. He stared up at his boyfriend in disbelief, because from this angle... in this lighting...Leon's pale porcelain skin appeared to glow in the moonlight. Could something so beautiful....really belong to him? Could something so beautiful...really want him? This view was short lived as Leon kissed him again, demanding more from him. The arms that once held him, were now exploring him, slipping underneath his shirt. Asta immediately arched his back, leaning into it all. Kissing Leon back as his fingers began to tremble. "ah! n..nmaaugh!" He soft moans were honest and loud as Leon attacked his neck, leaving marks. "L-leo--" [ “You have no idea, How much I want you.” ] Asta got goosebumps just hearing Leon’s voice. He was too shy to say some of the things Leon said... but he loved the way the man teased him. The naughty things he'd say in his ear, because he knew that Leon was only saying those things to him. It made him feel even more special. Leon pulled him up, catching him and placing him in between his legs. They were now facing each other, and Leon took his hand, and placed it over his heart. Asta was suprised that he could feel Leon's heartbeat so clearly....and it was racing, just like his. Then, a mischievous grin followed as Leon slide his hand down his chest and to the bulge in his pants. Asta blushed a shade darker, suddenly remembering just how big Leon was. His words were like gasoline on a fire. Teasing him and making him more vulnerable. Leon spoke so confidently...his voice and words turning Asta on even more. He wanted to be devoured. " w-aaaii....ha..ha!" Leon's hands worked so quickly that poor Asta didn't have a chance. Leon tore the buttons off his shirt like child's play before removing his own. Leon showered him was kisses...his soft lips and little nips moving all along his body with no chance of letting up. [ “Beautiful,” ] Leon murmured, kissing his chest. Asta bit his lip, and quickly covered his face with his hands, feeling extremely overwhelmed to the point he was starting to tremble. He struggled to hold his voice back, feeling a heavy weight begin to settle in his chest. "Aak!" He gasped feeling Leon tease his nipple, demanding his attention. He wasn't going to let him hide. Unable to withstand it, one of Asta’s hands grabbed Leon's hair, tugging at his locks as if he could stop Leon from sucking and biting his nipples. "Ha! Haaa...n-n...no...n-aaa~ n-no m-mor!" Asta cried out, squirming. But Leon continued alternating between gentle suckling and sharp, biting, driving Asta insane! "aaahh..hha. haaa~ t-t..tii..aa..timmmme o-ouuaat--" He begged, desperate to catch his breath. But no such break came as he felt Leons tongue blaze a path down his chest, and to the waistband of his pants. Asta’s body immediately tensed. His grip on Leon's hair tighting. There's eyes met....and it left Asta speechless. His face so red it was concerning. It seemed Asta was more shy then ever. He wasn't being honest with himself. [“This is going to be rough, love,” ] Asta shook his head-- his cock twitching. ( I love you...) [ “I can’t promise I can hold back”] ( I love you...so much...it hurts...) He gasped as Leon ripped off his remaining defenses, tossing his clothes on the floor. Asta was as hard as a rock, with pre-cum already seeping out of his tip. The poor boy looked as if he was ready to burst. "A-ah! W-wwaiiit! L-leoaaa~" He shivered feeling Leon grip him, already stroking him with ease. Asta hips shifted, and his head fell back as his hands desperately reached for Leon's as if he could stop him. There was no real force or resistance from Asta....his body was too honest even when he was words weren't. Asta hadn't touched himself in months. So it would only take a few strokes for him to cum. He was too pent up...too sensitive...too vulnerable and god, Leon felt too good! @M-jow

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