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Messy NSFT reference sheet WIP.

G Drive, because mods keep flagging it.

Two Verses depicted. MAIN = offers shaved vs fur. 🦌🥛 = Milkers, regular vs Rut/Stim.

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The heat emanating off his lover's body demonstrated his excitement, Angel's readiness exacerbated by the lustful noises the spider demon unabashedly released.

One long fingered hand curled around Angel's upper thigh, the thumb stretched over one inner asscheck, spreading him a little — the Radio Demon's face buried into the split mounds, his hot exhales from widened nostrils ruffling Angel's butt fur as he tended to the sensitive nerves encircling the flinching hole. The Overlord's other hand was wasting time, simply holding the spider's opposite waist in a relaxed grip, caressing his thumb over the addict's jutted hip.

Dragging his tongue up in repetitive strokes, beginning just outside of the damp cvnt the addict had surprised him with in the midst of taking his clothes, Alastor's attention focused primarily over the main attractiion — tauntingly sinking the bulged curve of his tongue into Angel's needy anus, lingering the hot muscle for a beat only ever during the short periods when the younger man had drawn away, the impatient rocking back as he begger for early penetration.

Alastor's devilish patience wearing thin by this point, the stag let out a warning huff of air over the tense rosebud, the quirk of a traitorous grin snug between Angel's trembling buttocks. Pushing in, the amused buck left a sucking kiss dead center over the hole.

His playmate was bending the rules, trying to grind into the bed like that, working on his erections without explicit permission.

Leaning back, kneeled, straightening his hunched spine, the Radio Demon's low chuckle was an outright beration — digging his claws into the celebrity’s buttock, gliding his procrastinated hand down and between Angel's legs, grazing lightly his sub’s bared cock almost despondently, the target was exploited heartily.

“Oh, this will NOT do. Brats deserve punishment. You will NOT rush me again. ‘Capisce’?”

The silly addition to the verbal reprimand was without warning, overshadowed by Alastor's unpleasant discipline.

Stroking s single sharp clawtip, the forefinger to be exact, dipping into the rear of Angel's wet folds, the Radio Demon dragged the claw forward to split the spider's cunt. Through the misdirection, the demon slid the tip out over the throbbing nub at the other end, submerging the tip into the engorging button to jiggle it, encouraging new blood flow, his finger slickened with Angel's juices.

Hoisting his lover’s backside higher with his first hand, suddenly Alastor released toying with Angel's clit, curling his finger and thumb inwards to rapidly stroke the aroused bud with a series of roughened hard flicks, in substitute of a proper pvssy spanking. The Radio Demon's knuckle smacking his sub’s tender mound, the length of his claw fleetingly dipping into the folds of the pvssy, effectively punishing it as a convenient extension of the correction. The discipline elicited the deepening coil of pleasure within the Overlord's gut, his own erection hardening as he punished his impatient lover.

“Promise me you will behave like a good pet.”

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If someone would have told him that one of these days he would end up face down, ass up, in the Radio Demon's bed? He probably would have absolutely laughed in their face. It had seemed, after all, that Alastor had no interest in Angel Dust whatsoever. The deer had made that entirely clear, after Angel's failed attempts. He had offered to suck the other's dick as soon as he had met Alastor, and then had oh so kindly volunteered his talent to fuck said demon to get the hotel some views.

Both times, Alastor had been pretty fucking clear that he had no interest. Yet here he was, white tips of his fingers curled into the bed sheet, whimpering at the ministrations of the Overlord. Never going to happen, my ass. Angel would have rolled his eyes, if he wasn't already such a wreck. Prior to all this, he had thought that Alastor simply wasn't interested in any sexual encounter. Walking in on him getting fucked by his own tentacles had changed that.

But masturbation was also different, if one were to ask Angel, and that didn't mean that the other wanted to be with another person. He couldn't be more ecstatic that he had been wrong. He was letting out little mewls as he felt the other's tongue press against the small rosebud of his puckered hole, whimpering and grinding his hips backwards, wanting more friction. Wanting to feel the other's tongue plunge into him, just like he had watched those tentacles plunge into their owner.

"A-Al..." He croaked out, biting into his lip. If he were being honest with himself, he really got fucked - pun somewhat intended - on the job. He never really got off, having to clearly fake it, and it was all about the other actor's pleasure over his own. No one going down on his dick or his pussy, no one taking the time to unwind Angel. So while people might think this was habitual to him, Angel was incredibly sensitive to these sort of ministrations.

"Fuck....how'd yeh' get so...so good..." He's muttering, already slipping somewhat into sub space. There were key words that would get him there immediately, but he wasn't going to give Alastor that satisfaction, simply moaning as he felt another swipe of tongue over his hole. "And here....here ah' thought yeh' were...w-were a fuckin' prude."

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Writing my last draft owed, then working on ficlets.

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I love them too much

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@arachnaemboss 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓: ❝ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ❞

“I’m curious, how many were there? I mean,” the radio host added wryly, suggesting through a delicate aloof smile, turning the direction of their intimate conversation to uncover yet another new leaf in their relationship, “You used the plural context. Did this happen all at once, or several…incidents? My REAL question is…”

Pivoting on the spot, proceeding this quickly into their esoteric, revolutionary conversation amounted to a significant risk. The revelations following the acclaimed Overlord spilling a clandestine confession had not detered the Radio Demon's determination to pry deeper, after which in his own personal opinion the unsatisfactory rare tidbit of information divulged, the stag Overlord sought juicier details.

Considering that reveal the appetiser, after tasting the delicacy the prominent demon inadvertently teased, the famine of lucrative secrets resembled an easy bait-and-switch. This may not be a genuine, impulsive reveal.

It was all too easy to lure the Radio Demon into a state of relaxed caution, dropping his guard in the aftermath of Zestiel’s candid, self-imposed absolution. Wielding that much power, Alastor was apt to agree Zestiel had the birth-right to do whatever he pleased without penalties. The eminence the deer inwardly admired privately, had deemed it necessary to confide this unheard-of acknowledgement of injuries. Plural made it tantalising as much as it raised Alastor's suspicions.

Facing Zestiel directly, a sharpened edge clipping his next question, Alastor's lit-up eyes roved over Zestiel’s shadowed form — suppressing the urge to step back, the stag maintained his territorial stance, arms folded over the small of his back, acutely aware his forced brassy front was weak under Zestiel’s scrutiny. Ears pricked forward, expression vibrant, Alastor's mood slipped sideways into an incredulous temperament.

If the older gentleman steered their conversation elsewhere, Alastor had already made up his mind to probe harder, refusing to relinquish this glorious chance to lear more about it.

"Why are you telling me this?"

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ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ || @angie-long-legs

The voice from the doorway snapped Angel out of his pity party, springing upright to meet the eye of the intruder who had caught him at such a vulnerable moment. It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of a full-on sobbing breakdown, but the events of the night had unfolded as such that there was no other possible outcome. All other strategies had been exhausted: drugs, booze, casual sex, rinse and repeat. And still, it wasn't enough to bury it. No amount of dirt and filth would keep it from crawling into his consciousness - no matter how Angel tried to abandon the pain, it tracked him down with a vengeance. It devoured him.

And so, he had sought comfort of the carnal kind, playing out a kinky fantasy of his with his newly-adopted partner, the Radio Demon himself. And it had worked: it had helped him forget, given him that rush he needed, that catharsis... things were better.

And then they weren't.

The moment their play was over, Angel had retired to his bedroom. After all, what more could Alastor offer him? He'd been willing to indulge the spider in his erotic roleplay. They had both had their fun, and now it was over. Before the Overlord had a chance to ask Angel exactly why he wasn't sticking around for pillow-talk, he had been out of the door without a word. Collapsing in a heap on his bed, the porn star had finally felt able to cry, chest heaving with the ragged gulps and gasps that came tearing out as he succumbed to the ache of everything.

But, apparently, Alastor was not so easily deterred.

The stag himself was standing in Angel's doorway, smile intact, his expression as unreadable as it ever was.

"'M not cryin'," Angel mumbled uselessly, more than aware that there was not a chance in hell of the stag actually believing him. He was unsure exactly how long he had been curled up on the bed, bawling his eyes out, but it was long enough that he could feel his face had become swollen and streaked with tears. "'M just... tired, okay? Some of us down here actually sleep, ya know."

The realisation had dawned on Alastor, once Angel had brusquely skipped the final stage of their role playing: the all-important delving into each other's psychological and emotional well-being, the aftercare. After the theatrical, exhaustive exploration of their physical bodies, the less tangible sounding out of their mental comforts had swiftly been eliminated, Angel gathering his things and leaving his playmate. Discarded, like a used toy. The Radio Demon felt deeply spurned by this course of action — more like inaction, however inexperienced the Overlord rarely admitted he understood there was more to aftercare than Angel the star professed to practise.

Left alone, Alastor had been trying to understand what had gone wrong. Mulling it over in dead silence, the absence of his Mirror Shadow, the allegations Angel's rushed departure invited disconcerted explanations swarming on the buck's fraught head.

Painstakingly cleaning up the evidence of their impassioned affair, uncertainty clouding his eyes, Alastor's movements were deliberated and sluggish. Partial to retire himself, the gear Angel left added to the preparation for a prolonged time-out; the myriad of reasonings the tired buck had fabricated intensified the itch to sift through his sub's excuses for the vanishing act.

Supposing the spider had been too uncomfortable to utilise their safeword, or found fault with his Dom’s role… should Angel have at least had the decency to complain? Disparage his willing lover? Invent new curses and slurs to criticise the deer demon? Throw the butcher's apron and equipment into the fireplace in a fit of regret?

None of them justified the spider demon's unusual actions. Pulling a lounge robe shut after slipping it on, intentionally omitting the belt and any kind of shoes, confident nobody else had a good reason to roam the halls at this time of night, when the door softly clicked shut behind him it had roughly been just over a half hour when the Overlord chose to trace Angel's steps. Naked under the robe, clovenhooves quiet on the carpet, the route to the porn star's quarters went without a hitch.

The walls in the old Hotel weren't so thick to prevent ALL the cacophony of mortifying and curious sounds on other days and nights, coming from a number of rooms, as few as they were… The new Hotel's renovation lent better, soundproofed walls; not exactly perfect, venturing out into the hallway, the Radio Demon had the keenest sense to catch the sounds of his conflicted lover’s muffled cries through the door.

The porn star's room was the first port of call, regardless of whatever Angel had resolved to do at such a mystifying time, it felt like the likeliest place to check first.

Standing motionless within Angel's open doorway, it appeared a simpler puzzle to solve than guessed.

The Radio Demon's plain smile gave no indication of the turmoil bubbling inside. The sight of Angel’s lifted features, his skin flushed pink and wet from…  bawling his heart out, it seemed, didn't conclude anything. Far from it. It stirred Alastor's curiousity, the appetite for secrecy reignited in the wake of their primal fuck. Angel's casual avoidance questionable, brushing off the pointed advice, the Overlord was always in a uncooperative mood.

Whereas the porn star held a wage pretending to lie and put on a mask. Alastor's situation was close to being cut from the same cloth. Approaching the distressing scene with a strained smile didn't mean compassion and tenderness weren't also presented on the same silver platter.

Trust was earned, not dished out carelessly.

“Sleep doesn't work if you're awake and mourning like you're at a funeral,” came the blunt chastisement, the solemn Overlord pausing briefly to slide the door lock into place first before continuing.

Crossing the threshold, Alastor's bold steps forward insinuated a reproachful accusation, the Radio Demon's demeanour strictly austere. The stretched smile’s potency faltering, lowering the pitch of his voice to a gentler tone, a hand was extended in offering from inside his robe — a three-quarters full bottle of prestigious brandy. Holding it firmly in front of his distraught sub's face, the Radio Demon compensated for their awkward height difference crouched in front, head canted to follow Angel's tilted line of sight. Fur/hair tousled, sweat drying it plastered to his scalp, the deer looked breathtaking in comparison to how Angel looked — and sounded — chewed up and worn out, left to rot in a ditch somewhere unsavoury. 

Offering his friend a bleak smile, trace elements of sincerity bleeding through, Alastor waited patiently, shutting off any intermissions from his background ambient radio frequency. It was just the two of them, one of them behaving like he'd just returned from a years’ long war.

“Would you like to talk about it? I've brought you some liquid courage, on the off chance you wanted a good story to explain the morning’s hangover. I suppose nobody heard... what we were doing," he appended the horrific if not true comprehension, squeamish at the thought. Breathing under control after composing his recovery chasing their fun, Angel's appearance befitted a pathetic weakling, the sobs Alastor had interrupted still pervading the deer's inquisitive thoughts even though the spider had caught his breath to speak.

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Like for a Chewsday invasion.

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Finished, back to regular schedule~

SP appointment after breakfast, I'll be unavailable from now (hullo anxiety) until lunch. Last draft done either then, or later today.

Casual reminder: personals, disregard my DNI rule that's limited to only 2 perimeters unlike other blogs, you're hardblocked. Repeatedly ignoring it doesn't have another ending for you. I hate to block fans but respect my blog, thanks.

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SP appointment after breakfast, I'll be unavailable from now (hullo anxiety) until lunch. Last draft done either then, or later today.

Casual reminder: personals, disregard my DNI rule that's limited to only 2 perimeters unlike other blogs, you're hardblocked. Repeatedly ignoring it doesn't have another ending for you. I hate to block fans but respect my blog, thanks.

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Pumping rhythmically, the Radio Demon's pace became stilted as his loyaly Queen's orgasm was reaching it's peak, the buck's hips meeting his mate’s zealously.

The deeper plunges attributed to her tractable arousal, the deer demon's throbbing member driven deeper to find the renowned resistance. Lilith's pulsating core twitching faster, the awaited contractions gripping his cock as she let go verbally the forestalled praise Alastor had been yearning to hear — coherent or strangled, the inevitable moans laced through with recognisable PRAISE had sent Alastor's mind reeling. Hoped for but never realised, Lilith's loosened admission refuted the spiteful and demeaning exchanges they shared in other company.

Jaws relaxed, Lilith's shoulder released, Alastor's warm breath huffed in her ear when his thursts slowed; tail flagging wildly, the stag's sweat-slicked body pressing Lilith's body harder over the desk, his own back bowed once he buried his cock to the hilt, bringing the fierce carnal smacks of their entwined bodies to the end.

Face buried in the mess of disheveled hair at the nape of Lilith's neck, adding to the damp skin some of the Queen's blood left smeared across his jaw, Alastor's lips peeled back in a grimace, crying out a number of pained noises. The Radio Demon's cock spasming within Lilith's tight inner folds, hot seed inundated the Queen's clenching body, pulsating out in surges. Riding out the orgasm firmly pressing into her, shudders mirrored, the buck's undulating fire heightened, heat strongest where his twitching member filled her up in quickened waves, sac throbbing flushed to her dripping cunt.

The rapid succession of their climaxes measured up admiringly, Alastor was incapable of rational thought, only just managing to redistribute his weight ontop of Lilith's prone body — easing her abdomen back onto the desk, multiple lines of red furrows marked the creamy skin on her hips and buttocks where he had raked his claws at the crest of his orgasm.

Pinning Lilith's body down, fingers still gripping her hips, overenthusiastic, Alastor's movements persistent — panting for breaths scraped back from the dangers of falling asleep too quickly, the stag Overlord's heartbeat thudded hard, palpations against Lilith's back.

Vision clouded amongst his mate’s tangled hair, too tired to be distrustful of his Mistress's curved horns within range, Alastor remained seated inside her, anxious; the demon's member softened a little, channels of cvm trickling out separately around the pulsing base of his cock. Joined, the rough breeding had taken it's toll, eroding Alastor's zeal for another round. The scandalous fuck right up on the unveiled window was thrilling enough.

Even so, the suggestion was exhilarating. Perhaps another time.

Heaving out an exhausted sigh, turning his head to lap absently at his lover's seeping wound, Alastor's advice didn't sound too half bad.

“Can I… convince… to stay with you tonight..?”

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

@hells-musing-along ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ: ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀʏ: ꜱɪɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: #9

This was an innovative appointment.

The curtains were drawn back, the cord ripped loose and pooled on the floor. Thankfully, this wasn't taking place in broad daylight. Following his Mistress's gaze out the window, it was nigh on impossible to catch a glimpse of any bystanders down on the street. Any stragglers this time of night were treated to a fine show; supposing the dim flickering glow from Lillith's fireplace offered any adequate light.

Shoved up against the cold window, facing forward Lillith hadn't much leeway to move — her face had turned sideways, hot condensation steaming up a patch on the glass as she huffed, awash with euphoria. The prospects of the duo finishing elsewhere, such as Lillith's desk, seemed a notion out of reach by now.

The Radio Demon had lifted the Queen of Hell's body onto his lap; clenching her hips tightly, beads of red rising from the indentations underneath the demon's claws clutching her bare skin. A sheen of sweat slicked their bodies uniformly, partially undressed for the impromptu hatefuck. Lillith's dress rucked up and bunched about her waist, Alastor's coat left open but his pants simply unbuckled and left open to sag around his thighs. 

Unreservedly nailing Lillith to the window, Alastor's stricken grunts accompanied each hard thrust — rhythmically angled up, ever bumping his lover harder against the glass. His cock splitting the first woman's throbbing core snugly, the pumps were industrious - Alastor desperate to try and fill Lillith all 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙬𝙖𝙮 to meet the fabled resistance. Purposefully the stag demon had torn her fancy lingerie, shifting her body to provide access to that lovely cvnt. 

Back arched, bent over burying his face into the crook of her neck, Alastor groaned, nuzzling her damp shoulder as he continued to sink her lower.

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Rough Touch Starters

Include context as preferred! Obvious violence implied.

[GRIP] - Sender grips the receiver’s chin, forcing them to look at the sender.

[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer.

[FORCE] - Sender forces the receiver to sit in a chair.

[PUSH] - Sender pushes receiver forward roughly.

[PULL] - Sender pulls the receiver’s hair or a part of their body (specify for bald or nonhuman characters).

[CHOKE] - Sender grabs the receiver by the throat.

[PIN] - Sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[RESTRAIN] - Sender forces the receiver’s hands behind their back.

[PIN DOWN] - Sender pins the receiver against the floor or bed.

[CAGE] - Sender shoves the receiver into a cage or cell.

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Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.

I don’t care if it’s cute, sexual, or violent. Just do it!

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Heat (USFT) Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Breeding Kink, Omegaverse, General USFT

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"You smell so good… I just want to breed you."

"Are you nesting?"

"I can't get you out of my head."

"Are-- Are you in heat?

"You smell like you're going into heat…"

"Are you on birth control?"

"Do you really think this is wise?"

"I need it. Now."

"If you don't breed me, I'll find someone who will."

"I need to breed-- No, mate you."

"Did you know it's that time of year?"

"I can't not bite you."

"What's that smell? I want it--"

"I don't think you heard me. I'm in heat."

"It's early, isn't it?"

"I'm gonna breed you so good. Just you wait, you won't be disappointed."

"What's that… Smell…?"

"I reek."

"Breed me. Breed me now."

"If you don't get out of here I can't be held responsible for what I do to you."

"I didn't think you wanted to spend your heat with me."

"I can't believe you're in heat again."

"It's not that big of a deal, I'll just self-isolate."

"This is pre-heat, isn't it?"

"Is this normal for you?"

"I'm going into a heat."

"I thought you were taking stuff to stop this."

"I need it so bad, please--"

"Let me-- L-let me breed you. Please."

"I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you."

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I’m hungry for freedom like never before