#astaraith

[huniebunny]

For the oc ask meme, I'll do 40, 41, and 42 for any of your Creepypasta oc's...

What is their celebrity crush? How would they react if noticed by said crush?

I think the only "celebrities" my CrP OCs know of are the Slender brothers and Slenderman's proxies. And we both know how Astar is about both SO and Masky~.

Irin and Lyxtus both favor Hoodie over Masky, due to Masky's previous treatment of Astar. But this is more in a friendly way than a crush.

And Nath.... Doesn't have one.

If they were a bath bomb, what scents and colors would you use to describe their personality?

Astar is bright pink, cherry and vanilla scented! In the center is a mystery packet of jewelry!

Nath is molded in the shape of a cigarette box, white, green, and blue, mint or menthol similar scented.

Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say?

I'll actually save this one for a separate post- I think these vents are much too long and involved.

[huniebunny]

Absolutely!! Feel Free!!

[whaleofatjme1920]

Okay so I know you don't write for Creepypasta anymore, but if you don't mind I'm super curious about your cp Oc's!

Could you tell me a bit about them?

(if not then that's totally fine, I just love learning about new Oc's and I figured I'd ask!)

I’m a slut for my OCs and would talk about them always so! Technically, my OCs are always open and bypass my Creepypasta rule. Just bc they’re mine <3

Here’s my book about my main four Creepypasta OCs, Ruth Min, Wallace Farkas, Theo Kolinski, and Nyein.

https://www.quotev.com/story/13575232/OCs-That-Have-Appeared-in-My-Stuff-I-guess/2

Wallace is the group’s leader, not quite a favorite of the slender man but definitely somewhat favored. Theo is his right hand. Ruth is what I refer to as a “middle child”, not a runt, not a right hand or a leader, somewhere in between. And Nyein is my cryptid! I love them all so so much, and I could probably go on all day about them.

There’s some other things going on with their personal history, mostly Ruth and Astaraith but that’s based off an rp hunie and I currently have. I’m not quite sure I consider it “canon” to Ruth’s overall story but here it’s quite fun and I like angst.

[huniebunny]

Irin's Spicy Alphabet

@whaleofatjme1920 will mainly enjoy this, but I'll also tag @nightmareeffect and @insane-horror-movie-addict

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Irin is a sucker for aftercare. Being taken care of and taking care of other people is just what she does. Southern Hospitality and all that.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She’s not super swayed by appearances, but she has found several clients who appreciate that she’s on the larger side. Love handles and such.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

She’s a sturdy woman, and handled herself the best during her hazing with cryptids, monsters, and the like. So she’s more than used to massive amounts of cum. Inflated creampies, bukkakes, designated cumdump. She can handle it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She perhaps has a little too much fun with the idea of tentacles. Marking is also a fun idea despite it being a no-no in SO’s club.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. Hella experienced. She’s one of Astaraith’s team after all.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Oh boy, how can she choose? “Face down, ass up”? Missionary? Strapped in the air? Glory wall? There’s so many to choose from.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on the client. Some she needs to be more serious, or dominant. Others, especially shy clients, might appreciate some humor. She’s a well rounded lady.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Irin doesn’t go nearly as far with grooming as Astar and Lyx, always having some hair on her. At least trimmed and washed well. Carpet does not match the drapes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It actually takes her a long time to get romantic feelings for anyone, but she can feign romance if her client requests it. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

So many toys. So many all at once.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Forced Orgasms, Dub Con (for various reasons ;p), voyuerism, exhibitionism, glory holes, bondage

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Honestly, it’s either in a bed or on the wall. Enough said.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

A sense of helplessness, yielding little power against their partner in scenes.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Generally unhygienic kinks such as scat or piss.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

When she’s in control, she’s typically giving. When she’s not, she’s typically receiving. She’s not bad at it, considering her work, but she knows there’s others much better than her at the act. It’s also not her biggest kink in the world either.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When she’s submitting, fast and rough gets her everytime. Hell, a lack of refractory period would drive her insane.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While fast and rough is preferred, it’s really up to the client on whether it becomes a quickie. Some people have places to be, yknow?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Most of the risks she takes is with her non-human clients. The things that have fucked her body…

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She could last for several rounds, with maybe a break or two in between. If she’s not given a break though? Expect her to pass out after the fifth or sixth round~

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely! She’s a big fan of toys~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s not much of a teaser in the act. And most of her teasing isn’t very sexual either anyway.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She squeals! Yeah, things can get pretty loud if her mouth isn’t full of something. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

She avoids any cheating/cucking scenarios, if she can.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Due to her size, she has no thigh gap. None. Thigh fucking would be heaven. But she also has a puffy pussy between those thighs, darkened labia, and trimmed pubic hair. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

She doesn’t have a super high libido, but it’s also not prominent enough on its own. It tends to be triggered on the fly when she’s being manhandled.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep)

As mentioned, she’ll pass out after five or six rounds of nonstop fucking. But she’s never down for too long. Like an hour or two long nap tops.

[huniebunny]

Oh....I can imagine Addict's response to Masky teasing.

Masky: "Oh, they totally pegged you, didn't they?"

Addict: "Wanna find out?"

Seriously though, when Addict feels like pissing off Varrick I can imagine Addict purposefully bringing Masky to her room and doing what they are gonna do together to either have Varrick hear or walk in and get super jealous.

Another bonus is Masky is constantly bossing Addict around, she finds it nice to be able to have some sort of control over him....

When it comes to Astar, Addict would relish in being able to make Astar squirm and shake just by a simple movement of her fingers or tongue.....plus its sort of payback for all the teasing Astar gives her.

Masky only willingly kneels for roughly 2 people in his life. Astar and Addict.

But that's absolutely fair. Addict does often get the short end of the stick on her dynamics, so how nice that she gets the upper hand sometimes.

[huniebunny]

Wanna do more for my OCs but don’t have the energy for lengthy writing. Babette, Bella Donna, Davey Jones, Nath, and Astar are available for asks!

☠ ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. (𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒(𝑠).)

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

🛍 - Does your muse like to go shopping? What do they usually shop for? What kind of stores do they frequent?

🍔 - What kind of food does your muse usually eat? Do they have a favorite food, or favorite style of food? Do they have allergies? Are they vegan, vegetarian, etc.?

🍺 - How does your muse feel about the consumption of alcohol? Do they drink? Are they a heavy drinker, or are they on the lighter side? What's your muse's favorite alcoholic drink?

🎩 - What would your muse wear to a formal event? Do they dress more modestly, or do they go all out?

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels?

🎸 - Can your muse play any instruments? Do they play them often, or rarely? How actually skilled are they at playing them?

🎤 - Can your muse sing well? Do they sing often? If they were to stand up in front of a crowd, would they be able to sing in front of all of those people?

🗺️ - How often does your muse travel? Do they like to travel? Would they prefer to travel alone, or with friends? Where have they been? What was their favorite trip?

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

🍡 - Can your muse cook? Can they bake? How well can they do either? Do they have any kitchen disaster stories?

⚾️ - Does your muse enjoy sports? Do they play any, or do they simply prefer to watch? Do they have a favorite sport?

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments? How do they live with them?

🧠 - Does your muse have any mental ailments? How do they live with them?

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

[huniebunny]

Its been a while since things have gotten a little heated. Could you do [ UNBUTTON ] and or [ LEAN ] with Astar, Varrick, and Addict? You can switch out any of the prompts and use any that appeal to you!

---->Prompts

[This took so long- I could have kept going with it, but you've waited long enough. I hope you enjoy this steamy Celebrity AU piece!]

In Front of the Camera

“Thank you both for coming on such short notice!” The director exclaimed, leading Anni and Varrick down the tiled floors. “You will be compensated generously for all of your help with this photoshoot!”

Annie tugged at her sleeves as she tried not to look directly at the mostly naked men and women pictured on the walls. She wasn’t sure why she was invited here and her nerves pulled her to refuse and walk out right then. Modeling wasn’t really in her career, much less something like this. She glanced to her friend, and current coworker, Varrick, seeing his nonchalant face as he kept his eyes and ears on the job the director was describing.

A photoshoot for a new lingerie line. The previous models they hired refused to come in for one reason or another, so they asked around everywhere for whoever they could get. Thus, there they were. Really, it was only Varrick that was invited. Varrick made her come along by request, but refused to expand on why.

The three of them reached the doors to the studio finally and Anni stiffened up, anticipating what they’d find.

The room was filled to the brim with equipment, of course. Racks of scanty clothes and undergarments were set about alongside props, decor, and spare lighting. But what caught Anni’s attention so stiffly was the gorgeous concubus currently arched so enticingly over the bedroom set. The lingerie tightly hugged their curves, certain to leave even the slightest mark on their body. Their ruffled hair framed their face perfectly.

Anni lost her breath as their sultry glare flicked towards them and remained on her until the photographer stopped. She and Varrick were pushed further inside and introduced to the clothing designer. She tried to keep her cool despite the stare from the mystery beauty burning into her soul. She fixed her hair and current outfit despite knowing it all would be discarded for a few hours.

“Wonderful, there you both are. We don’t have much time with this room, so we mustn’t dilly-dally,” The designer urged, pushing hangers into Anni’s and Varrick’s arms before shoving them towards the dressing rooms.

Anni glanced back at the beautiful stranger, watching as they languidly stood and took the sweaty water bottle offered to them. She swallowed thickly as she quickly disappeared behind a vague room made out of curtains. Once ‘alone’, she looked down at what had been handed to her and blushed at the sheer fabric hanging in her hands.

Undressing into the lingerie, Anni took much longer to step out from the curtains. Once she did though, she was relieved that no one turned to look at her; Only to realize that everyone’s attention was on her partner, Varrick, who was currently draped over the lounge chaise beside the bed. She hid her flushed cheeks under her hands as she stepped closer to the unknown beauty.

Astaraith however noticed Anni’s presence and smiled as they looked down at the review of photos regarding Varrick’s current selection. They settled a hand on the small of her waist, pulling her close as they leaned in. The enlarged one of the photos with Varrick’s head tilted back and a tight grip to his inner thigh, showing off the garters he wore.

“Do you see him?” They whispered in her ear. Anni squeaked in answer, trying to cover her eyes so she didn’t have to look so closely. “Oh, don’t do that.  Take a good look at him.” Astaraith took one of her hands and pulled it away from her face. They settled her hand on the edge of the screen, grip gentle before sliding their palm over her skin until their fingers overlapped.

Anni bit her lip as she stared down the photo of her partner. He was handsome, but she’d never seen him like that before. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, both from the closeness to the model beside her and from the enticing image before her.

“Oh, he’s looking at us..” Anni’s eyes darted up, and accidentally met his intense glare. Her breath stilled as he adjusted to lean forward as if keeping an eye on whatever Astar would do next. His stare struck deep in her soul and a shiver creeped up her spine as warm lips pressed against her cheek.

“We should stop..” Anni whispered, lightly pushing Astaraith off. But Astaraith doubled down with a smirk as their eyes locked with Varrick’s. He stiffened, ready to get up and shove Astaraith aside.

“Nous venons juste de commencer, mon amour…” They whispered, pulling a whimper out of Anni.

Astaraith laughed and let Anni go then. The photographer had stopped to scold Varrick for his expressions, giving Astar time to recollect themself and reapply their lipstick. They stood aside as Anni was called up to pose. Varrick stood from chaise and stopped beside Astaraith, glaring at them for that little stunt they pulled. Astar merely smiled and readjusted their bra. What they missed as they did so was Varrick’s glare deepening as his gaze briefly, mistakenly, drifted down to the center of their chest. He shook his head and turned away, blush rising over his neck. 

Astaraith and Varrick watched as Anni fumbled with each pose. It was sloppy work, even for her first time. Varrick tapped his fingers over his bicep before finally cutting off the photographer to give Anni a few minutes to breathe. He approached where she was propped up on the bed, dropping his weight beside her as he leaned in close. His hands laid on either side of her hips. Her blush deepened as he practically pinned her in place with his gaze.

“Stop overthinking it.” Astaraith blinked, staring straight at the back of Varrick;s head when his voice dropped to a deeper, more sultry tone. “You’re on set, acting out a scene. You’re the protagonist getting ready for an intimate scene.”

Anni could hardly breathe as his advice did not make her situation any better, but it became easier to relax as he pulled away to stand beside Astaraith again. She nodded before focusing on how the photographer wanted her poised. But, the advice was helpful now that the camera flashes started. She ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she fell into her role.

The photographer finished up and the three of them were sent out to redress. Astar settled their hand on Anni’s waist and led them back to their dressing room, pulling her close and sticking their tongue out at Varrick as they disappeared behind red curtains. Once the two were alone, Astar pinned Anni to the vanity, kissing her cheeks and neck. It had started out in quick, uncontrollable pecks, but slowed to longer presses of lips to heated skin. Anni swallowed thickly as she noticed in the mirror the distinct lipstick marks all over her cheeks.

Astar would have gone further if it weren’t for the firm body pressed against their back and a deep growl in their ear. They paused their slew of kisses to watch Varrick in the mirror. “Je ne pouvais pas rester à l’écart?” they cooed.

[huniebunny]

Astar's Spicy Alphabet

[Very much inspired by @insane-horror-movie-addict and her posts on Addict and Varrick]

Content: Sexual Themes.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

More often than not, Astar doesn't exactly provide aftercare unless it'd been specified by her client. They simply clean up what they can, redress, and move on to the next.

With a few select people, though, Astar provides everything in aftercare. Cleaning them up, providing them a private bath, water, snacks, comfort, anything they need. They're extra sweet.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

They could say good things about all of their physical traits. But their personal favorite is certainly their natural figure. It takes a lot of work looking as good as they do.

A favorite piece of their partners? So much to choose from... Strangely enough, it's their partner's hands. Dainty, manicured, and soft skin, always a delight to see. But also, large, rough with scars and callouses, with prominent veins. The way those look on their body...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Astar doesn't allow their clients to cum inside of them. That's something reserved for very special people, and their master. They'll handle the mess, so long as that remained fact.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

What dirty secret? How can they have a dirty secret, when they're representative of all things debauched?

(They want to experience a romantic relationship.)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. Being Sexual Offenderman's pet would give them more than enough experience in many sexual things.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

With clients, they prefer anything facing away from their partner. Of course, that's not going to stop their clients from putting them in any kind of position.

With special people, they appreciate missionary, and similar positions, so much more.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Astar likes to plan their sexual endeavors, treating the experience as seriously and professionally as possible. They won't avoid a bit of amusement though.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

They take incredible care in their grooming. They make sure to get the hair from every little curve along their legs, pits, and pussy, unless their partner prefers a bit of hair.

Compared to when they were fully human, white is not their natural hair color. But, even now as SO's pet, there's the occasional strand of dark blonde.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

They're an escort first and foremost. Their priority is their partner's pleasure, little to nothing romantic about it.

This mindset does leak into more personal endeavors, and it flusters them when their partner is romantically intimate in the act.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Astar enjoys their clit stimulation more than penetration. Mutual masturbation isn't too bad either.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It's uncommon, but Astar adores sleep play. Wake them up cumming and wanting more.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Astar isn't afraid to be public with their sexual endeavors. Hell, most often it's part of their performances to be on stage with a sexual partner.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

While they enjoy initiating things, they love it when their special partners initiate. Little to no questions asked, no matter where. If their partner wants it, they won't deny it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rare, the squicks come, but they will absolutely not do anything regarding encasement/chastity.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

There's no preference on oral, but they're known to overstimulate most of their partners with oral alone. It's especially fun with afab partners.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The pace changes with each partner. However they like, Astar will follow along. But it's nice to slow down and really admire the work they'd done on their partner.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Again, they like to plan their sexual endeavors. But also again, if their special partners initiate, they won't deny a quickie.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

They're the most experienced in kinks, so they're often the ones convincing their partners to experiment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Being an escort requires an extended amount of one's life in sexual training. Most might be able to hold out for a few hours or half a night. Astar could keep going far into the day if they started the evening before.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Of course, they use toys! On themselves, on partners, alone, in public. They own all kinds of toys. the sybian is perhaps their favorite.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, they love to tease. They'll tease and build their partner's sexual frustration until it gets them pinned to the nearest surface.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

They're a big fan of teasing and dirty talking, but they actually don't moan loudly or make a lot of noise. However, if things turn especially romantic, they'll try and stifle the whimpering and whining.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Astar would probably love it if all three of their special people planned on flustering and fucking them from dusk to dawn.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Astar has a pretty little pussy, clean and hairless. The inner labia isn't dark or puffy, and often a little slick. They do have a functional packer/strapless strap-on that fits perfectly along the front of their upper pubic area and inserts into their pussy to ensure it won't simply come off with daily actions.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Despite being cupiosexual, they're always willing to have sex and their natural sex drive is intense as well.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep)

With their endurance and stamina, they rarely reach exhaustion with normal partners. Once they're done, cleaned up, and their partner's asleep, they move on with their day.

[huniebunny]

"You can join me"

[Warnings: General Foul Language, Sexual themes, implicit jealousy]

[Word Count: 2334 words]

[@insane-horror-movie-addict here's that second part! Hope I got the dynamic right! I kinda had a bit of a guilty pleasure moment here]

The car ride still trekked on longer than it should have. It would have been much faster to simply slip through Sexual Offenderman’s realm, but Astar was still recovering from that awful night’s rest. The mirth had died down and Astar watched Masky and Varrick from the rearview mirror. They cleaned off their nails, pressing their lips together as they couldn’t wait to… Wait…

“You know… To make up for how awful that experience was, you both could sleep with me in my bed.”

The car screeched to a halt, forcing Varrick and Astar to brace themselves. Astar flung back into their seat, groaning. “Not like that!... This time,” They continued, rolling their eyes. “But if you both are so repulsed by the idea, then I’ll just enjoy my California king-” The car slowly started moving again. “With my pillows and blankets galore-” Varrick paused his cleaning of a spare knife he kept on him. Masky forced his intense focus onto the road. “Yes, I’d be all plush by. My. Self.” They smirked.

The car sped up, hoping to rush back to the mansion to report their mission finished. God forbid they last any longer without decent sleep. Astar smirked as they parked out before the edge of the woods. “Don’t go anywhere,” Varrick growled. 

“We’ll be back soon enough,” Masky finished, practically kicking the door open as he picked up their bags again. Astar crossed their arms as they waited for their return.

The two were quiet as they trudged through the fog. They were close to the threshold. They glanced at each other then quickly looked away. Varrick rubbed the back of his neck, thinking again about the way he woke up with Astar. He scrubbed his face with his palm, trying to force away the heat rising over his cheeks. Their eyes had locked with his; their hair perfectly framed their head on the only pillow left on the bed. Gods, save him from the nightmare named Astaraith.

“Was it nice?” Masky asked, out of the blue.

Varrick shook his head then glared at Masky. “The fuck do you mean by that?”

“The slut,” Masky explained, as if that was any better. “Was it nice to hold them?”

Bristling, Varrick sneered, tightening his hold on their duffle of food. What the fuck was Masky insinuating? His tone held no teasing like before. More like a fucked up pretense if Varrick answered wrong. “Don’t fucking call them that.”

Masky hummed dismissively, shaking his head. “You know what the Slenderman will do when he finds out.”

When. Not if. Varrick tightened his jaw, readjusting the bag on his shoulder. “He won’t find out because it’s not like that. Are you asking because you’re jealous?” He deflected with a smirk. He took what little joy he could find in how Masky stiffened and glared back at him.

They made it back to the mansion, dropping their bags as soon as they stepped into the door and forced their way towards Slenderman’s office. They barely waited for the approval to enter, reporting how the mission went and their target was dealt with. Slenderman’s chair creaked noncommittally as he glowered down at the two. As if he were peering into their very being, memories, soul, and all. “Right,” The being spoke in their minds, static louder than their own thoughts. “You’re dismissed.”

The two bowed their heads then left without another word.

Once they stepped out from the woods and made it back to the rundown car, Varrick peeked at the backseat. Despite how uncomfortable it must have been, Astar laid across the worn out cushions, curled up tightly in order to fit. He couldn’t bring himself to wake them up, so he slid into the driver’s seat silently. Masky held no qualms about doing that, though. He slapped his hand on the frame of the car, startling Astar awake. They shot up, hitting their head on the roof of the car.

Masky laughed at their pain, receiving a tired glare from the harem leader. Driving off, the three were quiet again, with the occasional yawn from Astar. Varrick wanted to smirk as they tried to fix their bedhead, but Masky’s gaze burned into the side of his face. Trying to find something to fuck Varrick over. Well, he wasn’t going to let that happen. He didn’t feel anything towards Astar after all.

The nearest city wasn’t Astar’s first choice, but they couldn’t deny the rush their boys were in. They stepped out of the car and led them through the first alley they could reach. The shadows stretched much further than the alley itself until Astar finally stopped. They reached between the shadows and pulled the darkness aside like curtains. The glanced back towards Masky and Varrick before stepping through first. Varrick immediately followed behind, familiar with the desire required to enter. Masky blinked at the ease at which Varrick stepped past the curtains before narrowing his glare.

Not even a moment’s hesitation before Astar’s face peeked out from the shadows again. They glared at him. “Are you coming in or not? If you came all this way to back out now, I hope your shitty cot back at that mansion makes your back worse.”

Masky bristled. “Just give me a second.”

“Nope, not after that rude awakening you gave me,” Astar replied smoothly before taking Masky by his arm and pulling him into the club. The harem leader rolled their eyes as Masky stumbled before grabbing Varrick’s collar and dragging the two behind the main stage. “Before anything, you both need to clean up. I’m not letting you track blood and dirt onto my sheets.” The two were pushed into the communal bathing area before Astar finally separated from them.

Astar huffed as they stripped. Their clothes were picked up by other harem members and all Varrick and Masky could do was stare as Astar slipped into one of the heated tubs. Varrick was quick to get over himself though, stripping as he approached the opposite end of the same tub Astar soaked in. Masky’s eyes widened behind his mask, almost frozen in place by the absolute audacity of those two; Especially by Varrick, who knew the importance of a proxy’s anonymity.

Astar peered over their shoulder before turning around and crossing their arms on the tub’s ledge, giving both their boys a clear view of their best physical assets. “If you continue to hesitate, Masky, I have full authority to kick you out.” Their smirk grew on their face, raising a brow. “Or is it because you’re shy? You don’t have to be shy around me, mon amour.”

Varrick and Masky bristled at the endearment, both for differing reasons. Masky growled. Astar rolled their eyes again. “Plus it’s not like I haven’t seen your face before. You remember that night we danced, right?” Masky’s eyes twitched. Of course, Astar remembered that. Of course, he remembered that. It was difficult to forget the pure hurt in their voice at the mere idea of being dirtied. He grumbled before finally stripping down. Clothes were taken away as he stepped into the tub, next to Astar.

Astar proudly grinned before pulling themself up on the tub’s ledge. They pulled two large bottles of shampoo and conditioner closer before pumping some into their hands. They took Masky by surprise as they raked their fingers through his hair, scrubbing the shampoo onto his scalp. As much as he hated what they could do to him, he couldn’t help but relax for once. The heat and their touch was a dangerous cocktail for lowering his defenses and fuck them becuase it worked. He leaned his cheek against their thigh as they massaged around the nape of his neck.

Varrick could only glare at the two, crossing his arms. His fingers tapped along his arms as he watched Masky lean into Astar’s touch, but he could only take so much. He got up and trudged through the water before settling back down between Astar’s legs. Their new position forced Masky off their thigh and the two men glared at each other. Astar only giggled, running their fingers over his scalp too. “You want me to wash your hair too?” Varrick only nodded then relaxed as they pampered him with his own scalp massage.

Masky huffed, dunking his head to wash out the shampoo. However, a quick glance around led to his embarrassment. The harem around them giggled and whispered, glancing back to the three every so often before giggling again. A blush came over his cheeks and he sunk his face lower under the water. God damn it. Astar had too much power over them.

Astar finished with Varrick, tilting his head back to rinse out his hair. He looked up at them and couldn’t stop the heat flooding his face when he caught the smile on their face. He ran his tongue over his teeth, mouth dry as they released him to finish on his own. Astar was the first to leave, offered a plush robe on their way out. They looked back at their boys, smirking. “Just think of me when you leave~.”

Masky and Varrick glared at each other before the both of them stepped out, not wanting to be alone together for any longer than they had too. As they dried off, two harem members offered them spare clothes. Masky was the first dressed, ignoring how the sweatpants he was given were quickly dampened by the leftover water he didn’t bother to dry. As the two passed through another set of curtains, the two refused to look at each other.

“Was it nice?” they said in sync, before groaning. Neither answered that as they reached the first door they saw. Varrick opened the door and could help but be reminded of the first time he entered this room. He didn’t get to observe its details, too focused on the shit Astar had done to Addict. Now he was here of his own volition and he didn’t know what to think of it. He turned his gaze to the bed, and his heart stopped as he took in what Astar was wearing.

Their pajamas were much less revealing than he thought it’d be, certain in his mind that they preferred to sleep nude. But the silk tank top disguised their figure well enough, dark in color to lovingly contrast with their pale skin. He stepped toward the bed, ignoring Masky who still stood in the doorway, glancing toward every hidden corner for something heinous. It was a normal bedroom though, however lavish in furniture and decor.

Varrick admired how their matching silk shorts hugged their waist before shaking his head. He climbed over the covers, and turned away from Astar. He wanted to avoid another mishap like the night before. And just like before, Masky was the last one to crawl in. There was more than enough space for the three of them to be separated, Astar in the middle with Masky and Varrick on each edge.

Sleep was heaven right then, all three of them unaware of any shifting or noise in the room or outside of it. Varrick was surprisingly the first to become lucid. Warmth was pressed along his front and around his thigh. There was also a rough grip to his hip and a tickle of something fluffy under his chin. His eyes blinked open, then blushed deeply at the position he found himself in again. He was wrapped around Astar, their back pressed into his chest and his thigh between theirs.

It was their grip on his hip, keeping him close. His arm was tucked under their neck, lips pressed upon his bicep. He bit his lip, freezing up as he looked around more. Just across from them was Masky who was also much closer than he anticipated. And of course, he still snored. He relaxed a bit that this wasn’t the absolute worst case scenario. Just his luck that Astar woke up right then, stretching with a groan. He bit back a groan of his own as their thighs squeezed around his, pressing themself more along his front. Their neck was bare for him, clear of blemishes and bruises.

Varrick dropped his hand to their hip, trying to push them away, but the pleasant gasp that left Astar spread arousal through his very being. Astar peeked over their shoulder at Varrick, a tired little smirk crossing their face. “What a way to wake up,” they greeted, then ground their hips over his thigh.

His grip tightened on their hip which caused them to bite their lip. “Do you want to let go?” They asked. Faced with the choices, he knew what he didn’t want. “Do you want to stop?” He asked back.

They turned their face away, and Varrick was about to let go when he felt lips upon his bicep again. “Hold me closer,” They whispered against his skin. His eyes widened but did as they said, wrapping his arm around their waist. He leaned over them more, adjusting their position so his thigh pressed along the seam of their shorts. They gasped and buried their face in the pillow as they ground their hips along his thigh.

He hushed them as small whimpers escaped them. “Don’t wake up, Masky..”

Despite the mood and their position, they couldn’t help but laugh. Varrick followed soon after, dropping his head between their shoulder blades. Their laughter woke up Masky who groaned and harshly rubbed his face. He opened his eyes and glared at the two before assessing what he was seeing. His eyes widened and he flung back, slipping over the covers and onto the floor. Astar and Varrick laughed harder at that before focusing back on each other’s morning arousal.

Masky laid mostly on the floor, covering his flushed face and cursing the way Astar affected him. And he especially hated how tightly he tied his sweatpants right at that moment.

[huniebunny]

All I really wanna do is answer stuff about my OCs- Probably won't get a lot of questions, but it's worth a shot.

☕ Wholesome OC Ask Meme 🍂

Wrap up your OC in a blanket burrito and let’s answer some questions!

What is their go-to comfort food?

Give them a warm drink of your choice, what would it be? Would their choice differ from yours?

What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them?

What is the thing they like the most about their friends and what is the thing their friends like the most about them?

What is the song you most associate to them?

What is their favourite music genre? If they don’t have one, what’s their favourite song?

What is their favourite movie, or a movie they would really enjoy?

What is a smell that makes them feel at home?

How would they react if a person they love (friends and family included) gave them a flower bouquet unexpectedly?

What is their favorite thing in the world?

What is an item of clothing/an accessory that completes them/makes them feel safe?

What is their safe place? And what does “safe place” mean to them?

Do they prefer warm or cold temperatures? Moreover, what is their favourite season and why?

Quickly, let them give us some life advice!

Now you give them some life advice.

What was the happiest moment of their life?

What positives did they extrapolate from the worst moment(s) of their life?

What is their favourite hobby? Would they share it with someone they love?

What is something they excel at?

What is their hidden talent? Is that a skill they’ve been practicing since childhood or just something they happen to know and never had the chance to show? Besides, was it something forced upon them, taught by someone close, or they picked it up themselves?

Which new skills they would really like to learn? 

If they had to pick up an instrument, what would they choose? 

Would they prefer reading books or listening to an audiobook? Besides, would they rather read for someone or have someone read for them?

How do they relax? Is that a solitary activity, a group activity, or both?

If they had to prepare a conference, what would be the topic of discussion?

What would be their ideal romance? Did they find a perfect match already, is it still a work in progress, or have they experienced something out of their expectations?

What is their romance’s theme song?

What would they do if their favourite pet suddenly fell asleep on their lap?

They have a chance to get a tattoo: what would it be?

What is their love language?

What would make them blush?

Draw or describe the silliest outfit you can think of. They now have it inside their wardrobe, but it’s a secret between you and them… unless someone finds out.

What is their favourite color? And which colors do they like to wear the most?

Do they have any guilty pleasures? How guilty do they feel about it?

What is something they’re ashamed of but others find extremely cute?

What would they gift to their partner or their best friends to show their affection?

Give them your credit card for five minutes; what would they buy?

Find one quote from a book, a song, or a piece of media that would make them feel at peace.

If they could go back in time, how would they reassure their child-self about the future?

What is their celebrity crush? How would they react if noticed by said crush?

If they were a bath bomb, what scents and colors would you use to describe their personality?

Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say?

And what would you say to comfort them?

Have fun and feel free to add more questions if you like 💛

[huniebunny]

Rare Occurrence

[Contents: Sexual Themes, Strip Tease, Lap Dancing, Dildo Packer]

[Words: 1505 words]

@insane-horror-movie-addict

Masky flipped over the invitation in his hands, feeling the glossed text with his thumb. His eyes narrowed at the people surrounding him. Addict and Varrick sat across from him, similarly anticipating the reason for the invite. The three were lucky enough to snag a table that didn’t already have a dancer on it; None of them wanted to be distracted from the reason they were there. He licked his dry lips, craving a smoke when the lights raised from circling the room to center in on the closed curtains of the stage.

The barback (Irin, Masky loosely remembered) announced, “You know them, but never like this before. Put your hands together for your favorite piece of ass, Astar!”

Masky’s head flicked from the bar, back to the stage. Astaraith was always introduced with their full name; What was different this… time…

All three jaws dropped as Astar rolled out from the curtains, landing on their knees. One of their hands trailed up the inside of their thigh, and Addict didn’t miss the new, prominent bulge in the tight leather they wore. The proxies’ eyes followed that hand further up and Varrick’s brows furrowed at the sudden flatness of their shirt. Sure, their breasts weren’t that big, but never this unnoticeable. Up past their neck and into their hair as they looked out over the crowd. Masky tapped the table with his invitation as he noticed that their facial features were vaguely different as well. ‘It’s still them, though,’ Masky silently thought, shutting his mouth tightly. Astar was distinct in how they presented themself, they couldn’t be missed even if Masky tried to ignore the signs.

“And for their next performance, Astar will need a volunteer from the audience. Who’ll be the lucky guy or gal to be set up on stage?” Astar stepped down from the stage, looked at each person individually, teased each woman they passed by, and even blew a playful kiss toward a guest. Finally, they stopped.

Right.

Beside.

Addict.

Astar chuckled and leaned down, wrapping some of her long hair around their fingers. “Would you give me the pleasure of being my partner tonight?” Varrick nearly spat out his drink at the new tone Astar took. Astar’s gaze lifted and flicked between Masky and Varrick as they kissed Addict’s hair. “Don’t worry, fellas. I’ll give her right back.” Addict’s heart fluttered at the new deep voice that accompanied the new look.

Releasing her hair from their fingers, Astar took her hand and stood her from her seat. The crowd clapped and cheered as they led her up toward the stage. A chair was set up on stage in the time Atsar took to choose her. They lifted her up onto the stage and sat her down. They kissed her knuckles, smirking down at her. 

“What do you need me to do?” Addict asked, trying to not make it obvious how the change in appearance affected her.

“Nothing I won’t lead you into. Just sit pretty right there.” They winked at her, making her heart flutter in her chest again.

They backed away and walked to the other end of the stage. The crowd quieted down as music filled the room. Astar’s body swayed to the music before taking their first step forward. Their hands started at their pockets, bringing Addict’s gaze straight to the bulge in their pants. They licked their lips when they saw Addict trying to cover her face. Their hands raised up and popped the bottom button of their shirt.

Each button was undone with every slow step they took, keeping direct eye contact with Addict, until every button was undone. They shrugged the shirt off and stopped right in front of her, revealing the skin tight fishnet tank underneath to the crowd. The crowd roared in cheer, but Astar’s focus was on Addict. They wrapped their shirt over her shoulders, sinking to their knees with their hips rolling to the beat. Leaning back, the roll of their hips followed up the rest of their torso like a wave.

Addict’s eyes couldn’t leave their figure. This new side of them sparked electric heat across her body, even though she knew it was all a planned performance. She glanced back to the table where she used to sit. Masky was mostly unfazed, but unable to look away from the performance either. Varrick’s mouth opened and closed, before covering his face and leaning back in his seat. This change affected them too.

Astar noticed Addict’s eyes drifting away from them and clicked their tongue. Her gaze flicked back to them and they smirked. They leaned back more and flipped onto their front, losing their tank top. Staring up at her, they ate up her flustered stare as their hips rolled into the floor. They got back up on their knees, showing off the black tape that bound their breasts into pecs.

Dragging their hands up their thighs, Astar gripped their belt buckle and pulled off the accessory as they got back on their feet. They stood before her again and wrapped the belt around her neck, pulling her closer as their hips rolled up into her face. Addict’s blush increased tenfold at the suggestive move, tempted to lean in closer and give Astar a taste of their own medicine. Before she knew it though, they sat down in her lap and ground their hips into her thighs, still holding tight to the belt wrapped around her neck.

They let go of the belt and slid off her thighs. Addict quickly glanced toward Varrick and Masky, mouthing, “Are you seeing this?”

Astar noticed Addict took her gaze off of them and they snapped their heels together to catch her attention again. Their heels hit the floor on either side of her chair, catching the attention of the crowd again. Astar smirked as their hips lifted off the floor, hand dragging down their bare torso to their pants. They gripped around the bulge, head thrown back.

Trailing their hand back up their body, Astar sat up and stood. They took the belt back into their hands and pulled Addict out of her seat before leading her off-stage. The music died down and the crowd erupted into cheers. Astar smirked down at Addict’s flushed face, pulling her into a quick kiss while they weren’t being looked at. Then with the belt removed, Astar returned Addict to her table, smirking at the two men she accompanied.

“Here she is. Just as promised,” they playfully cooed. 

Masky narrowed his glare on Astar, tapping his fingers on the table. “So, why the get-up?”

Astar perked up, tracing the edges of the black tape decorating their torso. “What, this? It’s such a rare occurrence that I get to feel handsome. I wanted to show it off to you three~...” They purred, looking down at Varrick. “Did you both enjoy the performance? I know our Darling did.”

“A rare occurrence… At least you’re not like this all the time,” Varrick muttered, unable to look at a single inch of Astar after that performance.

They clicked their tongue, pulling out his chair enough to slide onto his lap. “Aww, is that your way of saying you didn’t like it? Or did you want a performance of your own?” They pressed up close to him.

Varrick’s breath hitched and he thickly swallowed despite how dry his mouth became. He wanted to hide the pitched tent in his jeans over this new revelation so he could forget the night ever happened. Astar wouldn’t ever let him forget though. “I-It’s neither of those bullshit reasons. Just-”

Astar hummed, slowly grinding on his thighs; The same as they did with Addict. “Just- not-”

“Not what?” Astar asked. “Did you want something else?”

Varrick’s face flushed red and he refused to answer. He only asked back, “The fuck do you have stuffed in there? A sock?”

Astar perked up again, standing quickly. “Oh, you want to see it? I had this packer custom made!” They turned back to the table and unzipped their pants. Masky tried to cover his face and not look directly at Astar as they shifted aside the leather and the tight briefs they wore. They showed off the red and white packer: realistic in shape, extended to insert in their pussy, and it hung in the air like a hard cock. “With it like this, it’ll never fall off no matter what I’m doing with it.”

Addict had covered her face and turned away, thoughts swirling with the idea of being under Astar like that. Varrick couldn’t help but stare, jaw again dropped. Masky shook his head. “You better shut that mouth before they find better use for it,” Masky warned.

Varrick’s mouth snapped shut, finally able to look away. “So… How much longer do you plan on looking like that?”

“A few days. Do you mind if I borrow some of your shirts?” Astar asked, tucking themself away again. They laughed at the resounding groan from both men.

[huniebunny]

So I am almost done with the request you sent to me and it has me in a ushy gushy, soft mood so could you do something with Addict and any person of your choice with any of these? ---->XXXX

[I'm too tire to format this rn, but there's nothing NSFW here. I tried using as many of the prompts as possible to challenge myself]

“I just don’t see why you have to be here,” Varrick growled, narrowing his eyes on Astaraith. He had a distinct plan to cheer up Addict and he didn’t want them interfering. Sure, the others also had plans to cheer her up, but he could have fought them off!

“She likes me. And, I’m the only one who knows how to set these events up without everyone murdering each other,” Astar hissed back. “Knowing the scoundrels who live around here, you all would have spent the time fighting instead of taking care of her.”

“I can take care of her! It’s what I’ve been doing since she was assigned to me!”

Astar rolled their eyes. “Were you really taking care of her? Or were you hiding her away because you were afraid someone else would have her?”

Varrick stiffened up, opening and closing his mouth before settling on. “She wouldn’t have survived without me-”

The door creaked open, stopping the argument from escalating further. Addict stood in the door frame, tiredly blinking at Varrick and Astar. “Is this… a bad time?”

“No-” “Yes-” Astar glared at Varrick, shoving him aside with their hip. Addict started closing the door again. Astar panicked and quickly reached out, settling their hand over hers on the doorknob. “You’re just a little earlier than we expected, Darling. You’re not interrupting anything.” They gently urged Addict to enter, leading her in with a hand on her waist.

She unconsciously melted into their touch, allowing them to lead her inside. The door was kicked shut and the two of them assisted in taking off her weapons and bags. Addict quietly thanked them and was again stopped before she could traverse further into the mansion.

“Varrick, set up with everyone, okay?” Astar requested with a grin. He grumbled before left without another word. “We’re going to get you cleaned up and pretty for everyone, okay?”

Confused, Addict slowly nodded. Astar took her hand and wrapped their free arm around her waist protectively as they led the way to a private bathroom. The door opened, and Addict could barely blush before Astar pushed her in and the door shut behind her. Eyeless Jack and Jeff both stood before her, shirtless, and she tried to hide her face behind her hands. But, a quick peek around didn’t do her current flustered state any favors. A steaming bath wafted the scent of vanilla and a medical kit laid open on the sink counter.

Jeff rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, easing his grip when he focused on her flinch. “C’mon, we don’t have the time for you to be shy. Get undressed. Not like we can really see it anyways.”

EJ elbowed Jeff in the side and made him turn around after Addict was seated. Addict relaxed a bit and began peeling off her clothes that stank with sweat, dirt, and blood. Jack grabbed some antiseptic and bandages. “Were you hurt?” He asked, kneeling in front of her. Her eyes widened and her blush deepened in color.

“Just a little bruised and cut up around my sides, but I’m okay…” She reported, lifting her arms so he could treat her wounds easier. Jack reached out and felt along her abdomen, smirking under his mask as her muscles flinched away from his cold touch. But as his fingers traced along the first cut, his smirk fell. His fingertips grazed over the scabbing before following the action with the antiseptic. He mumbled an apology as he cleaned up the cuts and followed with the waterproof bandages. Once he was done, he stood. Jeff took his place and offered his hand.

Addict blushed but felt safe that his nearsighted gaze was turned away from her. He helped her into the bath and sat on the floor beside the tub as Jack packed up and left. The two just spent some time in silence as she soaked up the warmth from the water. She already felt more relaxed than if she had taken the evening herself. She probably would have just found a quiet space to smoke. This was nice though. Did Astar plan all of this?

“So, what’s the special occasion?” She asked softly. Jeff coughed in response, but offered his hand again.

She turned in the tub and placed her hand in his. He ran his rough fingers along her palm as if thinking of how he should answer.

“Just noticed you’re working yourself to death,” he vaguely answered.

“And who’s everyone Astar mentioned?” Jeff remained silent for that one, pulled her hand closer to his face, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. His lips lingered over her skin, before he turned her hand over and pressed another kiss to her palm. His gaze wasn’t on her, but she stared at him. 

Her legs pressed together under the water. She bit her lip as her hand curled to cup his cheek. His scars rubbed against her skin in a way that should have been unnerving, but it only brought her more comfort. “I suppose I’ll find out then.”

“You have all the time in the world..” Jeff whispered against her wrist before letting go.

She cleaned herself up, tying her hair in a bun. Jeff handed her a towel and led her out to her bedroom, where Astar awaited her again. “Thank you, Jeff. I’ll take things from here~,” They purred. Jeff rolled his eyes but handed Addict off to them. Astar smiled at Addict and led her over to a vanity that was never previously in her room.

“How was your bath? Did they get you all patched up?” They asked, sitting her down as they grabbed a few combs and hair products. 

“Um, yeah. It was nice. Did you plan all of this?”

“I set it up so no one ignores you in their dumb possessiveness,” They explained taking down the bun and brushing through the tangles. They dried out her hair, and pulled it into a new up-do. Astaraith looked at them through the mirror and sweetly pulled back the edges still framing her face. They stepped around her chair and leaned against the vanity before cupping her face in their palms.

Addict couldn’t help the flush over her cheeks as Astar stared her down with a sultry adoration. Astar pulled her in and their foreheads pressed together. “And I would still do this for you even if you weren’t running yourself ragged.” With that, they stole a kiss from her lips before pulling back standing. “Now let’s get you dressed.”

Honestly, the choice in outfit made Addict blush. It was much more form fitting than she’d wear, but Astar pushed her towards the door when a knock sounded before she could argue to change into something else. She lightly glared at Astar then opened the door to see Varrick there. He sharply inhaled and his gaze slowly traveled along her figure that he rarely got to admire in full. Shallowly, and shakily exhaling, he clenched a fist behind his back. Astar was going to pay for this. But his eyes finally met hers again and he offered his free arm to her.

She followed him out, with his hand hovering behind her back as they entered the informal living area of the mansion. There, all of her friends and… romantic interests… sat. Varrick settled her onto the couch, beside Masky, before sitting down next to her. Astar made their way down as well, settling next to Hoody on the floor. The TV was set to her favorite movie.

Her eyes widened. Of course, she knew this was all for her, but she didn’t think realizing it would affect her this much. As the movie started, tears filled her eyes as relief and safety filled her being. It was too good to be true.

A hand silently slid against her palm and intertwined their fingers. She glanced down and followed the arm up to the white mask she’d grown to love. Just that one action made everything perfect.

[huniebunny]

Still Dear

[An extra short piece because the idea was too good to just ignore. Ruth belongs to the lovely @whaleofatjme1920]

[Word count: 328 words]

Ruth really didn’t want to be back here. The club brought too many bittersweet memories that she didn’t want to remember right then. They were still in the middle of a mission; They just needed a bit of reprieve. Theo disappeared after a while, and Ruth almost wanted to smile that he found his special someone. It was just her, Wallace, and Nyein at the bar.

She rested her head in her arms, trying to avoid being looked at or recognized. But a hand gently rested between her shoulders. Just her luck.

“It’s lovely to see you again, Ruth…” Astar said softly, standing close enough that Ruth could still hear them. 

She turned her head away, mumbling a weak pleasantry back. Astar sighed and removed their hand from her, ordering a glass of wine. The two of them were quiet, tensely stuck next to each other. Until something glimmered in the corner of Ruth’s eye. She lifted her head to see it better and her eyes widened at the gold chain hanging off their wrist. “You kept the bracelet I gave you?”

Astar blinked, swallowed their sip of wine, and twisted their wrist to see the bracelet. “Of course I did,” they admitted. “We may have ended on bad terms, but I still cherish the memories…”

A faint shade of pink flushed over their cheeks as they smiled softly. “You gave me feelings I hadn’t felt in so long. It was just dangerous for me to properly feel them, and you wanted something that I can’t give you.”

They turned to Ruth and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “There’s someone better for you. And there’s someone better for me too. Just know that I still hold you dear..” They leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Ruth’s temple then picked up their glass and backed away from the bar.

“Duty calls. And tell everyone I said ‘hello’.” They waved before disappearing into the crowd.

[huniebunny]

How about some OC asks? I'm bored

How thirsty are your OCs?

What is your OCs sexual orientation?

What age did they realize that they were said orientation?

Did they have an experience they consider their "sexual awakening?"

Do they tends towards people with a vagina or one with a dick when seeking sexual partners?

How often do they masturbate?

Do they ever use toys while masturbating?

Do they ever use toys during sex?

Do they prefer ass, tits, thighs, shoulders, or something else entirely as a characteristic they find attractive in others?

How vocal are they during sex?

How well do they communicate with their sexual partners?

Are they strictly monogamous or do they have a more open relationship?

If they have an open/poly relationship, do they have any boundaries for people they, or their partner(s), want to be with?

Have they ever had sex with multiple people?

How many people/partners have they had sex with at once?

Would they ever want to have sex with multiple people at once?

Top 5 kinks

Weirdest place they've had sex?

Preferred position?

Do they like to take charge in the bedroom?

How do they feel about oral?

Do they like to watch or be watched?

How shy are they with new sexual partners?

Do they like being restrained?

Do they enjoy double penetration of any kind?

How often are they unsure of what they want in the bedroom?

Do they like to be called degrading names (slut, whore, etc.) during sex?

Do they like to be called pet names during sex?

Are they into body worship?

Do they like to be praised?

How bratty are they?

What's the best way to get them aroused?

Are they into pain play?

Are they into breath or knife play?

What's the most adventurous thing they've tried during sex?

Have they tried something adventurous that they ended up disliking?

Have they tried something adventurous that they ended up liking more than expected?

Do they prefer the lights on or off?

Gentle sex or rough sex?

Do they prefer quickies or long sessions?

Do they enjoy having sex multiple times in one day?

Do they classify any particular type of sex as "love making"?

Top 5 turn ons

Top 5 turn offs

Is there any particular place they like to have special attention paid to (nipples, clit, g-spot, etc.)?

Do they ever need a certain kind of stimulation in order to get off?

Have they faked an orgasm?

Do they prefer multiple orgasms or are they one and done?

Do they like a certain kind of aftercare more than others?

How enthusiastic are they with their partners?

What do they consider foreplay?

Do they consider foreplay essential?

How much foreplay do they like to have?

Do they prefer to call it fucking, having sex, sleeping together, or something different?

Do they enjoy flings/hook-ups with no strings attached?

Have they ever had sex with a friend that caused the relationship to change?

Have they ever had sex with a friend and it didn't alter their relationship?

How do they feel about dirty talk?

How likely are they to use dirty talk?

Are they easily aroused?

What, if anything, do they fantasize about when they masturbate?

Do they ever fantasize or space out during sex, or are they more in the moment?

How comfortable are they talking about sex when outside the bedroom/in public?

Are they comfortable with discussing sex in general with strangers?

How much PDA are they comfortable with?

Are they willing to try things they're indifferent to if it's something their partner wants to try?

Do they have a "type" when it comes to sexual partners?

Do they have any anxiety around having sex with someone new?

How attuned to their partner's needs are they?

Do they have anything that they once considered a squick but is now a turn on?

[huniebunny]

Maybe a little too Flirty

[Warnings: Not Safe for Tumblr, minors dni]

[ @insane-horror-movie-addict @whaleofatjme1920 Thoroughly enjoy this y'all. Astar is such a sweet tease.]

This was probably an awful idea.

But Astar wouldn’t leave Addict’s head. It would have driven her crazy if it wasn’t for Masky muttering something about the beautiful person currently taking up space behind her eyelids. To say she begged for where she could find them was an understatement. Of course, she had to keep this information to herself. If Varrick found out, she’d receive the punishment of her lifetime.

Masky said that she could access Offenderman’s domain in the darkest areas of any city. And, thank the gods, she and Varrick were stationed just a few miles from one. She snuck away while he was out. She entered the city, perfectly unseen, and slipped into the nearest alleyway. Masky was vague about entering. Just something she had to feel, huh?

Addict thought back to meeting Astar as she walked further into the shadows. She remembered the way their fingers pressed in her cheeks as they tilted her head from side to side. She remembered the way their sultry voice filled her ears and how their words made her face heat up. Heat filled her cheeks again and she slapped her face to ignore the oncoming fluster that she’d kept at bay for far too long now.

It was then something dragged along her arms. Addict opened her eyes and realized that there was the slightest shimmering crack of light growing from the shadows. The shadows took a more solid form and swayed from her movements like curtains. Oh, she must have made it through.

She quickly passed the curtains and gasped at the new location. Red, Pink, Purple, and Black glittered from the floor to the ceiling. Curtains covered nearly all of the walls; the only breaks between each flowing fabric being a set of stairs that endlessly ascended. Chandeliers lit up the place like a fancy restaurant rather than a nightclub, the only real difference being the performances set up everywhere. Dancers were set up in protective cages on tables and a stage along the far side of the room where the performers showed off their sexual talents.

There were so many people and creatures that Addict recognized- Was that Jeff by the bar?!- And the place itself had her face as flushed as the lighting. The people working the floor were in all forms of dress and undress, winking at her as they passed her by. She couldn’t breathe, almost worried that there might be something in the scent of the place that would drive her deeper into insanity.

“Boo,” whispered in her ear. Addict resisted every reaction except for a flinch as she turned around to face the one person she meant to see. Astar grinned and cooed as they leaned down to her eye level. “I’m sorry, beautiful. But you’ve been standing here for the past five minutes with your mouth open.”

Addict blinked as she tried to force words through her mouth as she took in Astar’s scandalous attire. Was dancewear considered lingerie? Astar was in dagger heels, and rose lace stockings dressed up their legs. That all blended into a pair of white high-waisted shorts that left little to Addict’s imagination. Following that, the only saving grace was that Astar was wearing a solid black top with a single keyhole just under the collar. Astar laughed softly at Addict’s inability to speak and wrapped their arm over her shoulders.

“Well, since you’re here for a good time, I’ll take you somewhere quieter,” They insisted as they pulled her along. She numbly followed them up the never ending stairs, only barely surprised that they ended into a hallway. This nightclub was strangely bigger than it appeared.

Astaraith stopped at a door and urged Addict to enter first. She was first greeted with how large the room was. Fully expecting to be taken to a hotel styled room, she found herself in a well lived-in bedroom. A living area was set up to her right, a cozy, blanket covered couch facing a TV larger than anything she’s seen yet. There was a wall length bookshelf filled to the brim with decor instead of books. Everything was white, black, and accented in gold. Turning to her left, Addict found Astar climbing onto a king sized bed, set up a few inches away from the wall.

Astar motioned her to come closer and Addict robotically followed their silent order. She climbed onto the bed with Astar, who cupped her face in their palms and brought them into a kiss. Full of surprises, Astar was gentle with the kiss. Their fingers ran through Addict’s hair once she finally relaxed into the motions. They pulled away and their hands naturally glided down her shirt. “You’re so pretty with a blush,” they complimented as they lifted her shirt over her bust.

Heat enveloped their face over the compliment and the fact that Astar’s hands now cupped over her bra. “You’re just… so pretty…” Their tone dropped into a sultry whisper. “Let me show you bliss…”

“I- don’t know…” Addict started. She should say no. She should go back to Varrick before he found out she was gone. But Astar was working some kind of magic on her body as their hands lightly brushed over her heated skin. They were teasing her, only giving her a little taste of what they could provide. She whimpered a bit as they barely grazed over her most sensitive parts.

“Might I convince you?” They whispered, easing Addict onto her back. Their hands fluttered over her body, reaching down and reverently removing her boots. They thudded against the tiled floors. Trailing back up her body, slow and sensual, Astaraith removed her shirt. Their gray eyes flicked down to her bra, licking their lips. “May I?” They asked.

Addict gave a hesitant nod and Astar clicked their tongue. “I won’t keep going until you give me a verbal answer, darling.”

“You may…” Her voice was barely enough to push the affirmation out. But Astar took it.

Their hands slid under her back with a gentle order of lifting her chest. Bra now removed, Astar feasted. Their soft, plump lips kissed Addict’s breasts; Every inch they could reach would not go unmarked by their lipstick. They locked their gaze with Addict’s starstruck stare and sucked her nipple into their mouth.

Addict didn’t know what to do with her hands, burying them into her own dark hair as they watched Astaraith temporarily mark her breasts for the night. She whimpered, trying not to visibly shiver under Astar’s actions. The same was done to her other nipple and a louder whimper escaped her throat.

Astar giggled and released the skin from their lips. “Convinced yet?” Their fingernails lightly dragged down Addict’s stomach, sending chills down her spine. “Or do I need to keep going?”

Addict was about to nod again before remembering what Astar said. “Keep going…”

“You’re forgetting something, love…” Their finger rubbed pleasant circles just over the waist of her pants.

“Please,” She whimpered. Astar grinned and repositioned themself between her legs.

They unbuttoned and, in one swift move, pulled down both her pants and underwear. Addict gasped and tried to cover up, only for Astar to pin Addict back down. They cooed, patting Addict’s wrists next to her head. “Don’t be like that. This won’t be the last time I’ll see you like this..”

Addict bit her lip as they released her and spread her legs for a good look. It’s definitely not her first time fondling herself, but it would be the first time having a near stranger touch her like this. Astar caught her hesitant look and smiled, rubbing her thigh soothingly. “If you ever don’t like something, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Addict nodded in acknowledgement, trying to relax again.

Astaraith rubbed their hands down the back of her thighs, and skipped over their real goal to press their palms on Addict’s hips. They stilled their movements, looking up at Addict to ensure she was okay. She had gripped the sheet in anticipation for what they’d do. They smirked and slowly brought their hands down to her folds.

One hand settled over Addict’s pubic bone, their thumb brushing over her clit. She gasped and held back a noise. The other hand was out of Addict’s sight but their fingers were wholly present as they rubbed the outside of her folds. The gentle touch and teasing, slow motions were gratifying but maddening. Her hips twitched up into Astar’s hands. “Please, please…” She quietly begged.

Astar laughed softly but indulged her begging. They pulled open her folds and a finger slowly entered her. She groaned in relief before gasping again as Astar rubbed her clit in tandem.

This slow process would have driven her mad. Astar was being so slow and careful, forcing her to focus on everything they were doing to her. Even the way she was stretched out was deliciously slow. Nothing ever hurt with Astar. It was just pure pleasure. Addict couldn’t hold back a moan as Astar pressed their fingers up against something so blindingly good.

“I’m adding another finger..” And the stretch was so good. There was no pain, no burn, no discomfort. Then the speed was added in.

Addict breathed heavily as Astar fingered her pussy like a master. Her grip tightened on the sheets as every sensitive spot was touched, teased, and toyed with. She couldn’t hold back her whimpers and moans. They were targeting all the right places and Addict didn’t think orgasm could come so quickly.

Varrick bursted in, with a shout of her name. His eyes widened at the scene before him. Astar, knuckles deep in Addict, and Addict, on the verge of pure sexual bliss. His eye twitched as Astar grinned at him, not even bothering to stop what they were doing.

“Varrick, took you long enough. I’m just about done with her if you want a turn,” they offered, embarrassing the both of them with how casual they were making this.

Addict couldn’t keep her yelp down as Astar sped up their fingers, sending them over the edge. Her final moan was drawn out, milked for everything she was worth in front of Varrick’s eyes. Astar finally pulled out and shifted over to her side. But they still didn't allow her to cover up. They held her legs open to Varrick. “Go on… You know you want it..” They teased.

[huniebunny]

Y'know how Addict is always pretty submissive when it comes to being sexual? Well the one thing no one ever stops to think about is if Addict is really that submissive or if she is just acting it up a little.

I'm gonna be honest she is a huge switch. So just imagine the one time she is actually able to be in control over either Varrick or Astar and just completely wrecks them. Fortunately for Varrick and Astar, Addict knows how to use her mouth.....very well~

The even funnier part. They wake up the next day to Addict just acting like it never happened and if they ask she just kinda goes. "Huh? No idea what your talking about?" with a huge shit eating smirk on her face.

Ooooohhhhohohohoh!! Addict, you tease! Luckily Astar is just as much of a switch, so they can work with whatever Addict wants to do.

And for being a little shit afterward, it's safe to say she and Astar don't leave bed for a few more hours after~

Also when they're both feeling dominant and use that against Varrick. Masky teases him when he gets back "Oh, they totally pegged you, didn't they?" Is he talking about Astar? is he talking about both? Masky won't elaborate.