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turbulentscrawl · 3 months

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Steamy Rescues

Sorry, I'm just thinking about hot men saving my life today. Let me drool in peace

Warnings: suggestive stuff, delicious men

Naib

Your time in the chair was nearly up when Naib suddenly slammed into it at full speed. One second you were struggling against your restraints, cursing and consumed with desperate thoughts of freedom, and the next his hands were next to your head. Initially you fell silent because you were startled, but that quickly melted into a perverted sort of awe as you looked over the mercenary.

He was looming over you, muscles tense, toiled taut like a spring. His tight shirt was torn open like he’d been caught by the collar and wrenched himself free, leaving a teasing view of his sweaty, scarred, heaving chest. Some of his hair had slipped free of his hair band and clung to his damp face and neck. He was out of breath too, each exhale fanning down on you, panting less like a rescuer and more like a predator who’s cornered his prey. There was a certain musk wafting off of him…it was a bit maddening.

“I know, I know,” Naib said quickly. “You can tell me I look like shit later. We’ve got to GO.” He grabbed the bar pinning your torso to the chair and, with a flex of his biceps and feral grunt, ripped it off you.

“I’ll tell you something alright,” you gasp quietly, briefly wondering if your nose was bleeding.

Naib seemed to pay no mind to your mutterings. The last cipher popped, and the siren blaring in the distance gave you both a rush of adrenaline that overrode any lingering pain. Taking that que, Naib grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you sprinting to the gate.

When you were home free, though, he held your gaze daringly and asked, “So what did you want to tell me?”

Andrew

You had heard the disturbance of dirt nearby, but were too preoccupied with struggling to notice the source. The next second, Andrew’s dirty blonde hair (literally) popped out of the ground between your legs. He was already cursing under his breath, and shaking, just a bit. You vaguely remember hearing about Andrew being claustrophobic…. But those thoughts are washed away when he roughly grabs your thighs for support and you realize the exact position you’re in.

He had emerged a little too close to the chair and was having trouble getting out without sliding his body up against yours. The chair wobbled forward a little, hanging you over him, as one of the feet dangled into the hole he’d left in the dirt. He grabbed your caged forearms next, managing to haul himself out enough to be level with your chest.

“Can’t you help me?” he hissed, face flush with embarrassment at his predicament.

“I’m a little preoccupied,” you snap back, thankfully still having sense enough for it. Andrew clicks his tongue, hangs his head in what’s probably supposed to be shame…but his mop of hair hides his face and most of your lap from view, bringing even mor lewd thoughts to mind. “Y-you know, I’m kind of on a time crunch here!”

“Shut up, I know!” Andrew shouts. As soon as it’s out he clenches his teeth and looks over his shoulder for the Hunter, and without bothering to climb out of his hole starts fumbling with your restraints. When you pop free, the angle and weight of him clinging to you throws you both to the ground, your chest right on his face.

He screeched like a schoolgirl, but his tomato-red face was endearing enough to override most of the fear you felt for the remainder of the match.

Luchino

Though no one called him such, Luchino was a healer in his own right.

His skilled hands had patched you up twice already this match, and though the pain from Michiko’s cuts lingered, you could hardly complain when you thought about how Luchino had loomed over you. He was a polite man, but no-nonsense. Whenever you appeared at his cipher, alone and bleeding, he shoved you to your knees beneath him and got right to work. You couldn’t say if it was the adrenalin, but you were acutely aware of the heat radiating off his body the whole time. Of the gentle ghosting of his claws on your back, making you shiver. When he tied the bandages tight—too tight, almost, but he said that’s how they’re supposed to be—he grunted and huffed in your ear.

“All done,” he said, smirking. “Take these, too.” Luchino straightened up, but instead of returning to his cipher he applied some of that mystery serum to his forearm—his sleeves rolled up deliciously—and peeled away a hard patch of scales. You were too entranced by the oil-slick glisten it left on his skin to question why he was handing them to you.

Before you could stand, a butterfly alighted on your shoulder. Luchino reacted incredibly quickly; you blinked and he was hunched over you again, arms caging you fully to his chest. A sound like cracking glass met your ears the same time as his displeased hiss. Before you could ask, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you into a forward sprint, ordering “Go!”

#idv x reader #identity v #luchino diruse x reader #naib subedar x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #idv professor #idv mercenary #turbulentscrawl

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nightwonder7 · 8 months

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Finding out that some survivors have hunter identities the hard way.

#identity v #idv #identity v fanart #idv aeroplanist #charles holt #idv professor #luchino diruse #idv novelist #idv orpheus #idv weeping clown #idv joker #idv evil reptilian #idv nightmare #idv smiley face #comic #clown #tw clown #night's art

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akuma-tenshi · 2 months

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i can't explain it but they have the funniest fucking friendship in my head

#clearly unstable teenager befriends clearly unstable scientist #what happens next will (not) shock you #i main both of them so they have to be friends #he's her mentor but he's not really teaching her anything about the world he just talks about lizards and the old gods #idv #identity v #rambling #idv luchino #luchino diruse #idv professor #lily barriere #idv cheerleader

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lutheloser · 4 months

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#luchino diruse #idv professor #identity v #idv #my art #draws #idv coa

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bandi-fundi · 3 months

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Emergency Transport my BELOVED

#identity v #idv #luchino diruse #idv professor #art tag #SO happy that he was free #FINALLY AN A TIER FOR HIMM

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t0bey · 10 months

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Doodles from last month

#identity v #idv #luchino diruse #vera nair #idv professor #idv perfumer #my art

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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A gift for @turbulentscrawl i did my best bvhfvihiv

Rated T | Warnings: god why is this cute??

“Eyes are up here,” Not any hint of annoyance, just making you aware he knows where you are looking. “(Name).”

“I know.” Somehow you are aware of the cipher while staring, “Do you paint your nails?”

The Professor blinks and then looks at his hand, the one with fewer scales on it, “No, they grew out like this.”

“Do you file them?”

“When I have time. They are not easy to keep at this length.” This must be your way of trying to get to know him. He hears you are a chatterbox from the others, preppy, fairly excitable. A few hunters like to pick you out because you are easily frightened, a screamer. Luchino has heard it but sounds more silly than terrified, he even heard you giggling when Fool’s Gold caught you.

Maybe you are mentally unwell? Not unheard of for some to mentally break down in high stressful situations.

“Have you ever accidentally scratched yourself?” The cipher is almost done.

“Once or twice,” The cipher pops, “Go.” He runs in front of the hunter giving you time to find another cipher.

A tie, you got pity from the hunter called Disciple, not sure how. You claimed meowing back at her made her help you find a dungeon.

The next time you are around the Professor, you are staring at the snake in the case. He has passed you twice and you haven't moved from your spot. Maybe you are like Emil? Though you seem more stable than him.

“(Name), tell me something about you.”

“I like dinosaurs.” Speaking up, “Where I'm from there are a ton of movies about them. I like Godzilla.” Not a dinosaur but he is cool.

“Fascinating,” Luchino said at his desk writing notes, “You said you were from a time further ahead of Lucky Guy.”

“Yeah. Not by much.” You get up to see what the Professor is doing, “Oh, you don't name them?” Disappointed.

“Would you like to name them?”

You smile and point at each of the reptiles in the room giving them a name and nickname.

You are fairly harmless, too harmless, and fearless too. One who can stare down those like Undead deserves some matter of respect. Still, he wished you would have not taken the role of kiting the hunter when you have no known ability to help you.

“You stare a lot.”

“Sorry, this time it was your chest.” Looking at him, “Do you hate them?”

“Hate what exactly?”

You still are digging through the chest, “Your scales. I think they are pretty.” You are the first person to compliment them.

“Thank you.” Being polite, “Do you know how to use that?” Seeing you pull out a perfume.

“Nope! Gonna find out soon.”

You got chaired but not before you used the perfume bottom like ‘pepper spray’. The hunter was not happy.

After matches, you return to his room to look at ‘Carl’ the snake. You feed ‘Josh’ the gecko. And sleep in a corner next to ‘Liz’ the iguana. Simple names, he nearly found himself writing those names in his reports.

“If I could be anything,” You one day say out of the blue, “It would be a dragon.”

“And pray tell why a dragon?”

“Easy, because dragons are cool.” There is a charm to how your answers have the simplicity of a child. “You?”

“Hm,” He already has seen a possible future of himself as the ‘Evil Reptilian’, “A bird.”

“That sounds sad.” You say, “I thought you said cat so you can enjoy naps and stuff.”

“A bird can go anywhere it pleases,” He leans against the chair as he loosens his braids, “A cat requires a person to care for it.”

“Doesn't seem too bad. Just be cute and fluffy all day and be taken care of.” You stare at Liz who is staring at you.

“Is that something you want? To be taken care of?” Curious.

“Of course!”

“And what about being a dragon?”

“I can be a dragon and be spoiled by my human followers.” You laugh ‘evilly’ at the end.

Shaking his head as resumes working.

#idv #reader insert #idv professor #luchino diruse #luchino diruse x reader #luchino diruse x you #professor x reader #identity v x reader #identity v professor #professor x you #idv x you #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you

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mandykurosaki · 4 months

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#identity v #idv #luchino diruse #antonio paganini #idv luchino #idv antonio #idv violinist #idv professor #luchinini #my art #coa luchinini save me

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nehvas · 4 months

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#identity v #idv #identity v luchino #idv luchino #luchino diruse #identity v professor #idv professor #art #digital art

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the-mycelium-is-coming · 9 days

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so happy for you and ur ugly fucking apocalypse team i’m so serious

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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Hot as Sin pt.2

Featuring Luchino, Ithaqua, Fool's Gold, and Aesop. More to come later ;)

These are NSFW, so minors please dni with this post. Also, these get a lil kinkier than the last part I did, so please make sure to check the warnings at the start of each before reading entirely!

Luchino (survivor)

Warnings: breeding kink, scratching and biting, Luchino calls reader “pet”

Luchino’s desk creaked with the snapping of hips, screeching occasionally as it shifted minutely across the hardwood. Paperwork was strewn wildly about the floor, and what was left beneath your body was quickly becoming soiled by a mixture of sweat and cum. Growling, Luchino hauled your raised leg further onto the desk, and clamped his sharp hands on your ass cheeks.

“I told you to hold still,” he said darkly. But it was awfully hard to do that when he was fucking you with such force. Your whole body shuttered with each stroke, even your labored breaths interrupted, choked. The one leg you were allowed to stand on was bruising, pinned between Luchino’s hard body and the edge of his desk. Angry red lines on your legs, back, and ass, left from his dark claws, swelled with tiny pindrops of blood.

“Luchino, I--” you choked out. When you started to form words beyond his name, one of his hands delivered a rough slap to your ass. In the split second it took you to yelp, Luchino shifted himself to press against your back and nibbled your earlobe with sharpened teeth.

“My name, your safe word, and thank you are the only things you’re allowed to say, pet,” he said between rhythmic breaths. “The only other sounds out of your pretty lips should be nonsensical pleasures. Now—” He groaned long, deep, and pushed his hips flush against you. “Thank me for filling you up again.”

You shivered at the spreading warmth in your core, whispering thanks into the air. Luchino rested against you for just a few moments and then sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You yelped again, and he pressed you into the desk with his body weight, already rutting into you again and growling from what you could only assume was overstimulation. He slapped your ass again, always a sign of his displeasure, and you leap into words because you already knew what he wanted.

“Th-thank you, Luchino,” you said, louder and louder. “Thank you for filling me up with your hot cum, thank you for breeding me.”

“Good pet,” Luchino sighed, releasing you from his teeth. His long togue laves over the wound left behind, and one of his hands starts to sink down the length of your body. “Let’s have you match me on the next one, hmm?”

Ithaqua

Warnings: slight degradation, semi-public sex

“You take me like a fucking whore, you know?” Ithaqua giggled into your ear. His body hovered over your like a tight cage, pinning you to the warm hedgemaze grasses and keeping your knees pressed to your shoulders. His stilts and mask were tossed aside somewhere, along with most of your clothes. He was clawing grooves into the soil near your head. “I hardly have to do any work, you could suck me back in all on your own. You need me so badly, hmm?”

He stopped running his mouth long enough to press his chapped lips against yours, moaning in time with a series of more rapid pumps into you. He licked his lips when he pulled away, like he was savoring your taste. His black eyes zeroed in on yours the second you started to respond, nothing short of obsession in his gaze.

“I d-do, I need you, I need you, I need you,” you cried, clutching his sleeves like a lifeline. Ithaqua’s head lolled further back with each repetition of the phrase, eyes slowly rolling back and a wide grin spreading across his face. He was practically glowing from the affirmations. “I love you, Ithaqua!”

“Fuck, oh fuuuuck, that’s right you do,” he gasped. He shifted with a speed you couldn’t comprehend, swiping your hands and pinning them to the grass at full arm’s length, stretching his lean body over you like a cat. His thrusts lost some depth from the position, but he made up for it with greater speed. His lips grazed your cheek as he continued to speak into your skin, first to you but then devolving into undirected rambling, “I love you too, dearest. Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you, my good little slut, I’ll fuck you nice and stupid. You love this, don’t you? You love me, love it when I fill you up. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure of that. You’ll never need to look at anyone else. You don’t need anyone else but me.”

You shivered from his voice in your ear, his unrelenting thrusts into your core, all of it sending your body into flush and shivers. Ithaqua was all around you, in you, he made sure there was nothing else to consider but himself and the pleasures he provided.

One of his hands abandoned yours, sliding down to pinch your face with clawed fingers. His grin fell against your mouth, an odd kiss. “I can see it in your face. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting, darling, let me see you in ecstasy!”

Fool’s Gold

Warnings: public sex, size difference, dirty talk

Such a jealous bastard he was, this warped version of Norton.

Most of the other survivors had already been cleared out of the duo match already, securing your loss, but somehow you still survived. It was touch-and-go for a while, between Joseph’s attacks in his camera world and “Fool’s Gold”’s tenacity outside it. The two Hunters had been on your tail for a while, cutting in one each other’s attempts to catch you, but it was Norton who got to you first. Instead of dragging you to the chair, though, he’d brought you in front of one of Joseph’s cameras, where the image of you taking Hunter cock was now immortalized by the camera world’s projection.

You didn’t have to worry about death by internal bleeding, at least, as his dick was among the few parts of his body that was still flesh. It was, however, just as massive as the rest of him. Norton held you effortlessly by your hips, leaving you folded like a lawn chair in his rocky grip, legs dangling and flailing while he fucked himself with you like an overgrown toy.

“Nor-hughh, Norton,” you cried back at him, careful to use his human name and not the moniker he hated. “S-someone will s-see!”

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. Would you rather I just throw you in a chair?” He chuckled above you, voice like hot coals, pace unrelenting. He laughed harder when you shook your head desperately. “Good. I want them to watch me use you like a cock sleeve. See me claim you.” He turned on unsteady feet, pointing your vision towards Joseph’s photograph display. In the image, Norton’s cock has halfway split you open and he’s grinning with that ever-persistent wickedness. A stream of smoke is leaving his mouth while your face is contorted in shock and pleasure. There’s a bulge forming on your lower gut. “Bet the sick fuck is in there, admiring your tight hole like he has a chance. But it’s my cock stretching it open.” Norton’s words tumbled into gravely, cough-broken laughter. His grip on you tightened and suddenly he was fucking you faster, harder. “I’m gonna make you scream, too, so everyone who’s left can hear it. The ones stuck in the chairs over there will know—everyone in both manors is gonna know you’re mine.”

You were quickly devolving into the sounds he wanted, stuck, mid-air, being wrecked by his powerful thrusts. Beneath you, his shoes caught stray drips of your saliva and slick.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Just like that. I’m only getting started, babe.”

Aesop

Warnings: consensual drugging implied (this is not safe even if consensual, don’t try it irl folks), restraints, toys

Everything is warm, no, hot, hot, and swimming like a desert mirage.

“Can you still hear me?” Aesop’s voice calls with a brassy echo. “If you understand me, say ‘yes’.” Trying to speak sends a surge of heat up through your sternum, so what comes out was only a garbled whimper. Aesop steps around his worktable, where you’re tied down in all your naked glory, and comes into shimmering view. His favorite mask is still on, but his eyes have the squint of a gentle smile to them. “I see. I’m going to check your vitals, please try not to squirm too much.” He holds your wrist, presses something ice-cold to your elbow, your chest, your ribs. The freeze contrasts the lava in your veins. A nitrile-gloved hand pinches one of your hardened nipples and draws a sluggish yelp from your throat.

“Good, you’re fine. And you don’t seem to dislike it,” Aesop muses while he massages you. “Since you’re not able to speak reliably, I’m going to stick to what we agreed on beforehand, alright? Nothing more.” He leans down and presses a masked kiss to your forehead before stepping out of sight again. There’s wobbly sounds of metal clanking, and items being set on the table down near your hips. You manage to lift your heavy head just enough to see Aesop grab the metal bar locking your knees apart and push it up, exposing you further to him. His other hand rubs the underside of your thigh soothingly. “You’re already dripping, you know. I think we can skip most of the prep.”

He picks something up from the side, pops a cap. His eyes catch your effort to watch him, and he holds up a thick dildo for you to see, his hands slicking it with lube. “Let’s start with this one, yes?” Even in your daze, you’re certain he’s smirking under his mask. The head of the toy slides against you, and you’re suddenly, acutely aware of the great need pulsing in your body. You were hot before, but now you’re on fire, shivering, gasping, desperate for Aesop to go from rubbing to moremoremore.

And you get your wish. Aesop pushes the thick toy into you all at once and hits the perfect spot. You quiver against the table, babbling praise as full-body shutters rattle your restraints. The room spins more and more as you come, and Aesop’s calm, muffled voice wrapping around you like a blanket. One of his hands rests against your lower stomach, thumb stroking your pelvic bones. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be soothing or teasing.

“That was beautiful,” Aesop says, sounding breathless. Wet squelches also reach your ears, followed by more shocks of pleasure. He’s still fucking the toy into you. “But we’ve got an hour still, give or take. So please show me that again, as many times as you can.”

#idv x reader #identity v #aesop carl x reader #ithaqua x reader #fools gold x reader #luchino diruse x reader #idv professor #idv embalmer #idv night watch #idv fool's gold #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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