Happy Halloween!! For the second year in a row, I need to know: how would the ROs (and Thial'thu) react to seeing MC in a costume that looks like it wouldn't survive a stiff breeze??
It’s not midnight yet so this still counts. This Thial’thu response is for you, Grim.
James: From behind, he wraps his strong arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to his hard body, his hips riding close to your butt. His husky voice whispers in your ear, “Don’t you think you’re gonna get cold going out like that?” He noses your hair, his warm breath on the back of your neck invoking goosebumps. “Why don’t we stay home? I doubt we’ll be missed.”
Ivan: He smiles slightly. “Very lovely, my dear,” he says, but it’s quite clear he’s already anticipating having to offer you his jacket later tonight.
Aryn: She places her hands over her mouth, closing her eyes for a moment. As her hands come away, she whines your name. “Come on~” she moans. “I wanted to go this party~ Don’t be tempting me to stay home! That’s not fair!”
Veronika: She’s more amused than anything, shaking her head. “You put in way more effort than a dumb party for adults too old to party deserves.” She tilts her head. “Well... A lot of effort, but so little cloth. Huh.”
Seth: “Oh, yes... Halloween. That day when humans think they know what scary means, when they think they can consider themselves among us real horrors.” His eyes scan you up and down, almost too thoroughly, enough to make you feel like you should cover up after all. “...Hm. Guess it’s not so bad.” As if reading your disappointment at such a small reaction, he smirks. And gives you a wink.
Thial’thu: “Halloween?” he echoes back at you. “I’ve never heard such a silly word. Its meaning, I don’t know.” His tall, tall frame towers over you as he leans down, silky long hair brush over his face as behind that curtain of black, eyes upon eyes drinking in your appearance. You resists the urge to swallow under his imposing presence, but you know it’s useless; He’s already deep inside your mind. “But, if it’s what causes my bitch to wrap their tantalizing body in such small scraps of cloth, to present themself like a decadent treat before me...” You feel his breath on your skin, hands hovering around your form like he wants to take you but he wants you squirm more. Little insect caught by a Funnel-web. “I’d say it has my approval. How sweet, aren’t?” He chuckles, a flash of dangerous gilded fangs. “Revere me, pet, and use this skimpy gift you’ve bought. These hands of mine will gently remove it before I devour you.”
A very not safe for work fic for @grimaugur (Featuring Thial’thu putting his mindfucking ability to good use + M!MC)
The digital numbers of the clock blink back at you in the darkness, blatantly displaying in red light that you’re up at 3 AM with work tomorrow.
You can feel his breath on your ear, the heat of his body on your back.
But there’s nothing above you.
You clutch your pillow tighter, shutting your eyes to block the disruption in your head from feeling something and realizing it’s not really there.
You hear his dual-voices too close to your ear.
“Insect’s enjoying himself in the spider’s web? Curious...” The amusement edging his words makes the tips of your ears feel hot. You squirm with the way his hands trail over your body, long fingers playing across sensitive areas of your skin.
“I like you like this, dog. Defenseless. Willfully being my bitch.” His hips press to yours, fitting the bulge in the front of his pants right against your butt. “I can be your Alpha when your body is engulfed in its heat.”
A long tongue curls around the shell of your ear, the threat of fangs brushing your skin. Then it moves again, vanishes and reappears, pushing soft-lipped kisses to your back.
“It sounds insincere,” he whispers. You can’t feel his breath on your back as he speaks, because he’s not breathing there. An imagined hand curls around your throat. “But you like my cruelty and I feel fondness for your obedience. I’ve been bored for centuries, but you’ve stirred something in me I had long forgotten.”
You whimper as a hand dives into your shorts, wrapping your length in long, warm fingers. He chuckles darkly, but his own red-seeped arousal brushes against your cognizance.
Your hips tremble, a heightened sense of pure pleasure that must be from him prodding at your reward circuit, because there’s no way you’re naturally feeling this good from a hallucination stroking your cock, coaxing pre from your tip.
His other hand smooths over the curvature of your ass, giving a light squeeze.
“Is that good, bitch?” His double baritones drop to something husky directly into your ear, into your mind. “You can’t hide from me how hot this is making you.”
The tip of his finger teases the head of your dick. You bite your lip. The neediness between your legs needs more. Begs more.
“But will you be good for me?” His thumb presses into your cheek, making you think he’s spreading it to the side to reveal your hole. “I’ve got a good 12 inches looking for a tight, warm home. Can you tell me you’re the depraved little slut that deserves it?”
He kisses your neck, sucking a fake hickey right on your sweet spot. “Can you beg properly to make you cum with every delicious inch of my cock?”
Blood rushes through your ears as your hips move of their own accord, moving against the bed, trying to find the friction his hand has ceased giving you.
“Well?” You feel the weight of something hot and thick between your cheeks. Your mettle snaps.
“P-please,” you whisper, barely audible, into the dark, silent bedroom.
“Hm? What was that?”
You barely lift your head, shaky weakness seeping into your limbs. “Please, s-sir...” You swallow hard, your breathing picking up with each shameful, lust-addled word. “Please fuck me. I want it so bad, your huge dick inside of me. I n-need you.”
The chuckle is full of smugness and pure delight.
“That’s a good kitten.” You can hear his bone-chilling smile in his dual-voice. “Might want to bite the pillow.”
There’s zero hesitation as you’re spread open.
He was right. You nearly bite your tongue, how hard you clench your jaw, your eyes rolling back, body stiffening. There’s no pain. Another effect of his mind alteration, it’s nothing but pleasure igniting your body as inch after thick, veiny, throbbing inch slides through your insides, spearing you on hot ecstasy right to the core.
An orgasm explodes through you without warning, a hoarse moan ripped out of you as your hips jump, waves of shivering pleasure rolling up your spine. You probably should have taken your shorts off. Now your cum is soaking into the fabric, creating a slippery kind of friction that just further teases your overstimulated member as Thial’thu starts to thrust his cock into you again and again, hands gripping your hips so hard you’d expect bruises if it were real.
You never expected the Godly demon to be packing something like this, you feel stuffed so full you can’t help but cry out. Every movement forces pleasure into your nerves, reaching deeper inside than you’ve ever felt before. Your fingers threaten to tear a whole in your pillow.
“I think I like you, kitten.” His voices sound farther away, like he’s actually sat up to fuck you properly. Under that you can hear the clap of flesh on flesh and feel the impact against your ass. Certainly placebo, but your body is carried with the movement, bouncing with each thrust inside of you.
“You’re masochistic,” he continues. “That turns me on, but I can’t recall the last time that’s ever happened. I like demeaning you and watching as it arouses you, as you shamefully blush from how horny it makes you. Adorable.”
His chuckle transforms into an exaggerated groan. You wonder if he’s actually feeling anything from this, if he doesn’t but is getting aroused from the whole thing, or if he’s really just putting you on.
“I think we were meant to be bonded like this. Not just for my goals, but so you have a master you can properly roll over and beg for like a needy slut in heat.”
Saliva slides down your chin as your mouth opens wide with a desperate moan. Rocket launchers explode in your mind as you unconsciously raise your hips high in spite of your trembling legs. He’s just so huge each pass of his cock through your walls presses his girth right against your prostate.
“I wonder if you can hear me,” he muses. A hand, almost tenderly, smooths over your back. “You’re already close again, although you’ve been leaking cum this whole time. I’ve hardly fucked you for long, but... Hm, if I had my body I could make you go until I’m satisfied. I suppose it’s time, though.”
Tears roll down your cheeks unbidden as the hot pressure builds faster and fast deep in your belly. Breathless swears leave your mouth as he pounds into you harder than ever. T-too much... it’s too much...
“How ‘bout it, kitten?” The hand returns to your throat. His dual-voices shifted into one dark growl. “How about you cum for me, my cute little bitch?”
The hand tightens and all thought explodes from your mind. You cum. You cum hard. A scream tears from your throat as your body spasms, tightening around a massive cock that’s not even there, further ruining your shorts with shot after shot of cum.
You shake, pant, and finally your limbs give out as the wave finishes passing over you. Your soft bed is there to catch your sweaty, lifeless body as you lie there, limp, your mind returning to you in pieces.
You never felt the flood of warmth inside you, never heard the groan of satisfaction. No, Thial’thu never came. Instead that filling, mind-blowing feeling of being stretched just dissipates. Like it was never even there in the first place.
You barely catch the low, dark laugh that drifts at the edge of your consciousness.
“Get some rest, kitten. It’ll take some time to regain the energy you need before we play again.”
👀 Alright, I’m game. So what’s the best we could hope for in a relationship with Thial’thu? Is he capable of romantic feelings and/or emotional attachment?
Definitely capable of attachment. I have no idea if he’s capable of romantic love or platonic love or just anything more than that attachment.
Thial’thu comes with a warning (it’d definitely have to be a ‘I love you despite the warning signs’ situation). He is a sadist who would enjoy humiliating you, however you would not know (nor he, actually) he enjoys it unless he sees that you enjoy, so... And he is the most dom top I’ve ever written, so there’s that, too. He has no interest in sex outside of how he likes it and it would have to be the basis of your relationship until that attachment is formed. Regardless, he’s possessive. If he’s fucking you, no one else can.
Thial’thu may not have the firmest grasp on human things like the English language or empathy but, by god, he is so very leggy and he can fuck you metaphysically and his dick is like mega stack pringles can
Many eyes narrow, the dual-baritones of Thial’thu’s voices beginning to converge into one rumble as he answers slowly, carefully, “I don’t want to… And I won’t, little insect.”
Agitha laughs lightly, the haunting croaks of her birds trying to join in the sound of mirth. “How incredibly delusional of you to think I’d have any desire for death. If I were to die, which I won’t, I would certainly be bringing someone down with me.”
“To be fair, I didn’t know I’d last this long.” Berkard scratches lightly at the steel around his throat. Extra hands feel up his collarbone, attempting to form the impression of strangulation on his person. “I wouldn’t know, but I hope it’ll certainly be memorable.”
MC is dreaming of their childhood and how it was terrible, MC looks at their child-like self crying in the corner. They feel a familiar presence in their dream. MC: "Come to berate me about how fragile I am to you? Is that why your here?"
Thial’thu: A slow wave of a clawed hand and the scene before you vanishes like a smoke blown away. The shadow threatens to swallow you, the commanding presence seemingly always towering over you. The croak of that strange dual-voice feels more like a hug than it should. “I’ve always been here to build you stronger. History shan’t obscure goals.”
Agitha: Black feathers brush your skin before thin arms do, embracing you from behind. Sharply smiling lips threaten to leave their lipstick print on the shell of your ear. “Yes, you are quite fragile, little one. But that’s why you need me, isn’t it? Though you know that not. Yet.”
Berkard: The jingle of a shift is drowned by a dark chuckle. “These shackles should be yours instead, darling.” A pair of hands lead to a warm—too warm—body pressing so close to your back. Honey voice caresses you with a history of manufactured lust. “But that’s what we’re doing here, you know? Freeing us both.”
