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@demon-spearfisher
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Mortals were stubborn. That much the demon could understand. They had just witnessed one of their brethren fall onto the ground, gurgling in a pool of their own blood. Yet, they still had the audacity to approach the beast without fear. No, they were indeed terrified of his presence. He could sense it within their bones, the way they gripped their weapons with shuddering hands. Still, they shout, scream, and beg for him to retreat.
How naive they were to believe it would deter him.
Crimson claws latched onto the nearest unfortunate soul, tearing them apart to point they were barely recognizable. A group came in his direction, only for their blood to be spilled against building walls. Upon observing the bloody massacre, some individuals began to retreat. One didn’t make it far, as the Spearfisher’s harpoon quickly struck through their chest before reeling them back into his blood-stain talons. Another deafening roar came from the demon, alerting more mortals of his presence.
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nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno
i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action.
ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex 21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience 23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease 26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex 33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face
WORDS: “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.” “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.” “i want you to touch yourself for me.” “let me hear you, baby.” “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.” “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.” “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.” “make me.” “be quiet.” “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?”
‘MADDENING MODE SNEAKY EATING CHALLANGES ft. Fire Emblem:3h VAS’ rp starters! Video Source. Pronouns can be changed & remember to specify muse! ———————————————————————————————–
“What’s up?” “You’re looking kind of shifty over there…” “SHIFTY?! RUDE.” “Your desk okay?” “Yeah, everything’s cool!” “Okay… i might need to bring it up to the faculty, or something…” “I’m SOOOOOOOORRRYYYYYYYYYY.” “She’s gonna see this.” “I’m gonna text her. RIGHT NOW” “DON’T TELL HER!!!” “He dropped this.” “Why did you do that?” *excited* “HAAAAAAHH!!” “What was?! I saw that on your desk!” “YEAH! Cuz you put it there!” “Are you trying to sabotage?!” “I have a lot of BOOKS! Fat with knowledge.” “Not ___. He’s a good boy.” “It’s not what I asked, but okay.” “Sweet sister, sweet sister. Are you.. Um…” “It’s… It’s a… It’s a Chant. It’s a prayer chant.” “She’s very religious.” “Crumbs of joy!” “Something’s fishy…” “Only your fish to keep you company.” “It’s a super cool bookmark. Where’d you get it?” “5 second rule!” “Uh.. It’s 3 second rule. Let’s not get weird.” “NO, BROTHER!” “Well, so much for the church.” “CHECKMATE CHRISTIANS!” “On what grounds?!” “Are those crumbs?!” “You keep dropping stuff!” “Unbelievable!” “I’m a good student.” “Oh, sorry. It’s my pencil. It fell.” “May I borrow your glasses?” “Yeah, alright thanks.” “It’s sort of like a hero’s relic in a way.” “One would say that.” “He threw a cheez-it at my shoulder!” “She’s been hiding food in her… unmentionable places!” “Why are you talking about bras, huh?!” “There’s nothing in here, BUT TITTY!!!” “What are you doing? What would your wife think?!” “Yeah, I got into a fight… because I am a tough guy.” “I KEEP MY TRAUMA ON THE INSIDE. THANK YOU.” “He really needs a growth spurt.” “What the HECK is THAT stuff?!” “It actually wasn’t mine.” “You didn’t catch me eating.” “Are you talking back to the teacher?!” “Well, I am not one of your students.” “GIVE HIM THE HAT!” *face full of food & lies* “What are you talking about?!” “Actually, I think a cheez-it landed on me from your protesting!” “You got a lot of stuff in your lap there,____.” “I’m prepared for class because I’m a good student!” *sarcastically* “You sure are…” “HOES MAD HOES MAD HOES MAD!” “Class is officially over.” “MVP ________ has no weaknesses!”
@the-flocking-murder continued from: here
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Perhaps the demon had simply been oblivious to the fact what he had been biting at was an actual moving creature. To him, he had merely spotted an animal carcass whose flesh had yet to be devoured. Though, once those crimson spirals bore into his glowing blue hues, he backed off and circled around in front of the being. He blinked, tilting his head to the side out of curiosity.
A small chuff came from the back of his throat. Usually a sign for contentment, understanding what they were attempting to describe. He had been aware of the older ten, but had limited knowledge of them.
Pyke was pretty young compared to the other demons. He had only gained subconscious thoughts recently, and his host body was even younger in comparison. He sat back down against the grass, head nodding off in agreement.
“I see. Old. Not of the cult. But, friendly?”
; death’s hands coiled around my neck and its claws had the chill and sting of venomous snakes and yet it cradled the curve of my flesh like a forbidden lover. — ind. canon - divergent & mutuals only.
@the-flocking-murder continued from: here
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Perhaps the demon had simply been oblivious to the fact what he had been biting at was an actual moving creature. To him, he had merely spotted an animal carcass whose flesh had yet to be devoured. Though, once those crimson spirals bore into his glowing blue hues, he backed off and circled around in front of the being. He blinked, tilting his head to the side out of curiosity.
It moved, his body twitching instinctively. Was it still alive? He could know for sure. The subtle movements shifted his curiosity to slight wariness. What were they exactly? Then he hard the voice....s.
“Not human...”
He muttered under his breath, curiosity coming back to full swing. Stepping closer, he tilted his head to get a better look at them. Those eyes would be enough to scare off any mortal, but the demon had the urge to poke them. Though, he’d keep that thought to himself for now.
“What kind are ya?”
The smaller demon was bewildered, to say the least. Then again it was a common occurrence whenever the other spoke that was not a direct order for him. He assumed there was no ill intention behind the remark when they approached to stroke his head, as he was well aware of that form of praise.
That small moment of reassurance was quickly swept underneath his feet as the next question was asked. Glancing down, glowing hues examined sharp crimson claws while he was in thought. He couldn’t think of any willing hosts. But...he suddenly sprang to life as he remembered the events of a few nights ago.
“Village! Nearby! There were many there, we could find a suitable one there!” Eager, he was. Some of that energy likely had been transferred when he was petted. He had an urge to shed some blood.
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The calling resonated within, dragging forth the Spearfisher from a pocket dimension. Ink spun into shapes, opening a portal for him to crawl out of and physically manifest into the host body the other has so generously offered him.
Despite the human-ish appearance, the beast was filled with feral instincts, choosing to close in the distance between them while walking on all fours. Sharp crimson claws tapped against the floor, eventually ceasing in front of the Spirit Painter.
It was always difficult to tell whether or not they were being serious with their questions, or merely speaking their thoughts out loud. He tilted his head to the side, his answer somewhat low in volume and hesitant.
“...yes...?”