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“i am no good nor evil, simply i am. and i have come to take what is mine.”

Nun!Alastor x Demon!Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alcohol consumption, accidental luci praise fic?, blasphemous debauchery, desecration of catholic imagery, smut (vague i know but if the previous tags haven’t scared you… 😂) also not a brag but i think i accidentally put my whole pussy into this idk what happened but here we are 🥂**didn’t implement tag list to avoid shocking y’all to death**

word count: 5.1k

author’s note: *natalie portman voice* i never said i was a role model. this companion piece (<- first part linked here) is dedicated to darling @hazelfoureyes who gave me courage to let my freak flag fly — please accept this as my humble offer of gratitude; it’s been an honor to workshop this idea with you 😭 totally get it if this crosses a line for some (please skip, i promise it’s okay lol) but i couldn’t be more excited to publish this. for anyone willing to join us on the yellow brick road to hell you are welcome to link arms 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥 theme inspo from ethel cain 🏚️ i also made a playlist for the party if you wanna check it out ✨

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Samhain was always a peculiar time for Lucifer.

Though he could come and go as he pleased between realms — with the exception of Heaven, of course — the thinning of the veil was the only time of year he could feel Earth from Hell. The energy of realms converging wallowed in the air heady as incense, enticing his powers to rest just under his skin.

Or at least that’s how it felt. A not-unpleasant humming tension, aching to be released. It put him on edge, stirring him like a poker to hot coals as he fought to maintain his suave facade against the urge to succumb to the deeper power he normally held back with ease. It had never gone over well whenever Lucifer gave into the temptation…

Except for the year he accidentally created a mound of rubber ducks. What a charming fascination that had turned out to be.

Normally he would make plans to visit with one of the other Sins or confine himself to his workshop to keep busy (use your imagination), but this year Charlie was hosting a party at the hotel. A costume party. He had no intention of dressing up (the fear that no one took him seriously enough as-is not completely unfounded), but he did find the practice endearing. Little mortals disguising themselves to hide from ghouls and demons.

But he was Lucifer Morningstar, after all. Sinners and the like dressed up after him, not the other way around.

Exasperation pricked the king’s skin as Alastor suddenly came to mind, maintaining a perpetual state of unwelcome in Lucifer’s consciousness. He probably wouldn’t be dressing up either, the smug son-of-a-bitch. Every day is Halloween for that haunted sideshow, he thought bitterly with a laugh to himself, the sound echoing off the walls his only companion within the confines of the office — aside from the ever-present mass of ducks, of course.

The dilemma was still there when the laughter died though. Risk letting Charlie down by not dressing up and lumping himself in with Alastor by extension? Or don a costume and give the snarky demon and anyone else with a mocking eye the false impression of superiority? Lucifer groaned, running both hands through his bouffant platinum hair as he slumped forward at his desk.

How had it come to this, needing to choose between love for his daughter or himself? Consumed by the current problem, he failed to recognize that this was an issue typically at hand, even when he lacked venom behind it. He was making good progress when it came to Charlie, but as they say, old habits die hard. There had to be a compromise somewhere…

A minute passed.

Head between his knees, his eyes shot open with the thrill of inspiration and he sprang from his chair, decision made. The familiar handsome smile graced his lips as he sauntered to his bedroom where an untouched suit awaited him in the armoire. He wasn’t the sin of Pride for nothing.

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Intersecting somewhere between Halloween and New Year's Eve, the newly-added ballroom of the hotel was decorated to the gills, not a single inch of it lacking in festive flair. Angel Dust scoffed when a DJ had been suggested and happily provided a playlist for the party, which was either really smart or really crazy. Or both. Only time would tell, but so far there had been no complaints.

Sinners were piling in, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the establishment. The cacophony of conversation, laughter, and music filled the space with a liveliness Charlie hoped would be a more permanent fixture at the hotel. She and Vaggie had taken charge of greeting everyone at the entrance of the ballroom, receiving some surprisingly sincere compliments on their Glinda and Elphaba costumes. Any derogatory laughter or smirks were being pointedly ignored, both women knowing full well that they looked incredible.

When Charlie spotted her father approaching in the crowd, her smile faltered briefly. “Dad! I thought I told you this was a costume party,” she said tentatively, looking back to give Vaggie a silent plead to keep up with the greetings before focusing her full attention on Lucifer.

“Oh, honey, you look fantastic! Pink really suits you,” he deflected, eyes and voice sparkling as he held Charlie’s arms out to admire the glittering gown, looking every bit the princess she was.

She drew back, not unkindly, when he released her and wrapped her arms around her ribs self-consciously. Groaning, “Dad…”

It was quite impressive how she could admonish him with a single word without even meaning to. Must've gotten it from her mother, he thought absently, though Lilith wouldn’t know passive aggression if it slapped her on the ass.

Thinking on his estranged wife, it was a true miracle how Charlie had blossomed into the compassionate and brave young woman standing before him. Lilith, never afraid to lead the charge; himself, too trepidatious to take the risk. Yet somehow their daughter seemed to embody the best of them both, reflecting parts of himself that he didn’t know where there.

He could have wept on the spot, suddenly fit to burst with affection for her — no doubt another side effect of the day — but the angel quickly refocused when he saw Charlie’s nervous expression toward him and leapt into damage control.

“Whaddya mean, I am dressed up!” he managed to answer with his usual charm. With one hand he pointed at his extended horns, a flicker of flame glowing between them adorned with his delicate serpent crown. The other hand swooped in front of his red suit with a flourish. “You’re telling me this doesn’t pass as a credible devil costume? You know, I actually held back. Thought maybe it’d be too scary for your guests if I went all out.”

If keeping his flame low and eyes neutral counted as holding back, and not just the ones in his skull. People got squeamish around him whenever the amass of eyes on his crown and wings appeared. He didn’t blame them.

Lucifer was rambling now, a nervous laugh the cherry on top of his need to save face. Though somewhat of a loophole, he had found the idea to be rather clever. Then again, he was trapped in an echo chamber of his own thoughts so most ideas naturally fell into that category. Was it really such a letdown? He could’ve bailed altogether, nerves already desperate for solitude, but he wanted to try for her. Even if it felt like two steps forward and one step back when it came to Charlie, he’d keep aiming to get it right for as long as she’d allow.

“I actually think you look great,” Vaggie said smoothly, swooping in next to Charlie at the first break in the crowd. Lucifer would owe her for the rest of existence for the save. A debt he was more than happy to repay in whichever way pleased her best, making a mental note to discuss it later with the fellow angel. “It’s a lot better than what Alastor decided to show up in, anyhow.” The grimace on her face and in her tone was unmistakable.

Alastor had fucked up.

It took all of Lucifer’s willpower to keep his magic in check at the delight that shot through him. The PR mess regarding what would equate to mass murder, regrettably, didn’t ping his radar. But the thought of needing to rebuild the ballroom was just taxing enough to keep the impulse at bay.

He was about to ask what Vaggie meant when Charlie stepped in, playing devil’s advocate as usual (no pun intended). What his precious, well-meaning daughter saw in that undeserving creep, he’d never understand.

“He’s just getting into the spirit! You have to admit, it’s nice to see him mingling for once, he’s usually so—”

“Grotesque?” Lucifer offered.

“Conniving?” Vaggie added.

“Reclusive!” Charlie practically screamed, earning looks from a few demons within earshot. “Look, I won’t say that what he picked out isn’t… surprising, but I’m just really happy to see him join in on the fun. He’s been enjoying himself so far, so I want you guys on best behavior, all right?”

She said you guys but made solid eye contact with her father. Despite wanting to protest, Lucifer understood he was already off to a shaky start and conceded with a sigh, covered quickly with a debonair grin. Charlie didn’t know what a particularly big ask it was to be on best behavior tonight, but that was his burden to bear.

“Of course, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about! There are so many sinners here I doubt we’ll even run into each other.”

Famous last words.

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Lucifer tried to enjoy himself, he really did.

In the brief moments before his eyes found Alastor in the crowd, it had actually been a wonderful time. He was immediately awash in the admiration of his subjects, even managing to make some poor creature faint with a simple grin in their direction — though he had really laid on the charm with that one. Could he be blamed though? After ten millennia of habit, calling it compulsive would be an understatement.

Moments like this were a reminder of why it was good to get out of his office every now and then. Whether it was compliments on his look, praise for the fight with Adam, or outright solicitation for sex, Lucifer drank it all in; beaming as the crowd awed at the sight of fully extended wings he could no longer keep to himself. He really was the shit, wasn’t he? Being worshipped is truly unlike anything else, but it’s something to experience, not explain. All he knew was that he adored it.

It had been a devastatingly short-lived escape, the proverbial looming gray cloud — never too far away — returning as Lucifer’s gaze fell on Alastor. He had been scanning for the bar and stumbled on an atrocity instead. Just his luck.

The costume was a shocking choice to be sure, one that Lucifer might have even appreciated had it been on literally anyone else. But something about it on Alastor was simply… perverse. Leaving him with the struggle of trying to decide if it was the costume that was the issue or its inhabitant.

Was it the way the habit — embellished with red stitches on each side and the Cross of Saint Peter in the center — framed Alastor’s face, ears and horns still exposed with just a tuft of bang peaking out across his forehead? The pure white wimple that glowed like a beacon against the stark black surrounding it, casting an unusual grace upon the slender neck and broad shoulders underneath? Or how the tunic flattered the swell of his chest, the taper of his thin waist accentuated by the fabric swirling about his hips that flowed down over long, lean legs?

The demon, draped languidly over the bar, was chatting with Husker; the look on their faces was the most relaxed and natural Lucifer had ever seen exchanged between the pair, borderline flirtatious. Whatever the bartender said made Alastor toss his head back with a laugh, the exuberant sound of it piercing the angel’s chest like an arrow. How he had even managed to hear it so clearly over the music and the crowd was a miracle, or perhaps curse was more accurate. Still, the easygoing look on Alastor’s face as he came down from the laugh was bewitching, accented by a boozy flush and mischievous, heavy red eyes.

Insufferable.

The Radio Demon was in top form tonight, confidence radiating from him with such a forceful ease that the king could feel it even from his place across the room. He hadn’t noticed the literal sparks flying out of the pads of his fingers until he brought his hands up to tug at the collar of his shirt, which suddenly felt too tight. Fuck.

Taking it all in, Lucifer could feel the heat rising reluctantly in his face as he was consumed by a baffling mixture of lust and loathing.

All because Alastor decided to be a blasphemous piece of shit, he seethed, scowling as he narrowed his eyes at the sinner in question. Eerie, arrogant, pompous, constant pain-in-the-ass Alastor, riling him up like this? Lucifer had considered it number one on his list of impossibilities, caught completely off-guard by the rush of desire — if he had to put a word on it — for the ghoulish prick. An impulse he had never entertained nor wanted to feel in regard to the demon, but was there all the same.

“Samhain,” Lucifer cursed under his breath. The flame between his horns intensified, eyes prickling with the threat to change color. He took a breath, remembering Charlie.

Best behavior.

It was about as helpful as a bandaid over a bullet wound. This had to be a joke; a cruel, tasteless joke meant to provoke him specifically. Like he hadn’t suffered enough of those already in his long, long existence.

That was the only conclusion the angel could come to from his table near the bar, practically burning alive in his chair as he watched Alastor strutting around the ballroom in between breaks from the dance floor. Lucifer really had almost set himself on fire after catching Alastor in the middle of a sultry dance move with one of the guests, a rolling of hips he didn’t think Alastor was even capable of doing, let alone inflict upon someone. It took a double shot to mellow out when he found himself wondering what it would be like to switch places with that guest, though it did little to quell the growing ache coiling low in his abdomen.

There was a lull in the music and the crowd disbursed, quickly filling the empty space around the angel. Lucifer exhaled, somewhere between a groan and a laugh. Alastor had finally managed to dip out of his line of sight — not that the demon was forcing Lucifer to look — and the reprieve couldn’t have come at a better time; the solace of his absence coming over the angel like poultice to a throbbing wound. Despite being a couple drinks in now, the tension in his body was a ticking bomb. He needed the opportunity to try and decompress before he accidentally wrought havoc upon the denizens invited here by his daughter.

For at least the tenth time he entertained the idea of going back up to his room, if only to release some of the punishing energy pulsating through him, but he wasn’t confident that he’d return. The only thing holding him back was the promise he made to Charlie to be present and well behaved. And so, he remained committed to the confinement of the table he’d been bonded to for the last hour.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

In hoping to keep as much distance as possible Lucifer had unwittingly tipped Alastor off, landing the problem he was hoping to evade right in his lap. So to speak.

He always forgot that the demon could travel through shadow until it was too late. It’s just that he didn’t care to remember, not wanting to give Alastor even the tiniest bit of permanent space in his mind. Something he was actually too oblivious to realize he was already doing; they both were.

Alastor had of course noticed when Lucifer entered the room. Whether he wanted to was another thing entirely. Though it was to be expected, what with the dregs of Hell no doubt encountering royalty for the first time. Thankfully he had been at the bar with Husker, his captive bartender providing a welcome distraction with a joke about how his drink was going to cost a few Hail Marys. There were reasons Alastor kept him around, after all, beyond the obvious. Surly as he was, Husk had the capacity to be quite funny when the mood struck. He wasn’t on the clock tonight, but he was the only one Alastor trusted to pour his drinks.

He could feel the glare beating down on him from that moment on, focused on him wherever he went. So he laid it on, making rounds and fluffing up the guests who were all too eager to devour his attention. It had been especially fun seeing the quick shock of flame in the corner after he showed off a risqué dance move, all for his majesty’s entertainment of course. If the spotlight was going to be forced on him, why not perform? But after an hour the joke was growing stale, and so the demon came to the conclusion that he’d have to be the one to bridge the gap.

Lucifer jumped at the shock of Alastor’s melodic voice coming from behind him, transmuting the glass in his hand into a duck without meaning to with a pop; amber-colored liquor swirling around within the confines of its new shape. Lucifer couldn’t decide what pissed him off more, the jump scare or the magic trick. The not-so-secret third option being Alastor’s proximity to himself, the heat from their bodies mingling in the small space between them.

“Fuck! You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve sneaking up on me like that. I’m liable to make it a killing offense,” Lucifer sneered, tossing a napkin over his new little creation before anyone else could notice it. “And I haven’t been admiring you. I’m just, uh, keeping an eye on things! Besides, a king shouldn’t mingle with the general population. Might give off the wrong impression.”

Sealed with crossed arms and a smug, toothy grin, it would’ve made for a decent enough comeback had it not been for the slip up.

A dear old friend to Alastor, the slip up.

The expression on his face sharpened with a malicious instinctual ease as an idea unfurled in his mind. Lucifer was so obviously perturbed by him, the attempt he made at concealing it was almost endearing in a pathetic way. Though he was always in a pathetic way to Alastor, dark gums revealed in his ominous smile as his scheme took shape. He leaned in low, lips nearly grazing the angel’s skin as he spoke; his ear twitched at the catch of Lucifer’s breath from the action. He was so fucking obvious.

How humiliating.

“Is that so? Well, if you’re merely killing time here, might I suggest a bit of… sport?”

Lucifer flinched, pulling his face away to glare up at him. He couldn’t be insinuating what the angel thought he was, could he? It would be a bold — deadly — move even under normal circumstances. And tonight was anything but normal.

Something was clearly in the air for Alastor too, if the fraternizing Lucifer had witnessed for the past hour was any indication (not realizing he had been the cause). He was known to have a flirtatiousness about him when he drank, but there was a different edge to it this evening. Lucifer was beginning to wonder if the costume was fueling his narcissism. Obscene.

“Well, your majesty?” Alastor goaded, radio filter frazzling as he leered down. To Lucifer’s chagrin, bedroom eyes looked good on him, the rotten bitch. “If not, I’m more than happy to leave you to your sulking.”

That was a lie and they both knew it, the tension so charged between them the air might combust at any second. Given the king’s proneness to accidents tonight (and the literal open flame above his head) it wasn’t an impossibility.

As they locked eyes, some silent declaration was sent, though neither had received the same message. Or perhaps they did and therein was the problem, dooming them to be forever caught in this stubborn battle of wills.

Lucifer tried — and failed — to ignore the portion of himself that, apparently, had been eager for the opportunity. He could give in… if only to set some boundaries on who was always the winner in this pissing contest. The smoky trace of whiskey lingering on Alastor’s breath caused Lucifer’s nails to dig into the flesh of his palm, golden pinpricks of blood rising in the wake.

A proposition now effectively ratified.

The Body and the Blood…

How sentimental.

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“Haaahh…! Mmmnn — ahh!”

“Fuck…”

It started off as a joke like so many things do when you’re scared shitless of vulnerability.

An insult here, a dare to chase it. Contemptuous eyes poorly concealing the desire simmering underneath. An angry meeting of mouths, all tongue and teeth and claws. The clattering of miscellaneous items being recklessly swiped off a table.

Glass shattering.

More insults.

A bite to the lip drawing blood, tangled breath filling in the needy gaps awaiting any touch they could get. The first shared moan ringing in ears before scorching its way down, stoking the molten ache roiling in the gut, desperate to envelop them both and leave nothing but frayed nerves behind.

Caressing, pulling, gripping, grinding, biting…

The party supply room was hot, air humid with sweaty musk and the steam of heaving breaths, the sounds of the party resonating on the other side of the wall. Inside were hisses through clenched teeth, groans of ecstasy; slick skin coming together then pulling away with the magnitude of storm-heavy waves crashing and receding on the shore.

The tunic covering Alastor’s torso did little to comfort him, stripped as he felt. In fact, the habit was still on too, the only piece of clothing torn from him being the wimple in order to free the expanse of his neck. Lucifer had spent quite a bit of time there, marking it well with harsh love bites and languid strokes of his forked tongue.

He was laid out beneath the angel, open mouthed and florid, vaguely coherent as his king fucked him senseless; seemingly determined to conquer the demon as wholly as possible. A task at which he was succeeding, if he hadn’t done so already; though to be fair he had never stood a chance against Lucifer. Not tonight.

Alastor hadn’t spoken a proper word in minutes, reduced to communicating through moans, groans, and sharp intakes of breath. Quite the accomplishment considering he was such an articulate fellow.

Lucifer didn’t know it yet, but he would be haunted by the memory of seeing Alastor’s eyes roll to the back of his head once he found the pace he was currently keeping; deep and steady, just fast enough to stay ahead of the desperation that was never too far behind.

So tight…

The demon almost looked sweet, splayed out below him like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. It was a nice change considering the sneer that normally painted his face. But seeing him like this, brows knit and face flushed, the tuft of bang soaked into his forehead…

In this moment, Lucifer truly felt like a God.

He certainly looked like he could be, his demon form fully unleashed. He always felt such relief in this state. It was exhausting holding himself back, and not just today. Something he did all the time, not out of concern or ease for others, but because he had difficulty grappling with his station. Not that he’d give it up — hell no. But the burden of leadership was exactly that. Lilith had known it too, all too happy to take the reins until she wasn’t. He’d been happy to let her… until he wasn’t.

Maybe it was the melding properties of Samhain surging through him, but he could swear he felt a shifting. What good did it do for him to hide himself away? There was actually plenty of proof to the contrary. Why should he hold himself back? He was Lucifer Morningstar. Hell was his domain, and all its inhabitants needed a reminder that he was to be revered.

The Radio Demon could be their martyr.

Why else had he offered himself up like one? And the image suited him well.

“I showed the Nazareth all the kingdoms of the world before they crucified him. What do you see, Alastor?” Lucifer growled, voice thick and smug with authority. He leaned down to nip and lick at the skin of Alastor’s open jaw, still whipping his hips at a relentless pace.

Even with eyes closed — too much effort, they were so heavy to keep open — Alastor could see him perfectly, the image of Lucifer seared into his mind. Eyes. Glowing red eyes to match the flame roaring between his fully formed horns and the apple that topped his serpent crown like a sparkling ruby. Leering, all-seeing eyes on seraphim’s wings.

A fanged grin so self-satisfied it was like looking directly into the sun.

A God.

It burned him to admit it.

But the wanton moan that tore through Alastor’s chest pierced the room, coming on so quickly he never stood a chance at restraining it. The words spilling from Lucifer’s mouth in deep rumbles threatened to unravel the meager hold Alastor had left on his dignity. Absent claws bit into the flesh of the demon’s thighs as the angel momentarily hitched from the way Alastor clenched around him, hot and greedy as if needing to milk him for all he was worth.

The king let out a husky laugh in response, latching onto a particularly enticing patch of Alastor’s neck where it met the shoulder; reveling again in the salty musk that coated his tongue before biting down, filling his mouth with the satisfying taste of iron.

Alastor opened his mouth in a soundless plead, his mouth and throat dry from exertion. Impossible as it seemed, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes; his painfully hard and untouched dick throbbed, weeping against his stomach and into the fabric of the tunic. It was too much… He was too full, too surrounded, too helpless.

Consuming.

Yes, that’s what it felt like.

He had never been on the opposite side of it before.

And despite it all, he could feel his orgasm pooling low in his belly, balls painfully full and tight. That gnawing tension yearning for relief as Lucifer’s thick arousal punished his spongy core. Once the angel pulled away from his neck, Alastor couldn’t help but reach down to touch himself, so in need of climax he didn’t care what it took to get it.

Lucifer roared at the sight, cock twitching as his own release threatened to spill, but managed to hold it back. Delicious as this was to witness, he couldn’t let Alastor get to the finish line just yet; his pointed tail coming around to snatch the demon’s hand away as he pulled out, exhaling with a strained grunt.

The sudden absence of both sensations left Alastor to writhe in frustrated ache, practically sobbing through gritted teeth at the loss, which Lucifer mercifully tried to soothe with languid kisses and nips to the demon’s inner thigh. He wasn’t a completely unfeeling Lord, after all.

He just needed one last thing before letting them both attain the high they so desperately wanted, his eyes shifting back from radiant flame to red and yellow with a blink as he wrapped his hand around Alastor’s angry, dripping length. It wouldn’t be long now, the poor creature was so hard and wet to the touch.

Alastor cried out, regaining some semblance of himself as he unconsciously bucked into Lucifer’s unmoving hand; his mouth made a sticky sound as he swallowed hard, moisture finally returning to his parched throat.

“Luci…fer… please — I can’t…!” Alastor practically tore the words out between heaving breaths, tears burning his skin as the shame of needing to beg deepened his rosy blush to an intense red.

He hadn’t expected the demon to beat him to the punch, unable to fight the grin of victory painting his lips as his eyes resumed their fearsome glow. Benevolently rewarding Alastor with a few firm strokes, he relished the lewd, wet sound of it joining the chorus of his subject’s carnal whimpers. Lucifer bent down and flattened his tongue, giving a slow wide lick to Alastor’s leaking cock from base to head, finishing with an obscene slurp. How could he possibly have denied himself such a precious offering?

A pleased hum rumbled in Lucifer’s chest when Alastor slung an arm over his face, gossamer strings of spit between his lips as he shuddered, “Oh god… fuck…”

That would work.

Lucifer buried himself back into Alastor’s enticing heat, continuing his ministrations as his hips set a slow pace. A mewling groan spilled from the demon’s mouth, hips rolling to meet each of the angel’s thrusts. Lucifer’s peak was quickly approaching, too lost in the divine feeling of Alastor’s body surrounding him, already lamenting the thought of being finished.

“You poor thing… Did I fuck all the attitude out of you?” the angel taunted, golden blood dripping down the side of his mouth from the force of his smile.

No longer capable of holding it back, the orgasm crashed through Alastor with the force of an avalanche, heart threatening to burst through his chest; the sound of its rapid pounding nearly drowning out his own scream of rapture. He spasmed so tightly that the king had to still himself, the grip on him almost painful. Hot, thick cum shot onto the demon’s stomach and Lucifer’s hand in gratifying spurts as he stroked him through his high, desperate for every drop he could wring out.

Inspired by the mess in front of him, the angel pulled out and brought one of Alastor’s hands to him, guiding him until he felt life twitch back into the demon’s fingers. The grasp was a little too harsh, Alastor perhaps using this as a chance for revenge if the look in his eye was any indication, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could take this conquest from him. It wasn’t long before Lucifer was rutting into the demon’s hand, groaning through clenched teeth as his face twisted up before spilling himself into Alastor’s palm.

Lucifer gave himself a moment to revel in the bliss of their debauchery before cleaning them up with a snap of his fingers. He was too worn out to put more effort into it than that, and hey, got the job done, didn’t it?

They were still trying to catch their breath when they finally locked eyes, the post-coital sobriety already at work. Alastor’s ears flattened as he glared at the angel, a rare grimace on his lips.

“No one knows about this. Understood?” he threatened, the static crackling in the air around him.

“Ha! Who do you think you’re talking to? Now I know I fucked you stupid.”

Their fistfight didn’t last long, but provided a great cover for their absence when they stumbled back to the bar in desperate need of a strong drink.

So much for best behavior…

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“How did you do it by the way, the last temptation of Christ?” Alastor couldn’t believe he was asking, the bitterness clear in his voice, but he figured it might be his only chance to find out without seeming too curious.

It took Lucifer a second to process the question, an easy smile spreading across his face. “Oh what, showing Jesus the world? I just whipped out a map*.”

Insufferable.

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ps: don’t worry, alastor was prepped before getting railed lol it just happened off screen 🫠

*biblically accurate if you can believe

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ghost-in-the-hall · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 4: Bondage (Mountain x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 4 of Kinktober! I love my big boys, Mountain is absolutely divine in every way, this was so fun I hope you enjoy! 🖤

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, Bondage, soft dom Mountain, praise, fingering, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, size kink if you squint, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, Fem! Reader, AFAB! Reader, use of good girl, swearing, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any!

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You squealed at the feeling of Mountain's enormous hands sliding over the curve of your ass, you pulled the collar of his shirt to bring him closer for another kiss. You sat straddling his lap, the movie you had put on long forgotten background noise as the two of you made out in his dimly lit quarters. You hum seductively as you roll your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a soft groan from your partner. "Someone's getting excited." You giggle, wiggling your hips in a way that makes Mountain's breath audibly catch.

"Can you blame me?" He asks, his eyes dark with lust. He gives your ass a gentle squeeze, hungrily eyeing you. His lips trail over your neck, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver. "You always make it so fucking hard to keep my hands off you Sunbeam." He groans. You moan softly as he nips at your skin, taking his time to stop and leave a trail of dark love bites in his wake. "Such a pretty little thing you are, and you're all mine." He remarks with a pleased sigh. You squeak as he effortlessly flips you underneath him, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, your fingers gently running over the soft skin of his stomach with familiarity. You smile against his lips as you trace down his happy trail, the metal button of his jeans cold against your fingertips. He pulls back slightly with a chuckle. "Now who's excited, hm?" You couldn't help but blush at his teasing tone.

"I want you." You whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"So impatient Sunbeam." He pretends to pout. "How am I supposed to have any fun with you?" Despite his playful demeanor it was importable to miss the mischievous glint in his eye. He gently caresses your face, his claws sharp as he holds your chin in his hand. "If only there was some way to ensure you keep your hands to yourself." He pretends to think. You feel your heart start to beat faster, looking up at him seductively.

"Any ideas, Mount?" A smile slowly spreads across your face as you feel a vibe start to wind its way around your ankle.

"Maybe one." He admits coyly. "Sunbeam?"

"Green light." You chirp.

"Remind me of our safe word." He instructs with a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Cosmos." You smile.

"Good girl," he grins down at you. "Let me know if any of these get too tight, sweetness." Mountain focuses, using his Earth Ghoul magic to cause vines to grow in his room. They wrapped around your wrists and ankles at a tantalizing pace. Seemingly satisfied with his work, Mountain asks you one more time for your color before getting started. His hand ghosts over the inside of your thigh, the tiny shorts you had on giving him unrestricted access to your soft, pillowy skin. You couldn't stop a shiver from running down your spine as his lips brushed over your leg, placing delicate kisses everywhere he could reach. He pushes up your shirt, kissing a trail up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your collarbones. He removes your clothes as much as he can in your restrained position causing you to laugh. His eyes meet yours, both of your faves cracking into bright smiles as you giggled together.

"It doesn't need to come off, it just needs to be out of the way." He reminds you of his usual mantra whenever you are tied up, both of you are too impatient to take the time to remove your clothes. "You look so pretty all spread out for me." He coos with a sharp smile.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask softly. Mountain obliges instantly, leaning down so his lips could meet yours. You nipped at his bottom lip, he chuckled at your playfully defiant action. Kisses trail along your jawline as he runs his massive paws over your exposed torso. Mountain's hands were warm, a delightful contrast to his slightly chilly room, as they massaged the muscles in your thighs. Your back instinctually arches off the bed aa his hot breath fans over your chest. You could tell from his slow, languid movements that he was planning on taking his time with you, planning on driving you almost to the brink of insanity before fully enveloping you in pleasure only he could provide. He drags a claw through the valley of your breasts, tracing along one of their curves before taking it in his hand. You moan softly as Mountain gently pinches the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers. You squirm against the restraints, trying to push your body further into his, desperate to touch him.

"My poor baby." Mountain chuckles, pushing your hips down into the bed as he drops his mouth to your breast. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple, soothing the dull ache from his fingers. He pulls off of you with a soft pop, blowing softly on the damp flesh causing you to whine at the sensation. "I hate to break it to you, Sunbeam, but you have a long night ahead of you if you're already this worked up." He returned to assaulting your senses, delighted by the soft cries that fell from your lips as he covered your body in love bites. He squeezes your thigh, fingers trailing up the inside of your leg until he is aggravatingly close to your soaked core before moving them away again.

"So mean, Mounty." You pout, knowing your attempts were futile.

"Uh-uh, little one," he tuts, grabbing your face in his hand. "You know you're not going to get rewarded acting like that." His threat only caused you to become more aroused. He smirked as he watched you try and pull your legs together, desperate for any type of contact. He situates himself between your legs, sliding his arms around your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He places sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your bare skin, alternating with a few bites here and there to ensure no area was left unmarked. You cry out as he licks one firm, long stripe over your clit without warning, your back arching off the bed as he still held your hips completely still. Mountain let's out an obscene groan as the taste of you coats his tongue. Your eyes meet his, the sight of his blown pupils making his normally warm brown gaze pitch black as his senses are entirely consumed by you. He doesn't hesitate before diving back in, one taste of you alone enough to drive him over the edge. He roughly sucks your clit into his mouth, drawing various shapes over the bud with his skilled tongue. Your first instinct was to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, only to be snapped back in place by the wines that held your wrist. Mountain growled, your focus returned to him with a whine. You knew that look he had. That look meant that you're not going anywhere until he's finished with you. He teased your entrance with his fingers, humming against you as he felt how utterly soaked you were. "So pretty, my Sunbeam." He lays his head on your pillowy thigh, your arousal dripping off his chin. He drank in the sight of you; your face flushed, your hair sprawled haphazardly across the pillows, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you tried to slow your breathing, Mountain couldn't remember a time when you had looked more beautiful.

"Mounty," you whine, "please."

"Have you been good, Sunbeam?" You nod, his sharp fangs glint in the soft light. He notices tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. He sunk his long fingers into you, you keened at the sudden fullness, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watches your expression carefully as he gives you a few preliminary pumps, prepping you to take all of his massive length. He presses one of his large hands flat against your pelvis, allowing him to assault the soft spot inside you that had your vision going black around the edges.

“Mountain.” You sob his name as you feel pleasurable pressure building in your core. You strained against the vines that held you in place. Mountain’s praise crackled like static in your ears as your climax ripped through you, you screamed in pure ecstasy as his fingers fucked you through your high. Mountain was an absolute master at his craft. Expertly tipping you over the edge repeatedly until he reduced you to a sobbing, writing mess beneath him.

You feel his thumb run softly over your bottom lip, puffy from a mixture of his ferocious kisses and you biting at it to attempt, and fail, to keep quiet. “My beautiful Sunbeam, you look just about spent.” He chuckles, caressing the side of your face. You sleepily shake your head.

“Not until you’re satisfied.” You try your best to wink at him, both of you a mess of flustered giggles. You feel the vines loosen around your wrists and ankles, Mountain carefully massages each spot, checking to make sure you’re alright.

“Think you have one more in you, love bug?” You hum softly, reaching out and finally taking your lover in your arms. Your voice cracks in a moan as he eases himself into you. “Fuck you feel so good.” He groans, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your fingers tangle into his hair, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly fucks you. Mountain was a moaning mess in seconds, repeatedly telling you how good you felt and how well you were taking him. You pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, your soft gasps only edging his own climax closer. He was so gentle with you, a sharp contrast from the man who just had you cumming on his tongue and fingers for the past hour. His pace slowly increased until his hips suddenly stuttered to a stop, you moan at the feeling of him finishing inside of you. You hiss slightly as he pulls out of you. Mountain collapses on the bed next to you, opening his arms for you. “Come here Sunbeam, I’ll help you clean up in a minute. You nuzzled into his warm chest, the smell of warm musk and damp earth filling your nose. Mountain strokes your hair as he holds you close to him, you find yourself completely relaxed as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you more, Mount.” You smile up at him.

“I love you most.”

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dwritesit · 1 year ago

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this was supposed to be just a ramble about t4t phantom dew scissoring but it turned into a whole. thing.

unedited, i just wrote this on my breaks at work today lol

tags?: trans ghouls, cunt/pussy/clit/dick/tit used to describe their anatomy, scissoring, puppy as a petname, looots of petnames for tommy

word count: 3244

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dew coming back from a trip, an errand that ifrit used to take care of and is now dews responsibility. he's tired, pent up from having to go alone, and he misses his mates so much that it drags at him - but its late when he arrives at the abbey so he knows he's going to have to wait until morning for any sort of pack cuddles or... more than that.

he heads right for his room, fumbling to balance all of his belongings while he pushes the door open, and he's met with the most delectable sight.

he nearly drops his bags when the scent hits him like a punch to the nose. lavender and mint, electric on his taste buds as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. the scent burrows into dews gut, quickly burning into heated desire as sweet whimpers tickle his ears.

"what's this, puppy?" dew will ask, slowly setting his things down.

phantom whines at the name, his hips still thrusting against the pillow like an invisible force is moving them. the quintessence ghoul’s cheeks are blotchy, hes been crying, wailing as he gets close to the edge but can never reach the finish line. he didnt register dew at first, so lost in his heat, in the sensation of dews pillow against his little dick, but as soon as he realizes dew is there, the fire ghouls name is flying off his tongue like a reverence.

dew takes in the sight before him. phantom, bare as the day he was summoned, his lilac and white patched skin glinting with sweat. his plush lips were swollen, they looked bitten, chewed with worry as the poor ghoul tried desperately to catch his release and was met only with more need. dark hair, streaked with white at the front was a mess, poking out in all different directions. what really caught dew was phantoms eyes. how his furrowed brow scrunches and precious tears continue to tumble down his soft cheeks as the fire ghoul stares at him.

"please," phantom says shakily. his hips slow, and dews breath catches in his chest as he admires the large, dark patch on his off-white pillowcase. it wont come out, he already knows, its going to smell of the quint ghoul's desire for him until theyre long gone from the earth. dew doesnt care. he plans to shove his face in the pillow after the night is over and breathe it in while he touches himself.

it burns through him, lust, need, want, desperation. like he's pulling phantom's emotions off his shoulders and adding them to his own. it makes him feel lighter, and he wants to pounce and ravage and take the sweet ghoul apart, to make him cry. equally, it fills him with warmth. with passion, love, makes him feel gooey inside to find one of his mates waiting for him like this - that phantom had missed dew just as he had missed him.

so he moves slowly. though his quickly stiffening clit spasms in his boxers. he takes his time, keeping eye contact with phantom, who is beginning to look more curious than distraught, as dew sits down on a bench across from the bed to untie his boots.

phantom stills himself, watching the fire ghoul, waiting for instructions and dew knows it. the room is quiet, and dew also knows how the other ghoul tends to squirm against the lack of rules. hed be desperate to know what sort of game dew is about to play - maybe he will be patient and wait for dew to tell him what is going to happen, or-

"im sorry," it's almost a whisper, voice coarse probably from crying. it makes dew wonder why none of the other ghouls had gotten to the room first, they must have heard the shouts of pleasure throughout the entire hallway lined with their separate bedrooms.

dew clicks his tongue as he slides one boot off and then moves to the other, taking his eyes away from phantom to focus on his task. there was a wet patch spreading through his own underwear, making his fingers shake against the strings. he cant wait to take phantom apart.

"sorry for what, baby boy?"

phantom whines, "your pillow, dewy. i ruined your pillow."

the other boot comes off and hits the floor with a loud thud. dews tail flicks at the nickname he only allows this puppy to use.

"that's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. its just a pillow," dew says as he stands. he shucks off his jacket and tosses it over a chair, but leaves the rest of his clothes on as he approaches the bed. he watches phantoms eyes flick up and down his body, a silent question as to whether or not dew planned to stay clothed. dew doesn't answer it.

"why didn't you ask one of the others to help you? you're in heat." he says instead, and phantoms eyes well up again in response, "did you miss me?"

phantom nods fervently, catching his lower lip on one of his fangs in an attempt to not cry.

"just-just wanted you. needed- need you. it hurts"

dew understands this; many of the ghouls' heats often craved for a specific partner in the beginning, sometimes craving the mate they hadn't been with in a while, or in dew's case, it was always rain who he was bonded with. the heat doesn't settle until it gets what it wants.

dew reaches out to stroke phantom's cheek, and the quintessence ghoul leans into his hand heavily, a crackling purr kicking in instantly as he nuzzles dews skin. dew's own purr spurs to life, filling the silence with their rumbles. he feels good. being needed, being missed. and phantom's openness, some might call naïve, but to dew it was beautiful. the quint ghoul unburdened by shame, wearing all of his emotions on his pretty features, not yet instilled with the insecurities and fears many of the other ghouls gathered during their time on earth. a part of dew aches, remembering how he had once been just as vulnerable, splaying his heart out for all of his lovers - he's grateful for their patience with him now. he's grateful for this ghoul in front of him who doesn't even know yet that one might judge the display of emotions.

"need me to take care of you, sweet bug?" dew asks, bringing his other hand up to cup phantom's face. phantom nods in the hold, his body squirming under dew's watchful eyes. the fire ghoul considers what the next step is, should be. phantom often enjoyed when dew was mean, the back of a hand against his cheek, but tonight felt heavier than that. thick with more than just lust, softer around the edges.

"are you going to be good for me?" dew asks, taking step back, a shiver running down his spine as phantom chases his touch. the way he needs him makes possessiveness spark inside dews chest.

"always," phantom promises. dew takes another step back, just so he can see all of phantom before him. still poised on his knees, cunt pressed to the pillow. dew can tell he's itching for more friction, lilac tail hitting the mattress in quick succession.

"always good for me," dew says, "show me then."

"show you?" phantom tilts his head to the side cutely.

"show me how you were before i got home, tell me what you were thinking about."

phantom swallows visibly, nodding as he mentally prepares, "no teasing right?"

"i wont tease you tonight, sweet bug. just want to see how beautiful you are when you're so desperate for me."

phantom flushes at the words and nods again, more eagerly, "i was..." he grinds down on the pillow softly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment at the sensation, "i was thinking about you... missed you so much."

"did you miss my cock, baby?" dew gently palms himself through his pants, they were almost soaked through already.

phantom shook his head, "n-no, i mean - yes! always... but i wanted-want just you."

dew stares as phantom rolls his hips down harder. his little patch of hair above his slit is glistening with his slick, the puffiness of his lips are mesmerizing as they drag across the fabric. dews desire to grab and devour is almost as strong as his want to take his time with the other ghoul.

"i was thinking about that-that time when i felt- shit, felt you against me," phantoms words trail off into a moan. dew steps forward, unable to stop himself from lifting phantom's chin so he can swallow the sounds off of his tongue. he kisses him greedily; slow and deep, savoring his sharp, electric flavor, phantom continuing to let out sweet little noises into dew's mouth as he ruts against the pillow. when he lets go, phantom keens loudly.

"can we please?"

"please what, baby boy?" dew knows what.

"dewy, i need to feel you. i need it. it hurts, please."

dew kisses him again, filthier this time, until there's spit dribbling down his chin. he moans into it, which spurs the other ghoul on further, "you need to feel my pussy on yours?"

phantom cries out, hips stuttering at the words, more weak than even dewdrop is to dirty talk. dew knows it, revels in it.

"please, please!" phantom begs.

"want me to ride your sweet little cunt like last time?" dew emphasizes the words by reaching down between them to slide his fingers between phantom's folds. the quintessence ghoul ruts up into his hand, covering it in slick, moans growing louder. the whole abbey must know what they're up to by now. dew grins, thinking about how the other ghouls would be begging for every detail in the morning, probably jerking themselves to all of phantom's desperate noises.

"you have to let the pillow go and help me undress if you want it. can you do that for me, puppy?"

phantom nods quickly, but his body is reluctant as he slowly takes the pillow out from between his thighs. dew lets him take his time, shaky fingers pulling at his shirt buttons and struggling with his zipper. he knows phantom wants to earn it, wants to be good for him, so he lets him. praising him as he goes, drinking in the sight of his blushed cheeks, his wagging tail.

the room is thick with both of their scents by the time dews clothes are fully removed and tossed to some corner. they both breathe it in, phantom's sharp heated scent; the lavender and mint - and dew's beach campfire, salt and smoke. he likes the way they intertwine with each other, so different that they never fully homogenize, but its exciting the way he can taste both of them on the air.

phantom is staring at dew, between his thighs where the fire ghoul is now on display. he's waiting for permission.

"want to touch?" dew asks.

phantom licks his lips, "want to taste."

so dew lets him. he kneels onto the bed before settling back against the headboard. his thighs part, skin already shiny, his cunt aching. phantom wastes no time before diving in, licking up between dews folds, sucking his clit, lapping at his slick. a cacophony of moans and cries leave dew's tongue, forcing down embarrassment because he wants to bare himself open for phantom, wants him to know how good he makes him feel. phantom swallows it down, becomes more eager he louder dew gets.

a barrage of praises fall off dew's own tongue, and he grasps at phantoms hair, shoving him deeper, "that's it, baby, you're so good at this. making me feel so good, fuck."

he lets phantom up for a moment, and the quintessence ghoul is grinning, face covered in dew from his nose to his chin. his dark tongue swipes around his mouth, wiggling his ass in the air. then hes dropping back in again, his tongue poking at dew's hole before sinking inside and fucking in and out. dew shouts with pleasure, phantoms nose pressed against his clit as he licks inside him.

dew's gut tightens. he gently tugs on phantom's horn to bring him up, he doesn't want to finish like this. phantom looks drunk when he rises for the second time; pupils completely blown out, covering his bright gold irises almost completely, and he's whining while one of his hands slithers between his own legs.

dew replaces that hand with his own, teasing phantoms hard nub, its raw and sensitive, and he brings their mouths back together. the taste of himself fills his senses, electric campfire as he sucks his slick off of phantom's tongue. dew nips at his lips, adding sweet metallic to the spice, and phantom gives into all of it. gives all of himself to dew as he grinds into dews hand.

"you're so lovely," dew says against his lips.

"i love you," phantom cries in response.

dew cant help but smile into their kiss, fangs clicking together, "i love you too, sweetness."

"need you now, need to cum." phantom's breathing is erratic, his clit twitching in dews hand.

dew nods. he tries not to show it, wanting to remain calm and steady for his mate, but he needs it just as bad. he craved touch the whole weekend he was away.

"lay back for me, sweetheart. there you go,"

phantom lays back on the bed, head propped up with a pillow, one leg raising at the knee instinctively knowing what is coming. dew smiles at the beautiful vision before him.

"look how wet you are," he says, eyeing the way phantoms thighs have slick dripping down them, and now down towards his ass. the whole bed will need to be stripped but its worth everything, "almost as soaked as rainy when he's in heat."

"rainy," phantom breathes out.

dew grins, "yeah? want rainy to come help out in the morning?"

phantom nods, biting his lip. dew spreads his legs farther apart, raising himself up on his own legs to settle vertically across phantom's. he lifts one of phantom's legs higher, positioning himself so his own cunt is directly above his own. he's dripping down, aching to press against phantom's, to feel his little clit against his own.

"you know," he starts as he slowly lowers himself, wanting to drag out the heat of it all, "they're probably listening right now."

phantom nearly sobs as dew finally sits down, their cunts sliding together with how wet they both are. dew has to grit his teeth in order to not cry with him. he grinds down slowly, watching phantoms head fall backwards against the pillow, eyes rolling with the movement.

"they'll all be jealous, jerking off into their hands right now listening to your pretty sounds, puppy," dew continues, rolling his hips in a rhythm that phantom doesn't have enough brain left for to keep up with. the quintessence ghoul's hips only stutter and rut, and dew can't blame him. the sensation against all his aching parts is intense, he can feel his own heat being kicked at, pleasure zipping through every nerve in his body. the sounds made it worse, slick noises filling the air as he ground down on him. he tries to emphasize his movements over phantoms clit, wanting to stimulate him as much as he can.

"good puppy," dew says through his teeth, fingers digging dimples into phantom's thigh as he speeds up his pace, condensation beginning to bead on his brow and shoulders, "maybe we should let them watch next time, would you like that?"

phantom can't respond, too lost in it, falling into bliss as delicate feminine moans are ripped from his throat. dew wants to keep him there, keep his mate feeling this good forever. he knows how stressed the ghoul gets, how exhausted. phantom's love language was physical touch, a way for him to relax and cool down, and dew wants to give it all to him, make him feel loved. praise him for asking for what he needs.

dew's riding phantom in earnest, sweet words tumbling out unapologetically. phantom is crying his name, begging for more, asking if he's allowed to cum over and over.

"you need to cum baby?" dew asks, grinding harder, able to keep his own desperation out of his shaky voice. that familiar knot is growing in his gut, he needs this just as badly. to let go with his mate.

"need it so bad, want to cum with you."

"want to cum with you too, puppy."

phantom arcs off the bed, one hand digging into dews thigh, the other tweaking his own nipple - if dew could reach at this angle, he'd be sucking on them, running his forked tongue over the buds till phantom was crying from sensitivity.

"can you play with your other tit for me sweetheart? i cant reach, but i love how sensitive you get," dew says and phantom obeys quickly. hand leaving dews thigh and whimpers leaving his lips as he fondles himself. "good boy, so good for me."

"can i please cum?" phantom is crying, tears streaking down his cheeks, making his eyes sparkle.

"cum for me," dew begs, "cum with me."

he moves his hips back in forth, faster and faster, watching phantom's face as it contorts in concentration, chasing the finish line. phantoms body goes rigid for a moment, then he arcs up again, mouth agape with a cut-off cry as he finally gets his release. it gushes out, soaking between them further and that's all dew needs before he's coming with him, vision going white, legs shaking with the effort to keep riding phantom through it. he feels it between them, their releases combined, making the most sinful, wet sounds as dew slowly comes to a stop.

chest heaving, dew tries to catch his breath.

"dewy..." phantom's voice is mushy, and when dew looks at him, he sees the ghoul barely able to keep his eyes open.

"you wanna sleep?" he asks as he raises himself up, shivering as their combined fluids seep down his legs. phantom nods, already beginning to curl into a ball, his tail pulled up towards his mouth, "sleep, i'll clean you up, okay?"

"okay... i love you," phantom says sleepily around his tail. dew smiles, leaning over and pressing a lingering kiss to the sweet ghoul's forehead. he quickly goes to the bathroom to clean himself off, maybe he takes a little bit longer than intended because he can's resist sucking phantom's slick off his fingers, but eventually returns with a warm, wet washcloth. he keeps it warm with his magic as he wipes between phantom's thighs. he cleans it once, then returns to wipe the salt from the other ghoul's skin. he only has to move phantom once, just to put a fresh blanket down - he can strip everything tomorrow - and then settles down beside him.

he feels... good still. the ache is dulled. it's the best homecoming he's had in a while.

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years ago

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Ghoul Game Night - Rain

Summary: As the newest member of the Ghost Project as the newest Ghoul you don't know your pack very well, but you're about to with a game of Ghoul Truth or Dare, what will be in store for you?!

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Rain X Ghoul!reader

Warning: Sexual tension, cute awkwardness, fluff, precious Rain (must protect) + I want to rail you Rain (Also must protect because...dommy Rain hits just a bit different)

Workshop

She was jittery. Wondering who she'd get - no, not who she'd get...she knew regardless she'd be safe. Maybe a bit embarrassed but she knew none of them would hurt her. It was more of the nerves of what she'd get; of what the boys would ask her to do...even unintentionally if she knew the things written were just as of a surprise to them as they would be for her.

A warm hand rubbed between her horns and she looked away from the spinning bottle to peer through her lashes at the Earth Ghoul who was watching her more than the spinning glass in front of them. His eyes were warm beneath the mess of hair and he tilted his head at her as if silently asking her if she was okay.

She smiled up at him and nodded; absently reaching up to wrap her tail around his arm for something to hang onto while she returned her attention to the slowly spinning bottle. She absently wondered if she'd have the courage to ask if she could share Mountain's nest with him tonight; besides Aether - who most likely would be busy with Dew tonight. Mountain and Rain were the next best comforts she had here even if they didn't know it. Having them near with their calming energy was like a blessed balm of aloe to a burn even when they did nothing more but say a few words to her throughout the weeks of them practicing in the rehearsals together for the next upcoming tour.

Her attention refocused on the bottle as it slowly began to stop and it looked as if it was pointing at her so she reached to spin again thinking it was a defaulted turn only for a hand to reach out to stop her. She looked up in surprise to find Rain holding onto her with a slight smile as he shook his head; his way of silently telling her without words there was no need. Y/n pulled her hand away slowly and looked back down at the bottle to realize that the bottle hadn't stopped on her but had continued on just half an inch to the side - straight at Rain who occupied the other side of her that Mountain did not.

"Oh." she realized blushing but her tail thumped happily at realizing the lucky information.

"Lucky little shit." Dew grumbled from somewhere in the room but Y/n wasn't paying too much attention as she met Rain's gaze and her cheeks flushed at the cute little smile that rested on his lips.

"So, love birds. What's it going to be?" Aether spoke up with a teasing smile on his face as he jiggled the boxes in front of him.

Y/n blinked and turned her gaze away from the gentle ghoul beside her and looked over at the boxes while biting her lip in thought. "It's going to be bad no matter which one we choose, isn't it?" she mused

"Sunshine is creative when it comes to truth and dare....so yeah... no you're fucked." Swiss laughed leaning back on his hands.

"Fine, then...I choose to do truth. Rain...you okay with a dare?" Y/n looked over at the water ghoul who was still staring over at her.

He nodded quickly without a word and Dew snickered from across the room muttering something about being 'pussy whipped' only earning a smack to the back of the head from Aether. The quintessence dug his hand into one box - Dares and pulled it out to read for them.

"Rain, your dare of the night is..." Aether unfolded the paper. "Give Y/n a 30-second lap dance." he held up a finger tutting as he unfolded Y/n's truth and grinned.

"And Y/n your truth is...If you and Rain had sex in public, where would it be?" he smirked looking smug as he placed the read papers into the used box.

"Oh!" Dew nearly fell into Swiss' side from how hard he was laughing. There were tears actually starting to well up in his eyes. "That's epic!"

Y/n flushed as deeply as Rain as they looked at each other. But as Y/n looked at Rain she wondered if that glint in his eye was not out of nerves but of something else entirely but before she could mention it Dew and Swiss - the fucker duo, were up on their feet scrambling to set up a mini stage.

"Can't do this without the goods man! Swiss go get a chair dude!" Dew ran from the room stumbling on pillows and tripping over blankets as he exited heading towards the rooms to grab something.

Y/n looked over at Mountain and Aether for help but they seemed just as amused as if on an inside joke she was not privy to; that made her even more nervous and confused so when she turned to ask Rain what the secrecy was about she was pulled to her feet by Swiss and placed into a kitchen chair in the middle of the room. The blankets and pillows were shoved to the side as well as the furniture to create a free space for the show.

Dew came running back in with cords and items juggling in his hands. He dumped a few things onto the coffee table. A mini portable speaker, a phone she damn well knew wasn't his, and a flashlight? She blinked confused as she sat there and looked around to find Rain had moved to stand by Dew looking over his shoulder - whispering to him and pointing to things on the phone. Swiss and Aether plopped their butts on the sofa across the room and rubbed their hands together.

"You're lucky Y/n. Rain may not look like he moves much but god does he know how to behind closed doors. You're in for a treat." Swiss winked at her.

Mountain who stood at the door with a hand on the lights was watching for the signal from Rain. The pair of ghouls finally seemed to settle on a song. The lights were suddenly turned off and the room sank into utter darkness; well utter darkness if you were human. Y/n could still see well enough to find Rain standing several feet in front of her.

The music of 'Dirty Mind' by Boy Epic began to play over the speakers that now were connected by Bluetooth to what she now knew must have been Rain's phone. Suddenly a spotlight was turned on directly onto Y/n where she sat in the kitchen chair. She swallowed staring at the water ghoul who even in the darkness beyond; she could tell he was in his performance zone. There was just something about the two different personas that struck a chord in her; the knowing how sweet and shy he was - gentle and boyish and then comparing it to the sexual beast that he was portraying now - watching as the lithe body stalked forward with smooth and suggestively promising movements making his way toward her.

There was a certain animalistic feeling to his movements as he circled her; his hands trailing lightly but seductively along her arms and neck while his body stayed in movement. Y/n tried to watch him by turning her head when he disappeared behind her but Rain grasped her throat just below her jaw and put pressure to make her crane her head back to stare at him; there was a certain gleam in his dark eyes as he leaned down and playfully with a slow drag ran his tongue from the center of her forehead to the bridge of her nose and flicked at her slightly parted lips.

Before she could say a word or breath he let go of her and suddenly his body was draped over her lap. Legs spread wide on either side of her while he gyrated to the beat of the music on her lap. Her hands clenched and her teeth sank painfully into her bottom lip as she tried to stop herself from touching him. Rain wouldn't have it. If he was going to do this - secretly enjoying the attention; she damn well would get her time's worth. His touch was gentle as he grabbed her clenched fists and placed them on his waist; she could feel the lean muscles beneath her touch flexing as he moved; grinding down on her and rolling his body like some kind of hypnotizing snake and Y/n cursed the fact that he was wearing clothes right now. Would it be considered rude to just slip her hands beneath his shirt to feel his skin?

As if reading her mind Rain's body went from grinding his weight on her lap to kneeling above her; the edge of the chair digging into his knees on either side of her hips but he didn't seem to mind as he lifted himself; now looking down at her through hooded eyes as he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Y/n head felt fuzzy with arousal at all the pale smooth skin in front of her. Rain was not considered ripped or anything. But he had more definition than Dew. His skin was smooth and warm and her eyes greedily took in all the exposed skin. Y/n never appreciated arms as much as she did at that moment as the muscles and veins of his arms flexed as he moved. His shoulders and biceps were firm and strong but not overly so as someone like Alpha or Ifrit would be. The smooth grooves of his abs were right there in front of her face; her face was just inches from his stomach with lean abs flexing with his movements and she couldn't fight the urge anymore.

She leaned over the last few inches to run her tongue tantalizingly slow from his navel up his stomach to his sternum causing Rain's breath to hiss out and look down at her with wide pupils blown with arousal. If the eyes were of no indication of how turned on he was with his own little show the damn bulge just below her chin was a rather big indication. Somewhere someone in the room around them groaned out and the sound did nothing to help the heat between the water ghoul and her.

Fingers slipped into her hair and her head was yanked further back so that Rain could double over her; pressing his mouth to hers in a deceptively sweet kiss.

"Hey, Y/n. Can I ask you a question?" Rain murmured in his sweet voice as he pulled away gently running the tip of his nose up and down alongside hers causing her heart to flutter at the oddly tender motion.

"Y-yah." it was more of a squeak than anything intelligible to escape her suddenly parched lips as she stared up at him with hazy unfocused eyes.

"If we were to have sex...where would you want it to be?"

The question took a moment to register and when it did her face flushed and she tried to hide her expression into the warmth of his chest but the firm grip on her hair held her in place and she was left staring up at him with face aflame.

"Hmm? Don't tell me your suddenly shy?" a wicked little smile began tugging at Rain's mouth as he felt the trembling of her touch against his skin.

"R-Rain"

"That was the truth, wasn't it? You have to answer Sweetling...or you could take a shot. But I don't know where Dew put the liquor." the water ghoul gave a faux hum of concern as he looked around the dark room pretending to try and find the bottle of alcohol even when he could see it right there on the table with the boxes off to the side.

Y/n couldn't hold back the whine this time at his domineering yet playful side; they both knew he was in full control right now - he'd stop though if she'd indicated her uncomfortability.

"I...." Rain's eyes fell back on the ghoulette with a brow raised as she struggled to maintain composure and the tease that he was he began moving again; a little less show-offy and instead it felt as if he was seriously only dancing for her. As if they were in their own little world right now and he was trying to seduce the panties off of her - little bugger having already succeeded regardless.

"Hmm?"

"K-keep dancing like that and I'll tell you." Y/n tried to find some boldness as her hands gripped his waist

"Yeah?" Rain smiled slightly down as her and released her hair to idly run his fingers down her neck causing her to physically shudder at the tickling feeling.

"Tell me."

Y/n closed her eyes but a firm grip on her chin to lift it reopened her gaze to meet his darkened one - he didn't say anything but the look in his eyes dared her to look away. Her lips parted on a shaky exhale.

"T-the aquarium."

He blinked at her. "Oh?"

"I-I love going to the aquarium and...y-you're a water ghoul. I figured...that'd be the perfect place. Or the pool. When no one's there and it's nearly closed for the day...b-but there's a risk that someone may want to get in a last hour's swim...the risk of a lifeguard coming in to catch us while they go about closing the pool," she swallowed scanning his face.

Rain licked his lips thoughtfully as he watched her eyes grow unfocused again as she got lost in her own fantasy and he grinned leaning down to bump horns with her. "Or something more romantic maybe...like the lake during summer while there are people out vacationing? Along the beach? It would be so easy to just hide you away in a cluster of rocks and fuck you until your back is raw with the scrapes of the rocks and the taste of ocean water on your tongue...I could lick those salty droplets off your skin...salty like the tears you'd be crying."

"Rain I-" Y/n arched up seeking something - anything Rain would give her. But suddenly a voice broke through their haze dumping cold water on her and making her whimper in desperation at the interruption.

"Satanas below Rain give us a break man before you make me cum in my pants!" Dew's voice groaned from the darkness and suddenly the lights were flicked back on to find a sweaty Dew and Swiss on the couch together. Swiss looked as if he had been sitting in a damn sauna - his hand had been tucked into the front of Dew's pants who looked like he seriously was about to come undone right there and then when Y/n met his fiery gaze.

Aether was holding it together but his knee was bouncing and he was staring at the damned wall as if it did him wrong with the fierce glare he was pinning it with - his way of trying to seem tough and unaffected but the flush of pink on his cheeks was a giveaway of his arousal...or that could be Dew's tail doing it's job as it wiggled into Aethers pants like an untamed snake.

Mountain came walking in from the kitchen with a few bottles of water. He turned off the music as he passed and handed Rain the bottle of water; ruffling his hand a bit and sending Y/n a wink as he handed her one as well.

"Beautifully done. That was more than 30 seconds by the way." he chuckled under his breath as he went to go take his seat looking all sorts of amused.

More like unbothered as he watched Rain climb back off of Y/n and retreat back into his little shell. He coughed a bit and drank half of the water; feeling a heat cross his face as he glanced at Y/n who had to take a minute to breathe and compose herself. How on earth could that ghoul switch so fast? How often did he give lap dances anyway? Maybe Rain wasn't as safe and innocent as she had first thought. They all were demons after all.

Rising on shaky legs she walked over to the couch to sit beside Mountain and Rain while they watched the others rearrange the common area again. A soft breath against her ear caused her to freeze and give Rain a side glance. He was leaning into her space - a soft nuzzle against her jaw causing her to shiver a bit as he spoke low enough for her to hear.

"Let me know when you want to go do some sightseeing with me. I know a few places that are just...fucking...delightful."

@darklylucid Tagging you love because you are awesome for reblogging my game series and I'm so happy you're enjoying them! Here you go, you horny bugger! <3

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ghostshipernr1 · 1 month ago

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This is my first kinktober so I apologize for any mistakes. I'm not sure I always understood the motive correctly, but I tried. I hope you like it.

If i did something wrong please inform me.

Im new on this platform

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day 1: Cuckolding

Aether hated the strong, chafed ropes that wrapped around his arms and feet, binding him tightly to the cold metal chair. Right in front of him, his little fire ghoul was brutally pressed against the mattress, being fucked deeply by the tallest member of their pack.

"Ahhh~ Mountain faster!!!" Dew moaned as he felt his thick cock deep inside his swollen pussy. If Aether hadn't been gagged, he would have most likely thrown the ghoul off his mate and finished the job himself, but the ropes were too tight to move an inch.

"Fuck Dew, your hot pussy is perfect for my cock," Mountain exclaimed, not slowing down. The two ghouls didn't stop paying attention to the tied ghoul for a moment. Aether's poor penis, still standing and neglected, ached more and more as the show continued.

The moment Mountain sped up and Dew's screams became even louder Aether could have sworn that his cock was starting to leak like a faucet. But what was it surprising when the fiery ghoul was moaning like a bitch.

"RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, DON'T SLOW DOWN, FUCK ME!!!" Dew screamed and his legs tightly tightened around the hips of the ghoul above him. "Don't worry, firelilly, I won't stop until you come off and prove whose cock your body like the most." With those words he lifted Dew's hips so that now every time he hit that magical spot. Dewdrop couldn't muster another word. His head fell limply onto the pillows and his hair spread out into a beautiful halo. Rare complex thoughts beyond Mountain, yes, harder, good didn't cross his mind. He had long since stopped caring about the sounds coming out of his mouth, as well as the saliva that was now dripping down the pillow and the tongue that was hanging freely from his mouth.

"MOUNTAIN, MOUNTAIN OH FUCK I'M COMING!!!" Dew shouted as his pussy squirted onto the ghoul's cock and his legs tightened again.

"Dew fuck you're so perfect, a perfect little bitch in heat just for me to breed" and with those words the earth ghoul also came, tying a deep knot in Dewdrop's pussy. He was born in hell but now Dew felt like he was in heaven.

Aether, on the other hand, felt quite the opposite. He didn't even know when they would start to swing their hips looking for some friction. Satan how he would like to be in Mountain's place right now, fucking his little partner. He knows that once he's free, he won't give Dewdrop a moment before he's cook will be deep inside that warm, wet pussy, pumping cum again and again into him until it drips from between his thighs. Maybe he'll take pity on him and let another of the Ghouls lick him clean, but after that, he'll be his again. If only he could get out of those bonds...

#kinktober 2024 #ghostober 2024 #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost bc #the band ghost #imsorryimtrying #hope you like <3 #Dewdropistrans

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sserpente · 5 years ago

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A/N: What do you mean, Halloween is over? It’s over when I set up my Christmas decorations. This is Part II of this Imagine, however, you can read it as a standalone Imagine as well. Threw in quite a bunch of requests (@dennnnny-just-wants-friends and several anons) in here, so I hope you’ll enjoy! The gif is a spoiler again. *giggles*

Words: 2699 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: orgasm delay

You smiled to yourself when you woke up the next day, blinking at the sun fighting its way through your curtains. Not only was it finally Halloween… but last night, you had had the most wonderful dream. Loki had been in your room, pleasuring you into countless, earth-shattering orgasms… fucking you… claiming you…

You felt more rested than ever before. Humming to yourself, you threw on your bathrobe. After cleaning yourself up from last night’s solo adventure, you made your way to the kitchen for a cup of tea—no coffee needed this morning. Bruce, Natasha and Tony were already there, taking their time to wake up and quietly talking to each other. Your smile quickly turned into silent panic, however, when you spotted Loki leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand himself, curiously watching your every move.

“M-morning, everyone!”

You swallowed. Gods… if only he knew about your dream last night. You blushed, eliciting the smallest of frowns from him.

Loki, of course, was very well aware last night had been anything but a dream. Suppressing his smirk when you blushed, he finished his coffee, resulting in a slight frown. The tension between you was palpable, the urge to pull you into his arms and kiss you breathless growing with every passing second.

“Party starts at nine tonight, (Y/N).” Tony then suddenly interrupted and drew your attention away from him. “You’re coming, right?”

You nodded, sipping on the tea you had prepared. “I am.”

“As what?” Right. It was called a costume party for a reason. Now, you did like dressing up but you usually did not enjoy standing out too much. Perhaps you’d go for the witch from Wicked. Or with a simple zombie girl make-up. Loki was the only one who sensed your discomfort.

“Oh, I’m not sure yet.”

“I’m holding a contest. The best costume wins a trip to Hawaii.” You instantly wondered if Loki would be coming to the party, and if he did, what he would be wearing. As a master of illusions, surely he could pull off anything.

Loki waited until the heroes had left before he spoke up, his blue gaze never leaving yours. He was desperate to learn more about you. Ever since last night…

“You do not seem overly pleased by having to dress up.” He stated bluntly.

“Oh, no, I do like it, I just… don’t like any attention, you know.” Loki lifted his chin. Interesting.

“Whyever not? Make them envy you. That is what I would do if I were you.”

“Are you coming?” You replied, perhaps a little too hopeful.

“I hardly think so. Putting up with Stark and the rest of this circus is exhausting as is.”

“Oh, well…”

“However,” he added, a devilish smirk growing on his lips—Loki had never been so playful with you before— “Might I make a suggestion? I saw you reading that novel by this Midgardian writer called Stoker the other day… why not dress up as a vampire? According to what you have told me, they enjoy a rather swooning reputation on Midgard.”

A smile spread on your face. Loki was right. A vampire was classic, sexy and not too conspicuous.

“You know what? I think that’s a really good idea.”

You spent most of the day trying to figure out what to wear, turning your wardrobe upside down. Eventually, you chose a black leather skirt, an equally black shirt with elegant bat wing sleeves, black tights and high heels.

Combined with those red contacts and the fake fangs you had bought after lunch, you would look breath-taking; and even though you were rather shy when it came to attention, when you started applying your rather pale make-up for the night, you smirked at the thought of men turning around to look. At the thought of Loki turning around to look.

Your pussy clenched with a start when once again, you remembered that hot dream from last night, making you wonder if you’d stand a chance at seducing him. Loki haunted your masturbation fantasies but he was a god. You were a mortal—and just because you claimed to have discovered this soft side of him, that did not mean he would open up to you or let alone be intimate with you. You sighed, adding the finishing touches to your make-up and then headed downstairs to celebrate Halloween.

Three drinks in, your shyness was forgotten. You danced, laughed and played silly party games with the other guests, forgetting at least for a while that the person you wanted to celebrate with the most was not here.

Thor had just hurled you through the air with one hand, proving to Steve just how strong he was. When he set you back on the ground, you felt dizzy from all his spinning and then, suddenly… your eyes landed on…

Was that… Loki? Wait, no… Loki had insisted he would not join the party tonight. He was probably upstairs, reading in his room. Whoever had decided to be so bold and dress up as him though… had done an outstanding job. The hair, the costume, even the helmet… it all came together perfectly.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you had already approached the handsome stranger.

Loki’s eyes widened when he caught sight of you in your costume. He had been right. Vampires did enjoy quite the reputation on Midgard—they were so unlike those repulsive and minging ghouls living underneath the dry soil of Svartalfheim. You looked absolutely ravishing. Almost as ravishing as you had looked when he had made you cum for him last night.

His heart almost stopped when he realised you were heading straight towards him, his hesitation and confusion very obvious the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Nice costume, stranger.” You pressed your body against him, making sure he’d feel your breasts against his chest. “A little bold of you dressing up as the villain. You’re a pretty convincing imposter though.”

Loki frowned in an amused manner. “Am I?”

“Wanna dance?”

He opened his mouth to respond with his frown deepening but realised quickly what was going on without uttering a word. It was rather dark in here, the party lights doing little to illuminate the room and when you spoke, he could clearly smell the alcohol on you. You did not recognise him. You thought he was a random mortal who had had the audacity to dress up as him of all people.

But was that really important? He was a Trickster, after all—always up for some mischief, especially if it involved you. In your dreams, you had desired him but he still worried whether you would reciprocate the attraction he felt for you in a sober state. And if there was a chance to make you writhe beneath him once again… he would not let it slip through his fingers.

Loki smirked instead of responding again, afraid that the sound of his voice might give him away and allowed you to drag him on the dance floor. This morning you had been so insecure about your costume—and now you were rubbing yourself against his crotch like a wild cat in heat.

He growled darkly, the sound swallowed by the dull bass of the music. You were clearly trying to turn him on; he was no stranger to a woman’s advances. But here? Here in public? How dare you tease him like this?

Meanwhile, you were lost in the beat of the music, your thoughts wandering back to your sexy dream. If you could not have Loki all to yourself, perhaps you’d at least spend Halloween night with his double. Men could never resist some sexy dance moves, especially when you turned around and began pampering his lips with gentle but demanding kisses, the alcohol in your body making you brave—hence, you were not surprised when he suddenly wrapped his hand around your upper arm and practically dragged you outside into the dark hallway and upstairs.

You were way too intoxicated to wonder how he knew which bedroom was yours, neither did you worry that the real Loki could possibly hear you screaming this imposter’s name in a bit—all you could think about were his soft and warm lips against yours, capturing them in a kiss so passionate you could already feel your arousal pool between your legs.

“Loki” pushed you on your bed, hovering above you hungrily and grabbing your wrists firmly when you kicked off your shoes and then attempted to switch on the lights to search for a condom, causing you to struggle lightly underneath him. By the Norns…how would he be able to keep quiet and not speak a word?

You were infatuated—What if he… did speak? Loki inhaled deeply when he buried his face in your neck, wandering lower and lower and slowly, painfully slowly licking over every inch of revealed skin he could find until he reached the inside of your thighs.

With but one firm pull, he relieved you from your skirt, tights and knickers, leaving you naked from the waist down. He could practically smell your arousal. Your lips were glistening, swollen and aching for attention. The God of Mischief smirked. Who was he to deny you? But first… first he would make you suffer a little. You deserved to be punished for all that public teasing, those lascivious dance moves causing him to grow hard in front of complete strangers.

Your blissful scream when he pressed his mouth against your quim made him chuckle darkly, the vibrations of his voice instantly rippling through you like lightning bolts. His silver tongue darted out to taste you, bringing endless pleasure to your clit all the while two of his fingers pried open your dripping entrance, finding your g-spot and fingering you lazily.

Your back was arching by the time he sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his touches. But just when you were about to fall off that delicious cliff that brought about release, when your walls began fluttering around his fingers, tightening in joyful anticipation… “Loki” pulled away entirely.

“What… why are you stopping?”

“Did you truly think you would get away with teasing me like this, in front of the eyes of dozens of imbecile mortals? I shall make sure you beg me for your release.”

You froze instantly. That voice…

“L-Loki? It’s… it’s really you?!”

“Surprised, my sweet? Now, it would not be the first time I had you squirming in pleasure beneath me, would it?”

Your eyes widened. Loki swallowed. Now could be the moment you would push him away and scream, repulsed by your own actions… he studied your reactions. You were surprised, yes, shocked even, still… the hint of arousal glistening in your eyes did not disappear. Quite on the contrary—it intensified.

“My dream… I… it… it was not…”

The Trickster shook his head slowly. “It was not. I caught you pleasuring yourself moaning my name at night. You were so eager for my touch…” Unconsciously, his hand came up to stroke your cheek.

Your lips parted. Then, against all of his expectations, you started grinning shyly.

“You really do live up to your name, Trickster.”

Loki’s heart skipped a beat—relief flooding his body and momentarily dragging the attention away from his aching length which he longed to bury deep inside of you.

“Finish what you started. Please…” Your devoted begging sounded like music in his ears. His cheeky smirk returned, along with a dangerous sparkling in his blue eyes.

“Do you believe you earned it?” He answered.

Biting your lower lip, you nodded. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the reason for that impressive bulge in your trousers.” Boldly, you reached down and squeezed him gently, making him groan. It was probably then you realised just what it meant to share the bed with a god. Loki’s lips came crashing down on yours again, leaving you breathless. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his hands began to explore your exposed skin, quickly getting rid of the last pieces of clothing you were wearing. You were quite surprised your fangs did not come off during his hungry kisses.

You were trembling from unfulfilled desire by the time he removed his own clothing, taking his time. His leather armour was complicated—and with every piece that came off, you grew a little more aroused.

You could hardly believe you had already felt his hard length inside you the other night. He really was well-equipped, a true god. You licked your lips all the while imagining what he would taste like if you sucked him into your mouth, wondering if he’d be patient enough to let you before fucking you as passionately as he had last night. But well… the night was young.

You spread your legs hungrily, causing his scrutinising and lustful gaze to wander down to your throbbing cunt. Growling, he crawled between them, his hard cock brushing against your entrance in the most delicious way. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he inched forward and began to intrude you, taking you so intimately and slowly you feared to burst from all the pleasure building up inside you.

“Loki, please!” You screamed when he pushed in to the hilt, giving you no time to adjust to his girth but oh… he was filling you so wonderfully. You wrapped your legs around his hips, willing for him to penetrate you even deeper and urging him on to move. His thrusts were uncontrolled, greedy.

Within mere moments, he had you back on the brink of orgasm, begging him for release like he had promised you would. Loki was hovering above you like a predator, hitting just the right angles to drive you absolutely crazy. This was payback for your teasing back on the dance floor… but two could play this game.

You licked your lips when you leaned forward just a little so your lips brushed against his neck. Loki’s thrusts intensified, his rhythm speeding up and making you moan continuously. Then, you opened your mouth and sank your fake fangs into his skin just hard enough to make him flinch slightly. He really did taste delightful.

“Did you just bite me, sweet one?” He panted.

You pouted. “I’m a vampire, no?”

The God of Mischief chuckled.

“Let me cum, please…” Loki flipped you both over, eliciting another scream from you, this time in surprise. You came to straddle him, his cock still resting deep inside you.

“You wish to cum? Ride me then. Make yourself cum on my length if you are so desperate to.” He ordered hoarsely. It was odd, really. How could you be the one on top and still feel like he was the one in charge? You swallowed thickly as another wave of arousal washed over you.

As you started to move up and down vigorously, eager for your orgasm, you let your fingertips glide over his abs. The God of Mischief shivered, throwing his head back all the while his own hands came up to grab your hips and urge you on to go faster.

Skin smacked against skin, the smell of sex filling your dark bedroom and the sound of your lustful moaning as you came undone on top of him echoing through it loudly. Shaking breathlessly, you let your release consume you, your tight and wet wells clenching around him repeatedly until Loki lost control himself. He stilled, bucking his hips as if he meant to climb inside you, his cock twitching and throbbing. You almost collapsed on top of him when you felt him spurting his seed into you, all strength leaving your muscles with a start.

He pulled you in his arms so you came to lie on the bed with him, his protective embrace spreading a dizzying warmth in your chest.

“Loki?” You whispered. The God of Mischief hummed in response. “You’re not going to pretend it was all a dream again tomorrow, right?”

He chuckled. “No, my sweet. Not this time.”

A/N: Check out my blog to find more Imagines and take a glimpse at my first (to be) published novel! Also, if you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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hypnoneghoul · 9 months ago

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SWISSALPS EARTH GHOUL PUSSY AND FILTH >:)

you be speaking my language anon

890 words, pussy eating, rimming, squirting, fingering

“Swiss…” Mountain growled. A warning, though to Swiss it was more of an invitation. They’ve been having a slow afternoon, the multi ghoul laying with his head on Mountain’s thigh, but over the last ten minutes he’d been moving up and closer to his groin.

“Oh, come on,” he pouted. “Lemme, you know I’ll make it fun.”

“Why does everything have to end in sex with you?” the earth ghoul sighed.

“You don’t complain, usually,” Swiss winked at him, moving even closer. His face now inches away from where he wanted to bury his face in so desperately. “Please, my love.”

Mountain groaned, shaking his head. Of course he’d let him. First of all because he could never say no to his mate. Second of all because he was, in fact, slowly getting wet over the last few minutes. “Fine.”

The multi ghoul grinned at that, immediately hooking his fingers into the waistband of the other’s sweatpants and pulling at them. Mountain lifted his hips and it only took a split second for Swiss to pull down his pants and underwear, leaving the earth ghoul’s cunt to the cold air of the room. Not for long, though.

Swiss groaned as Mountain’s delicious smell hit him. He looked up at him once more with a question in his eyes. Mountain nodded and Swiss dived in.

“Oh, fuck,” the earth ghoul gasped, throwing his head back. His mate’s mouth was too skilled for his own good. Swiss was moaning into his pussy as he lapped up at him sloppily, getting his fill before he’d double down to actually make Mountain cum. It wouldn’t take much, anyway.

His thighs were already shaking and feeling it the multi ghoul pushed them to rest on his shoulder, giving him better access, too. Before Mountain could settle fully again, Swiss prodded with his tongue at his hole, making the other’s legs squeeze his head.

“Shit, I love when you do that,” he breathed out, taking this small break to kiss his mate’s inner thigh.

“I’ll break your neck one day,” Mountain grunted.

The multi ghoul only smiled up at him. “Can’t wait.”

With that Swiss returned to his meal, pushing his tongue into Mountain’s cunt as far as it’d go and making him moan pathetically, nose rubbing over his little dick. It was truly amazing what Swiss could do to Mountain in less than three minutes.

He fucked him with his tongue steadily before pulling it out in favour of two of his fingers, moving his mouth up to suckle lightly on his clit. The earth ghoul’s thighs kept clenching around his head nearly simultaneously with his cunt squeezing Swiss’ fingers. All Mountain could do was moan pathetically as his mate crooked the digits buried inside him and hit that one spot repeatedly. He knew him better than he did himself.

“D– Darling…” the earth ghoul whined. “Close.”

“Not yet, love,” Swiss muttered into the patch of curls he was nuzzling with his face. “‘m not done.”

Swiss leaned up to place a soft, wet kiss just under Mountain’s belly button before moving back down. And lower.

Mountain jumped at the press of a tongue on his perineum, but his surprised gasp soon turned into a truly whorish moan when Swiss circled the appendage around his ass. “Oh, fuck, shit, oh my– oh Lucifer.”

He could feel the multi ghoul hum against him as he all but made out with his hole, ignoring the one dripping like a faucet for a moment. “Swiss, darling, fuck, please, I gotta cum, make me cum.”

“Why does everything have to end in sex with you?” he parroted with a roll of his eyes over Mountain’s mound, but did—with one last kiss to his asshole—move back to his red little cock and dripping cunt.

Without further ado, Swiss shoved his fingers back into the earth ghoul and immediately curled them to assault his inner walls, suckling at his clit way less gently than before. As the tremor in Mountain’s legs got stronger and his moans got louder, his mate snuck his free hand around one of his thighs, settling it over his lower belly.

“Oh no…” Mountain muttered, realization of what Swiss’ plan was hitting him even through the horny haze in his brain.

“Oh yes. I know you can do it, my love” the multi ghoul whispered and pressed. “Squirt for me, baby.”

Swiss’ voice and the onslaught of sensations made Mountain truly powerless as he was thrown over the edge. His orgasm hit him like a freight train and he barely registered himself all but spraying Swiss’ face and him moaning pathetically at it. He rode it out slowly, squirming on the other’s fingers as the multi ghoul licked up every drop that Mountain spilled.

“Fuck, so good for me,” he babbled in between kisses that he was peppering all over his mate’s inner thighs. “Fed me so well, I love you so much.”

“Love you, too,” Mountain panted, chest heaving. “I’ll… I’ll suck you off, okay? Just gimme a sec, you wrecked me.”

“Oh, that, uhm…”

“What?”

“I’m not saying no, but it’s not really… necessary,” Swiss mumbled into the other’s skin, nuzzling into it with a soft blush.

“You didn’t…”

“Of course I did, my love.” Swiss winked at him, grinning. “You’re too sexy for me to handle.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps

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wrathofrats · 1 month ago

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Kinktober day 7: hate sex

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

what you do on your own time’s just fine, my imagination’s much worse

Alpha/omega

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Explicit, 4k.

The thing is, alpha isn’t stupid (despite whatever the fuck earth has claimed). Its easy to notice omega staring when he whips his head away like he’s been smacked whenever alpha turns to meet his gaze. The shaky voice seems obvious when omega doesn’t sound like that around water. He just can’t miss it, can’t ignore how his pupils blow wide and he chews on his lip when he watches alpha play.

It’s disgusting quite frankly

WARNINGS AND TAGS: homophobia, homophobic slurs, homophobic stereotypes, heavy degradation, kinda dubcon but both give pretty enthusiastic consent, tiny bit of blood kink, blink and you’ll miss it, alphas using omega to get off, omega is more than ok with this, tiny bit of forcefem?, objectification, calling a hole a pussy, pls head all my warnings if any of this is a problem skip this one LMAO

Alpha and omega were summoned together. A plume of sparks and smoke, in the midst standing two ghouls that primo had never seen in such sizes. They stepped off the altar with little problem, none of the hissing and fighting that had occurred with Nihils ghouls. They were perfect. Dangerous and obedient for the church's new project.

Alpha had taken his orders more seriously than omega. He was a guard, made from fire and lava in the pits and placed at primos side when he didn’t have a guitar in his hands. Even when he did, he was still silent and stoic. Working on learning the chords as if they were gospel in order to please his papa.

Omega was different. Surely took his job seriously but spent his time in the library doing research, or taking care of the siblings minor injuries. He was friendly and approachable, quickly taking a liking to the other three ghouls that were summoned not long after alpha and him.

He took a special interest in alpha. For being summoned together they rarely interacted outside of band purposes, and even then alpha stayed silent, only really speaking when primo prompted him to. When omega tried, he was usually ignored besides maybe a nod of his head or a grunt.

Even the small interactions made omega blush. He never understood why, simply feeling nervous and out of breath when alpha would so much as look at him. Once alpha asked him how much of the song he had memorized and omega could barely respond to him without his voice shaking. It’s all thoughts to push down for another day. Or maybe until they disappear forever. Swallows his sick little urges, the white hot coil of desire whenever he catches a glimpse of those bright orange eyes or sharp teeth.

It's bad for omega they're in such close quarters all the time, he watches Alpha too much for his own good. He's a handsome devil. Maybe it's for his own good that Alpha barely takes off that stupid mask, maybe it's wrong that he wants to coax the fire ghoul into taking it off for him more often. Show him how rugged and handsome he is beneath like letting him in on a secret.

He scolds himself in private for the way his throat went dry when Alpha brushed too close, hates that he wished Alpha just pushed his way into his space and stayed there. Omega tried to do his work despite feeling on edge every time he was near alpha, tried not to stare at how alphas muscles flex while he plays. All in a day's work.

It’s disgusting, quite frankly.

Omega walks into the practice room late one evening while alpha is playing. He seems to know his schedule, somehow omega is able to be near him even when alpha tries to go to the practice room at times he thinks he will be alone. It gets on his nerves, if omega wanted to be around him so badly he could stop fucking stalking him and speak like a normal ghoul.

Alpha sets his guitar to the side when he hears the doorknob turn. Taking a deep breath before getting up to b line towards omega who looks surprised alphas even acknowledged his presence.

Omegas slammed against the wall before he can process alpha has his hands on him. Wide eyed and trying to cower as alpha growls.

“What the fuck is your problem man?”

“I’m sorry?” Omega squeaks. He’s easily taller than alpha by a decent bit, but between his hands he feels impossibly tiny.

“You’re always staring at me, won’t even fucking talk to me like some freak. You act like you’re a 12 year old girl with a crush!” Alpha looks somewhat desperate for an answer, eyes darting over omegas face who looks a little too guilty for such an accusation.

And he’s not denying it.

“Oh god! You do!” Alpha scoffed, pulling back like he’s been scalded, “you should be disgusted, that shits not normal, what would papa think if he knew you liked another ghoul?”

There’s a horrific feeling in Omega's gut as alpha berates him. Something swoops in his belly as alpha backs up as if he’s too filthy to even breathe the same air as him. Omegas turned on by this. It does nothing to deter him, it really only makes him hard and flustered.

Alpha glances down much to his own amusement. Even if he thinks omegas disgusting he can find some entertainment in the fact that he’s turned on by this.

"Didn't wanna believe you were some fucking degenerate but look at you...you're hard over this aren't you? hells...somethings wrong with you,"

Alpha moves to almost cup the front of omegas pants. His touch is too harsh to be pleasurable, like anything softer would be enabling the degeneracy, but omega is still filling out anyways in alpha palm.

"Not supposed to get hard over other men, freak."

Omega can’t even muster up a good response for him. He could try to deny it but there’s no denying anything when alphas palm is pressed to his cock.

“Should throw you back into the pits, papa would be so disappointed” alpha sneers. Omega is red all the way to the tips of his ears and to his humiliation he arches into the press of alphas hand for more stimulation, even when he’s being berated like this.

“You’re sick. You’ve been wanting this haven’t you?” Alpha scoffs in disbelief.

Omega bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, he can’t stop himself from nodding in agreement. Alpha laughs and takes half of a step back, retracting his touch. Omega lets out a quiet groan and almost asks him to touch him again, that fuck, he needs alpha to touch him.

“I’m not fucked up like you megs. I don’t need another man to touch me”

There’s a snarl to alphas voice as he continues to talk, his lips drawn up in disgust as omega stands there pathetically hard and trying to cover himself up. He almost feels bad, omega looks properly guilty. Even if he deserves to feel that way.

Alpha makes a decision that can really only be blamed on the heat of the room and the fact that he’s burned through most of the siblings that want him. If omegas going to be a desperate freak, alpha may as well get off if he’s willing.

There’s barely any force in alphas touch as he pushes omega to his knees, he goes down mostly willingly and alpha tries not to look disgusted when omega seems excited that he’s pulling his cock out.

“Mouths a mouth, no different from a girl I guess” alpha mumbles under his breath. Omega reaches to help him guide into his mouth before alpha is smacking his hands away with a hiss “you’re just some hole for me to put my dick in, keep your filthy hands to yourself”

Omegas mouth falls wide open when alpha takes himself out fully and gives himself a few good strokes to harden up. He’s bigger than omega expected, he would’ve wanted him at any size but god he hopes alpha doesn’t hear him whimper when he sees how big he is.

“You’re such a bitch” Alpha scowls, rolls his eyes as omega looks euphoric when he pushes between his lips.

Before omega knows it alpha has his head back against the wall. He’s completely pinned with his hips, nowhere to retreat to as he fucks his mouth and uses him to get off.

It’s a quick sequence of events, alpha pulling out to cum on the floor next to him before cumming down his throat would be some dirty admission to wanting it. Omega looks sad when he watches alpha shoot right onto the tile, even if the sight of alpha blissed out above him is something he will replay for weeks.

Alpha doesn’t say much, just tucks himself back into his pants, helps omega up and gives him a “you ok?” Before leaving without another word when omega gives him a nod.

It’s the start of a bad habit.

As much as alpha doesn’t want to admit it to himself, he halfway enjoyed himself even if his brain was screaming at him not to. He would never admit it, never tell omega that. He’s just some willing participant in alpha needing to get off, no different from a sex doll. Or a whatever easy sibling he can find in the alley ways. Right?

He doesn’t want to say it happens often. Or at least too often for alpha to keep claiming is a coincidence. Always just bullies omega into some tight space away from any prying eyes or ears and forces his mouth open for him to stick his dick into. Hell maybe he even goads him into touching himself if he really is feeling mean.

“You fucking gross enough to get off with just a cock in your mouth? Pathetic.”

Alpha tries not to think about the fact that he can.

He tries not to think about when he cums on his face because he didn’t pull out fast enough and omega sticks his tongue out to catch it, tries not to let the image of omega covered in his cum stick in his brain too much.

And for omega? He provokes it. He wants alpha to bully him, wants his cock in his mouth and god he’s too easy to rile up to pass on the opportunity everytime it rears its ugly head. He shouldn’t revel in being so immoral and dirty, but honestly it’s hard not to.

He rubs against him a bit in the chapel, shoulder to shoulder and much closer than he ever has been because alpha can’t do anything about it. Brushes against he hand as they leave with a look behind him that is devilish even through the uniform mask. Longing touches throughout the day that have alpha growling until he gets annoyed enough to confront him in the empty practice room.

“Fucking pervert” alpha sneers, “you’re lucky I don’t just out you to everyone else, tell them what you’ve really been asking from me after practice”

A pang of humiliation runs through omega as it usually does in these scenarios, feeling almost blasphemous about his feelings but can’t help that alpha does all but discourage it.

“Still need my cock down your throat? So pathetic you’re willing to let me use you just so someone will touch you?”

Omega doesn’t answer. He has no excuse for himself. Even if he did he doesn’t care much considering how hard it makes him when alpha speaks to him like this, and alpha knows it.

Just drops to his knees, he knows the routine. But alpha has a different idea.

“Not this time, stand up facing the wall”

Omega gives him a confused look. This can’t be what he thinks it is, can it? He does what he’s told anyways, stands up and places his arms on the wall, looking back at alpha expectantly.

“Wanted a real pussy tonight I think. Might as well see if yours is even good enough for me to get off”

Omegas brain short circuits as alpha quickly pulls his pants down, leaving him exposed while alpha simply pulls his dick just out of his waistband. An extra hint of embarrassment, and an extra reminder of what omegas really there for.

Alpha is rough, barely gives omega time to react to him putting his hands on his waist before he’s finally pushing in. Omega tries to brace himself but he can’t help the needy moan he lets out when alpha bottoms out inside of him.

“Stay fucking silent, I don’t need the reminder that you might actually cum from this”

He can’t, no matter how hard he tries. Sure he’s been fucked before but it doesn’t happen often. Usually it’s him alone in his room with a cheap toy feeling guilty for thinking about alpha, but actually being split on alphas cock in another story. He bites down so hard on his sleeve he’s sure he’s left holes in it while alpha continues to fuck him relentlessly.

The hand on omegas hips burns as alpha holds him flush to himself. He grips his skin like he has no regard for omegas own comfort and omega hates how much he loves it. It’s rough, he’s sure he will feel it for days and honestly an awful part of him hopes alpha burns right through the top layer of skin so his print sticks forever.

Omega doesn’t take much to get close, already dizzy with alpha shoving his pants down so he can use him. He gets a hand on his cock and gives himself a couple strokes before he’s spilling all over his fist and part of the wall.

Alpha ignores omegas whimpers as he fucks him through his orgasm. He pulls out and cums on the floor next to him, as if it makes the situation any less disgusting for him.

“Faggot” alpha growls, buttoning his pants to leave omega panting.

There’s a part of omega that knows he shouldn’t let that get to him, that he should ignore it and call alpha a dick after he pulls up his own pants but he can’t deny how that makes him feel hot, a burning blush creeping up his chest at the word.

His fingers curl around his cock once he gets back to his room, free hand around his throat as he thinks about that deep raspy voice insulting him, degrading him like he’s worthless. It’s pathetic, he know it and he can’t stop, can’t stop letting alpha do whatever he wants to him despite there being that little voice in his head saying it’s wrong. He needs to stop, but the second alpha looks his way the voice gets drowned out with the need to have his cock in him again.

Omegas hand reaches down to prod at his hole. He wiggles three fingers inside. Moaning at how he’s still loose from alphas cock. His mind keeps repeating how alpha called it a pussy, it shouldn’t have his cock leaking onto his stomach, but he can’t help himself.

There has to come a boiling point. Enough quick fucks and blow jobs in secret corners of where they practice that omega gets sick of it. Alpha can degrade him till his heart's content but at the end of the day he’s still coming back to omega, still using him instead of a sibling to get off even if he claims omega isn’t better than some pussy he could find from a cheap prostitute.

It’s a bad routine. Once a week or so alpha just gets pent up and takes it out on omega. Fucking him or shoving his dick down his throat before he inevitably snarls some half thought out insult and tries to cum anywhere but in him.

Alpha walks back to his room late one night after practice alongside omega who keeps his hands shoved into his pockets but won’t stop taking side glances at him. He wants to wipe that stupid innocent look off of his face, he should be disgusted with himself.

He pulls him into the shadow of the side of one of the taller buildings in the abbey. Somewhere they won’t be seen so he can defile him and make him feel filthy and act like it never happened.

Omegas sick of it, sick of alpha acting like he’s better than him even if he’s still the one to initiate every act. Sick of him acting like he’s too good to touch omega even when he comes back time and time again. The tug on his wrist only makes him angry. It’s cold outside, alpha could’ve done this earlier and honestly it’s about time he showed him even the slightest bit of human decency.

He waits until alpha has him in their usual position. Tucked away with his back pressed against the wall and a small prayer that one will find them this time. Even if it’s cold and dirty outside omega does complain, alpha would just say he didn’t deserve any better for being such a pervert.

“If you want this so bad then you won’t complain”

Omega doesn’t fall to his knees like he usually does. He barely even lets himself be pressed against the harsh brick of the wall behind him.

“Thought you wanted a cock in you fag, you know how this goes” alpha rolls his eyes, attempting to bracket omgea in just to get the extra step up on him.

“Seem to really want me on my knees” omega taunts. He tries not to smile and egg him on but the way alpha nearly chokes has him feeling almost giddy with the small amount of power.

“I could find a better mouth to fuck from any one of the siblings, don’t think I don’t just use you because you’re easy”

“Easy? You’re the one who needs to use me because you can’t get anyone else. Was starting to think you actually like it”

Alpha fumes, shoves omega against the wall so hard he’s honestly surprised he doesn’t actually injure him. He pins him there by his neck, almost hoping to scratch his skin against the rough brick. Wants to leave some kind of mark to remind him of practically being alphas toy. His hand pins omega to the brick by his throat, giving him a low snarl and a flash of his teeth.

“You’re barely good enough to touch, let alone fuck. Should be groveling at my feet to let me fuck you, I’m basically doing you a favor by letting you indulge in your sick fantasies”

The confident facade is hard to keep up as the blood rushes from omegas head down south as he tries not to scramble to be able to breathe. He fucking likes alphas hand around his throat like this, knows he’s hard and can only pray alpha can’t feel it rub against his thigh.

“Don’t know why I’d let such a disgusting fag anywhere meat me, knew you’d get attached like some stray dog” alpha lets go of his throat, hand shooting away from omegas skin like he’s too filthy to touch.

“Fitting you’d think of me as some bitch since you fuck me like one. Might as well just call me yours since you act like I’m just your whore to use.”

Alpha swings. Can’t help himself. His fist connects with omega square in the mouth sending omega back into the wall behind him.

Omega gives him a cruel smile with blood in his teeth wiping away the small dribble that ran down his chin.

“Because you like it. Admit it alpha, you’re no better than me”

Alpha feels cornered as omega walks towards him, he’s not like him, not a weird freak, nothing like the filthy thing that omega is.

“I know you get hard just thinking about me, know you love using my mouth otherwise you wouldn’t come back. Admit how much you love using my pussy” omega corrals him into the corners looking him up and down like he’s stalking him. Alphas red in the face, breathing heavy from anger. He spits as a last ditch attempt to get omega away from him. His words bore deep into his brain, echos through his head about how much he enjoys fucking omega even if he insists he doesn’t.

“Come on, tell me how much you want it. Sure you’re getting hard already aren’t you?”

Alpha doesn’t move, doesn’t tell omega to fuck off, doesn’t say no. Just stares at him with a grimace like he’s willing to take whatever omegas going to give him.

“You could leave at anytime, tells us something doesn’t it?” Omega taunts. Alpha crosses his arms in front of him, eyes lowering at omegas form trying to see what his angle is. The blood shines on omegas teeth in the moonlight, adding a malicious glint to his stature.

“Thought I could give you a taste of your own medicine, if you’re apparent so much better than me you won’t even like it, won’t do anything to you to have my cock in your ass”

“Absolutely not”

“Why? Think you’ll like it just as much as I will?”

Alpha grimaces at omega admitting out loud that he enjoys this, wants him. Sometimes twists in his stomach that he truly can’t make out as dread or arousal. The idea of getting off has him still glued in his place, even if omega was a degenerate, alpha still got something out this whole ordeal that he was willing to put up with in order to get his dick wet.

“Fucking- just do it already” alpha finally relents. He looks away from omega and presses himself to the wall, staring at the gravel beneath him. He takes a deep breath, waiting for omegas hands to be on him.

“Oh absolutely not, you gotta tell me you want it” omega growls low in his ear. Alpha can smell the blood on his breath, can picture the way his mouth looks covered in crimson right by his neck.

“I want it” alpha grits. “Just do it already before I change my mind”

Omega smiles and places a hand in his hip, giving him another second to decide to run or not. Alpha stays in place, and if omega didn’t know him like he did he could’ve swore he was leaning into the touch.

He partially wants to go fast, wants to treat alpha like he treated him, but a horrible part of omega wants to savor it, go slow and make him actually enjoy it.

The wall is rough and tears at alphas callused hands as he tries to almost grip it for leverage. Omega tugs at his waistband, shoving his pants down in the back of the alleyway, only adding to the shame and embarrassment he knows he’s feeling. He reaches around to the front to of him to finally grab at his cock that is rapidly fattening in his hand.

“Already enjoying this? Thought it would take more than that” omega chuckles.

A hand slowly runs over his thigh, feeling him up like he has all the time in the world. One hand stroking him lazily just to really get alpha hard, the other groping at his ass. Alpha lets out a breathy curse when omega runs his thumb over the head of his cock, milking a drop of precum from the tip.

“Can you do something already?” Alpha mutters. One arm is thrown over his eyes as he leans on it against the wall, hips pushing back into omega as he continues to stroke his thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, promise I’ll make you feel good”

Alpha tries not to let omegas soft tone go to his head. The soft and slow nature of his touching and breathy small praises has his head spinning. It’s as slow as possible, much to the detriment of alpha who hoped he would go too fast for him to enjoy himself.

Omega spreads him open, thumbing at his hole before spitting into his hand as a mock form of lube. Alpha looks behind him and almost collapses further into the wall when he sees the saliva and blood from his mouth mixing on his fingers.

#pls read the tags I don’t want someone upset bc they read exactly what I told them they’re going to read #also author is gay #just wanna make that clear I AM GAY #cw homophobia #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Scooby Doo (2002) Review: The Most Punchable Fred Jones of All Time

It’s one last hurrah for Halloween as I take a look at the often derided 2002 Scooby Doo Movie! See what happens when you combine future superstar director James Gunn with .. the guy who thought directing the Smurf’s movie and Big’s Mama’s House were good ideas. Oh and with a splash of the guy who wrote the loveable family film Cheaper by the Dozen and the utterly loathed Percy Jackson film. It’s as messy as you’d expect with that.. but is it BAD? good, so bad it’s good, just sorta okay? Come with me as I try to find out under the cut with a full review.

I’ve always loved Scooby Doo. I grew up with the guy, watching reruns of the non-scrappy classic series from Where Are You to the Scooby Doo Movies, the three Superstar 10 movies (Boo Brothers, Ghoul School and Reluctant Werewolf), or the at the time brand new What’s New Scooby Doo. And later in life i’d absolutely adore Mystery Incorporated.. minus the whole Shaggy, Scooby Velma love triangle, but i’ll likely cover that at some point or sooner, you can comission reviews from me for 5 bucks each, 5 dollars off group orders if you really want to make me suffer through that that bad. But getting off self promotion point is I loved and still love the franchise. While I”ve yet to see “Scooby Doo and Guess Who”, though given there’s Weird Al, Kristan Schaal and Urkel episodes you can be sure i’m going to eventually, and Scoob was VERY ehhh even if Dick Dastardly was awesome. But despite my history with the great dane much like with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, despite my rich history with the franchise I haven’t dove in yet and with a friend who could use a nice halloween suprise and loves scooby doo, I figured now was the time to take a look at it. And since i’d been wanting to take a look at it again anyway, and decided going big wasn’t a bad way to start, i’m taking a look at the 2002 Scooby Doo movie. I saw this flim first run in a drive in, and saw the sequel the same way and loved it as a kid, and fondly remember checking out the Sountrack Preview page back before youtube existed to make checking out soundtracks easier. It was a simplier time. And even rewatching it later with my nieces, I found myself liking it. And the thing was almost every time this film comes up it’s with a turned up nose. The CGI, the confused audience, the deciding to cast Freddy Prinze Junior.. all terrible decisions that overshadow the film, when it’s not that bad. It’s not GREAT, but it’s not TERRIBLE either. So what is it then? Well i’ll tells ya. Let’s start with

PRODUCTION: Wait James Gunn Wrote This?

At the turn of the millneium Scooby Doo was back on top. After waning popularity during the Scrappy era, the advent of the warner affilated Cartoon Network meant a whole new generation of kids (raises hand) got to experince Scooby Doo for the first time. This new audeince lead to Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, the first of the franchises 80 or so DTV movies that will continue on long after the earth dies, and brought back the franchise after it’s long slumber. Scooby Doo went from dead to as popular as he was in his hey day again. Naturally Warner wanted to cash in and thus this movie was born. Originally the film was supposed to be a more adult project, a send up of the franchise with more sex jokes and what not than made the final cut according to writer James Gunn. Yes, the same James Gunn who wrote and directed the Guardians of the Galaxy movie and whose currently saving the suicide squad. It was one of Gunn’s earlier films but just from when he’s talked about it, you can tell he genuinely cared about the project. Along for the ride with our future Guardian was his co-writer, Craig Titely, who i’m convinced only came in to do punch ups as the guy has only written three other movies. One of them was being one of MANY writers on Cheaper by the Dozen and thus likely not doing much of note with that, and the other.. is being the only writer on Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief’s movie adaptation.. aka the movie the fanbase and general audiences rejected in droves yet SOMEHOW got a sequel. Which is somehow still worse than his other film, one that asks “was the moon landing a hoax?” Spoilers, it wasn’t. Point is this isn’t a resume that screams co creator and more screams “Guy brought in to kid freindly this up”. More on that in a minute. The director is another less than reassuring face: Raja Gosnell, whose credits BEFORE this film were Home Alone 3, Never Been Kissed and Big Momma’s house.. so already he dosen’t have the best track record but somehow got worse because AFTER this film and it’s sequel he directed both live action Smurfs Movies and the universally hated Show Dogs, aka the film that thought dog rape was funny. The fact this film isn’t out and out terrible is a miracle.

Even more so because naturally, as Studios tend to do they interfered: The film was supposed to be more adult, cracking jokes about common things fans of the series growing up thought like Velma is Gay or Shaggy’s a stoner, and having both be fully true. But wanting to appeal to kids, Warner gradually lightned it, hence Craig, and Raja clearly having no shame gladly took it instead of you know.. standing his ground. So Velma has a love intrest thrown in and her kiss with Daphne is gone, while Shaggy’s toke smoking was lowered to subtext.. because either of those things is bad apparently? I dunno the 2000′s were fucked.

Point is THAT’S why these films are so tonally confused and why I don’t hold it agains the film now I know: It wasn’t James Gunn or even, as dumb as he is, Raja Gosnell’s fault that the film had some tones clashing when the studio was demanding it, instead of you know, thinking this through at all and realizing more kids cared about Scooby Doo than they would’ve josie and the pussy cats instead of bringing it up DURING production, when most of the adult stuff was in there. It’s also why the sequel has no real adult stuff, though it’s STILL damn good, but i’ll get to that some other day.

The film was also shot at an actual theme park in australia. Neat.

So yeah the film’s humor kind of ping pongs between knowing adult winks and kids stuff. We get Scooby dressing like a grandma in the same film shaggy enhales his demon possed love intrests breath like weed. The jokes themselves on average are pretty good: Some of my faviorites include the grandma scene, everything rowan atkinson does, Velma getting drunk off her ass, and the instructional video bit which is easily my favorite bit of the episode and one of my faviorite scooby doo jokes period:

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This is even FUNNIER to me on rewatch, as we now know this is an instructional video for demons.. and that Scrappy clearly had enough problems with his demon horde to have to pay for this thing. It tis glorious. However there also are also a few that HAVE NOT aged well, are very creepy at best and disgusting sexual assault at worst with Daphne getting her ass grabbed by the Luna Ghost at the start being treated as a joke and Fred oggling Daphne’s body when he’s in it being treated as a ha ha and not...

So yeah the humor’s USUALLY good, but the slipups are noticable and do bring things down a bit when they come by. So the humor is decent if mixed and the production’s a nightmare, how’s the plot? The Plot: Scoob, We’re Getting the Band Back Together!

I won’t be as through as usual because this is a 90 minute movie, I’m running behind as is and it’s 20 years old,

We start with your standard mystery inc case with the Luna Goose, aka Old Man Incel who resented Pamela Anderson for not boning him. But Fred hogging the glory during the resulting News Cast leads the gang to start fighting over lingering tensions: Velma is tired of Fred hogging all the credit when she does most of the legwork solving things, Daphne is tired of being kidnapped and being mistreated by Velma and Freddy who laugh at the idea of her doing more, and Fred..

We’ll get to him later. Shaggy is the only one wanting to stick together, but no one’s having it and the group breaks apart and Matthew LIllard REALLY sells Shaggy’s heartbreak over his friends all abandoning him well.

Two years later though, with Shaggy and Scooby naturally getting stoned and eating large quantities of food on the beach, have made peace with retirement, and have apparently had to duck tons of people coming to them to solve mysteries since they aren’t about that. The latest in that line is a man representing Emile Mondovarius, the owner of Spooky Island, a vast island resort and theme park. Naturally since it has spooky in the name the boys want nothing but Mondovarius does what honestly every previous guy coming to them should’ve done: offers them an all you can eat buffet. Since they’ve done more traumatizing for Dog Treats, they agree and it soon turns out the entire gang was invited, though none of them but Shaggy and Scooby are happy to see each other. I will say one of my complaints about the film is it never tackles the emotions behind the breakup: while the teams slowly repairs there are never any outright apologizes or scenes of them recociling or scenes of Shaggy chewing them out for abandoning him due to their spat. It just skips over the emotional bits to either wave a joke for the kiddies around or scream

Really the jokes aren’t bad, the film just has trouble with actual emotion or depth that could’ve been there and tries for it once in a while, but dosen’t really do anything with it. The gang splitting up’s a good concept, and at this point on Scooby Doo on Zombie Island had really used it, and that was one where they were clearly still close friends and were still in touch they just quit mystery solving for a while till Zombie Island happened. Mystery Incorpreated would finally give this story justice later: Instead of over a petty ego squabble, the gang broke up over underlying tensions: The revelations about Fred’s dad caused him to go try and find himself, Velma alienated herself by hiding things from them, and Shaggy was shipped off to Military School and Scooby doggy prison camp... thankfully the last two didn’t last and Scooby rescued Shaggy with a tank but the tension DIDN’T go away: While the gang mostly reunited, Velma took time to forgive them and also tried bringing in the friend/girlfriend she’d made in the meantime only for her friends to isolate her and throw her out while Daphne took her time to return due to being hurt by fred. It’s complex and good stuff versus here where it’s just “WE’RE APART BECAUSE WE HATES EACH OTHER. And now we’re NOT”. It’s just a waste of a good concept and i’ m glad the franchise got around to doing it right.

But my gripes aside our heroes head to the resort and meet Mondevarious, who admits outright to having tricked then and with confronted with the gang being broken up, makes it clear he knews. “That’s the thing about broken things.. you can put them back together.”

And so he did. He needs the Gang’s help as he’s worried about the island and something going wrong there: The teens are leaving polite, well behaved. and clearly not themselves as one reacts to an old friend by neck lifting him and tossing him aside. Something’s deeply wrong here and the gang’s intrest is piqued enough to stay though everyone but Shaggy is determined to solve it themselves out of ego. Mondvarius is played by Rowan Atkinson and while I watched the bean movie as a kid this is where I fell in love with the guy, with later watches of Blackadder confirming that in my college years. Rowan just brings a fun dorky energy to the character and a nice earnestness too but when he later takes a turn for the bad, he does that well too. Atkinson is HIGHLY underated in my opinon and easily the MVP of this film’s supporting cast. So the investigation begins, and we get our supsects: The first we met on the plane, Mary Jane, a kind blonde played by Isla Fisher who got the job becasue Gosnel, in a rare good decision, saw how talented she was and while still picking Sara Michele Gellar for Daphne, made sure she had a part. She’s a nice sweet girl who Shaggy falls for and Scooby’s annoyed by it.. though unlike earlier the film beats mystery inc easily here as it’s a more understandable conflict and dosen’t act like Dog Issues is a thing people says. Again i’ll get to that clusterfuck of an arc some day. The other two are N’Goo Tuna, a shady worker at the park who spouts off the legends of the island. In a nice twist, he’s NOT the vilian, as is obvious but is his right hand man. He also has his own right hand and muscle in Zarkos a cool looking Luchador and N’Goo’s muscle. Also N’Goo may be one of the worst names in Scooby Doo History, and that includes Dabba Doo. But the legend claims the island was once owned by demons who want revenge since the resort took the island from him.

The other is probably my faviorite non Rowan Atkinson character, Voodoo Maestro, played by Miguel Nunez. He’s basically just a guy who lives on the fringes of the island and also hates the resort and tries using voodoo curses. He’s honestly a delight from his attempt to sacrifice a chicken (An already dead one at that), to his general hammy and annoyed at dealing with these teenagers demeanor. NAturally he has nothing to do with this but he’s still a fun addition and I wish he was in more scnenes than the two he gets. But with what they’ve gathered the gang all end up at a spooky castle attraction, with Scooby and Shaggy of course being bribed by daphne while Velma and Fred show up indpeendntly and end up finding the weird training video from earlier but all get caught when the traps are activiated> There’s also a farting contest which.. eh not funny to me but i’ve seen so much worse i’m not even remotely upset. But then the traps trigger though during the chaos Fred and Velma are forced to work together and finally start doing so, and Daphne finds a clue: A mysterious pyramid known as the damon righus and finally gets some, if not nearly enough, credit. So the gang is back together.. even if it’s a tenative peace, the high from solving this and relay to their boss the suspects, including him, though Fred assures Mondovarius it’s just because he’s spooky and rowan’s character’s delight over that is fucking glorious. So the gang enjoys some down time at the local bar, with Fred and Daphne doing their own look ins, Scooby and Shaggy eating and encountring mary again and Velma getting hit on by a dude while looking over the ritus, revealing it’s some sort of soul sucking aparatus, and going into their history... which is really just an excuse to bring Scrappy in who in this universe, is a horny egotistical little shit whose abandoned as a result. ANd before anyone boos he’s not a puppy here, he’s got.. dog dwarfisim.. which while .. how does that even work... means he’s a grown ass man and deserved this. We also get drunk velma and Linda Caredenlli is a delight

The night gets interupted by terrible cgi monsters, the aformentioned emon who soul suck most of the college kids present and also get fred and velma who both find out these are very much real. We also get the best song on the soundtrack, man with a hex. It slaps. But it makes good chase music as with Mondvarious, Fred and Velma captured, the rest of the gang and mary escape. The next morning we get a surreal as hell scene as everyone’s partying, Fred’s talking in slang and Velma with clevage, thank you, is chatting up.. Sugar Ray? For those younger of you they were a band at the time. They were a big thing. Not half bad but faded away. They looked as 2000′s as hell though. WHy Smash Mouth gets all the memes and not them is beyond me. Look at lead singer Mark McGrath!It’s like the early 2000′s gained sentience and took a human form. But the gang is quickly forced to run from sugar ray, though they get Daphne in a deleted scene. Why it was deleted I dunno. Point is Shaggy, Scooby and Mary are all alone.. oh and Mary’s possessed. Shaggy and Scooby argue over it because Shaggy just thinks Scooby is jealous and while he is .. why would he lie about this? He’s as cowardly as you are. But Scooby falls through the floor, and Shaggy is now going solo but luckily finds his friends souls, and eveyrone elses in a massive cool looking vat and frees them all. Velma, when the demon leaves her and confronts her, finds out sunlight kills the demons and saves Daphne from hers... only to find Fred in her body. Daphne is naturally horrified and we do get a great bodyswapping scene.

Our heroes reconvince on the beach where htey find the Maestro who explains what’s going on to a point, with the gang’s clues filling in the blanks: The ritus, which they stole back earlier, is used for a ritual that will allow the Demons to rule over the earth for “a thousand years of darkness” but it requires a pure soul to work. Cue our big bad talking Scooby into being their willing sacrifice since Scooby dooes not understand what a sacrifice is. Shaggy naturally rallies the group to go save him after their understandably worried since they usually dealt with weirdos in costumes and not the apocalypse.. well okay Velma and Fred aren’t, Daphne dealt with this kind of thing once a week back in Sunnydale. So they set up a plan to destroy all the demons at once by unleashing the soul bath, setting them all loose and then using a spooky disco ball from one of the attractions rigged up over the ritual area to shine the light in. It’s classic scooby doo.

Things naturally go wrong as while Shaggy goes to rescue scooby and makes up with him, he’s caught, so are fred and velma and they have to scramble, while Daphne looses a fight with the luchador up top while trying to let the light in to finish the trap. Meanwhile Shaggy saves Scooby’s soul just as Mondovarious sucks it out by shoving the guy.. revealing him to be a robot! DUN DUN DUN. And inside is Scrappy.. which you all probably knew already but try to act suprise who wanted to conquer the world as revenge for the gang abandoning him and because again, in this universe he’s kind of an asshole. He absorbs the souls gathered so far and merges with the damon ritus, because we’re operating on video game rules now apparently, so final boss time. But we get a great climax as Scrappy chases scooby, Daphne goes buffy on Zarkos ass , and as a result he shatters the glass and lets the light in releasing the disco ball the kill the demons.. man I love that I get to type things like that. Scooby removes the ritus and defeats his nephew and the day is saved. Velma hooks up with random guy, Daphne and Fred get together, I die inside a little and Shaggy and Mary Jane bond. At the press Fred does his good deed for the movie by letting Velma explain things and get the spotlight and the group have firmly reunited. THE END. Overall it’s a solid plot, that works well, comes together in the end and was well put together, it’s more the filling that causes it to tilt back and forth a bit, but overlal outside of the issue I mentioned it’s a good scooby doo plot. While some have pointed out it is similar to zombie island, a case reuniting the gang, the person who brought them there wanting to sacrifice them, or just scooby here, monsters being real, it works because everything else is so different. But since there’s more to break down and it’s easier to give it it’s own section let’s look at...

THE CHARACTERS: NOT HALF BAD, FRED CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF.

So we’re down to character.. and since there’s a blonde, preeening, selfish, arrogant, sleazy, sexist, obnoxious, loud mouthed, useless elephant in the room, let’s start with Fred. And to quote it’s always sunny....

Yeah so that fury of a thousand crashing waves (Cracks Knuckles): Fred is the worst part of this movie, the worst version of the character across the entire franchise that i’ve seen with the sincre doubt that there is ANY version worse than this. Everything I said above is true and THEN some. He is one of the most unlikable characters i’ve seen in a film that wasn’t INTENDED to be. There’s just NOTHING to like about him. Nothing. He treats his “Friends” like garbage, all four of them: He basically ignores shaggy and scooby at best and treats them as if they were nothing. For Velma he’s your classic power abusing douche who pushes her to the side and often steals the credit for things she did. He’s still a good mystery solver, but he acts like he does all the work to the press and takes all the credit when Velma works as hard as he does if not harder. And worst of all is Daphne, who he basically either treats like some moron who gets kidnapped due to incompetence and not because creepy old dudes want to feel her up, which given the intro is VERY likely the reason she’s the resident victim of the group, and not like a person, or like a pair of boobs and legs he wants to bang or feel up creepily while he’s in her body. For fuck’s sake his reaction to finding out he’s in her body is a creepy and smug “I can see myself naaaakeddd” If that dosen’t make you want to smack him get off my blog. And they get together in the end!

Who who wanted that. I genuinely want the presumibly original ending where Daphne and Velma hook up and Fred falls off a pier and is never seen again. The acting does not help. While the other four gang members are expertly cast Fred was given to Freddy Prinze Junior, who made a career out of playing arrogant dicks who are somehow the main character so I can’t fault the casting but I can fault that he can’t delver any line without that smug air of trying to be cool douche and it’s at it’s worst with Fred since Fred’s already written as the biggest creepiest douche in the world and Freddy somehow makes it WORSE. He also has zero chemstiry with Daphne, which would be weird given he and Sarah Michelle Gellar had dated for 2 years at this point and as of this writing have been together for 20 overall and have two wonderful kids together... but given how badly written Fred is here, I can’t blame either of them. And i’m sure FPJ is a swell guy, loves his kids loves his wife seems like a really plesant guy, nothing against him as a person, but at least at this point in his career he wasn’t very good. And I am actually planning on trying to seek out one of his later works in his career to see if he’s gotten better in recent years, and willing to give him the benifit of a doubt that he probably has. I just don’t like him here, and while the script does most of the work he only makes it worse.And works before this (Pup Named Scooby Doo) and after this (Mystery Incorperated) would prove you can give fred a personality that’s not dick tip, so fuck this character, fuck the writing.. and I hope Freddy is having a happy halloween with his loving wife and children, seriously I meant it I have nothing against him as a person. A terrible actor can still be a WONDERFUL guy.

Now that’s thankfully put to bed, let’s pivot over to Shaggy, whose easily the best of the cast. Matthew Lillard looks the part pefectly, has the right combination of heart and goofus and has some great comedic timing. Granted Scream had already proven the guy’s got genuine talent, but still he’s great here and is currently playing Shaggy in most films and productions, except Scoob which.. was far from it’s only mistake but easily the biggest. There’s not much else to say: the guy IS Shaggy and is the only person whose taken up the roll to equal Kasey Casem in it. As for how he’s written.. he’s basically the same and apart from one line of him wanting to leave everyone to their deaths, which feels like it was added later, he’s written really well and is easily the most likeable of the group.

Scooby is alright. Not the best version but funny and charming enough when he needs to be and while I hated the CGI at one point.. it’s honestly not that bad. It’s not GREAT, but time has actually been very good to it both in how it’s held up and in the fact we’ve gotten SO MUCH WORSE with so much better techlogies. I mean.. Cats exists.. Marmaduke Exists.. the Bill Murray Garfield exists. This was offputting at the time but now it’s just okay. But character wise he’s good and again not much diffrent.

Velma is the second best casting of the movie. Played by Linda Cardenelli, who i’ve harbored a crush on for a good few decades now and admire mostly for her talent and charm, Linda kills the roll and easily slips into it as easily as Matt did, and while not picking it up full time like he did, still did it a few times afterword and played hot dog water in mystery incorperated, so she did finally get to play a Lesbian Velma it just took a while. And while Velma being gay is kind of sterotyping, it would’ve been nice to have been kept in instead of edited out for bullshit reasons. But overal her character is decent: While she ALSO bullies and belittles daphne like fred, unlike fred it comes less from just being a douche and more from insecurity. As her scene at the bar makes clear she feels undervalued like the other, like the nerd who the cool kids LET hang out with them instead of part of the team. While it dosen’t make her treatment of Daphne OKAY, it makes Velma understandable. We also get Velma Clevage which.. okay not sure if the world needed that but whatever. Point is it’s throughly likeable portryal that I wish got some character growth. Finally out of the main 5 there’s Daphne, whose alright. Not as good as the other two, as it feels they lean a bit too heavily on her having taken self defense and wanting ot be tougher, but Sarah Michelle Gellar gives her a ton of charm and likeablity that her husband’s character sadly lacks. There’s just a fun, adorable energy to daph that ends up coupling with her buffy style badassery at the end and Sarah plays both beautifully. The script didn’t give her a ton to work with, though that’s the same for all four of htem, but Sarah really made the character work and made her somewhat memorable despite not being as good as Linda or Matthew. Basically not the best, but still a comfortable third ahead of scooby doo and jackass jones.

As for the rest of the cast, Rowan Attkinson i’ve covered and is utterly fantastic as is the Voodoo Maestro, and both should get hteir own hbo max spinoff together. The minons.. stupid name and luchadoor are decent enough, nothign special but they have presence and do the job of goon well. And Mary Jane is alright.. the joke is WAY too on the nose to be funny and she’s mostly just there to be sweet, but she’s harmless. Not good but not bad. So finally we have our big bad, Scrappy. And i’m.. mixed about this. On one hand, Scott Innes, who it turns out is also from Missouri good on you dude!, does a terrific job and I couldn’t tell it wasn’t don messick as Scrappy and he plays him as evil great. On the other.. it’s just kinda goofy. Out of all the tips of hte hat to scooby stuff this feels the most over the top. Scrappy was hated, including by james gunn.. so he’s the bad guy. It’s just a bit on the nose, and the twist is pretty easily teligraphed since Scrappy suspciously is mentioned in one scene so him showing up at all is pretty easy to see coming. It’s not terible but it’s not great. His demon minons also just suck.. the designs are wonky and their cgi, unlike scooby and scrappy’s, is just REALLY bad and dated, and even as a kid I never liked them.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Scooby Doo is a decent but messy movie. The clashing tones, dated humor and godawful version of fred drag it down at times, and it’s very clear this had a lot of hands in the pot. But.. I still enjoy it. It’s not the best scooby ever, tha’ts mystery incorpeated, but it has great atmosphere, some good ideas, an utterly spectacular with one exception cast, and some really funny jokes. I genuinely feel the film is overhated when it’s a unique, weird and wonderful slice of Scooby. For better or worse there’s no other Scooby doo property quite like it, and that’s what makes it so fun. And it has enough good performances and jokes to smooth out the edges. It’s not the best, it’s a mess.. but sometimes a mess is fun and I like this flim for being a fun mess I can enjoy with my nieces and talk about to all of you. And sometimes that’s all you need. Thank you for reading this. If you like this you can comission your own review: 5 bucks for a tv episode, 15 for a movie, 10 for an hour long special, and 5 dollars off when you order more than one episode of a show at a time. Just send me a direct message or ask on here and we’ll get started. Until then you can check out my backlog of reviews, check this space every monday for ducktales reviews, and VOTE DAMMIT VOTE. Until we meet again it’s been a pleasure. Play us out Atomic Fireballs, it’s been a wonderful halloween.

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copias-thrall · 5 years ago

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Mmmmmay I ask, papa ii with a woman who tends to be very flirty with him, and acts very dom like but as soon as he gets her in bed she’s all his, and she’s a whimpering mess for him?

Very good, nonny 😏

*overstimulation; spanking; restraints*

Papa II would never show it publicly, but he’s a salivating mess for you. He sees the way you act: how you order men around to get what you want and how you swing your hips with the air of a woman who knows she’s hot shit. But he sees through you. He knows you’re just begging to be put in your place by a man who can handle you—and he knows he is that man. He can’t wait to get you into his playroom and secured into some tight restraints. He’ll show you it’s high time you give someone else what they want, and the only time those hips of yours will be swinging is from his ropes.

But you have to want it. He’s not going to chase you, and he’s not going to seduce you.

So when you turn your attentions on him, he’s already planning out how he’s going to take you apart.

You jump up on his desk as you deliver papers to him and slap down a picture of lingerie from a magazine.

“Oh, Papa—if only I had a set of these, I’d wear them for you,” you say as you wink and sashay away.

You saunter over to his table at the mess hall—bending over to show your décolletage to best advantage—and take up a piece of his premium-cut, rare steak to slowly bite down on it, letting the juice dribble down your chin.

“Yummy.” You wipe up the juice with your index finger and press it to his lips. “I do love some choice meat, don’t you?”

When you see him in a white, 3-piece suit, you meander by, plucking at the fabric.

“Very nice, Papa—but I think the black suits you better.”

When you knock a pen off his desk, it’s him you expect to do the bend and snap.

“Oops. Would you get that for me, Papa?”

And Papa II will play your game … for now.

He’ll suck your insistent finger into his mouth in front of the Senior Clergy at his table. He’ll change and wear his black suit to the nightly sermon. He’ll squat down on his ancient knees, hiking up his slacks, to offer you the pen you displaced.

He’ll call your bluff, sending a Ghoul to your quarters with an expensive-looking garment box—the La Perla set you wanted nestled within in soft tissue paper.

He’ll even let you drive as you arrive at his door in your habit with only the red lingerie on underneath.

As you pull the habit off and do a little spin.

As you straddle him in his favorite chair.

As you take his hands and run them up the stockings

… the garters

… the panties

… the bustier.

“What do you think, Papa? I think they fit me quite well. You have quite the eye.”

“Sí, I am glad they fit, tesoro.”

But if you were waiting for him to ravish you then and there, well. That’s his game.

“Would you like to see them on your floor, Papa?”

He tsks.

“Such things of quality ought to be treated with more respect, Sister. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I do.”

“I treat the things I own with care and respect.”

He grasps your chin.

“Would you like to be owned, tesoro?

“Yes, Papa …” you breath.

“Mmm. That’s good to know.” He lets go of your chin. “If that’s all, Sister, I have a mountain of paperwork … as you can see.”

He gestures at a pile of papers on his desk.

“Of course, Papa.”

As you’re climbing off his lap, face burning, and collecting your habit he adds,

“Ah. If you could help me, tesoro? The file on top?”

You see that it’s a manilla envelope with your name scrawled across it in his elegant calligraphy.

“Please take that and file it accordingly, Sister.”

You snatch it up greedily.

“Yes, Papa.”

When you get back to your quarters, you open the envelope with trembling anticipation—it’s exactly what you think it is: Papa II’s list of rules and a checklist for you to fill out. It’s so overwhelming that you have to put the packet down and take a turn about your quarters.

Once you’ve walked off the nervous energy, you sit down at your meager desk to fill out his forms.

The next morning a Ghoul knocks on your door to collect the packet, and by noon you have another garment box—this one is full of black lingerie and instructions for playtime.

You arrive at Papa II’s playroom—in your robe and black lingerie—promptly, so when he opens the door—in his vest with his shirtsleeves rolled up—you’re already there.

“Bene, bene. Do come in, Sister.”

Once you’re inside, he closes the door and gestures at your robe.

“May I?”

You let him shrug you out of the garment, which he hangs on a hook. He takes a minute to admire your form—his gloved fingertips ghosting over the lace—before he’s barking out orders.

“Over to the bed, tesoro. Stand there.”

You hurry to obey, full of eager anticipation. He saunters after you, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Now. Do you know what’s going to happen next?”

“Correction.”

“Sí. And can you tell me why?”

“For disrespecting your position,” you say, trying to twist the smirk off your face.

“Hmm. You do not seem contrite, yet. We shall fix that.” He pats his lap. “Face down, tesoro.”

You drape yourself over his lap, placing your palms on the floor in front of you. Papa II pets the back of your head, then rubs his leather-clad hand over your rump before yanking down your panties.

“Since it is our first time, I will go easy on you. You’ll get 5 for each infraction. So that’s 20. I want you to be a good girl and stay still, or I will start at the beginning.”

His gloved palm comes down firm on your ass, and you gasp out at the thrill. He doesn’t pause between his alternating swats—doesn’t try to rub out the sting at all—and you’re soon finding it hard not to squirm against him, the delicious sting turning into a hot throb. You don’t even realize that your hand had come up until he slaps it.

“Ah ah ah, tesoro. What did we say? Now I must start over.”

You whimper. “But, Papa! I was so good!”

“Mia cara, I was very clear. Now, here we go.”

This time when his hand comes down, your gasp at the burn of his palm on your sore ass.

“Oh! Papa! Oh—please!” you whine against his deaf ears. You’re tensing and squirming so much that he actually stops and places a hand on your back.

“Settle,” he commands.

You sniff and wipe away the tears leaking from your eyes, but then take a deep breath and try to relax. When he starts up again, however, you still can’t help but cry out.

“Oh! Ah! Papa.”

“Ah, you make such lovely sounds, tesoro. I can’t wait to hear how you’ll sing when we introduce the paddle.”

When he’s done, you’re a panting, snotty mess, but he cuddles you up into his arm, placing kisses on your face.

“There now,” he says, dabbing at your face with a monogrammed handkerchief. “You were Papa’s very good girl. You took your correction so well. I’m so proud of you.”

You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck. He lets you stay like that until you relax in his arms.

“Are you ready for the next part, tesoro?” he asks while rubbing your back.

You sigh contentedly.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Up on the bed, then.”

You extract yourself from his lap and crawl onto the bed. The padded restraints are already set up, and you let Papa II buckle them around your wrists. He leans into your space as if to kiss you, but then you feel the pop pop pop pop as he unlatches your garter straps; he slowly removes your panties the rest of the way before he secures your ankles, a thumb running lightly over each bone.

“Good?” he asks you. You tug on each to test them, then nod.

Papa II hums in approval, then wanders over to his drawers, extracting a dual vibrator.

You gulp.

He holds it up so you can see it before coating it in lube.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Papa.”

He turns the vibrator on, then inserts the one end into you, positioning the other against your clit. You cry out and jerk against your restraints.

“Oh Lucifer! Oh oh oh!”

The vibrations are intense and relentless, making your toes curl and your back bow. You twist and squirm, trying to get away from the throbbing pleasure that’s almost painful. A thumb and forefinger pinch a nipple through your bustier, and you scream out as the sensation goes right to your bubbling clit.

“Hmm,” says Papa II clinically. “Shall we bring out the clamps?”

You just let out a long whine as you twist and jolt. He pinches your other nipple harder, and then you’re cumming.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” you scream in pleading or benediction, you don’t know.

There’s a sudden warmth between your legs, but you barely notice because of the vibrator. Is still. Going. Your hands are grasping at empty air and your heels are digging into the comforter as you howl at the oversensitivity.

“Ah. A squirter,” is all Papa II says in his removed manner.

Your pussy is throbbing and your clit is pulsing—you climax again with a sharp jolt. There’s a fuck on your lips, but all that makes it out is a ffff noise and some spittle.

“There we go. Just 3 more, cara.”

You turn your head and sob into your arm as you buck your hips in an effort to get away from the buzzing that’s now bone deep.

“Ah … Ah … AH!” you pant, your whole body feeling like one big clit. At this point you’re wailing, but Papa II places a hand on your thigh, and it grounds you. You turn your wet, pleading eyes at him, a whine emitting from your throat.

“My good girl. You can do it. Do it for your Papa.”

You close your eyes and loll about on the bed, the spasm of your clit and the clench of your walls slowly overtaking your conscious thought. You’re aware of your body jerking, but you feel utterly removed from it as the waves of pleasure quicken the blood in your veins for a duration that seems to go on forever.

And then everything stops.

You come down from the Universe, the galaxy, the solar system, and finally settle back on Earth. When you open your eyes, you’re out of the restraints, the vibrator is gone, and you’re leaning against Papa’s chest as he gently rubs your wrists.

“Mmm,” you grunt.

“Ah-ha. There’s my piccolo tesoro. How are we feeling?”

“Mmmmm.”

Papa II chuckles at you. Your head lolls over and you see that his soft cock is out of his slacks and drooling cum; you make a noise of displeasure, and Papa tsks.

“None of that, now. You have not earned my cock this time, mia cara. Perhaps next time, yes? But—you may clean it up, if you so wish.”

Eagerly, you roll toward his cock and take the soft thing in your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and lapping at the cum on his cockhead.

“Hmm,” he says as he pets your head. “Next time I think I’ll have you warm my cock. But now, I think a bubble bath is in order.”

#asks #papa ii #sister of sin #D/s

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dewceit · 5 years ago

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tagged by : @cardinalrot

tagging : @thirdghost @operagheist @satanprophet

𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 : REVOKED. Call him Dew, Dewdrop, or fire Ghoul

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 : aren't we all alone in the grand scheme of the universe

𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 : demonic strength, fire manipulation, minor flame manifestation, lust sense* (the ability to detect/read lustful thoughts and intent), Ubi thrall* (the ability to put a target under a dutiful & lustful haze. Basically its the power to make a man horny on main), dream walking*, innate musical ability

* Dew is only partially an Ubi / a minor Ubi, so these abilities are notably weaker than that of a fully fledged sex-demon.

𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 : blue--- seemingly the only thing left from his days as a water ghoul

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 : mousy brown

𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 : he doesn't connect with the term 'family' at all, though he does refer to the band as his Pack

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 : boredom, condescending people, vulnerability, rigidity, conformity, the notion that being intimate or cuddly makes you weak, florescent lights

𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 / 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 : sex, chaos, and rock & roll

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 : yes.

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 : yes.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 : a ferret

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 : constantly at 100. Protective to the point of possession- but also prone to bullying those he's close to. Self centered and very inclined toward instant gratification with little long-term logic. (So what if eating this now means getting sick later? It'll be funny!) Can and will get cranky if he doesn't get a hearty helping of sexual energy at least once every other day to the point of tantrum.

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : yes

𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 / 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 : marriage is synonymous with boring sex & kids don't taste so bad if you season them right.

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 : Papa Emeritus iii. iii was the first Ghost frontman Dew served under & in his heart he will always be the only creature he will ever truly respect (save for Rain). He would go to the ends of the Earth for that man if he asked-- too bad he's dead. Bonus: Dewdrop formed a very deep bond with Rain after iiis death & though he loves all of the ghouls in his own way, Rain is the only one who he feels he can be Genuinely vulnerable with.

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 : While not shy or socially awkward, Dew doesn't make many friends. He simply doesn't care. Any friendships he has now came about by someone else's prompting or by circumstance; but once he's your friend, he's your friend. The only thing that'll get rid of him is a whole lot of holy water.

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 : would like to try lava one day

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 : on stage, awash in the electricity from the crowd and atmosphere pulsing with music as he goes wild to the beat- But somewhere deep in the woods with a roaring bonfire and the lingering smell of a ritual is a close second.

𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 : make it a hot spring or a hot tub. Taking a dip in anything typically 'refreshing' will leave Dewdrop's teeth chattering

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 : flexible and open. The most unattractive thing in a partner to Dew is rigidity and coldness- stop being a pussy and say what you mean. And don't be afraid to try crazy things with him. Oh--- and a sex drive is a must.

#[HEADCANON]#[OUT OF CHARACTER]

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y00bi · 6 years ago

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any info on jin yoongs and joon’s backstories ??? v interested in this au ....

yoongi lives in a monster society (separated from the humans since both sides had hatred towards each other). he was the weakest of them all and other monsters would make fun of him for that. “i mean you only have one eye. how are you gonna defend yourself, pussy? HAHA” is what they all say and he had enough of his people. he then moved into a small cottage next to the human society and disguised himself as one of them (covering his ears and tail, and keeping his eyes hidden). jungkook lives with him and also disguises as well in order avoid any tension (he acts like a big bro for his little hyung and that annoys the hell outta that poor kitty). as for tae, they have to keep them inside... yoongi finally felt at peace in his new home with his weird new friends

but everything kinda changed when a certain monster wanted something from him...

jin was the son of the infamous grim reaper. his father does his own job collecting souls for King Satan himself. satan had always looked down on jin for not really acting like a true reaper he was born to be. jin had enough and claimed that he can do a much better job than his own father (in which his father begged him to stop being such an idiot). satan was amused and decided to give jin one of the hardest duties no other dead ghouls can achieve: bringing back the most powerful pure soul ever. and guess what? jin gladly accepted it and so he was kicked out of hell and into the planet earth to look for this so-called “powerful soul.” it was harder than he expected but he cant give up!!! .....but he needed some help, which is why when he met joon and hobi, he was more than happy to recruit them (without their permission) on his journey.

little did he know that this “soul” belongs to a certain monster...

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promptswrites · 5 years ago

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BTHB: kneecapped

“Don’t you have something better to do?”

Alec shot Oliver a weird look, his eyes narrowing. “And what on earth do you mean by that?”

Oliver shrugged as he stepped past him and pushed the door open. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

For a guy who’d been begging to become a part of the Ghouls, Alec sure wasn’t showing his gratitude. Oliver just didn’t get it; Alec prioritized everything else but the assignment at hand.

As if the group didn’t have enough lazy freeloaders as was.

They crossed the dim street and headed down it. Even though Oliver had lived on that street for the better part of his young life, he swore he would never get used to the constant noise. Car alarms, drunken yelling, sober fighting, crashing of objects, TVs blasting soap operas way too loud, children crying.

But as soon as the Ghouls got enough money to move the hell away from there, they would. And that was why they were there in the first place.

One simple job; one simple robbery. In and out, fast, quiet, and unseen. Just like any other day.

The only thing that was different was Alec.

Take the new guy, Oliver, he’s skilled. Don’t be such an idiot, Oliver, give him a chance. Quit being such a pussy, Oliver, and toughen up.

Fucking Alec and the charm that had all the higher-ranked members swooning.

“Come on”, Oliver said and glanced at him over his shoulder. He did his utmost best to keep the annoyance from showing in his voice, but he was pretty sure he failed. “You remember where we’re going?”

Alec rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “I remember. God. If we’re gonna do this, can you just shut up? I’m kinda tired listening to you whine like a damn baby all the time.”

“Yeah, maybe I wouldn’t have to whine if you lifted a goddamn finger every once in a while”, Oliver hissed.

What had he done to deserve such a teammate?

“Yeah, and maybe I’d actually—” Alec said but then stopped. His eyes narrowed on Oliver and he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You know what? Nevermind. Let’s just focus on the task.”

“Fine by me”, Oliver said, turning back to the street ahead.

It was going to be a long night.

—

Oliver slid the lockpick out of the lock, drew in a deep breath, and inched the back door open.

Oh, thank God. Disarming the alarm had worked.

He took a quick peek inside — nobody there — and then slipped in, Alec right at his tail.

Hurrying past Oliver, Alec headed further into the pitch black house.

“Hey”, Oliver hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, and grabbed Alec by the shoulder. “You get the door.”

“You’re supposed to—” Alec started.

“Get - the - fucking - door”, Oliver said, yanking Alec back towards himself. “Anyone comes in, you bash their heads in. I’m gonna get the box.”

Even in the near black darkness, Oliver could see Alec’s eyes flame in barely controlled anger. Yet, through gritted teeth and clenched fists he nodded, backing away to the door.

Oliver huffed and walked off.

It didn’t matter what Brie had told them to do. He knew better; leaving finding the right box to Alec was a mistake. That kid could never get anything done, not right.

As long as Alec didn’t act like a stuck up coward, nobody would ever find out Oliver had decided against Brie’s straight orders.

And it wasn’t like Alec would be in any trouble down there. All the Jades were at the funeral in another city, hours away. It didn’t matter who stayed down and who went up.

He snuck through the dark corridor and up the stairs.

The house was big, a mansion more than anything, decorated in all things gold and shiny. The Jade Angels sure loved shoving their wealth in others’ faces.

Fuck them.

Oliver hurried down the second-floor corridor and then through the last door on the right.

Stepping inside, he could tell the intel was right. Rows and rows of shelves filled with antiques, jewelry, rarities, the sort.

But none of that was why he was there. No, the jewelry, the antiques, it was all pocket change compared to the real thing.

The Winter Egg. Priced at nearly ten million dollars, that was their ticket out.

The mansion was usually a fortress with tens of guards and even more Jades just posting around. The leader’s funeral was a one in a lifetime chance.

And it wasn’t hard to figure out where the egg was.

At the very end of the room stood a safe, protecting its treasures with three combination locks and walls as thick as Oliver’s arm.

Oliver grinned as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Miss Candy hadn’t visited the Jades just to satisfy their dirtiest needs; she’d walked away with the codes to the safe and a promise of half of all they’d earn by breaking in.

He opened the notes in his phone, hurried over to the safe, and—

A scream.

Oliver flinched back and up, his blood skipping over a beat. What the hell had that been?

Something crashed and someone shot a gun.

Shit. He couldn’t trust Alec to even watch the door?

Tossing his phone back into his pocket, he hurried back into the corridor outside. That goddamn kid, he really couldn’t do one, simple task on his own?

There was a cry and a grunt, followed by a short-lived scream.

Oliver’s heart picked up the pace as he rushed down the stairs, hopping three at once. He drew his gun out and stopped at the bottom, quickly taking in the situation—

Alec on his back on the floor, sobbing and whining.

One dead guy. A Jade. Two guys still alive. Jades, too.

“Hey!” Oliver snapped, brought his gun up, and pulled the trigger.

The other Jade was dead before he hit the floor. The other one gasped and flinched back, desperate to take cover, but Oliver was faster.

He’d always be faster.

As the second guy hit the floor, dead, the rumble of an approaching car made Oliver’s head snap up and at the general direction of the front door.

Shit. They shouldn’t have been back so soon!

“Come on”, Oliver said, pushing down the anger flaming in his chest. Oh, that goddamn Alec, he’d done something, hadn’t he? “Let’s go.”

Oliver hurried over to Alec and past him to the back door, pushing it open with his shoulder. He stepped outside and—

“Wait, I can’t—” Alec yelled after him, his voice breaking into a wet gasp at the final word. “I can’t walk. They— They busted my knee. They—”

Oliver froze.

What did I do to deserve this idiot?

The approaching car’s headlights illuminated the mansion from the other side.

Ah, shit.

“Fine”, Oliver hissed and darted back to Alec. He crouched next to him, wrapping his arms around Alec’s back, and met his bloodshot eyes. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be”, Alec said and laughed airily through a sob, closing his eyes. He threw his other arm around Oliver’s neck and nodded. “Let’s go.”

He couldn’t drown a scream as they stood up. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter, his body trembling and shaking as he bit down on his lip and silenced himself.

Oliver held him tight. “Come on, we gotta be quick.”

Oliver dropped the phone onto the grass and turned his gaze to Alec’s flushed face. “They’re coming, alright? It’s not gonna take long.”

Alec nodded his head up and down, tears streaming down his cheeks. He still refused to open his eyes — was the pain really that bad, even lying down?

“Let me see”, Oliver said and sighed, turning slightly around on the soft grass to get a better view of the newbie’s knees. He reached his hand out to touch his leg—

“Don’t”, Alec gasped and snapped his hand up, snatching Oliver by the wrist. His fingernails dug into Oliver’s skin. “Don’t touch me. Don’t. It’s… God, it’s bad.”

“What the fuck did they do to you?” Oliver asked, pulling his hand away from Alec’s legs.

Alec still didn’t let go, though.

“I knocked one of them down and focused on another one, but then the— The first one hit me with something”, he said, his breath coming out in sharp gasps between every two, three words. “I couldn’t even fucking dodge.”

Oliver eyed him as Alec finally opened his eyes and laughed. There wasn’t a lot of humor in his tone.

“Maybe you were right”, Alec said, shaking his head ever so slightly as he stared up into the night sky. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this job.”

You think?

Oliver grimaced but stayed quiet. Brie was already gonna kill Alec for what had happened; he didn’t need any more shit from anyone else.

Besides, there was something about the whole situation that made Oliver… He wasn’t even sure. Feel bad, maybe? He had told Alec to stay at the door, after all. This was his fault.

“I mean, I know that you hate me. And that’s fine, seriously, I don’t care what you think of me”, Alec continued, his voice quiet. “I know I am a fuckup. That’s all everybody’s ever told me, anyways.”

Oliver couldn’t help the sting of discomfort stabbing through his chest.

What the hell was this kid on about? A fuckup was playing it up a little.

“I know I haven’t been doing much, and I know this isn’t an excuse, but I just… Didn’t want to cause more problems for you guys”, Alec said. A pathetic attempt of a smile rose on his lips and he huffed, closing his eyes again. “You gave me a home. A fresh start in life. Food, clothes, friends. And all I can give in return is trouble. So I just… decided that I shouldn’t do anything. At least if I didn’t do anything, I’d never cause problems, right?”

Oliver bit down on his lip as he turned his gaze upwards, to the dark night sky.

“Brie’s gonna kick me out after this, isn’t she? I fucked up”, he said. “I just… I just hope she won’t. I have nowhere else to go. Not anymore.”

Oh, shit.

Oliver closed his eyes as he breathed in, a band tightening around his chest. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

“Listen”, he finally said, and looked down again. Alec met his gaze, still holding his wrist. “Take your time, alright? Even if you take some time to get used to this shit, the Ghouls aren’t going anywhere. And about Brie…”

Oliver grimaced.

“I was the one who was supposed to be the lookout, right? So what happened is basically my fault anyways”, he said, eyeing the newbie’s widening eyes. “You just focus on getting that knee fixed up, alright? Let me worry about the rest.”

#writeblr #oneshot #story #writing #my writing #whump

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girlwiththepapatattoo · 6 years ago

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Chiaroscuro, Chapter 29

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex, Papa, Johannes, and Special scheming

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One by one, wolves and ghouls slowly move closer, gathering around you, some smiling deviously, others gazing at you intently, and you know exactly what Special means by keeping you off your feet. You swallow hard, holding out your hands as if trying to keep your loves at bay. “N-Now, w-wait a moment, I-I was literally sexed into unconsciousness yesterday, a-and you all are ready to go again?!”

Papa laughs, reaching down and cupping a breast. “My love, you should have realized by now that with all of us being who we are, our sex drives are just as intense. Of course we’re ready again.” He smirks darkly. “So you had better be.”

“And let’s be honest,” Johannes says with a hint of his wild laugh, “you were doing the majority of the coming ... most of the rest of your boys here didn’t release a drop. You don’t want them to suffer now, do you?”

“Oh sure,” you laugh nervously, “play the guilt card why don’t you...” You arch into Papa’s caress and sigh almost without realizing it. “Oh you all feel so good...”

Fire grins, leaning down and pressing his lips to the side of your neck. “Let us make you feel even better...”

Special snaps his fingers and your clothes are piled in another seat. You blush, but can’t help a grin. “Guess I’ll get my mile high club cred today...”

Papa chuckles. “Now that you mention it, you might not be the only one to get that ... club membership today.” He leans over and kisses you, pulling a tiny mewl out of you as he does so.

You wonder who else will be getting it as you kiss him back, fingers sliding into his hair. Fire sucks a hickey into your neck as Jonas does the same on the other side. You feel Earth pressing kisses along your thigh and sucking small marks into your skin, and you sigh into Papa’s lips.

Johannes cups your other breast, leaning in to first lick and then suckle the nipple, making you gasp. John comes over and helps Special spread and position your legs, draping them over the arms of your seat, exposing you to everyone’s heated gaze.

You shudder, then cry out as Earth leans in and gives you a swipe from entrance to clit. You are still ultra-sensitive from yesterday, and your hips move away from the little ghoul’s tongue. He smiles up at you, and he moves away as Jonas moves between your legs. “I promised you some real love-making, little flower.” His eyes stare into yours as his hands undo his belt.

“I...I know...” you whisper as you watch him slowly unfasten his pants, letting his cock spring free. You whimper at the sight, your pussy clenching as you anticipate his thick width breaching you.

“Look at me,” Jonas says, and your gaze returns to his eyes. “I want you to watch me as I take you.”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, eyes darting around the strong features of the king. His eyes are so dark, and a few dreads frame his face, the rest tied back in a loose tail. He leans forward, hands bracing on the back of the seat.

His hips roll, sliding his thick cock over your already wet folds. “You are always ready to go, aren’t you?” he rasps, eyes still holding yours.

“I-I kind of have to be around Papa and Johannes.” You gasp as his hardness rubs over your clit, and you shudder hard. “T-They barely let me rest...”

Jonas smiles darkly. “That’s hardly their fault, is it, when you look so beautiful,” he slides his cock over your clit, “and you smell so good,” drags the tip through your folds, “and you taste divine.” He leans closer and kisses you. “If it were up to me, you’d never be dressed,” he says in a low, dark voice as he rubs your clit once more before letting the tip of his cock slowly part your folds and press into your slit.

His words cause you to gasp again, and you gush around his tip. He growls at the sensation, reaching a hand down and guiding his tip all around your entrance in slow, teasing, tortuous circles. “You like that idea, don’t you? You want me to keep you naked in my bed? Not allow you to have a stitch of clothing on for weeks?” You whimper his name, fingers curling into his shirt, and you nod frantically. He makes a disapproving sound and pulls his tip away. “Use your words, my little flower...”

“Yes, yes I want that!” you cry, desperate to have him back.

Jonas hums his approval and his cock head returns to your entrance, rubbing over your clit once more and then going back to your slit, pressing against it, just barely inside you. “What else do you want, little flower?” he murmurs, pulling out, pressing in just the tiniest bit, over and over. “Do you want everyone here to watch me split you open with my cock? Watch as I slide into you and make you come around my dick?”

“Yes, oh gods yes, I want that,” you moan, your words guttural and thick in your mouth. “I want everything...all of you...”

“Such a good little flower you are,” he growls. “And you shall have all of me.” Without warning he slides fully home, indeed splitting you open around him. His cock is very impressive, definitely befitting a king, and you scream his name, hips bucking up against him as he fills you. “Oh fuck, you feel so damn good...you’re so tight after coming so much last night.” He makes a circling motion with his hips, dragging his erection over your inner walls deliciously, and you wail his name, eyes closing against the pleasure. “Hey, what did I tell you?” he all but snarls, and then his hand is around your throat, not enough to cut your air off but enough to give you a warning. You shudder, gasping at how that feels, and your eyes open to lock on his again.

“That’s better,” Jonas groans as he bottoms out in you, holding himself there. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me, little flower.” Slowly, so slowly, he pulls almost all the way out of you, and the scrape of his cock along your inner walls makes you cry out. He pushes back inside, all the way, and your cry gets louder. He keeps that slow, steady pace, and your cries ring out in the plane.

He feels...you can’t even describe how he feels. And the fact that you have to hold his gaze? It is intense, and intimate even with all your other men around. You tremble under his gaze, and when his hips meet yours and his groin rubs against your folds, dragging his tip inside you....you wail his name, and your arms go up, hands gripping his on the back of the seat. You can feel yourself dripping around him, and your inner walls quiver around him as he spreads you wide.

You feel someone, you don’t know who, behind you, wrapping your hair around their hands, as Papa and Johannes continue to suckle on your breasts. Henrik kneels next to you, licks his thumb, and presses it on your clit ... and your wails become a high-pitched keen.

Jonas groans and growls as he watches the others work you. He keeps his same pace, slowly sinking into you and rolling against your folds, then dragging himself out. He watches Johannes’s talented tongue flicking your nipple, Henrik rubbing your clit. Air holds your hair and suddenly pulls back gently, keeping your head firmly against the back of the seat and your eyes on Jonas’s own.

You feel so open, so exposed, so raw. The eye contact with Jonas is electric. Your legs, still draped over the armrests of your seat, start to shake as Jonas increases his pace, and Henrik matches it.

Papa wants to say something, something gently teasing and very sexy, but he refrains. He can see how affected you are by the eye contact, by the little bubble that you and Jonas are in. He does make a soft sound at how beautiful you are together.

“Kiss me, Jonas, please!” you beg, your words almost a wail again as Henrik’s finger rolls over your clit.

Jonas leans in close to you, the strokes of his cock getting shorter so he can maintain his pace. “Are you ready to come?”

You focus on Henrik’s fingers and you know your orgasm is going to hit you like a freight train, and soon. “Yes, so ready, so ready,” you gasp. “Please, please, please...”

Jonas licks your lower lip, murmurs, “I want to swallow your screams, little flower.” He kisses you and just a few seconds later, your orgasm rolls through you, and he does, indeed, swallow your screams.

Jonas gasps, hips stuttering into yours, and he roars into your mouth as he comes, filling you up and spilling out a little. His legs shake a bit, and he slips out of you as he takes a knee. His forehead presses into your neck as you both come down from your amazing high. He smiles, and presses a kiss to your neck, unwilling to move away from you just yet.

You bring your hands down to his head, stroking him as you shake uncontrollably, tears streaming down your cheeks. Air rains kisses on your forehead, down the side of your neck as Papa, Johannes, and Henrik all stroke and kiss you wherever they are.

Jonas laughs softly and raises his head, smiling to you and caressing your face. “You are...beyond words, my flower...” He kisses you softly, lovingly, fingers caressing your face and wiping your tears away. “Are you all right, lovely?” he asks in between kisses.

Papa chuckles. “She’s all right. She tears up with particularly good orgasms.”

“Oh Jonas,” you say softly, “that was... “ You shake your head, unable to say anything more, and you reach out with both hands, seeking contact with the other men.

He smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as Johannes and Papa take your hands. “I hope that makes up for our first time...” But then he chuckles, low and still a little raspy. “But after that I don’t think I ever want to stop making it up to you. Just wait until we get to a bed.” You shiver at his tone, turning your head and kissing him again, sighing into his lips as Johannes and Papa kiss your hands and wrists.

After a few minutes, you start coming back to yourself and you turn to Papa. “Who else?”

Papa chuckles. “You speak very cryptically today, my pet. Who else what?”

“Who else might be getting their mile high club membership today? You said I wasn’t the only one...”

Papa looks around. “Who hasn’t fucked on a plane before?” Everyone looks at each other, then only Earth and Water raise their hands.

You blink. “I’m not surprised by Earth—no offense, baby, I know you’re shy—but Water?”

He blushes faintly. “I-It’s not that I don’t want to. But I don’t like flying, and I get airsick...” Now that he mentions it, he does look faintly green.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, Water, why don’t you take something? They have pills for that,” you say almost dreamily as you reach for Earth. You are still feeling like you need a distraction, something to keep you from thinking about that voice, and what it could mean.

“Well, the only issue is, normal pills for humans don’t work very well for demons...I normally just try to sleep it off...But I’m all right.” He smiles to you and gives you a soft kiss. “I’ll take you once we get back.”

You hum into his lips, then look for Earth, who’s sliding over to you. He wraps his arms around your neck and buries his face into your skin softly. “You okay, Earth?”

He nods as he inhales your scent. “Yes, I just... Well. Well. I just need to....reassure myself that you’re here with us. It’s...well. It helps. What can I say?” He looks at you, shy and embarrassed, and your heart swells with love for him.

“Oh Earth,” you sigh happily. You cup his cheek, pressing a kiss to the little ghoul’s forehead. “I’m here, baby, and I swear I’ll never voluntarily leave you all again.” You kiss him, gently, then smile to him. “If you’d rather not have sex right now we don’t have to. I’m more than happy just cuddling you and talking.” You aren’t even lying to yourself—talking with Earth is something you love to do.

Earth has been hanging out with Johannes too long, you think, because his smile looks fairly wicked, and that’s not an expression you’re used to seeing on Earth. “I never said...well. I never said I didn’t want to have sex,” he whispers in your ear.

You blink at him, then shiver at his tone and his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You’re not sure you have any words after seeing a Johannes grin on little Earth, and so you simply kiss the little ghoul, tugging on his clothes.

He deepens the kiss and cups one of your breasts, squeezing hard, making you moan. Papa must be reading your mind because he looks over at Johannes and says with a chuckle, “I do believe you’ve been a good influence on our Earth here, my wolf.”

Johannes beams. “I’m proud of my little dude. He’s already much more confident.” Your fingers finally get his shirt off and your hands run eagerly over his shoulders. His skin always feels so damn good against yours, so warm and soft...you kiss him hard, nipping at his bottom lip softly.

He returns the favor, nipping your lip before trailing kisses and little bites down your chin and neck, marking a path to your breast, where he sighs into you and takes your hard nipple into his mouth. You gasp, and lean your head back as far as you can. “Someone kiss me, please,” you moan as Earth’s tongue laves your nipple.

Tim moves in, growling his arousal, and kisses you deeply. You whimper into his lips as his tongue slides against yours, and you shudder as you arch into Earth’s increasingly talented mouth. One of your hands slides into Tim’s beautiful hair, and the other stays on Earth’s head, gently holding him to you.

Earth kisses his way over to your other breast to give it the same attention he lavished on the first, while Tim shifts his focus to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, and Air takes his place at your lips, plunging his tongue into your mouth in a deep kiss and swallowing your cry of surprise.

Earth moans as your nipple hardens in his mouth, and Air reaches a hand down to fondle the breast Earth just left. You writhe in your seat, body on sensory overload, and you can’t stop whimpering and gasping into Air’s mouth. Special nudges Johannes and grins. “She wants a distraction. You think this is a good time for what we discussed last night?”

Johannes laughs. “Which part? As I recall, we had more than one idea come out of that discussion, my demon dude.”

Special blinks at him. “...I do not believe I have ever been called dude before I met you.” He pauses, digesting that, then shakes himself and leans up to murmur, “The ass eating.”

Papa sidles over, smirking. “What are you two plotting over here, and can I join in?”

Johannes hums. “Oh most definitely...we can take turns...” The three of them put their heads together, Johannes draping his arms over their shoulders to create a huddle as they plot.

You don’t notice... Earth, Tim, and Air have your full attention...but Fire nudges Water with a smirk. “Look at those three up to no good.”

Water grins weakly, hand over his stomach. “That’s never a good thing.”

“What’s never a good thing?” Aether asks, coming over to sit next to Water.

Fire points to the huddled men, still smirking. “That.”

Aether snorts, grinning. “Our darling girl is really in for it. I cannot wait to see.”

The three conspirators laugh loudly, which snags your attention. “What are they doing?” you mumble against Air’s mouth. “What’s so...funny?” You gasp as he pinches your nipple.

“I have no idea, little one, but from the looks of things, you’ll be finding out. My dear Earth, if you are intending to fuck her, you might want to get started before the three musketeers over there head this way.” Air lets his hand slide downward, seeking your clit.

Earth blinks over to them, then hurriedly starts undoing his pants. You shiver as Tim growls into your ear, “I for one cannot wait to see what they come up with...”

“I-I’m not sure I want to,” you exclaim into Air’s mouth.

Air chuckles. “Oh, precious, why not? Live dangerously.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve done nothing but live dangerously for quite some time now,” you say, before gasping as Earth presses his cock against your entrance.

You whimper, coherent thought flying out the window as he slips inside you, stretching you even wider than Jonas did. Your nails leave pink lines over Earth’s back, and he groans into your chest, forehead pressing into your collarbone. “Earth, love, you feel so good...”

He doesn’t move for several long moments, and you finally ask, “Baby, are you ok?”

He nods into you. “I’m ... all right. Need a...a minute, or...or I’m gonna come too soon. Moonlight...you feel like moonlight...”

Your heart warms, and you touch his cheek gently. “Earth...you say the most beautiful things...half the time I don’t feel like I deserve such poetry...” You quickly kiss him before he can protest your words.

Air and Tim frown. “Of course you—” Tim starts, but you press a finger to his lips, and you get the jump on Air as you slap a hand over his mouth.

“Not poetry,” Earth groans. “It’s...it’s how you are...” He lifts his head and the look of desperation in his gaze wrenches your heart. “Gotta move...please be ready...”

You remember well how he’s fucked you before and you nod. “I’m ready, Earth, just...take me...” His rough shout as his hips begin to piston is startlingly loud, matched only by your cry as he pounds into you.

You hang on for dear life as he fucks you senseless, your arms and legs wrapping around him as you cry into his ear. Tim’s eyes widen at Earth’s almost brutal strokes, not having expected this from the shy little ghoul.

“This little guy is a fucking machine,” Tim says quietly to Air in awe, now that your hands are otherwise occupied.

“Yes,” Air responds as he strokes himself through his pants. “He’s fast and furious...it’s part of why he’s shy, he thinks he’s too much, too overwhelming, too everything, and women don’t want him or don’t like him, or are afraid of him...we’ve been trying to get him to overcome it, but nothing’s really worked...until she arrived...”

Tim frowns. “He thinks women don’t like that? Poor kid...he’s a little sweetheart, women should be falling over themselves for him.” You don’t hear their words, you don’t hear anything over the pounding of your heart and the sounds of your bodies coming together.

“That’s just it ... they do.” Air chuckles. “Sisters of sin want him so bad they’d camp outside his rooms if they thought it would help...but he doesn’t believe it. Thinks every one of them is just being nice, trying not to hurt his feelings... But he believes her.”

Tim smiles faintly. “Well, she is good at bringing out the best in people. Maybe his confidence will raise in time...though I have a feeling he’s a bit ruined for other women.” He rubs his mustache with a chuckle. “I think we all are.”

Air sighs. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”

Your cries get louder, more breathless, and you feel your orgasm building. “Don’t...stop...” you say, breathless, as Earth hits your g-spot square on, and you begin to scream. Papa, Special, and Johannes turn to watch as you fall apart around Earth and the ghoul howls as he erupts inside you.

You both come down slowly, and you feel yourself leaking around him. Your fingers caress his back, his shoulders, wherever you can reach. You murmur his name like a litany, pressing your cheek against his temple as he shudders against you.

It takes several minutes but finally your breathing is back to normal and Earth cups your chin and kisses you softly. “My moonlight,” he whispers against your cheek, and with that he pulls out of you with a low groan that’s echoed by everyone near enough to see his cum leaking out of you.

You shudder at feeling him pull out, and you smile to him softly as he rests his head on your chest. You press a fond kiss to the little ghoul, and he beams tiredly up at you before moving away on shaky legs to get dressed. Almost immediately you look at Papa, Johannes, and Special, suspicion in your gaze as you see them huddling together.

You try to move your legs down from where they’ve been draped over the armrests and Special is suddenly there. “Here, precious, let me assist you.” He is so solicitous, if you weren’t already suspicious, you would be now.

“What exactly are you—”

The seat is suddenly reclined back and Special has you turned around, facing the seat back, so quickly you are almost disoriented. “Up you go, on hands and knees, precious,” Special commands.

“Wait...what...” you stammer as he helps you get on all fours on the seat.

“Shhh, precious, your mouth is going to be very busy very soon,” Special says almost soothingly, and you blush faintly. “Gentlemen, anyone wish to fuck her mouth? Papa, Johannes, and I have a plan to occupy her elsewhere.”

“Wait, w-what is going—mmph!” Tim wastes no time in shoving his cock into your mouth. His hips roll against your lips, and you are sufficiently distracted from whatever is going on behind you as you try to relax your throat.

Papa grins wickedly and looks to Special and Johannes. “Well, who would like to go first? And does she need a quick wash? None of us were able to get showers this morning, it was too hectic.”

Johannes looks at you, watching as Tim wraps his hands in your hair and thrusts into your mouth. “I don’t need her to be clean...and honestly, we do this when she isn’t clean? She’ll be so red....damn.” He looks at the other two finally. “But I’m also a filthy bastard, so ...”

Papa shrugs, then motions toward your backside. “By all means then, I offer the first taste to you, my wolf. If that is all right with Special.”

Special grins and nods. “I have no problem with that. Go ahead.” He moves around to your front, watching Tim fuck your mouth. He isn’t about to miss how red you turn. You, meanwhile, are getting more worried by the second, so much so that you try to sit cross-legged on the seat-back.

Papa tsks. “Oh no, ghuleh, on your knees,” he says as he gives you a light swat on one ass cheek. “Tim, would you be so kind as to help me reposition our goddess? You’ve got a good grip on her hair...” Tim chuckles and pulls on your hair as Papa and Johannes both give you a push and spread your legs out a little. You manage to pull off Tim and yelp, “What are you going to do to me?” before Tim growls, “Now, now, little one, you’re not done,” and he forces your mouth back down on his cock.

You are already blushing as Tim’s cock enters your mouth again, and you squeeze your eyes shut, tense as they reposition you. All the others gather around, wondering what the three have in store for you, and can’t wait to take their turn with your mouth.

Johannes positions himself behind you and rubs your backside soothingly as you take Tim’s cock to the back of your throat over and over. “Be good, sweetness, swallow him down,” Johannes says. Tim grunts as he begins to come, and you do as Johannes commands. “Now, I’d tell you to relax, but that’s not really the point of this ... so you feel free to blush as hard as you can.” And he spreads your cheeks wide open and licks your hole.

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