#hellaversekinkweek

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[hellaversekinkweek]

Hi! Thanks for putting together this event! All the prompts are so good! I'm excited to see what everyone comes up with for it!

Is there an offical ao3 tag/collection/whatever to post under?

Hello! Yep we've just made one, thanks for reminding us lol. We can't wait to see everyone's submissions too! https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HellaverseKinkWeek2024/profile You can find us on Twitter as well! https://x.com/hellaversekinkw

Reminder everyone! The event is just a week away!

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I technically wrote this about a month ago, but please enjoy the extremely silly name I gave my Day 2 submission for @hellaversekinkweek! The prompts were Cannibalism and Body Worship, so, y'know. ;)

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[man--eater]

Well folks, here’s Day 1 of @hellaversekinkweek for Alastor and my Praying Mantis OC Daphne (Radioflower! 📻🌸). I chose CNC. I also wrote this in one sitting and it has not been beta-read so it’s a little rougher than my usual work, but I still had entirely too much fun writing it and my girl Daph also had too much fun 😈

Tags: CNC, rough sex, prostate play, overstimulation, aftercare

My own in thee, for what thou art is mine

“Oh?” I said, walking towards him slowly, raptorial claws rattling with the tension coiled within me. “Rude of me, hm?”

Alastor smiled widely, rising to his feet. Sickly green light flickered in the small room, reflecting on the crimson glass of the windows. His limbs lengthened and his antlers spread, adding point after point to his crown of black bone. His eyes went black, red radio dials ticking in perfect time with the grandfather clock behind him—8:40, my timing was perfect. The quiet hum of the jazz he was broadcasting was the only sound in the air as I approached.

We moved at the same moment, but I was faster. My claws sank into him, catching him with their spines, and I kicked his chair aside and slammed him face-down against the radio soundboard. All the air left his body with a huff, and his ears flew back in agitation as he fell to his knees; he was so tall that it was easy to bend him over even while he knelt. I shredded his pinstripe coat with one drag of my claw and tossed it aside.

“You’ve made quite the mistake, my dear,” Alastor said, voice thin and dangerous. “I don’t think you’ve realized who you are messing with,” he said loftily, “but you will.”

I pressed my hips against his ass, sinking a hand into his silky hair. I tightened my fingers and pushed his head against the soundboard with an audible thump. “Hard to take you seriously from down there,” I said, smirking. “I will take what I want, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

Read more at AO3.

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🌽ny version on twitter 🔞

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