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cypherthesuccubus · 29 days

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You can call us both….Daddy~

Alastor x Reader x Luci -Part 2- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, Gentle Dom Luci, Dom Alastor, mate marking, blood kink, slight bondage, S&M, tentacle play, anal, DP, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial, slight RadioApple action

Other tags: fluff, angst

Reader will always receive aftercare!!! ✨

Part 2 coming at you~ what kind of shenanigans is gonna happen this time? Well let’s find out~ 😈✨

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

I’ve never had so much fun in my life!!!! Going to Lu Lu World was the absolute best idea ever!!!! It was literally so much fun that we stayed there until night fall. Definitely want to come back here again!!! It seemed like everyone was enjoying themselves as well. Except, maybe Alastor. He seemed a little distant like his mind wanted to be somewhere else, but at the same time didn’t want to leave just yet. I can talk to him about what’s up later when it’s quiet. We decided to ride the last ride of the night before heading back to the hotel. It was the biggest Ferris wheel in all of hell!!! I know Ferris wheels are as exciting as a roller coaster, but I love them nonetheless. We go through the VIP line, as we pretty much all pair up to go into these carriage like seats; having those umbrellas like roofs. Charlie and Vaggie were the first ones to get into one. They looked so happy together it was cute!! They definitely deserve each other!! The next one was taken by Husker, Angel, and Niffty. Even though they weren’t ready to admit feelings to each other yet; I could definitely tell that they were enjoying each other’s company a lot more than usual today. Unfortunately, poor little Niffty became the third wheel in their Ferris wheel moment. Honestly, I don’t think they minded it too much.

Then came the awkward moment where Alastor, Luci, and me had to share one all together. In normal circumstances, I would be having fun since they both are my friends, but due to them not getting along and also having feelings for both parties; it was nerve racking. It also didn’t help that they sat on either side of me, boxing me in with their thighs resting against mine. If that “Second Death” coaster didn’t kill me; this moment definitely would. The tension between all three of us was so thick; you could cut through it like butter. Luci then clears his throat, breaking the silence “Soooooo….did you have a good time today (Y/N)?” I look over to him, giving him a genuine smile “Oh yes! I did Luci! Thank you so much for taking us here!” He chuckles as he wraps his arm around my shoulders; pulling me closer to him “Anything for you dear.” Alastor then lets out a hum “This was satisfactory at best, but it was nowhere as entertaining then watching you being happy, my dear~” he then wraps his arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him and away from Luci. “Awww, that’s sweet Al.” I then feel Luci wrap his arm around my waist as well; pulling me back to him with Alastor’s arm still wrapped around me. “Ah yes very nice, but honestly you wouldn’t be able to see her happy if it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh really~ Well you certainly must be full of yourself to think you’re the only one that knows how to make (Y/N) here happy.” Alastor then pulls me back once more, but this time Luci still had hold of me; not letting me go any further than the middle. “HA! I’m full of myself? Says the one that proudly calls himself “The All Powerful Radio Demon.” What is this?!? Why are they disputing right now?!? And why is the dispute about me?!? The way both of them have their hands on my waist; trying to pull me closer to either one of them got me all kinds of embarrassed. I’ve never seen them act like this with regular fighting. This is something completely new and I don’t know how bad things are gonna get. It’s even worse timing that them touching me like they are…..is making things heat up in certain places other than my face. Why is this turning me on so much?!? If this keeps going, I don’t know how much longer I can last before I die of embarrassment. “You’re being awfully quiet, my dear~ something the matter?” Alastor snaps me out of my thoughts, as I flush pure red from how close his face was to mine at that point. “Oh no, I’m fine! I’m-I’m good!” I chuckle nervously as to really hoping they don’t catch on to what’s happening to me.

(Luci’s P.O.V)

Something is definitely wrong with (Y/N). I know she doesn’t like it when I get into a fight with Alastor, but I honestly can’t stand him with his inflated ego. He thinks he’s hot shit and wants everyone should treat him as such. And he has the nerve to say I’m full of myself?! HA! What a joke! Other than his inflated ego, I really don’t like how….close he’s getting to (Y/N). As if he’s trying to one up me by getting cozy with her. I’ll give him one thing; he knows how to push my buttons. “Well darling~ If you like I can always transport us back to the hotel…if it’s too crowded for you~” Alastor then gives me this wide shit eating grin as his hand runs from (Y/N’s) waist and up her side; grazing his claws along as he went. She hitched her breath as she tensed at this sudden gesture. Oh~ is that how it’s gonna be? Huh? Two can play at that game~ But I can do better~ I then pull her away from his grip and into my lap, straddling me in the process. She gasped as her cheeks flushed bright red from my sudden movements. Shit! No turning back now; I guess this is my time to make my move. I place my hand under her chin as to guide her gaze to mine. “Ooooor you could….come home with me tonight instead~”

I felt her shudder when my other hand run up her thigh and onto her hip, tilting her chin to meet me in a tender kiss. I honestly thought she would pull away, which I wouldn’t blame her. I did just do something tht will potentially ruin our friendship, but she didn’t. Instead she melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck to deepen our kiss. Her lips were just as soft as I imagined they would be~ She tasted so sweet~ I couldn’t get enough of it~ “Oh my your majesty!~ so forward of you~” I break the kiss as a trail a saliva strung out after we separated. “Jealous much that I got the first kiss and you didn’t?” Alastor then chuckles as he scooted closer to us “Don’t flatter yourself, my king~ just because you got to it first~….” He then grabs (Y/N’s) chin; turning it towards him “Doesn’t mean you’re the best~” He then brings (Y/N) in for a kiss as well; except he engaged into the rougher side of things. Their tongues swirled and twisted around each other in this fiery passion. I hate to admit it, but seeing (Y/N) so enthralled to the point she be came drunk on lust….it was exciting~ I wanted to see more of her expressions she could make ~ Alastor breaks the kiss with her; breath shaky as her eyes were half lidded from the shear pleasure she must be feeling right now.

“You see, your majesty? Just look how she got from just my kiss alone~” I chuckled as I pull her back to lay against me “All thanks to my kiss, of course.” I start running my hands up her thighs; all the way to grab her ass as I begin massaging it. She moans softly in my ear; driving me deeper into wanting more by the second. I see Alastor lean over to whisper “Do you think this is a good idea while in public, your majesty?” For once, I actually agreed with him on something. It would not be a good thing if this was out there for everyone to see. I had to stop massaging her; running my hands up to the small of her back as I whispered in her ear “He’s unfortunately right sweetheart…..now did u want to take this back to the hotel?~ Or to my chambers?~….I do have a bigger bed for this kind of thing~”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

I don’t know what has came over me!!!! One minute I was keeping my distance, as to not further provoke anything. Then the next thing I know, I’m trying to one up Lucifer by touching and kissing (Y/N)!!!!! What in hell’s name has gotten into me!!!! I never do such things as this!!! This is unlike me in every way!!! But here we are!! Taking Lucifer’s portal back to HIS MANOR in HIS ROOM!! How did I get mixed up in this? What possessed me to…..be possessive?! Lucifer breaks the silence as soon as the portal disappears from view. “Alrighty, here we are….sooooo….how is this gonna work?” (Y/N) and I both looked confused at him; wondering what he meant by that? (Y/N) then speaks up “Wait…are you saying that…y-you want us all to….h-have a threes-some? But I thought you guys can’t stand each other.” I laugh as I fix my monocle “We still don’t, my dear…..but…I suppose I’ll this slide….just this once~” I step closer to (Y/N) as I grab her hand gently; raising it up to my lips to kiss the back of her hand. She flushes as she stutters to speak “B-But….there’s s-something I need to t-tell you guys…..but I….I-I don’t know how to tell you.” I place my finger against her lips; softly shushing her.

“Hush now, my dear~ words are cheap~” Soon then Lucifer approaches from behind her; wrapping his arms around her torso whilst kissing her neck “Let your body do the talking instead~” She shuddered as Lucifer moved his hands to cup her breasts; massaging them as he continues to kiss her neck. I then lean down to capture her lips once more; slowly moving our mouths and tongues together in such a gentle passion. I then wrap my arms around her body as well, except my hands found their way to her ass; gripping and massaging it as our kiss got deeper. She was like putty in our hands; melting and writhing against Lucifer and I’s manipulations. There’s is at least something Lucifer and I have in common; that was to see all the faces and hear all the noises she could possibly make~ We gently start to strip her down; leaving her gorgeous body exposed and vulnerable to us. I then start to remove my own clothes as well; placing them neatly on the nightstand table. “Damn Al! Didn’t know you were that skinny.” Lucifer laughs as he was already stripped down as well. “And you somehow got even shorter.”

“Oh fuck you!” I chuckle darkly as I grip his chin up to meet my gaze “Tempting~ but no, your majesty. There’s a lady here in need of our attention~ Let’s not keep her waiting any longer, shall we?~”

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swampstew · 6 months

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Luffy, N-31 ~ Triple Penetration

Summary: You never believed in mermaids - until you saw one. Oh and he's unique af. What a smile he has, seems friendly. Surely nothing bad will happen.

Warnings: Spicy and delicious but marking Dead Dove because it is pure grade monsterfucking, tentacle porn which I've never dabbled in (im pretty sure) so be nice to me. Octupus Merman Luffy with female reader, consent very strongly implied and outright said but I'm high so if I forgot that's on me. Pretty sure. 99.99%. Title says it, triple penetration via lotsa tentacles, anal creampie, suctioning of erogenous zones, octopus anatomy heavily researched fight me. Word Count: 622

Cecaelia are rare creatures indeed, often only found in small parts of the world. Like mermaid, this species of humanoid creature has the lower body of an octopus, utilizing it much like a real world octopus would. Its been said that they are either sadistic monsters, or playful fishfolk, there does not seem to be any in between. Due to its nature, Cecaelia are able to breathe in water and air, as well as contort their body into many shapes, sizes, and colors. It is unconfirmed if male merman become senescent after courtship like a traditional octopus, or if they lose their appendage.

You were pushed against the wooden door of your ship, tentacles holding your wrists flush against the wood as the creature’s extra tentacles felt you up. Exploring your body eagerly with curiosity. His flexible arms squeezed your flesh, your thighs, your breasts as the human side of the creature leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I finally caught you my siren,” he cradled your face with slender fingers. “I loved our game of chase, but I’m ready to have you now. Would you have me?”

With a needy gasp, you nodded. You came across him as he sunbathed on some rocks as you sailed by the island he was on, and when you saw his upper torso – you were sure then and there you wanted to fuck him, and confidently cat-called him. Seeing that he was half fish was like going through the five stages of grief, but he had been friendly and funny, and you were secretly pining. With the way his suctions pulled at your skin and the way he softly cupped your body, it was not hard for you to succumb to your needs.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Your clothes were ripped off as his tentacles released you in exchange for the fabric. His strong muscular arms caught you before you could fall and he pressed his lips to yours in frenzied need. His fingers following suit to your cunt when you moaned at his kisses. His fingers plunged over and over inside you while a thin tentacle curved around your thigh, the tip of the tentacle wrapped around your mound and a single tentacle sat above your clit. And it started pulling. When you screamed in pleasure, he added two more tenacles, wrapped around your breasts with suctions over your nipples. Carnal pleasure ripped from you as his arms made you fall apart, squirting over his body, he bit your throat lightly as you came on him, body convulsing wildly but held firmly to the door.

“Can I have you have you?”

“You can have me any way you want, Luffy. I never want you to take your arms off me.”

Luffy pulled back, his tentacle arms moving to position you while gently rubbing against your core and ass - two held your arms together, two held your legs apart. The suction cups doing the most to loosen and lubricate you with your arousal and his own secretions. Then three tentacles rushed to plug your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole as the merman stroked his hectocotyli (cock head). Your moans muffled by the tip of his tentacle as it played with your tongue, your pussy quivered against the squirming muscles that was sucking on your inner walls, your g spot, and your clit.

As you came around his tentacle, Luffy pulled his arm from your ass to replace it with the head of his cock. He ripped his tentacle arm from your mouth to latch his mouth on it as he roared and bucked his body against your shaking one. Semi-clear fluids leaked from your holes as his arms gently pulsed.

2 tiles to go, and since we've already made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 masterlist #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #monkey d. luffy #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy smut #tw monsterfucking #tw tentacles #dead dove do not eat

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candy-sticks-zaza-blogs · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel x Reader(OLD)

Tw:Cussing,Murder,blood,violence,sex jokes, tentacles jokes

•You are a waiter at the fancy restaurant in hell with three stars,why? Because you killed the rude customers and kicked out horny demon out of the restaurant alot.

•You will be looking human but with devil wings hidden in your head,gun shot forehead mark,tentacles tails as an extra hands to hold the plates not the horny way but a sfw way

•At first you were scared and frustrated what to do in hell but than you saw a new opened fancy restaurant,you went in as the receptionist looked at your clothes realised you are a waiter as he greeted you to work here but you always scared the customers by your attitude and appearance.

•You been sent to hell by killing your victims over 10 years that the people went missing or murdered news papers as you dressed up as a waiter to poison the food giving it to your next victims as you are exposed. You escaped from the cops in your car you laugh distracted as you drove into the ocean by accident you try to open the door but it no use as you drown to death during the 1990s

•When Alastor visit the restaurant the first impression with him wasn't great as you always got the bad murderous attitude as he will teach you how to behave by pulling your hidden devil wings head.

"Next time dear you might wanna mind your manners and keep your whining bitchy mouth shut."

"Ow!Ow!Let go of my freaking wings ow!"

•Alastor always visits the restaurant every time greeting you with a smile to eat the corpse from the remaining of your dead asshole customers. Your staff isn't pleased but you don't care since you almost burned the food.

"Mmm!That is delicious did your chef cook this delicious meal?"

"It was me. I cooked it."

"*Choking noises*Mmm...! that's a-amazing dear!"

He always lied with a smile he gave you but still eating the food anyway. He knows you are bad at cooking but forcibly swallowed the food as you go to the other customers he spat it out as he left the bill and left while wiping his mouth.

"I might wanna throw up..."

•Many years later you haven't seen Alastor for 7 years as you saw a silly advertisement of the princess of hell introduced the Happy Hotel for the redemption that sinners will go to heaven which is ridiculous to you

•The restaurant began closing at night as all the staffs leave you were left alone at the table eating the leftovers that the customers didn't eat as you heard the door open as you sigh in frustration.

"The restaurant is closed were not giving you good shit food tonight."

"Oh Y/N is that the way you greet your old friend?"

"Alastor?WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! IT'S BEEN 7 YEARS!"

Your tentacles raised in strong emotions as he patted your head to calm down.

"There,There dear when did you get that manners from?Did you miss me much Y/N?"

"Yes..."

"Come here Y/N give your old friend Alastor some hug!"

You hugged Alastor feeling soft hearted and butterflies flying around in your stomach. He hummed while hugging you for a while.

•When Alastor come back after 7 years he was scared that you didn't improve your cooking skills but he realised you improved after he was gone he ate your food as you sigh in happiness and stress.

•You are now in the limo having the conversation to Lucifer daughter,Charlie and she gave you free cash since you will have to agree to go to the hotel because you are homeless and going bankrupt as you arrive at the Hazbin Hotel

•You entered as you see new faces but familiar ones. The gal with the cross eye patch, Angel Dust the Porn star,A Victorian reptilian snake,little cyclop girl,cat with wings with a top hat and...Alastor!

"Alastor heya good to see you again!"

"Good to see you too Y/N!"

•Well after many weeks of staying here you began to feel comfortable around new people and sometimes you threw Angel Dust in the trash can tired of his dirty jokes

•Angel Dust kept making dirty tentacles jokes as you are moody about it

"Hey is your tentacles made for kinky hentai gay sex shit Y/N?"

".....Angel Dust."

"Yeaaah?"

"I'm not giving you fucking lasagna tonight."

"What?!"

"And popsicles bitch."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

•You like to cook and give your friends some food that they didn't asked but accepted it anyway (which you feed Alastor to much meat that he was telling you to stop overfeeding him alot) but than you feed everyone some free food

•You meet Lucifer the king of hell himself visiting his daughter hotel as you pulled the steel dome lid to reveal some fondue when he arrived

"Ooo!Fondue that's delicious and amazing mmm! Well I'm gonna hire you to be the butler in the manor!"

"Why ye-"(felt Alastor glaring behind them feeling jealousy)

"Uhhh...no.I-I'll have to deny your request haha! Ahhh...." 'I'm gonna fucking die if I go to Lucifer place...'

•You stayed at the hotel all the time when your friends is out but defended the hotel from the intruders throwing them in the trash after they were killed or beaten up but you got company at the hotel when Keke,the eggy Bois and Fat nuggets helping you out at the hotel

"Boss!Boss!Boss!"

"Yes...?"

"I made a drawing of you!"

"Oh my fucking god..."

"What's the matter you don't like it boss?"

"No...I don't like it....I FUCKING LOVE IT!"I'm putting it on my fridge!"

The egg Bois is happy as you were proud of it on the fridge.

•You were now dragged by Cherri Bomb aka. Angel Dust bestie to the Nightclub as you are angry you got drunk as you accidentally vented them about your past life as Husker cheered you up patting your back while venting to them at the club

•You saw Angel Dust in danger as you beat up Valentino to death by strangling the overlord with your tentacles (Angel Dust regrets about dirty tentacles jokes he made about you)

•You spent time with your friends and give the cannibals some blood drink to respect you.

•When the Extermination began you were armed with guns and knives in your hands and tentacles. Your shirt is unbuttoned and your hair is messy making you unhinged as you killed all the exterminator being a psychopathic sane maniac in the whole battle field as you laugh like a psychopath feeling the adrenaline kicking in you. (Vox is simping the whole time watching and being horny asf tho)

"HAHAHAHAAHAA!!THIS IS FUCKING BADASS!! I'M SO FUCKING HORNY RIGHT NOW!!!THIS IS BETTER THAN FUCKING SEX I HAVE SEX BEFORE BUT STILL!!"

Alastor:'What the fuck?' stares at you smiling but scared of you the whole time watching you stripping off your shirt laughing like a horny maniac.

Adam:Holy fucking shit that's a nice looking big tits!But...where the fuck are their nip-(proceed to get slapped by Alastor shadow tendrils)

•After many deaths and battle you all won you picked up the drawings from the eggy Bois from your broken fridge that have food feeling upset that your fridge is dead as you flopped down to the ground feeling exhausted

"Wow Y/N you ok?" Charlie is concerned

"I'm fine...so that's what sex is like right?"

"Y/N!Do you miss the egg boys?"

"*sniff sniff*Yeah...!Oh my fucking god!"

You cried on her shoulders mourning the death of the egg boys that been nice to you.

•After the hotel have been rebuilt you mourn Dazzle,Sir Pentious and his egg Bois death as you kept their drawings with you the whole time

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #y/n #hazbin hotel spoilers #hellaverse

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littlebluespoon · 6 months

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Hi hi. Hope your doing okay and having a woderfull day. I have so ideas on octokönig i would lime to share with you. You dont need to use any of them but if the spark some inspiration that would be great.

1. We have seen/heard of the marks he's left on the reader. So what if the reader gets in trouble by their superiors for the marks and the reader gets so mad and embarresed that she refuses to help him when he gets hurt and the only persone he allows to help is the reader.

2. We can guees that König is a little possesive of the reader. He want all her attention to be on him when he has it. Maybe someone trieda to ask the reader out on a date not knowing König was in his smaller form stuck to the reader. And König get so possesive/ jealous that he tried to fight the person. Attaching himself to the person's face and sucking marks of all over them, pulling their hair,ears, nose, anything he can get is tentacles on and end up traumatizing the person. 3. We also can guees he has a thing for the reader chest/tits. So what if the reader had their nipples pierced and he keeps fidgetthing with them so much so that the reads nipple are so sensitive the they get extremely turned on by it and maybe even comes from it, in the most embarrassing places. In the cafeteria, thier office, between people, in the hallways, in the Medical Unit. And all the reader can do is try to keep themselfs composed. 4. Maybe König is a little bit of a perv and tried to steal some of the readers close a d gets caught in the act wether he be his full size or his small form. Now he has to explain himself and the reader is not taking no or some silly excuse for an answer. 5. When he trys to court the reader he mite not be to sure how to go about it. He knows how he would do it for someone lime him but not the reader. So he settels for giving them things he finds while he is leave or has some time off. Maybe some sea shells, pretty rock, some sunken treasure, pretty flowers maybe some sketch books or colourin pencles/pens, maybe some paints or maybe bringing the lunch. But the reader is a little confused and after a while they figure out what he's doing and starts doing the same to him. 6. Maybe he and tge reader had an argument about something and the reader has to leave on op before they resolve it and comes back hurt and he doesnt k ow how to go about it. His mate got hurt and all he can do is stand and watch other help them while he cant.

🙀🙀🙀😻😻😻

I LOVE ALL KF THESE! I’m definitely stealing (using) number 5 it’s so cute. And yes you’re entirely correct in the whole possessive Octo!König who has a thing for the readers chest/boobs/whatever you’ve got.

Listen, I had nipple piercings… and rn it’s taking everything in me to not write an octo!konig thing where reader gets them pierced and he can’t touch them for 3 months… someone say yes I’ll read it that’s all I need

Pervy konig is also definitely hiding under/in readers clothes. I’ve already got that one planned out, he gets injured again (poor man) and runs off to find reader who’s in the shower except instead of joining them he just buries himself in their clothes and just sits there all 🥺🥺 like

#bluespoonswriting #octo!könig #asks for blue

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nanograms · 1 year

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can I request the octo trio x gn reader who's a bit of a cuddle bug

Yes you may! I cant write for Jade so unfortunately so I have to leave him out. I don’t know if you asked for separate or all of them so have it all

Octo Trio (minus Jade) x GN!Reader - Cuddle Bug

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Azul

Azul is a touch starved man. Despite his family, he never got affection from other people because of how he looked

So when you came into his life and ‘attacked’ him his all of this affection and cuddles, he malfunctioned real fast

“A-aha.. Angelfish, we’re in a public area.. people can see us, Dear.. H-huh? You don’t mind?? I-I see..” Flustered octopus noises

Now, don’t mistake this for Azul not wanting your cuddles or kisses.

He’s just not used to it. Give him a couple of weeks, maybe a month max and he’ll return it 10 fold.

It might take him a while before he cuddles you in his mer-form though.

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“Are you sure about this..? The last thing I want is to hurt you, Pearl.”

Azul shuffled awkwardly in the Octavinelle pool. His tentacles had a mind of their own, however. It laches onto you instantly. You can feel the suction cups on your skin, and they hold on tightly. Scared to let you go. Those will surely leave a mark.

“I still can’t believe you’d want to cuddle someone like me..”

Azul muttered with a conflicted look. Soon, all of his worries washes away as you swim closer to him on your own accord to give him kisses all over his face, telling him how lucky you are to be able to see this side of him, and how much you love him.

Azul’s face bloomed to a darker shade of purple. His tentacles wrapped around you tightly as his arms cling onto you tightly. He hides his face in your chest and mutters a soft ‘I love you too’ and lets silence fill the room and you take comfort in each others arms.

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Floyd

Oh boy, here we go

Floyd adore it when you squeeze him tightly. It feels as if you’re reciprocating his feelings of love!

No one has ever dared squeezed him back before, so you better keep it up or he’ll be mad and pouty for the whole day

Speaking of which, Azul uses your cuddles to help make Floyd more productive in the Monstro Lounge.

He likes it when you surprise him with your cuddles, and he likes to surprise you with his squeezes. It’s a win win situation for him!

“Shrimpy~~ you forgot to squeeze me today.. you have to make it up to me now!~~ Maybe I’ll keep you by my side for the whole day so I can squeeze you whenever I want!~~”

Floyd is a cuddler when he sleeps.

Ramshackle be damned, cause you’re sleeping in Octavinelle now with Floyd

(Grim does not like this ^)

You best believe he’ll cuddle you in your sleep, and you will too. The feeling of your arms around him makes him sleep faster

(Although every Wednesday at 1 am he wakes up for a midnight snack)

Floyd likes to put up a small fight with anyone who dares to take his shrimpy away from his ‘cuddle time’

He will also fight anyone he sees you cuddling with as well. Shrimpy’s hugs are reserved for him only!

(^he was picked a fight with Grim because of this)

((Grim is not happy))^

He nibbles and bites too if he feels like it

Which is basically everyday

Will get sad and pouty when you deny him of his daily cuddles and hugs, but you won’t deny him of his hugs, right?

You are his shrimpy, after all (:

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“Eeeeeh? Shrimpy, where do you think you’re going?~~”

Floyd stalks behind you as you walk out of his dorm room. His heterochromatic eyes stared into your soul. His eyebrows scrunched up and a frown was plastered on his face. He hasn’t even finished changing yet!

“You haven’t given me my morning hugs and kisses yet!~~”

The eel whines as he drapes himself over your body. Long lanky arms snake up from behind as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Shrimpy is so mean..~ depriving me of my hugs and kisses..”

He pouts as you laugh warmly at how childish he was being. You turned around and embraced the silly eel in your arms and pressed kisses all over his face and gave him a tight squeeze. Floyd instantly brightens up, and he lets out a ‘yay!’ in response.

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A.N: can you tell who I like the most lmao

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orionwynnter669 · 2 years

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UNPOPULAR NSFW OBEY ME OPINIONS

I'm joking ofc. Idk if these are really unpopular opinions, but they're my opinions. But anyway yeah NSFW below the cut 18+ minors gtfo dni pls and ty

Lucifer

Tbh I wouldn't even consider fucking him if it weren't for the bdsm.

The only one I'd ever call Daddy

I want him to call me good boy while he rearranges my insides.

Mammon

Is a switch

Goes from arrogant top to whiney bottom.

Is the only reason I developed into a switch

He makes me wanna make him beg

Could call me "My Precious" to be sweet and I'd bust out laughing, LOTR got me by the nonexistent balls I'm sorry.

Leviathan

If it's not the hc where he's got two dicks in his demon form then I don't want it.

You can try convincing me he's a sub.

I won't believe you.

It may take a lot to build his confidence enough to get him going

But once he's going you won't be able to walk straight for a month

Definitely a fan of those fics where you cockwarm him while he's playing FFIV

DP Monster Fucker right here.

Satan

I'm more of a dog person when it comes to pet names, but I'd let him call me kitten unironically and get away with it.

Discord mod mf

Would probably use the same pet names as Lucifer. I know it, you know it, if either one of us say that to his face he'll probably explode.

Also only wanna fuck him for the bdsm

Asmodeus

You already know. Kinkiest mf on the list. Knows everything and every position. Could go on for hours, make you cum countless times, and not even be done with foreplay.

He'd make me feel so good about myself and my body, knocking out every one of my insecurities. The idea of it is just so soft and wholesome.

I'd learn to love my body while he's busy leaving his marks all over it

And the aftercare is *mwah*, chef's kiss

Beelzebub

My favorite. A fucking unit. Man works out and it shows.

No it's not just because I have a size kink be quiet

The only one I'd let eat me out

And yes as he does you bet your ass I'm over there droolin on his cock.

Adorable in the streets, fucking menace in the sheets

I can go on for hours but I don't want to be too blatant with my favoritism. I'll save that for a different post

Belphie

I want to be clear. I don't like degradation.

That said, he can call me a slutty whore and I'd let him get away with it.

The only one I'd let be mean to me

Threesomes with Beel are a major plus

Literal cuddle fuck

Diavolo

Now this one

This one is because I have a size kink

I don't care about royalty or any of that

I'm mainly just curious to see how much his cock would bulge out my stomach

Barbatos

This man can do whatever he wants to me I don't even care

He's incredibly intimidating, but also so fuckin fine

I'd be scared and horny at the same time ngl

Would treat you like royalty by day

Would treat you like a fuck toy by night

Solomon

I don't remember where I saw it.

I don't remember when I saw it.

But I saw someone make fan art of him summoning tentacles.

That's really all I needed tbh

Man's freaky in ways I can't even imagine

Simeon

He's hot. Absolutely.

But I would not fuck him

I will simp to high heavens, but I won't fuck him.

Unless he's into it then idk it could go anywhere tbh

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bazthefirstborn · 2 years

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I’ve felt my calling.

Okay so, hate sex // jealous sex w obey me brothers (any of your choice!!) 🙏🙏 everything is up to you jus wanted to like pass around a little idea. it could be either us making them jealous or them making us jealous

YES YES I CAN DO THAT OMG

jealous sex w/ the demon bros!

author's note: I wrote this intended for all genders w/ any set of parts, so there are options for afab and amab! hopefully that's okay, you can skip those parts if you'd like :) happy reading !!

LUCIFER:

doesn't do anything brash to make you jealous, just subtle things

making longer stints of eye contact, acknowledging the people that flirt with him, whatever

it is meant to only tip you off

he loves watching you intently to see how long it takes you to break

wayyyyy to egotistical to just tell you he wants to go hard, so this is his way of telling you

MAMMON:

will literally do anything to piss you off

he finds you getting mad so hot but can never say anything bc he's too much of a tsundere to admit it and will deny it if you figure it out

flirts with people at the casino and basks in their compliments

take him to the bathroom and fuck his brains out with no prep

bonus if you do it against the wall

he will rut against the wall and cum so fast if you call him your little whore or tall him how slutty he is for you

LEVIATHAN:

ANGRY SEX IS ONE OF HIS BIGGEST TURN ONS OH LORD

he will never talk about it bc he's so shy but he looooves the angry look in your eye

I am feeding the levi reptile cocks agenda today boysssss

what if you cage both of his lil cocks and fuck his vent repeatedly but don't let him cum👀👀👀👀

he will blush so hard like tomato red

would literally love you to facefuck him too (tentacle in vent and cock in mouth anyone ?????)

baby boy is so overwhelmed in the pleasure but not being able to cum he is going craaazy

will cry and beg and whimper and promise to be good

when you take the cages off, t h e n fuck his face and have him cum totally untouched

SATAN:

not really one to make you jealous, but will do everything in his power to turn you on in public

like he will be wearing his lil virgin killing sweater in the library while you're sitting there

he's humming and swaying his ass around, and if he's wearing a skirt he will not so accidentally flash you his bare ass with a green, heart shaped plug in it

he wants you to fuck him behind a shelf and put your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet

ASMODEUS:

it is no secret that this man is a slut

he will openly flirt with anyone and everyone

will flirt with bartenders, post provacative photos on Devilgram, anything to show off how pretty and perfect he is

he wants you to just come up to him and drag him away

he's the avatar of lust after all, so my guy has stamina for d a y s

fuck him and use him like a human fleshlight (or dildo, whatever) and put a cock ring on him or keep overstimulating him

he comes over and over and you don't stop until he comes dry

force him to lick his cum off of you and suck you off

he will be looking at you with hearts in his eyes while you use him

pound him, ride him, fuck his tits, mouth, sit on his face, he doesn't care

just cum all over him and show him what a slutty toy he is for you

BEELZEBUB:

the goodest boy

loves seeing you angry, but will mostly just do things to you to piss you off

will leave hickeys, bite marks, anything o show others that he's yours and you are his

will also purposefully show off the marks on his neck

even if it gets you mad, that's just a bonus

will literally cockwarm you with his mouth and let you do what you please with it

but, once he gets a taste of you, don't expect him to stop until you're milked dry

BELPHEGOR:

sleepy boy <3333

wants you to be mad at him for falling asleep so you fuck him

huuuuuge into somnophilia (I mean bro's asleep 24/7 who wouldn't be)

will let you use his sleepy little body to your heart's content

he will purposefully hide his moans while asleep so you fuck him hard

make sure to clean him up nicely afterwards though

aftercare is key for this man <3333

end note: I wrote this in one sitting hopefully it feeds you all and doesn't suck <3333

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I CANNOT get kraken Price and sailor Graves out of my head…. Just something about the size difference and the monster fucking is so good. Sooo two month mating cycle? Wanna expand a bit 🫣?

I am always willing to expand, hell fucking yeah.

Price looked at the human currently sleeping in his lap. His arms were wrapped around Price’s torso, gently holding him closer like he might be swept away by the tide.

After some brief discussion and Price realizing he couldn’t keep Graves in the water the entire time, he found a alcove they could stay in. It was a section of the beach that made a semi circle, leaving plenty of room for Graves to sit on land while still letting Price be able to grab him whenever.

And he did grab him whenever. As long as Graves wasn’t eating or asleep, he was free game and Graves didn’t seem to mind. It had been a week, but he seemed content at the moment.

He had called Price over to hold him as he slept, looking very tired. Graves had laid his head in Price lap and fell asleep.

Price worried he was doing too much to him. Strings of bruises littered his body, along with an assortment of teeth marks and hickeys. Yes, he made sure Graves thoroughly enjoyed himself when they had sex, but still.

Graves started to wake up, stretching and slowly lifting himself from Price’s lap. He winced as he moved.

“Are you alright?”

“Sore. I loved it at the time, but I don’t think I can bend that much.” He moved to straddle Price’ “Need me?”

All thoughts of concern flew out the window because Price needed him so damn much. He took what Graves said into consideration though and when he tangled him in his tentacles, he kept him in a much comfier position. Legs spread gently and arms held above his head, making sure all of his weight was supported.

At first, he used his fingers, making sure Graves was still open from before. His humans moaned and wiggled excitedly and Price had to hold him tight to keep his hips from moving. When he was sure Graves could still handle him, he put him in his lap and gently slid him down onto his large cock. Graves pressed his face to his shoulder and relaxed, letting Price move him up and down like he was a sex toy. It took a minute before he bottomed out and Graves was already a mess.

“So good for me.” Price murmured, kissing along his throat gently.

“Don’t know how I can go back to humans after this.” Graves admitted shakily, shivering when Price pressed against a sensitive spot in his body.

Oh. Right.

This would end.

Price thrust into him hard and Graves wailed, thrashing slightly. “Don’t know how I will either. You’re so much tighter.” He twirled the tentacle in Graves, pressing hard against his prostate and going deep enough that he saw stars. “So much warmer. Like you were made by the stars specifically for me.”

Price knew he was being a little too rough. Later, Graves would limp and he’d feel bad but that was later. Right now, he wanted to forget that there was anything besides right now and he wanted Graves to forget too.

It was clearly working if the sobs and glazed expression were anything to go off of. His little moans and whimpers doing things to Price. Maybe he could keep him like this. Always filled by one of his tentacles, unable to think long enough to complain or escape.

Graves leaned forward, sloppily kissing along his jaw. So sweet. So very human.

No. He couldn’t be so selfish.

Graves came with a sob, nails digging in to the tentacles that were binding him as Price sought release. The pleasure was building, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the bulge in Graves’s stomach. He could see where he was tearing Graves to shreds. Could also see his leaking cock where Graves was enjoying it.

“Please. Please.” Graves whined to him and Price was worried it was too much. “Don’t stop.”

Price felt himself start to drool. He bit his shoulder, continuing. Graves was so warm and tight and soft inside. His hips started to stutter as he came in him, but he didn’t stop, like he was asked. He fucked the cum deeper and deeper into him, even as it started to leak from his body.

Graves trembled at the feeling, holding him as tight as he could. “If I wasn’t human, is this how you’d treat me?” Price couldn’t help it. He was being far, far too rough but with Graves speaking to him like this, he couldn’t help it.

“No. I wouldn’t cuddle you afterwards.” They’d be underwater and it would last a lot longer, but Price was a bit worried about Graves eventually needing to eat to do that. Also the whole He couldn’t breath under water thing.

Graves smiled, tears streaming down his face as he angled his face closer. He was being so good, taking everything Price had to offer. “Your species not do that?”

“No. But I don’t mind cuddling with you. Does it hurt?”

“Yes, but I don’t want it to stop.” Graves panted softly, their mouth so close together Price could feel it. “Feel empty when you pull out.”

Price slowed his frantic thrusting to instead gently roll his hips, making Graves whimper. “I got you. You just stay like this, doll. Long as you need.”

Graves nodded, body shaking. He clenched and Price jerked into him, pulling a moan out of him.

Price pet his hair, laying back and releasing Graves so he could wrap his arms around him again. He occasionally rocked into him, still achingly hard, but the pressure felt so nice.

Graves kissed him softly, holding his face. “Can you crash another ship to see if they have more of those cookies you got me?”

“Course.” He’d crash as many as he needed to find them. “Want me to see if they have any books too?”

Graves nodded. “Gets boring when you’re not around.”

“I try to stay on the surface as much as i can.”

“I know the sun bothers you, don’t worry. I sleep most of the day anyway.” Graves gently kissed along his jaw, almost lazily

Price put his hands Graves’s back, closing his eyes. “I could get used to this.”

Graves didn’t say anything back.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #Phillip graves #John Price #Captain John Price #Price x Graves #Graves x Price #kraken price

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 3 months

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Rite and Wrong - a Malevolent fic

There is more than one way to care for an eldritch god.

And more than one way to prove his character - whether or not he knows he's being tested.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.” - Kiera Cass

Preparations were underway for the Spring Rite, and Hastur wouldn’t be able to slip out this time because they were watching him like a bunch of annoying featherless hawks.

Acting like he was fragile (accurate). Which was insulting (heartfelt). And could be dangerous (revealing) if they figured out his plan.

And things were getting dangerous now. He was beginning to deal with peers less inclined to ally. A mistake could mean not coming home some morning, and his family was not ready.

He hadn’t even finished preparations for the birthday yet—birthdays, because Faroe would not leave it alone.

(And she was right, and Arthur should be celebrated.)

(And that teeny, tiny nagging pain of robbing Arthur of a proper marking ceremony years ago still lingered, but what’s done was done.)

It was fine. It was handled. Everything was okay. He would manage.

And then Dagon decided to get involved, and the whole schedule went sideways.

“Hastur!” called the Father of the Deep, the Crafter of Waves, the Golden Patriarch. “Get your ass over here and lemme see what we got to work with.”

Hastur—who had been on his way out to face another challenge—stopped and stared at him. “What?”

Dagon gestured. He was in fine form tonight; his scales glimmered strangely as though hiding glimpses of deep water, and his fins looked sharp enough to cut the very air. “C’mere. Don’t make me squid-nap you.” He chortled to himself. “Squid-nap. Heh, heh, heh.”

Hastur stared.

“C’mere,” Dagon repeated.

“I do not have time for… whatever this is,” Hastur said, hovering closer with grave caution. “I’m due in Alala’s presence this evening. If I can out-sing him, he’ll ally with me.”

Dagon huffed, eyes in shadow. “Dumb reason to ally.”

“Yes,” Hastur agreed. “However, it must be done.”

Dagon grinned. It was not a safe grin.

Hastur stopped approaching. “What do you want?” he said a little too loudly.

Wicked fast, Dagon lunged and threw his meaty arm around Hastur’s shoulders (and Hastur grunted). “You’re not running out this time.”

“Excuse me?” Hastur said, swelling, tentacles rising.

“You,” Dagon said, poking Hastur’s gold-robed chest, “are taking part in the fucking Rite this year.”

“Well, of course I am,” said Hastur huffily.

“We’re doing a practice run tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“To get you ready. Time I’m done, you’re gonna be… how the fuck do the humans put it? The belle of the ball.”

“I don’t want to be a belle,” Hastur complained.

“Gonna ring all theirs, then,” said Dagon. “Shut up and come with me.”

“Dagon. I have an appointment.”

“And you’re gonna show up sizzling hot.”

“Dagon. They’re made of sound. They won’t give a fuck what I look like.”

“You’ll be so sexy they can hear it,” Dagon said, dragging him down the hall.

“I am perfectly capable of enamoring without help! ” Hastur said, and attempted to resist.

Dagon kept pulling.

The room warped, just slightly. Something in the wall to the left cracked. It was, in a way, scary: a reminder that while in raw power, they were matched (and Hastur was sure he could defeat him via strategy, as Dagon’s usually was hit it real hard until it stops moving ), physically, Dagon was stronger.

Well. It wasn’t worth damaging the palace over. Hastur gave up. “Can we please do this quickly?”

“Sure,” Dagon lied.

Late. He was going to be late. And of course, with impeccable timing, they ran into Faroe on their way back out.

She stopped mid-jog and gasped.

“You ought not to be up,” Hastur chided.

Faroe put her hands to her mouth and made a high-pitched happy squeal. “Dad! You look amazing!”

“I know a thing or two about a thing or two,” said Dagon wisely.

Was that Dis back there? It was. What on earth was going on? Some training thing?

He could pursue this later. “My darling, I have to go. I’m late for an appointment.”

“Yes, yes, of course, you… dad, you really look good,” Faroe said with pride, inspecting him. “I love these rings.”

“Can’t go wrong with hammered gold,” said Dagon.

Hastur sighed.

She bounced on her toes. “Can you do this for my birthday?”

Hastur relented. “Something similar, then.”

“Not too similar. Don’t wanna start a riot,” Dagon drawled as Faroe giggled.

Sigh. “I must go.”

“Is that paint, or did you recolor yourself to match the sky?” said Faroe as he headed for the door.

“Gave him the idea,” said Dagon.

“I have done it before on my own, ” Hastur said defensively, and finally got away.

There. That would be the end of it. One ally soothed, another on the horizon. Back to business. There wasn’t time for pleasure.

Of course, Faroe talked.

“He turned gold?” said Arthur.

“Not gold,” said Faroe. “Sort of a cousin of gold, dark, like… a dream of remembered gold, and polished shiny. And there were these dark shadows in his hide, not quite like words, but really close, like he’d named all the stars on his skin, and if you looked at them, you felt like you were falling into them. It was incredible!”

Sounds gross, said John.

“Oh, don't be jealous,” said Arthur. “What was all this for?”

“Uncle Dagon said, ‘Becuz he needed help gettin’ raght in the hea-ud,’” she quoted, massacring his accent.

“For the… yeah, that’s coming up, ain’t it?” said Parker. He stirred their anise and raisin belila.

Given that he skipped the last one, perhaps this is for the best. Maybe… he’s out of practice. Sunny had no face to make that a dead-pan delivery, but somehow, he managed. It must have been an inside joke because the two of them laughed.

He’s not out of practice! said John as though they’d said it about him (who was out of practice).

“Maybe we can help,” said Parker, wearing a grin like few John had ever seen.

Faroe perked up. “We could.”

“Wait a minute,” said Arthur. “What are we doing?”

“Helping him get ready for prom night, Lester,” said Parker, deadpan himself. He and Sunny laughed again.

Arthur looked so confused.

Faroe bounced. “Dress-up,” she whispered with such excitement that everyone there knew Arthur’s participation was a given.

At least, it would be. “What?” Arthur said weakly. “There is absolutely no way he’s going to let us… wait, is this even wise? What—you want us all to help him prepare for a… for…”

“More gold!” Faroe cried.

“She’s got the spirit,” grinned Parker.

I believe it will be a due service—nay, even an act of worship, should we do it well—building him back up and reminding him who he is, said Sunny loftily. Assuming we can keep from laughing.

Parker lost it again, and Sunny joined him.

“We can put things on his crown!” Faroe whispered, bouncing again.

“But,” said Arthur helplessly.

“Yeah,” said Parker. “Loved what you did last winter.”

“But,” said Arthur helplessly.

“Oh, the flower chain?” She sounded proud.

“But,” said Arthur helplessly. “She shouldn’t… know about any of this.”

An uncomfortable pause.

“Why not?” said Faroe.

Parker got it. He sighed. “She didn’t grow up in Arkham, Lester. As I see it, that’s not a bad thing. She won’t ever have the baggage you and I had to deal with. Your little girl’ll never know shame like you and me.”

Arthur reared back, unseeing eyes wide. “You’re right. Oh, gods, you’re right. Faroe, darling, you’re doing so well.”

Faroe was quite confused. “Okay, dad.”

Parker grinned like a shark. “Let’s make a plan. We’re gonna have to jump him again, but with supplies.”

“Supplies?” Arthur said helplessly.

Parker grinned. “Time for you to learn about some experiences I had that didn’t have nothing to do with being a P.I.,” he said. “I fuckin’ know what to do with a makeup brush.”

The birthday celebrations were complicated by the changes in Carcosa. Madness did not for good hospitality make.

“Fuck,” Hastur muttered alone in his war room, moving little painted names around the Carcosan map by effort of will. He couldn’t host the visitors from Celephaïs in the usual quarters, which would shift the other delegations elsewhere. The incoming merchants and sky-fire wizards probably would not benefit from going mad, either, so he’d have to put them in the—

Knock on the door?

He did not have time for this. Hastur growled, low and threatening, and opened that door with tentacles raised, ready to hurt something.

Nothing?

He looked down.

Parker Yang and Sunny stood there, both peering up at him with great attention. “Hey,” said Parker.

What the fuck? Had they ever even approached this room before? “What do you want?” Hastur said.

“You’re about… sixteen foot, I think?” said Parker.

“What?” said Hastur.

About that, yes.

“You planning on being this height for the Rite?” said Parker.

Hastur stared.

Hastur really stared.

“I am unclear as to the purpose of this inquiry,” Hastur finally said.

“Can you give me a minute and a half?” said Parker with a sharp, New-England edge that Hastur recognized from many of his cultists (and honestly enjoyed).

“Ninety seconds,” Hastur warned.

Parker scooted into the room, dodging tentacles, and clambered onto a tall side-table. He had to pull himself up to do it, a particularly smooth feat of strength that in any other circumstance would have pleased the hell out of Hastur and given him ideas.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Hastur growled.

There, Parker stood, squinting. He held up his hands and made a square between index fingers and thumbs. “Right. Got it. You good?”

Yes.

“We won’t bug you again, sir. Thank you,” said Parker, smoothly hopping back down, and he just fucking left.

Hastur had questions. Hastur had concerns. And pursuing any of them would require Parker staying longer and eating more time, so Hastur relegated it all to weird human idiocy and went back to planning his daughter’s celebration.

Hastur was wise enough to account for extra nonsense before both Rite and birthday(s). It figured that part would go according to plan.

Hastur flew through the halls, billowed through the streets, demanded (and received) perfection from every stall, in every hall, through every window, out every door. Every single room had to be just right for this wild, dual time of emotion and power.

(So few birthdays with her left. So few. This would never be enough to show how much he loved her, but he would make a damned good effort.)

That damned Rite. He wouldn’t skip out, couldn’t get away with it, but if only it didn’t eat so many hours—

“Dad?” Faroe said.

“Yes, my darling?” he said, stopping his forward charge, turning to face her.

She held up a soft, gold fabric that shimmered like water. On its own, it fluttered, lighter than air. “Do you like this?”

He did. He slid his finger-tips over it with a contented sigh. “Yes. Where did you find it?”

“All the way in the back of storeroom eleven,” she chirped.

He studied it. Yes; yes, he remembered now. “My darling, this is thousands of years old.”

“The spells preserved it. I’d like you to use it, dad. For the Rite.”

This again? “I have plans for the Rite already.”

“Please?” And oh, oh, oh, she turned those big eyes on him, and it didn’t matter that she only had two (though it did that they were Arthur’s eyes ). They carried more power than spells of Outer Gods.

He hesitated.

She stuck her lower lip out just a bit.

“Overselling it,” he said, but a warm rumble undercut his displeasure.

She smiled, impish. “I know. Please, dad?”

“Clever little thing.” He chuckled. “Very well. I’ll wear it for the Rite.”

She hopped up and down. “Yay! Thank you! I’ll give it to your Dancers!” And off she ran, little boots making much less noise than they ought, her training with Dis showing even now, even here.

What a strange request.

What a strange event.

What… ever. It didn’t matter. Hastur got back to work.

Hastur paused by the piano room and shivered. Arthur was really outdoing himself in there, and before Hastur realized what he was doing, he almost joined them.

He froze, one hand on the door. No; no. He wasn’t thinking clearly. If he went in there now, he’d drift on that incredible music, lose time, and he had none to spare. But oh—

Arthur was singing. John was singing.

There weren’t words because that would have cheapened it, locked meaning down and limited, but their voices rose in parallel harmony to thread between chords and under rhythm, to join many parts into one moving-sliding-driving whole, and standing there, listening, Hastur hungered.

Hungered like he hadn't in a while. Hungered like he hadn't in... he wasn't sure how long.

Well.

This would be a hell of a Rite. He changed directions and went to ensure the wards preventing the celebration from spilling into the city were strong.

Alala wasn’t satisfied. Alala wanted a rematch. Alala was an ass, and Hastur spent three valuable minutes roaring and smashing a wall to get himself back under control.

Tonight was fucked. He had been going to deal with Queen Mother F’ylgija, who would be temperamental and demanding and probably insist on marrying him or trying to marry off one of her kids (who’d been busy making babies on the side and turning the Kandan plane into a fucking war zone), and he would not be doing any of that, but there wouldn’t even be time because fucking Alala needed attention first.

Hastur sliced another minute out so he could crush more stone.

“You all right in here?” Dagon drawled from what remained of the doorway.

“Fuck!” was Hastur’s reply.

Dagon nodded wisely. “Yeah,” he said. “Say. How about we split it?”

“What?” said Hastur. “I don't have time for another session of vanity.”

Dagon waved his hand and shook his head. “Naw. I meant being your fuckin’ ally. I'll take Alala tonight.”

Hastur went still.

“I ain’t good with the fiddly negotiations,” said Dagon. “Dame Dumbass F’ylgija’s all yours. But I know Alala. We sung together before, and I know for a fact I can sing him under the rug.”

“I am better at singing than you,” said Hastur because he had to say something, because this suddenly felt too much, because he couldn’t be falling behind this early in Kayne’s “season” or he’d never make it to the end.

Dagon shrugged, ego unbothered. “I'm louder. Trust me. That's what they want, not skill.”

And he could go deal with F’ylgija. But was this all right? Could he really do this?

Was it cheating?

Was it failing?

Was it failing her ?

“Lemme help, Hastur,” said Dagon quietly. “Rite’s in four days. You're too wound up to fuck right now without killing somebody, and this here Rite’s about life. Come on. Lemme help.”

“I can’t afford to lose Alala’s favor,” Hastur said. “He’s too tied to Gol-goroth already, and if Gol-goroth declares war on us the way I think he will—”

“I'll have your back,” said Dagon with a shrug. “And he comes against me, Basatan’ll join in. Crabby bastard owes me. You’ll be okay.”

He didn’t have a choice.

Dagon had moved closer. Lightly, he elbowed Hastur (and Hastur grunted). “Go on. Git.”

“Thank you,” said Hastur quietly, and took off. Appeasing F’ylgija would take all fucking night.

Three days to the Rite. F’ylgija gave in and made a blood contract with only a few overwrought demands. Good, because this close, Hastur couldn’t travel anymore, but focused on protections for his people, participating and otherwise.

Two days to the Rite. Carcosa sang with power, with desire, with the under-thrum of promised life and renewing pleasure, with the delicate and deep-felt pulse that built on itself to catch fantasies and needs and draw them toward the promised day. Hastur gathered supplies, ensuring everyone could leave satisfied after.

One day to the Rite, and Hastur discovered his personal wardrobe compromised.

Distracted, he floated into his room in a rush, and stopped so suddenly that air blasted his robes forward like a graceful underhand wave.

His demented family —found, forced, flabbergasting—stood together with paints and fabrics and a host of Dancers Faroe had commandeered. Dagon was not here, but Hastur knew he had been because of the lingering hint of fish.

“Surprise!” said Faroe.

“Surprise?” repeated Hastur as they came toward him in a not at all frightening way from which he would not retreat because this was ridiculous.

“Dad,” said Faroe firmly, holding his gaze, absolutely serious (and adorable and authoritative and queenly and cute). “We're helping you get ready tonight.”

He was completely confused. “What? Why?”

And of all people, it was Parker who answered. “These two suck at explaining, so I will. They care about you. You’re fucked up because of how it all went down with your son. They want you to heal and remember who you are, so they're making you real fucking pretty tonight so you feel cared for.”

Pampered, added Sunny.

“Loved,” said Faroe.

“Not alone,” whispered Arthur.

Worshipped, John finally said.

Hastur stared as they surrounded him, as they climbed onto step-ladders Faroe conjured (oh, he was so proud of her), as Dancers swirled around him with fabrics and hammered gold, as Parker applied makeup with a shocking grace and surety, as John shouted encouragement (or derision), as Arthur just generally urged everyone on and said it smelled good or that a fabric was nice.

Hastur forgot to even breathe.

What… was this?

“Hold still, dad,” said Faroe, lifted on Parker's shoulder like she weighed nothing, and she began threading a creation of gossamer gold and rainbow pearls through the tines of his crown.

What was this? “Stop.”

They might have obeyed (sure they would) except Faroe wouldn’t allow it. “No,” she said.

Was she truly defying him? Why was it adorable? “No?”

“No. It's been a terrible month for you, dad. Let us do this.”

“Have a fuckin’ blast,” said Parker. “We will.”

Sunny cleared his throat.

“We want to help you. Just take it, Hastur,” said Arthur, low and firm. “Look. You have humans around you now. This is how humans show they care. We step in and help you when you're weak.”

“I am not weak,” Hastur said pathetically.

You are mighty, said Sunny with wisdom and patience. And like all living things, you still occasionally benefit from aid.

They… wanted to help him? Granted, with something he fully could handle on his own, but they… wanted to help him? Not even for themselves, or for something that would matter to them in any way, but they… wanted to help him?

“Oh, shit,” said Parker.

Gloves, said John. The tears will burn you.

“The paint,” said Parker.

“It’s waterproof,” said Faroe. “Carry on.”

And he was laughing, not crying (really!), because she was adorably imperious, but there were still tears tumbling out and he wasn’t even sure why, and the urge to just gather his family all up and hold them tight was—

Arthur patted his side. “Almost there. I have to go get ready.”

“He’ll follow you soon,” said Faroe.

“No,” said Hastur, surprised at how unstable his voice was. “I will bring him. He and John must be by my side, shown as having my approval.”

“Sure, sure,” said Parker, and continued painting. “There. Good?”

Magnificent, purred Sunny.

Faroe held up a small box of glittering gold. “Last part.”

She and Parker plunged their hands into the box and began affixing dangling, jingling gold wherever it would go. And if his tears glittered more still, no one took that poorly.

Carcosa had changed in the last few months. Entire sections were uninhabitable by mortal standards, and the palace itself had been freed from simple things like ordinary angles and measurable walls… which only made this Rite much more appealing.

Madness and sex were a great combination. At least according to the ones who made others mad.

The place was packed. Between allies and drama and mysteries and poison and madness, this city had never seen such a visiting tide, hungry for gossip and gratification. The room for celebration was enormous, equipped with a piano and space for more instruments, but today, held only that one. The far wall was gone, replaced with a series of arches open to the colorful twilight.

And Hastur was slightly late.

Nobody worried about that. He wouldn’t be the Peacock King without a hell of an entrance.

Gossip flowed, a steady current, sweeping even the stoic off their feet. There were so many questions; how many humans was the King in Yellow going to collect? Rumor had it they’d all been seen coming out of his quarters more than once. What was that about?

He’d always liked humans (who didn’t?), but as cultists, as slaves, as toys—breakable and replaceable and dramatic. Then he’d gone bonkers. Apparently. And produced a half-human child and pretended to hate the moth… parent as part of his usual drama, and then—

“He’s here!” whispered the observant, and they all turned to see.

A delicate jingling, a shivering-light sound that pattered over skin and senses, came weightless from above and drew all eyes up.

Hastur floated down from the sky. Long yellow strips of shimmering fabric fluttered and billowed out around him like tendrils with minds of their own, moving in a graceful dance with the splay of his wide, dark tentacles—which were all held out and curved in the proper, full form of the yellow sign, and somehow glowed as if brushed with subtle gold dust. The jingling came from twinkling bits of gold—chain and bell—that dangled from hide and whisper-thin silk, and when he came into view, it only served to frame his beauty.

Someone had painted his skin. They’d kissed the shadows between his limbs, between the tightly-coiled power of his tentacles, hinting at gold fire within his ebony form. And in his hand, held gentle against his tulle-striped chest, was the Composer.

Numerous rumor-mongers swapped allegiance. At the back of the room, the Yithians who’d won the right to attend thanks to their victory in the Games made soft, happy clacks, and some of them hugged.

Hastur landed silently, lightly, still holding his Composer. “My guests. My people. I welcome you, ” he said, and his power wrapped around and through and in and between, and nobody even noticed when he placed Arthur at the piano, but they sure noticed when Arthur began to sing.

He didn’t do it alone. John sang with him, identical notes an octave apart, a simple pattern of nine notes climbing and falling. Then, he began to play.

John jumped into harmony below, parallel, as the tempo of Hastur’s hearts surged in Arthur’s hands. And it was so simple; a descending and surprising progression, repeated, repeated again, and repeated again, bigger and broader, not the orchestral wonder of Rites past but a persistent and weirdly holy offering, and when they ended singing an open perfect fifth, the progression played around them once last time, and the austere power of long-ago chants and a strange personal gratitude mixed to create something new, a soaring and wordless climax.

They stopped.

Silence, but for heavy breathing, rapid and needy.

Hastur lifted Arthur more tenderly than in early times and placed him within the portal to his rooms.

It was time to begin. Hastur turned—and directly behind him was a box.

No one noticed. They were already busy, and it was clear Hastur would not be alone at the front for much longer, but this box—

Large. White. Square. Secured with an enormous red ribbon tied in a bow.

It had not been there a moment before. Whatever power delivered it was above Hastur’s paygrade, and he hadn’t even felt it arrive.

There was a note.

What’s a prom without a date? - Sloppy love and kisses, K

What?

Wh… what?

He should feel fear. Terror. But the thick magic had him fully soused, and Hastur opened the box without hesitation.

It held two things: a small packet of belongings including musical instruments, secured with a simple piece of twine, and also a man.

A naked one, tied up with a single huge ribbon that matched the box’s red and ended in an enormous bow between his legs.

The man said “H-hello,” in a spooked and shaky voice.

Hastur lifted him out.

The man wasn’t any species he knew. Coal-dark skin, smooth as ice, and almost fluffy white hair like snow; horns grew from his head, and he had a long tail ending in a white puff. Lovely. Absolutely lovely.

“I’m s-sorry to intrude,” said the man, slurring, sounding as drunk as Hastur felt. “I’d happily g-get out of your hair, but I’m a bit t-tied up, as you can see!”

Soft. So soft. So incredibly soft. Hastur stroked the tail, amazed at the feel of its twitching muscle and responsive fluff. Oh. He wanted to touch all of this.

But the man was… crying?

Hastur looked at his face: beautiful, expressive, sharp-jawed and full-lipped, a deeply usable mouth. Tears slid down those high-boned cheeks, and his face was tight with terror.

Oh, no.

The man hitched. “Y-you’ll have to forgive my babbling! It’s my first time, after all!” And he tried (maybe) to nervously laugh.

Hastur was drunk, warm with rising magic and the glory of promised passion… but this fellow’s terror got through.

Hastur felt bad (and didn’t analyze why). He opened the portal again (and didn’t think about his reason), and gently placed both man and box on Arthur’s floor. Then he closed the portal and turned back to his room.

“Fuck was that?” said Dagon, who’d stalked up on him with all the speed and silence of a deep-sea predator.

“Nothing for now,” said Hastur (and did not quantify his empathy, for it was very new). He faced his peer, all but swimming in the heat of power and desire.

“Good,” said Dagon like thunder from the horizon, like storm clouds from the sea. “Don’t want any distractions tonight.” And he reached.

The fuck! said John, whose poetry recitation had gotten as far as Your eyes are the color of. It’s a guy!

“What?” said Arthur, half undressed, and raised his fists. “Where?”

He… he's tied up?

Whoever it was made the noisy kind of inhalation when the throat was tight with fear. The sound came from the floor. “Help me!”

“Oh, gods,” said Arthur, and followed the panicked sounds.

Laughter bounced around the Scriptorium like thrown knives.

“Oh my god,” Tabby groaned again. “Oh my god.”

The Keeper said nothing. Several hands covered her unseen face, but the power of her blush sent pink light leaking through the black veils. “Why?”

“Did you see his face?” Kayne said from where he rolled on the floor. “Had that little guy in storage for months now. He doesn’t even know what year it is!”

“Poor Odd,” whispered the Keeper.

“He’s fine. Better than my original plan for him. Bloodier, messier, you don’t want to know. I mean. You probably do (I was gonna skin him and dump him in Carcosa as a sort of early birthday surprise, you know), but he just… well, he’s adorable!” Kayne half-sat up, smiling, demonic, unrepentant, wicked. “Just so fucking charming! So instead, I kept him. And look! Look! Did you see Hastur? He was all—” Kayne imitated bafflement, hands curved in the question marks Hastur’s tentacles sometimes formed, then laughed again, every breath bladed, and rolled on the Keeper’s cold marble tiles.

Tabby walked away in disgust.

The Keeper sighed. At least Hastur had not done what was expected. That… spoke volumes about the changes the Lesters had wrought.

Odd, the Keeper thought, had a chance.

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Notes:

No prince. Only a boy in a box and a wild moral test that someone didn't even realize they passed.

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #arthur lester #john doe #kiy malevolent #hastur malevolent #dagon #kayne malevolent #faroe lester

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 22: Vampire Gloves

Turn Your Camera On

Summary: Sam has a surprise for you

Pairings: Sam Winchester X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, impact play, pain kink, D/s dynamics, biting, blood kink, Alpha/Omega kink, penis sheath, knotting, biting, degradation, choking, chase kink, implied threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Sam's large hand slides on the first glove, as he gives you a quick smile. Pulling apart your legs, he sees you already dripping with arousal, and his breathing picks up. You, even though you were shy everywhere else, was just as much of a deviant as him. He was methodical in the way that he tore you apart. Each of his gloves became a bit more painful, but this one was your favorite.

Each finger has different textures. Your favorite, the octopus tentacle, already circling your clit as you drift off into subspace. Opening your eyes they sparkle up at Sam, "You trust me right?" He asks, pushing his long tentacled finger in your warmth.

"Yes, Alpha," god he loved it when you called him that. You were a bit of a freak, and loved when he wore sheaths, and you took him all the way to the knot. Crying on his shoulder at the immense stretch, you never looked prettier.

He adds another finger, this one mimicking a unicorn horn, and you whimper his name. You were the perfect little Mouse for him. Never questioned what it was he wanted to do to you. Even his little bites on your neck that drew blood, you craved more.

"Alpha, want you," you innocently ask him. Your eyes looking over at his treasure box, you wanted him to actually become the Alpha. Sam pops his neck, as he pulls up your favorite neon green sheath. The knot thick and bulbous, you were basically salivating. Even watching Sam slide the toy on had you gripping to the bed sheets.

"If I let you get on top, you gonna try to take my knot first thing?'

"Yes!"

"No," he shakes his head, squirting on some lube. "No, you only get my knot at the end, and," he slides onto the bed, holding out a hand for you to take. "You will sit there for fifteen minutes, and not move."

"That's not fair."

"Your filthy little stories that you read, isn't that what the Omega does? I'm commanding you to do this," you lick at your lips, and sling a leg over him. His cock so pretty and gleaming with precum. "Go on, but not all the way. And don't pout. Your Alpha has another little surprise for you."

You may grumble a bit, but that quickly goes away when you sink over Sam. Still hadn't gotten used to his girth, and then it was your whimpers that had Sam petting over your face. All of his pretty cock was yours. You give his length a few grinds. Rocking over him, until you accommodate him, before you start using his body. He loved when you became almost animalistic as you bounce over him. His mouth nipping at your tits because he couldn't help it, they were right in his face, and you just had to keep them there.

Your body slams down on him, careful not to go all the way, because Alpha said so. Your hole inching closer to his giant knot while Sam sprinkled his teeth marks all over your tits. You were a goddess. Meek and mild in front of people, but man the way you took him, the way you listened, and the way you wanted to try anything. Feeling your walls flutter around him, and Sam being too excited to try his newest glove, the both of you were right there.

"Alpha! I want your knot."

"I know you do, sweet Mouse. Almost there. Keep...yeah. Yeah, just like that," his breathing changes, and then quickly, both hands move to your shoulders, and he slams you all the way down to his root. Your cunt balloons out with that monstrous knot, and you let out a scream.

"Isn't that what you wanted? You wanted to take all of it," he gives you a swat to your thigh, and reaches towards his toy box. "Quit your squirming," he rolls his eyes, and looks at where the two of you connected. "Such a greedy little cunt. You wanted all of that knot, you take it. Does it hurt, Mousy girl?"

"A little," you give him a pitiful cry, and look down too. "So full though."

"Now, listen to Alpha," you nod your head as Sam slips on another glove. Glimmers of little silver prickles catching your eye, and you shake your head no. "Have I not bitten your mating gland?"

"That's not real."

"Now, now, it was. I tasted your blood," you whimper at him, and he gives you a dark chuckle, pulling at your finger to prick on the glove. "Doesn't hurt, it just stings a bit. And if your cunt wasn't throbbing over me, I might believe you."

"Alpha, I'm scared. Alpha!" You screech as his hand wraps around your neck. Only the slightest sting on your neck, but you can't help but scream again. "Ow!"

"Now, stop it. You're being a child."

"It hurts!"

"My cock or the pins?" Moving his hand from your neck to your tit, your eyes look down at the glove piercing into your skin. You scream at the sight of him connecting to you. "Sit still! I need you to wear these marks with pride, and I won't apologize for marking you up. The brothers need to know you're taken for good now. Went through the ritual like a good girl."

When his hand moves off your tit, you see the tiniest beads of blood, and you scramble off of him. "Mouse! You get back over here."

With a wicked smirk, your naked body starts running throughout the apartment. If it's a chase you wanted, he was going to give it to you. Running throughout your home, and anytime he slams a hand over one of your hiding places, you skirt away again with a yell. "We have neighbors!"

"Who cares!" You giggle, but stop when a loud banging at the door happens. "You get it, Alpha."

Sam rolls his eyes, before peeking out the door, "What do you want Marshall?" Marshall gives a good look over Sam with his Alpha knot still attached, and you pop up from behind the counter, tits bouncing up as well.

"Noise complaint. A girl was screaming, and they thought you were murdering her," he shrugs looking at the bulbous sheath, "Murdering her pussy it looks like. Mouse, what's the problem?"

"His new glove scares me," you pout at the two men, but get very excited when he closes the door behind him, lifting up Sam's hand.

"Oh, Mouse, you know I've watched you. You love the pain. Why are you giving Sammy boy a hard time tonight?"

"But it hurts," you whine as both men start to close in on you.

"Aw, I guess I'm just going to have to help him keep your filthy mouth quiet," you shuffle your feet around, as Marshall walks behind you, "Come here. I know it hurts now, but you can take it. You're such a strong little Mouse. Let me just hold you, while Sam has his way with you, okay?"

His hand slowly moves towards your mouth, and you nod your head, "O-o-okay. Alpha can have his way with me."

"Good Mouse," he whispers on your neck. His thick hand wraps around your mouth, and he smiles at Sam, "She's all yours, Sammy. You show us how a good Omega listens to her Alpha, okay?" Giving him a little nod he looks around the room. "Turn your camera on, Sammy. Ransom will love this."

Masterlist

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#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x fem!reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fic #sam winchester smut #jared padalecki

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starlocked01 · 11 months

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Dukexiety Day 2- Games

Summary- Janus is sore about Remus and Virgil's newest game.

WC- 1015

Warnings- swearing, kissing, making out, caps lock shouting

@dukexietyweek

Beyond a single doubt, Virgil knew that his prized headphones were the MVPs of any of his possessions. Because living with Remus and Janus was loud and frequently annoying. And he proudly did his part to make it louder and more annoying, so long as he had his headphones to drown out the carnage.

He felt certain his most recent psy-op had succeeded far above expectations when he heard Janus’ screams for assistance above Gerard Way’s screeching vocals.

“What- Get off me! Rem- STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Virgil snickered and pulled a ear piece from his head to listen to the crash of bodies falling into the common space table, Janus’ continued cries of surprise and Remus’ cackling with depraved glee.

“REMUS! GET YOUR FILTHY- Do not make me get the spray bottle- REMUS!”

Virgil had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud. It sure sounded like Remus was winning. Janus screeched again and Virgil quickly replaced the headphones at the sound of angry mismatched footsteps approaching the door to his room. He took deep breaths to maintain his composure, waiting for the inevitable-

“Virgil? Open this door at once,” Janus sounded absolutely irate, trying to hide his emotions in a sticky sweet, honeyed tone. The call was paired with rapid pounding at the door, which Janus often employed since Virgil so often tried to tune out the mindscape shenanigans.

Virgil bit his lip before replying, “What do you want?” trying to sound as annoyed at the intrusion as possible.

Janus forced open the door and stepped inside. His cape sat askew on his shoulders, his hat nowhere to be found and his hair a tousled mess. Virgil had to swallow a smile as his gaze fell down to Janus’ feet, one still clad in his snake-skin Oxford while the other foot was bare of both shoe and sock. Janus glared at him, the missing shoe held in his hand and waving dramatically at Virgil.

“Please explain why your feral partner attacked me and stole my sock?” Janus demanded, waving the shoe around as proof of the missing sock.

Virgil stared back at Janus, debating which answer would be funniest.

“You cannot lie to me, Virgil. Why is that gremlin attacking me for my socks?”

Virgil took a deep breath, “He’s practicing.”

“Practicing?”

“Yes. And it’s not going to do him any good,” Virgil grinned wickedly, “What? Have you never heard of sock wrestling, J?”

Janus’s eyes bulged in disbelief, but he was quickly knocked off balance as Remus dashed into the room from behind him on all fours, jumping up on the bed in a smooth leap and landing perfectly in Virgil’s lap. Virgil laughed with glee seeing the pilfered sock dangling from between sharp teeth.

“My sock!”

“Good job, Re! You do know you’re supposed to issue a challenge first though, right?” Virgil laughed and grabbed the sock, tugging on it to get Remus to let go.

Remus growled and pulled back against Virgil, refusing to open his mouth. Virgil grinned and slid a hand under his tattered fishnet shirt, finding Remus’ ticklish spot with practiced ease.

Remus laughed and curled away from the offending touch, Janus’ sock falling from his lips. Virgil smirked and tossed the sock back to Janus who stood watching, unable to mask the utter confusion and fury on his face.

“Shoo. I gotta put this poser in his place,” Virgil barked at Janus, rolling over with Remus so that he had the chaotic side pinned to the bed, “trust me- you don’t want to be in the room when his socks come off.”

Janus groaned and quickly retreated, muttering under his breath about needing to find darning needles to fix bite marks.

Remus giggled and tried to push Virgil off, a slippery tentacle slithering from his back and down the bed, reaching for Virgil’s foot. Virgil laughed and quickly swatted the appendage away.

“Hey! You know extra limbs are cheating!”

“But I never win!” Remus whined, still trying to wrap the tentacle around Virgil’s Converse.

“You would if you planned your moves out,” Virgil taunted, quickly snatching Remus’ shoe off with one hand while the other grabbed the tentacle.

Remus gasped but used the movement to sit up and grab Virgil by the shoulders, “Who said I wasn’t planning?” he asked as he kicked his foot away from Virgil’s grasping fingers. Virgil grunted with exertion, making another grab before Remus planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

How unfair. But he expected Remus to play dirty.

Virgil pressed into the kiss, trying to pin Remus back down on his bed while locking their legs together. Remus parted his lips and before Virgil could quite process what was happening, had bit his tongue and kicked off one of Virgil’s shoes.

“-ey!” Virgil moaned, trying to wrench back his tongue and control of the game, “-ou fuggin’ cheadar!”

Remus snorted and pulled Virgil into a tight hug, breaking the kiss, “mine! You can’t escape me!”

Virgil laughed and broke out of the hug, pinning Remus’ arms to his sides and straddling his legs, “Watch me, pretty boy.”

Remus blushed, “you’re not gonna think I’m pretty for much longer…”

Virgil blinked, “Why not?”

Remus grinned, sharp canines on full display as he pulled his arm out of Virgil’s grasp, holding up a purple and black striped sock, “I win.”

Virgil stared with mouth agape for a moment, suddenly feeling the sheets on his bare foot, “un-fucking-believable. I let you win by cheating.”

Remus cackled and pulled Virgil back down to his chest, “you’re just mad I beat you at your own game.”

“By cheating.”

“You never said no kisses!”

“Because I would never discourage you from kissing me.”

Remus smirked, pulling the sock behind Virgil’s neck and using it to pull him close, “Is that so? Did I win another kiss?”

Virgil chuckled and gazed into Remus’ gorgeous brown eyes, sparking with adrenaline, joy, and mischief. He dipped down to kiss Remus again, biting at his lip and pressing close.

There were perks to losing the game.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #dukexiety #dukexiety week 2023 #janus sanders #sock wrestling #tentacles

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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so new killer come to dbd Albert Wesker the mastermind can we get some HC how will look first time with him nsfw pls ( ps: he has tentacles )

We've all been going feral over Wesker so let's indulge and have some good ole smut, shall we?

Man's a Dom through and through

He might not be rough, per se, but Albert is always in control, even when he gives you the allusion of having it all to yourself

The sunglasses stay on during sex (jk jk... unless-)

He will NEVER share you with anyone EVER (he would keep you in a safe place all to himself forever if he could)

Gets jealous easily

Buys you things as a way to "mark" you (whenever you wear things he got you especially lingerie his brain go brr-)

Some NSFW

Albert is a dom but he isn't exactly a sadist towards his partner. Unless you consider orgasm denial/delay sadistic in which case he revels in it

He is an equal opportunity receiver and giver. Don't be afraid to sit on his face, little dove, he can handle it

Likes to be fully clothed with you totally naked on his lap (yes the leather feels amazing-)

Likes to shove his fingers into your mouth

If once you become accustomed to them, Albert will break out those tendrils of his (it's not a threat it's a promise)

Yes, he can feel everything that either of you do to or with them. Yes, he encourages you to explore them as much as you like

The man is in love with you. He's fucking nuts but he'd never dream of hurting you! You know this and you aren't scare of him or his more... unusual traits. No, really, you enjoy all aspects of him.

They are a little firm but not ridged. They are prehensile, seemingly have a mind of their own and they produce their own natural lubricant! Sure, they are a little gross, but in your mind it makes it all the better. More erotic, you think.

Especially when Albert doesn't hide his reaction when you put them in your mouth...

It wasn't you first time with him, but it was your first time with them. They are a part of him and you couldn't be happier to accommodate the entirety of Albert's being into your love life.

Yeah... it was probably the best sex of your life. You made sure to tell him this not with words, but with your body. It's not like you could ever hide what you were feeling from him. You don't want to!

Albert knows exactly what makes you feel good and he makes sure you are left breathless and seeing stars long after the fun is over.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

#dead by daylight #dbd #resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #headcanons #ask response

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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It's stupid, perhaps, but writing this stuff out makes it all feel very immediate and intense and I sort of feel like I've run a marathon coming out of this final battle, though not - I imagine - to the degree that Hector does.

We get a very long cutscene of the tide turning in the city, the mind flayers losing their potency and the locals running them over in triumph. It wasn't as epic as some of the previous cutscenes so I didn't record it, but it ends quite epically - a crowd of screaming, cheering citizens in front of a battered Sorcerous Sundries, with a line from the narrator atop it:

Narrator: Everything you did, everything you sacrificed. It was worth it for this.

True enough. Hector can hear the cheering as he and the others haul themselves, exhausted, from the water, and for a little while he just stands there and listens, letting the feeling of victory - of having saved so many - soak through him and slowly start to feel real.

Karlach keeps close at his side as they walk along the dock; she has one of his hands clasped tightly in hers as if she never plans to let it go. He is desperately grateful that, whatever lies ahead for them, that she survived this long, that he can experience this victory with her at his side.

The others, all his friends, everyone who traveled so far with him, are all waiting along the shoreline.

"We did it," Karlach mumbles, as if she still can't quite believe it herself. "We actually did it. And the city's still standing."

Devastated, yes... but standing. In the morning, they'll have to see how much has been lost. But for today... Hector allows himself to think about nothing but what will survive because of them, because of what they went through, what they did.

"My powers..." Wyll comments wonderingly. "They're draining. Just like Mizora said they would." He smiles crookedly. "A small price to pay in the grand scheme of things."

Hector grins, reaches out to slap him on the shoulder. A small price indeed - Wyll is free for the first time in years, free of both the tadpole and the pact, free to choose a new course of his own design.

"I should feel relieved, yet my blood still simmers..." Lae'zel mutters. A pause as she works through her own emotions, and then-- she smiles. Hector isn't sure he's ever seen her smile with such sincerity before.

"The parasite," she says, turning excitedly towards Hector. "It's withered, dead along with the Netherbrain! I am cleansed! I will never be a filthy ghaik!"

She pauses, and then her smile fades, her head dips reverentially as she returns her eyes to Orpheus. "Only mild offense intended, of course," she adds, with just the slightest hint of humor, but it fades instantly in favor of the more serious grimace that is her usual mien. "You did the unthinkable," she says quietly. "And I'm grateful for it."

Orpheus shrugs, turns and moves past them off the dock. "Even when my time in the Prism stretched out like an eternity," he says thoughtfully, "even when escape seemed impossible, I never lost hope. I knew that my destiny was to liberate my people. To return to them triumphant."

He turns back to face them, his tentacles twitching. "I was wrong. It seems I can only fulfill one part of my destiny. My people will be liberated, but I cannot return to them. Not like this."

He pulls a blade from his belt, offers it to Hector, his strange alien eyes showing a clear sadness.

"You helped me destroy that abomination. Now help me destroy myself. You must kill me."

Without waiting for an answer, he kneels on the dirty, blood-spattered cobblestones and turns his attention to Lae'zel, who has moved up next to Hector with a grave, grief-stricken expression. "But first, Lae'zel," he says soberly, "I need your promise."

Her eyebrows lift questioningly. Perhaps she is simply too exhausted, but there is none of that eager subservience that once marked her, when Hector saw her stand before Vlaakith. She simply waits, expectant, for the Prince's command.

"Carry my hope," he asks softly. "Carry my burden. Call my dragons, Quulos and Quuthos, and ride to the Astral Sea. Destroy Vlaakith. Release our people. Be our future and our legacy."

Lae'zel blinks, and blinks again, astonished into complete silence. After so much work, so much struggle - to survive, to be recognized, to reach the front lines of a war for her people's fate - she is being asked not only to join that war but to lead it.

More than ever in all the time he's known her, she suddenly looks like what he has known her to be all along - terribly, terribly young. And as she has in the past, as she's started to realize her respect for him and his for her, she looks towards Hector with a question in her eyes.

But he shakes his head, smiles slightly. "This is your choice to make, Lae'zel. Not mine. I entrust it to you." It would never have been his choice to make - but he is proud to stand at her side as she makes it, a decision that she has worked so hard to earn the right to.

What happens to Orpheus... in truth, Hector is feeling too much and all of it too deeply at present to spare a tremendous amount of thought for the man. But Lae'zel... he is proud of Lae'zel. And he knows that whatever battle she chooses to take on, she will be equal to it.

"Duty," she says pensively. "All my life, I've traveled in its slipstream, not once questioning its path. In its service, I came here. And now... in its service, I leave."

She turns to look towards Hector, and he is surprised to see the weight of emotion in her eyes unlike any he's seen before.

"I will carry your hope, Prince Orpheus," she agrees. "And I will carry your burden. But to that burden I must add my own. The loss of those I leave behind."

Hector looks back at her steadily. With a slow, cautious movement, giving her time to evade, he reaches out and puts a hand on her forearm, holds it there for a long moment. Words seem inadequate. I will find some, later, before you are gone, he thinks to himself. Something that articulates what you have become to me. A sister in violence.

Her lips twitch slightly, as if in understanding.

"La'ch cras'ht h'mak vlek. So be it," Orpheus murmurs. "Now, give me my freedom from this form."

Hector turns the knife in his hands hesitantly, meeting the mind flayer's piercing gold eyes. He knows why Orpheus asks, and that he would likely ask for the same thing in the other man's place. And yet... "You don't deserve to die," he says quietly.

"I will not be ghaik!" Orpheus insists fiercely. "I did what I did to save my people. The rest is up to them. Someone else must rise within the ranks to lead the revolution against Vlaakith. Give me my freedom from this form. Release my soul to the Astral Seas while I still have one to call my own."

Phrased like that... Hector can't deny it to him.

Give Orpheus the honorable death he craves.

Hector so rarely fights with a blade that it always startles him to feel how easily the flesh gives. There's a soft sucking sound as Orpheus gasps for breath, his eyes widening.

"Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht..." he whispers... and dies...

For a long time everything is still. Then Lae'zel turns abruptly and walks past Orpheus's body, out into the open square beyond.

"Quulos!" she bellows. Her voice seems to echo in the silence.

No response, for a moment. Then one of the dragons wheeling overhead comes at her call, coming to a crashing landing before her, pale fire drifting from its mouth.

Quulos. Orpheus's dragon, and now Lae'zel's. How long has she hoped to ride such a dragon one day? Did she ever picture such a case as this?

She takes a cautious step forward, raises a hand in greeting to the enormous creature; it snuffs a greeting in return, cocking its head to one side. Its eyes glint with intelligence, understanding.

She hesitates, looks back at Hector. "I can never forget you," she says, and her voice is heavy with emotion. "Your name will be etched in our slates. You will be called Mla'ghir - liberator."

He smiles slightly. "You will have no need to forget," he says quietly. "I will be here when you have need of me." A pause, and then he fumbles out the words he has learned from her over the months, all filed away in his memory as if for this moment - some ungrammatical, awkward representation of a much deeper feeling. "Chraith'kan zharn, t'lak'ma h'taka, n'gi, n'varsh." May your enemies know agony, my sister in battle, my student, my teacher.(*)

Her eyes brighten. She turns away, and without hesitation climbs onto the dragon's back.

"To the skies!" she calls.

The dragon lifts, its huge wings sending gusts of wind across them as it launches itself upwards.

They all watch, wondering, silent, as their friend disappears, and behind her, falling into line behind their new leader, go the entire githyanki force, vanishing back into the Astral Sea.

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(*) Critical levels of artistic license; Hector doesn't get to say anything here in game, let alone cobbled together githyanki words pulled from the FR wiki. XD

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #awwwww i really like this ending for lae'zel #c:

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Kinktober 2022

Day 6: Prostitution/Sex Work // Underwear // Tentacles

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader, established relationship, no use of Y/N, reader is wearing a dress

Word Count: 1.1K+

Warnings: SMUT, allusions to infidelity, public bathroom, slutshaming, D/S dynamics, some manhandling, male masturbation, orgasm denial

Summary: When you and your boyfriend are bickering, and you act out Frankie has to find a way to remind you who you belong to.

A/N: I wrote this in like 40 minutes, so please excuse me if this makes zero sense. I just had to put this idea down. Following @absurdthirst 's prompt list!

You and Frankie had been at it all day. Going back and forth arguing about nothing. You'd both just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Even now, out with your friends at a new bar, you two were bickering.

It got to the point where you were intentionally trying to push his buttons, he'd gotten a chance to push more than enough of yours.

You purposely gave him the wrong directions, knowing how he hated being late. Even going as far to flirt with his friends. Frankie had finally had enough when you went up and danced with one of the guys who was eyeing you from across the bar. You two were gonna sort this out, now.

“Emergency.” is all Frankie says to the man you’d been dancing with, before pulling you off him.

Frankie leads you by your wrist into the bathroom.

"Frankie, what the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem? What the fuck is your problem? You've been fighting with me all day and now here you are acting like a-a"

" A what, Frankie?"

He grabs you by the waist roughly, pulling you tight against him. Leaning into your ear he growls at you, "You're acting like a slut."

You were in for it.

Frankie pulls back, getting a read on your face. He smirks when he sees the slight fear, anticipation, and shock on your face. He'd never spoken to you like that before, but if the soft moan you let out is anything to go by you're more than enjoying it.

"You thought I didn't notice you dancing with all those boys, huh? Sitting in Pope's lap? Leaning over the table to show your tits off to Benny? You trying to make me jealous, Baby?" He grips your jaw in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I think you need reminding who you belong to. Is that what you need?"

You eagerly nod, "Yes! Please, Frankie."

Frankie takes his hands off you, taking a step back and falling to his knees. His rough hands trace up your knees and over your thighs.

"Lift up that dress." He commands you.

You move swiftly, not wanting to irritate him more. You hold the skirt of your dress up around your waist, putting your panties on full display for him.

Frankie lets out a sinful groan as he drinks in the sight of you in your underwear. "Fuck that's pretty."

The delicate fabric fits over you nicely. He loves the way your skin peeks out through the lacey band. Loves the color on you. Loves the way your scent has been absorbed into the fabric. Frankie loves all of it. He leans in closer, his nose bumping against your mound and inhales. Letting your smell fill his senses. A shudder running through his body. His pants much tighter than before.

Frankie stands back up and begins the process of freeing his cock. Undoing his belt, opening his pants and pulling his hard cock from the constraints of his boxers. He hisses as he takes his cock in hand, slowly stroking up the length.

"Frankie?" You ask, growing ever curious and frankly impatient at his plans.

"Shush. You just stay right there. I'm gonna mark you."

His large hand comes back into your hip, keeping you still. He moves in closer to rub the head of his cock against your clothed cunt. A low rasp comes from him as you let out a whine.

"So pretty-" he starts "so wet for me."

Just as soon as he starts, he pulls back again. It's not enough for him. He needs more. A terrible idea overcomes him. Frankie carefully shifts your panties down your hips, lowering them just enough for him to see your wet pussy. The insides of your panties flipped to the outside. A smile comes over his face, Frankie looks as if he might just cum at the sight of you like this.

Then, Frankie quickly retakes himself in his hand now stroking in earnest. You relish in the sounds that escape him. The delicious moans he let out serve to stir you on. You can't help, but reach down to touch yourself. As your finger lands on your clit, Frankie quickly bats it away.

"Stay still." He grunts out between moans. "Bad girls don't deserve to cum."

You pout at his assertion, which makes Frankie smile in turn. He was usually so giving, but right now he was enjoying denying you too much to care about your whines of protest.

"My dirty girl…you just wanted my cock didn't you? Didn't you?" He asked again, taking your jaw in his large hand again.

"Yes, I need you." You plead, hoping to make him cave. But he remains strong.

"No, I'd never fuck a dirty slut like you." He steps closer, letting the head of his cock fuck between your lips, your panties rubbing against the underside of his cock. "But I'll give you my cum if you ask nicely." He smirks against your ear.

"Please…please Frankie. I want your cum." You cry for him, the stimulation of his rubbing against you threatening to make your knees buckle. You were practically leaking down onto his cock beneath you.

"Oh shit-" he moans out, increasing the speed of his thrusts. He's getting close. Your wet panties rub against the head of his cock so nicely. The tight space between you and the fabric having to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. "I'm gonna cum Baby, all over those pretty panties." He moans. Frankie pulls his cock out from beneath you, retaking himself in hand. He jerks himself to completion. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Frankie moans as he spills into your panties.

His cum covering over your sex, and drenching your underwear entirely. He gives you a self-satisfied smile as he wipes off the remainder of his cum on your neglected clit. Making you whine in frustration.

"There you are, Baby. Now everyone will know who you belong to." He winks at you.

Frankie grabs onto the waistband of your underwear, carefully pulling them up. Unable to help himself, he reaches around and gives your ass a squeeze.

"Now, you're gonna be a good girl for me," He explains as he pulls the skirt of your dress back down "And wear my cum in your panties for the rest of the day. Understand?" He says flatly.

"Frankie-" you whine.

He tuts you. "No no. I told you. Only good girls get to cum. Bad little whores get to walk around with cum filled panties." He reaches up into your skirt and runs a thick finger along your covered core, enjoying the feeling of his cum seeping through the thin fabric. Frankie smiles at you teasingly, "Better make sure that doesn't spill Baby. That'd be embarrassing. Don't take too long, sure our friends miss you." He winks at you as he abandons you in the bathroom.

#Frankie Morales #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #Frankie Morales smut #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #Am writes #frankie morales fanfiction

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