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#𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐓𝐌, pinned post : multi-muse containing both canon & original muses. this blog will contain mature & potentially triggering content. please be aware of the content you consume. the muse list that will be beneath the read more & updated pretty frequently as i take on more & more muses. written by djaq ( twenty-eight. she & her ).
updated 17 october : added corey cunningham & the doctor / herman carter.
this is the blog i’ll be moving to in november. if you didn’t see my previous post about it, i put together a page with potential triggers & kinks that might make you not want to follow me, which can be found here. i’m doing it this way so if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. otherwise, i’ll follow you back.
Reblog this if you’re the type of person who needs to be clearly told that someone would like to ship with you !
( This is not an invitation to force a ship on the reblogger, but a jumping off point for planning potential dynamics both parties are comfortable with ! )
i was going to feature aldo the first month on the new blog but if there’s someone else you want to learn more about, let me know.
before she defeated him, before she knew what to do with him, alcina said words that could not have been truer : ❝ how dare you talk about saving your daughter when you’ve murdered mine?! ❞ and they were hers. not just young women for the caldou to change or bodies of bugs that resembled humans, no matter what her brother said. they were her daughters. and now they were gone because ethan winter doesn’t have a heart, because being a father doesn’t give him any sympathy for a mother. this isn’t the first time he has destroyed a family, after all. but alcina vows for it to be the last. hubris has gotten her this far, has made her lose so much. but perhaps a bit more. perhaps a bit further. death would be too easy for a man like this. and she has always been good at planning, at making punishments equal the crime. men are worthless. men are good for nothing but providing the food of their flesh & the crows outside her windows. but ethan is more than a man. he’s mold, the taste familiar to her. she wonders what she can do with that. the back of his neck is pressed against the curve between her thumb and pointer finger, claws dug nearly completely through the mattress. the bed had been all but collapsed before alcina had thrown him onto it, wings able to outstretch through the holes in the ceiling & wall. he grunts, shoulders knocking into her hand, squirming beneath the bulk of her as she drives her hips forward. she has plans for him, for the mold that keeps him alive ( that makes him too stale to be a satisfying meal ). he’s resilient. both in mind & in body, considering the wounds her daughters had inflicted as well as herself ( the way his stomach is bloated with sperm, the way he partially lays on it & wheezes but keeps going, keeps fighting ). if he can lose a hand & put it back on, what else could he do? what could be put into him? is it possible that the semen being wasted, leaking out every time she pulls her hips back & rolling down his balls to wet the dusty sheets, could become viable? if ethan winters took being a father so seriously, perhaps he should be used to replace her daughters.
stuffedreverse! : receiver keeps coming inside sender until they reach their limit with @moldspored.
leith thought his happiness came from his running, his freedom. he didn’t think he could do better than not having to submit to his nature every time someone trained to contain him. but then came daigo. and perhaps their dark natures called out to each other. perhaps the way they never fit in with society, even with the other man having once been only human. he couldn’t say. what he can say is that he’s never met someone he’s so compatible with. in more ways than one. he’s not going to deny it : he has a horse cock. it comes with the territory of being a kelpie, which is a horse. and while the size does correspond with his smaller human form, that hasn’t made it any less intimidating to potential partners. he hadn’t had much of a chance to ask daigo if he had any biological changes that came with what he was before the other man had licked his lips, more in awe that in fright. the rest, as they say, is history. ❝ don’t you dare pull out! i need more! give me more! ❞ chuckling against the other man’s cheek, he turns his head enough to press his teeth into the skin. turning on their sides meant being more comfortable; it meant @sixthxchairman being able to get the breath into his lungs to make such demands. and, before leith had come into him three times, seeing the way his cock moved beneath his skin before he became too bloated for that. the moss beneath their skin is damp in dew, wet with cum now. the kelpie hasn’t left his lover’s body once, not in entirety, but sometimes the spider gets it into his head he is. lovingly running his hand back through his hair, gripping it at the back of his head & yanking back, leith chides : ❝ it’ll ruin you. darling, you’ll never be the same. ❞ even now, with marks from the stretch of his stomach red & forming on his skin, he begs for more. and leith had always known he would be the type of romantic partner to deny his love nothing.
♥ breeding & being bred ♥ { NSFW 18+ KINK RP STARTERS } kinks ; breeding, creampies, daddy kink, mommy kink, lactation, pregnancy. send ‘+ reverse’ for the reverse. more can be added on request.
ACTIONS
{ BIGGER } sender discusses knocking receiver up despite them already being pregnant. { CONDOM } sender goes to put on condom but receiver says they don’t have to put one on. { DADDY } sender calls receiver ‘daddy’ during sex. { DISCUSS } our muses discuss their breeding kink. { DIFFERENT } sender notices the receiver’s chest is bigger. { LEAK } receiver begins leaking through one of their shirts. sender wants to help them before they put another on. { MARATHON } our muses don’t leave the bed until they think it takes. { MATING PRESS } sender puts receiver into a mating press. { MILK } sender notices milk on receiver’s nipples while they’re having sex. { MOMMY } sender calls receiver ‘mommy’ during sex. { PLUG } sender plugs up receiver to keep their cum inside of them. { POSSESSIVE } while out in public, sender sees someone eyeing the pregnant receiver & places a possessive hand on their stomach. { PREGNANT } our muses have sex while one of them is pregnant. { PUBLIC } unable to wait until they’re home, our muses indulge in public ( alley, car, dressing room, restroom, etc. ). { PUSH } the top pushes the cum leaking out of the bottom back in. { SHOPPING } while shopping for a friend, our muses come across baby items & go into a frenzy. { SURPRISE } sender reveals their breeding kink to receiver in the middle of sex.
MONSTER
{ CHANGE } sender asks receiver if they’d like to be bred, knowing they can change the receiver’s bilogy. { EGG } sender fills up receiver with eggs. { HEAT } desperate because of their biology, sender begs to be knocked up by receiver. { RUT } desperate because of their biology, sender begs to knock up receiver.
WORDS
❝ call me that again. tell me what you want me to do to you and call me that again. ❞ ❝ daddy / mommy— ❞ ❝ everyone can see exactly what i did to you … and i know how much you liked it. ❞ ❝ i’d keep you like this all the time if i could. ❞ ❝ i think i’ll die if i don’t. ❞ ❝ maybe it’s just me but your chest looks bigger … ❞ ❝ my baby is having a baby~ ❞ ❝ no, no, i promise i’m into it … a lot. ❞ ❝ shit, is that milk? that’s so hot— ❞ ❝ tell me who did this to you. tell me whose baby is in you right now. ❞ ❝ you want me to come inside you? ❞ ❝ you want me to make you a daddy / mommy? ❞
the world shaper can do as he pleases. that’s what comes with feeding off sexual energy, that’s the beauty of having a palace detected to pleasures few get to experience. or at least, few humans get to. yoel is [ . . . ] fascinated by human perseverance. that’s not to say their minds haven’t snapped, especially when his master gets their hands on him. or even beneath his hands, his cocks, the miasma of his pheromones simply too much. but despite not having the endurance of his brothers & sisters, he likes how they can keep up. or at least, do their best to. and that’s why he liked leon. so long as he kept the man hydrated & used his mouth now & then, fed him snacks while caressing the swell of his stomach, he could go for hours. why would he need to go anywhere else when all he needed was right there? and while yoel could have easily made him incapable of motion, leon was a gift that should belong to the one that shapes. if there was a human so deserving of being mold by a god, it would be him & his insatiable appetite. with the chorus of the pleasured screams & guttural sounds of the halls behind him, the sizeable doors leading to the lord’s throne room opened [ . . . ] and revealed it had been turned into a bedroom. human in size, furniture not the usual scale required for their usual size. if yoel could guess, they’d shrunk down to a more reasonable ten feet or so [ . . . ] but his lord was, for once, secondary in his attention. sat on their lap, @lcwless laid back on their chest, mouth agape as he drew in air. the position was necessary considering the size of his stomach, hiding where the two were connected. it laid on the ground, stomach bloated with angry red lines, trailing beyond them nearly to the stairs leading up to the bed. and with a rasp & quiver, yoel got to watch as leon seized up & grew. a jiggle of his flesh, a puddle of cum leaking out from behind his mass, and his stomach plopped out to the first step. ❝ my beloved yoel, ❞ semblance murmurs, sitting up slightly to address him. as the incubus approaches, he notices the cum on the corners of leon’s mouth, sliding down his chest. he wonders how many loads had been shot down his throat before breathing became the priority. ❝ you’ve brought me such a lovely specimen. ❞ and, meeting leon’s glassy eyes, he lowers himself into a deep bow & says : ❝ i am to please. ❞
[ BODY ]: receiver fills sender to the size of their own body & [ BEDROOM ]: sender & receiver engage in the bedroom.
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♥ filling & being filled ♥ { NSFW 18+ KINK RP STARTERS } kinks ; cum inflation, mild breeding send ‘+ reverse’ for the reverse
ACTIONS
{ FILLED } sender fills receiver a little with cum { OVERFILLED } sender doesn’t stop cumming in receiver; overfilling them { STUFFED } sender keeps cumming in receiver, stuffing them to their limit { PLUGGED } sender puts a plug into receiver to keep them big and stuffed { PLAYED } sender plays with receivers cum filled belly { TEASED } sender teases receiver with their large cum filled belly, taunting them into filling them more { TAUNTED } sender taunts receiver into filling them with more cum, straining their already large belly { BREED } sender cums relentlessly into receiver with the intent to fill them and breed them { HOUSEWORK } receiver is filled and plugged, performing basic tasks around the house for sender; sender gives in to temptation and starts to fuck them over furniture, intending to fill them more { LIMITS } receiver begs sender to push them past their limit, trying to keep everything from leaking so they can be filled bigger { FASHION } receiver surprises sender after being filled and plugged by wearing tight clothes their belly strains against, tempting sender to fill them more { WALL } receiver’s growing belly is pressed hard to the wall as sender continues to cum in them { OBSESS } sender can’t keep their hands off receiver’s large belly, turning receiver on heavily { DAM } receiver starts to leak cum, sender starts to pump more into them to keep their belly swelling
WORDS
“ look how big you are… ” “ so flat… want me to fill you nice and big ? ” “ ah-ah. i don’t think that’s your limit, do you ? ” “ please - i need to be bigger ! ” “ i don’t want to feel empty anymore ! ” “ i’m not big enough - i still feel empty ! ” “ greedy, aren’t you ? you’re so big and yet you beg for more ? ” “ you don’t seem to have a limit, do you ? you’re so huge already and only growing bigger the more i pump into you… ” “ please don’t drain me ! i can take more ! i can grow bigger for you ! ” “ i’ll show you just how big you can get, my love, don’t you worry. ” “ don’t you dare pull out ! i need more ! give me more ! ” “ i don’t ever want to stop - i want you to be straining to keep all of me in you. ” “ you’ll be my little bunny, nice and big, all full of my cum. ” “ breed me like i’m your little bunny ! ” “ it’s leaking ! pump me more full ! i’m not done ! ”
♥ simple cum dumpster ♥ { NSFW 18 + KINK RP PROMPTS } kinks ; cum inflation, mild breeding send ‘+reverse’ for reverse choose the size & location for a muse to become a swollen cum dumpster ! more can be added on request.
SIZES
{ SWELL } sender fills receiver until a small bulge appears { MELON } sender fills receiver to the size of a watermelon { BEACH BALL } sender fills receiver to the size of a large beach ball { EXERCISE BALL } sender fills receiver to the size of an exercise ball { HALF BODY } sender fills receiver to half their body size { BODY } sender fills receiver to the size of their own body
LOCATION
{ BEDROOM } sender and receiver engage in the bedroom { KICTHEN } sender and receiver engage in the kitchen { SHOWER } sender and receiver engage in the shower / bath { BENCH } sender and receiver engage on a public bench { BUS } sender and receiver engage on a bus { SHELTER } sender and receiver engage inside a shabbily built shack or cottage { BACKSTAGE } sender and receiver engage backstage at an event
daniel.
danny stares. ignores the rut of her hips as it grinds into his pelvis, as if he feels nothing. he is detail-oriented. tunnel-visioned. a quirk of moonlighting, masking, as an investigative journalist. he commits the scene to memory. her eyes. the mascara bleeding over copper-gold skin. chest pebbled with goosebumps, trailing after the tip of the blade. the scars. leathery. puckered. sloppy work. hardly what casey becker deserves. swift, surgical, danny pushes the blunt, serrated end of his knife into the crook of her neck. snug along the underside of her jawline. it shines silvery-white against her skin, like jewelry. imitation is the sincerest form of flattery ― that mediocrity can pay to greatness. like oscar wilde, danny is a writer. an artist. and a harsh critic. he has his own version of her horror story. a better version. with casey at the center, exactly where she belongs. his girl. the final girl. all she needs ― is proper training. “all that crying. all those hours.” danny squeezes his fingers into her, without warning. doesn’t need it. casey is slick, dripping, staining the sheets underneath her. his phalanges sink into her with almost no effort at all, knuckles-deep, wrapped thickly in the dark latex of his gloves. curling into hooks, and pressing hard against that sweet little spot inside of her that forces a gasp from her drooling, gagged lips. “…and you’re still wet.” a statement. an insult. information he already knows. his thumb weighs against her clit, as danny strokes her, curling and uncurling and pushing and gripping. a consistent, relentless pace. the blunt end of the hunting knife fits under her jaw, pressuring the carotid arteries. “did it get you off… thinking that this might have turned out differently? a burglary? a homicide? some sicko with a camera, maybe…?” danny punctuates the irony with a low, wicked giggle. makes a disappointed noise through his teeth. playful. patronizing. but the voice that growls from the dark holes of his mask is cruel, guttural. violently sincere, now, “i bet you’d cum even while I’m slitting your throat.”
the mere sight of a knife should send her into a frenzy. it is the weapon that nearly took her life, that made the scars that almost seem to refuse to fade with time. instead, casey finds herself almost obsessed with them. she keeps one on her person because she is usually alone, walking at night, and it would be foolish without one. but in the back of her closet, along with other secrets & collections, is an assortment she is proud of. one that is intimate to her. she always makes sure to clean the hilts when she’s done with them. but no one has ever wielded one against her, not until danny. and there is the sick feeling of fear, the thought that she very much might die. he’s still practically a stranger, no matter what she’s allowed him to do to her body, no matter how deep he’s left his mark inside it. there’s still enough of the unknown for him to be some kind of killer [ . . . ] but the thought doesn’t terrify her, nor does it stop her from making herself vulnerable for him like this. if he was a killer, she’s sure he would have done something by now. behind the gag in her mouth, she groans, eyes fluttering as his fingers are suddenly inside her. she’s almost ashamed by how slick she is, how she’s leaked down into the sheets & made them damp. usually the gloves would pull, there would be some kind of resistance, but casey is too wet for that now. and when danny mercilessly touches her clit, her hips buck up, though certainly not enough to do anything with how she’s tied herself ( too tight to do much but take whatever he gives her ). after so long simmering in her arousal & fear, finally being touched feels overwhelming. she can’t help but clamp down on him with the gummy walls of her sex, both from the manipulation of her clit as well as how the knife presses into her neck, making her eyes widen. it’s never good when he touches there. even now she can feel her body begin to shudder. and she’s almost glad for the ball gag silencing her because it keeps her from having to talk, having to admit anything ( or lie ). but when she keens at the thought of him slitting her throat through an orgasm, tightens & rolls up into his fingers, casey thinks she just might give herself away.
sighs. like this if i have permission to send in nsfw asks to you. sometimes we haven’t talked or plotted yet & i don’t want you to think that’s all i’m here for. though if it’s all you’re here for, baby girl, you are valid.
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they’re both victims to their natures now. the difference is that leith has had longer to get used to it. it’s not that he likes drowning people. he would much prefer to be allowed to run free through the woods without being potentially tethered. but someone always tries to ride him, capture them. they choose their fates. and he’s made the choice to intertwine his own with daigo. the man had stumbled across him lost & insectoid, the scent of him greeting the kelpie before the rest of him. a handsome male that wasn’t going to try to get a bit into his mouth? perfect companionship [ . . . ] unless someone threatened it. ❝ darling, ❞ he asks, tone saccharine sweet, the endearment not something he usually voices but thinks all the time. ❝ there seems to be a search party in the woods. ❞ tilting his head back against the tree he was resting against, he asks : ❝ do you think i’m at fault this time? or is it you? ❞ of course, they both know the answer to that. romance is sometimes going against one’s nature & not drowning them. sometimes leith is kind enough to give his victims to @sixthxchairman so he can eat the rawest of meats.
the situation between himself, allen & ruth is wrought with tension. and he hates to blame her but considering she’d pursued him while still very much married, the mother was at fault. allen had made it clear that alita was to primarily be his daughter & for a while that was fine. aramis hadn’t been the kind of person that should be raising anyone, no matter how much he loved his little girl since the moment he saw her. imagine his surprise when they said she was gone. no phone call before he had arrived to take her, no upset that would come if she had been kidnapped. a kind of resignation that made him sick & made him blame them. aramis watches the news. he knows that times are changing, with tantalus, and with that comes desperation. it’s exactly why he’s pursued adeline taylor because she deals with missing children & while alita might technically not be missing, this has tantalus all over it. his knees bounce as he sits waiting for @acipaer to call him in. it’s all he can do, to keep him from going back & killing allen & ruth with his bare hands.
