#I keep having to go digging around for old hc posts or threads when I want to ref smth again

[byanyan]

i want to like... create a proper timeline of events of byan's life, but man... that sounds like a lot of work

[gnocchighoul]

Might i request an hc on HOW EACH OF THE BOYS WOULD REACT TO WALKING IN ON MC SLEEPING PANTLESS bc they passed tf out after mastrubating 😘😘

ofc you can bby 😘

This post is just for the 7 brothers, if you want hcs for Volo, Barb, Simeon, and Solomon too, just lmk 💙

warnings: somnophilia, dubious consent

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Lucifer

Oh, you sweet thing. Toys? Really? After he specifically told you to wait? Now that just won't do.

So desperate that you refused to wait for him—well, then. He’s going to have to punish you now, isn’t he?

He uses your toy—thrusting it in and out of you, burying it deep inside your pussy, watching the way you clench around the vibrating object. Fucks you slowly awake—whimpering and jerking your hips against the intrusion that has you so full, sparks shooting up your spine. He takes his time, a hand on your hip—stilling your sleepy rutting.

He’s going to take you to the edge at his pace—toying with your clit, the slow drag of the toy against your velvety warm walls, right up against that little spot that makes you see stars, and then—

Nothing. You’re clenching open air.

He knocks your hand away when you reach for your clit with a desperate whine.

You didn’t really think it would be that easy now, did you?

Mammon

Oh, Mammon. Sweet Mammon.

He wasn’t going to do anything. Honest.

But you were just right there, so soft and warm and when he snuggled up to you, you had curled up against him so sweetly—

He rubs his half-hard erection against your glistening slit, slowly, so as not to wake you. Slipping through your sticky folds, bumping against your clit. Rutting mindlessly, lazily, until the head of his throbbing cock catches inside of your stretched out pussy and he’s groaning, bucking his hips up into your slick heat.

His cock is swallowed up by your dribbling cunt, hips pressed flush against your ass. His fingers move down to where you’re connected, flicking and rolling your clit around. You mewl in your sleep and clench—his hips stutter, pace faltering as he shoves his cock as deep as he can, filling you up with his cum.

Levi

He’s jealous... of a toy. That’s a first. 

The offending piece of pink silicone is still near your hand, glistening with your juices, and—

Oh. You’re not wearing any pants.

Hehehehehe. 

Levi doesn’t hesitate to shake you awake. As soon as you’re back in the world of the conscious, he’s slipping long, slender fingers inside of you, groaning at how tight and wet you feel around him. You cover your face when he spreads you open wide, watching how your pussy desperately clenches and twitches for something, anything.

You won’t have to beg much for him to fuck you—he’ll be more than happy to. He’s got a real cock and he knows how to use it, that’s so much better than any dumb old toy~

Satan

:)

Good thing you managed a short nap. Don’t expect much more sleep.

He takes you roughly—tanktop pushed up to your chin, as he sinks you down on his cock again and again. 

Crushing your body into the mattress, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. Buries his cock in you from behind, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. Strokes your spine and fists his other hand into your hair. Snaps his hips into your own until your knees give out. He holds you with one hand, the other sliding down your front to rub at your clit until you’re a keening, writhing mess—and he takes you again and again, all night long.

Asmo

Asmo would wake you up gently—pressing small kisses to your eyelids, cheeks, the tip of your nose, until you’re blinking away the sleep. At the first sign of you being awake, he’ll slip down the mattress, pushing your thighs apart with his shoulders, peppering teasing kisses along the soft skin of your inner thighs.

When you whine at him to get to it already, he’ll narrow his eyes—nip at your thigh with sharp incisors, then lick the full length of your slit with the flat of his tongue. Asmo’s fingers press up inside you, curling to reach that wonderful spot he knows you just can’t reach on your own. Laps at your pussy and curls the tip of his tongue around the little nub until fire is pooling in your tummy and your hand lands in his hair, threading through caramel colored locks as you grind against his mouth.

Beel

This goes one of two ways, depending on his mood. Either he’s going to be a sweetie—cover you up and let you sleep, or:

He’s going to wriggle himself into the space between your legs—lapping at the puffy lips of your cunt with his fleshy pink tongue. He takes his time pulling you apart—slow, savoury suckles that are meant to devour. Wet and sloppy.

When you start to squirm, he’ll settle a large hand on your tummy, splaying his fingers out to pin you down and hold you still. You’re not allowed to buck up against his mouth.

He'll keep you there for hours, spurred on by your desperate mewling and sobs.

He can’t help the slow, involuntary rutting of his hips into the mattress, but, he won’t bounce you up and down on the heavy weight of his cock just yet—no, not until you’re sopping wet, your eyes glazed over, and you’re all soft and pliant in his arms.

Belphie

:(

Why didn't you invite him? You know how he loves to watch. 

He could have helped, even—could have sat you in his lap, rubbed lazy circles around your clit while you fucked yourself open.

Did you really think you were going to have all the fun without him? Well, no matter. He’s here now.

Belphie is going to stretch you out on his cock. Smears the tip, dripping with precum, across your wet heat—then sinks into your fucked out, weeping pussy, filling you up nice and snug. Rocking slowly, gently, into your tight, wet heat, toying with your swollen little clit until your hole is twitching, milking him like a good little fucktoy. If you wake up, he’ll stay buried inside of you, balls deep—tell you what a good girl you are and put you back to sleep on his cock.

((part 2 with the undateables))

[cranehusbands]

for a charming guy, you suck at date nights

mirage | elliott witt/octane | octavio silva; established relationship; fluff; movie nights; adhd headcanons; 1388 words

a/n: 3 FOR 3! these just keep getting posted later and later, im so sorry about that, but i was trying out crossplay on apex today (!!!) and having a blast, i forgot how much fun this game can be with friends, hehe

anyways, day 3 for @apex-rarepairweek, movie night! featuring my very specific octane hcs about his hyperfixations where i am (we irritating) we Projecting. thank you again for these prompts guys, these were super fun!

likes < reblogs, any comments in the tags are appreciated

ao3 mirror in the reblogs!

Preview: “Uh, knock knock, comin’ through.” Octavio looked up, only just realising how badly he was chewing at his fingers as he saw Elliott struggling into the room, two drinks in hand and a bowl under his arm. “Oh, shit- sorry, didn’t hear you askin’ for help.” “You’re fine, babe, but thanks.” He gave a small smile of relief as the runner took the bowl from him, only for that to turn into a light scowl as he watched him scoop a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “C’mon, at least save it.” “S’good.” “Too hot?” Octavio didn’t reply, only slightly winced and turned away to put the bowl on the coffee table, and that was enough for the trickster to soften again, joining him on the loveseat (fitting, for a date night) as he slid the soda over to Octavio’s side, and kept the coffee for himself.

“You can sit down, you know that, right?”

The voice from the kitchen made Octavio look up from his shoes, kicking at the linoleum of the apartment’s entrance. He’d been standing there since Elliott had let him in a few minutes before, before he’d left to go make them drinks. “Uh, sí, just… waiting for you.”

“You, the Octane? Waiting? Thought hell’d freeze over before that happened.”

Though the legend scowled momentarily, hearing his boyfriend chuckle to himself from a distance was enough for him to relax the shoulders he didn’t know he was tensing, pulling his hands out of the pockets of his jacket to wring his hands. So he was a little nervous, sure. And he wasn’t coping well with it, yeah. But it was Elliott - just Elliott, not charming funny guy Mirage - and him here… though even that seemed like it was going to be a little too much.

 Like a lost and bewildered dog, he wandered into the living room, putting his bag down by the side of the sofa tossing his leather jacket across the back of it, fiddling with his gloves as he looked around. He’d been in this front room many times before, especially since they’d gotten together, though more often than not it had just been a segway to go out on a date, or further into the apartment, either option leading to a great time… but not tonight. Elliott wanted to stay in, do something cute (‘like normal couples do’ he’d said, as if they were anything close to normal), and had suggested watching a movie together. “You have a lot of those.” he’d chipped in, but he didn’t even know the half of it. 

 For a long time, Octavio had wasted his money on any old earth horror movie he could find. He had enough of it, seeing how as soon as he burned a hole in his pocket he earned back almost twice as much, but it made him happy - almost as happy as risking his life. He was sure Ajay was happy with the alternative, though impulsive spending was hardly an improvement. But for Octavio, the rush of happiness that came with another order or just watching the same movie over and over again was what he always needed, a tie over until the game the next day, or the stunt live on stream in the afternoon. 

 Maybe that’s why he was so wound up - he was baring his heart out here, and that wasn’t something he liked to do. He was the kind of guy to keep his cards close to his chest, and locked behind threads of chains, and the persona of a man who didn’t care what people thought of him, but still had no interests outside of what he did. And though, yes, the adrenaline rush and the cheer of the crowds was enough for him… movies like these kept him company on lonely nights with a nanny he didn’t care for, when his father had his nose too deep in work or another set of divorce papers.

 “Uh, knock knock, comin’ through.”

Octavio looked up, only just realising how badly he was chewing at his fingers as he saw Elliott struggling into the room, two drinks in hand and a bowl under his arm. “Oh, shit- sorry, didn’t hear you askin’ for help.”

“You’re fine, babe, but thanks.” He gave a small smile of relief as the runner took the bowl from him, only for that to turn into a light scowl as he watched him scoop a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “C’mon, at least save it.”

“S’good.”

“Too hot?”

Octavio didn’t reply, only slightly winced and turned away to put the bowl on the coffee table, and that was enough for the trickster to soften again, joining him on the loveseat (fitting, for a date night) as he slid the soda over to Octavio’s side, and kept the coffee for himself.

“So, you wanted to be in charge of picking, right?”

“Uh, heh… yeah.” He twiddled his thumbs a little, before reaching over the side of the arm to grab his backpack, self-branded and decorated with merchandise of himself and his fellow legends, zipping it open and showing the contents, almost entirely packed with old DVDs.

“Oh, uh… woah.”

“I… couldn’t decide.”

“Yeah, clearly.” Elliott chuckled a little, looking up at Octavio’s slight frown, which really didn’t sit right on his face. “N-not that that’s bad, it’s just very… fitting, for you. Well, let’s see ‘em and then come to a decm- decrom- ...we can pick together.”

 He did as he was told, slowly giving a basic synopsis of each movie he found, recalling odd details and memories he associated with each one, almost forgetting that when it came to these things, he always revealed his full hand and heart in his excitement.

“Oh, this one is a three-parter, kinda like Saw in that it got criticised a lot for being ‘torture porn’ - it’s not… actually porn, it’s just a term for movies with a lot of graphic violence - b-but the endorsement of the first one from this director dude really carried it to cult status with some people. Oh, this one’s a Wes Craven classic- he did, uh-”

“Uhhhh, Elm Street, and Scream, yeah?”

“Sí, sí! This one kinda flopped, though. I still think it’s neat. Little boring sometimes.” He shuffled in his seat a little, carrying on digging through his bag. “Ah, this is a good one! Aliens in the school faculty tryin’ to kill everyone. Oh, oh, and this one’s got alien’s too, but it’s like… British, so there’s that - think it was important back then, ‘cos of stereotypes and- ah, shit, I brought Saw 6 but not Saw 7, I didn’t bring ‘em all ‘cos the first one is boring-”

“Tav, Tav, relax, buddy. Catch a breath.” Elliott laughed, watching Octavio’s expression shift to one of embarrassment as he deflated a little, movies still in his hands, leg bouncing.

“...Sorry, mi amor, you probably don’t-”

“Hey, of course I care. C’mere.” He wrapped his arms around the runner before he could finish, leaning in to pepper his cheek with kisses, making the man giggle a little, though still somewhat sheepish from his unhinged ramblings. “You’re so cute when you get excited, you know that, right?”

“You remind me every day, amigo.”

“I better. Just look at you.” Giving Octavio a playful cheek pinch, Elliott only laughed when the gesture was returned in kind by a soft shove. “Listen, we have all the time in the world. Just you and me tonight, remember? Pick your favourite, and let’s go from there, for as long as we can go. Sound good?”

Octavio slowly nodded, leaning into his boyfriend’s touch, the tension in his body relaxing a little at the comfort, sifting through the rest of the DVDs that he could barely fit into his backpack before he pulled one out from the back, a small grin on his face, showing the pumpkin on the cover to Elliott. “This one?”

“Gotta love the classics. You know where the player is.”

He practically shot off the sofa, almost dragging Elliott with him with the force as he launched himself towards the TV cabinet, pulling open the glass door where the old DVD player sat and prying open the case, barely able to contain himself as he put the disc inside and watched the machine eat it up. He’d seen this movie thousands of times before, he practically knew it by heart at this point, and his impression of the final girl was top-notch, but somehow, he knew watching it with Elliott would be so much better.

 Octavio crawled his way back onto the trickster’s arms, resting himself against his chest with his knees curled up, brought closer by an arm around his shoulder. He felt a gentle kiss on the top of his head and grinned to himself, focused on the moving image on the screen, any worries he had before seeming to drain away. Elliott has that effect, it seemed - enough that in the fourth movie in, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, even the sounds of snuff film murder and screams down the phone not enough to wake them from a lover’s embrace.

[capricxs]

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐒 𝟏𝐗𝟏 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  :  Dead Hearts

Snow crunches under your feet every day when you go out to check the gates. The dogs always come and go. They’re like that--- barely domesticated. And they hardly like you, as well. You’re just a caretaker, after all. Taking care of the crumbling home when the owner is far too busy doing whatever it is that they keep to themselves. You don’t ask questions--- that’s why they hired you. 

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG.

LIKE IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, BUT ONLY AFTER READING WHAT IS UNDER THE CUT.

OOC INFO: Dead Hearts is a supernatural/spooky verse inspired by the self titled album by Dead Man’s Bone, with influences from other cryptic/haunting material. Dead Hearts can start as a solo plot and easily brand out into a mumu if it’s desired. Below you will find the main plot (which can be altered to have more individuality), and potential sub-plots of additional plots for more characters.

Main plot: Muse A is trying to get away from the life they knew. Through digging for jobs, one lands in their lap to take care of and old mansion far far away from the place they previously called home. Upon arrival, things are a bit more worn down than they thought. The nearest town is a twenty-minute drive and people don’t really have the most glowing reviews about the owner of the house. The own, Muse B, being particularly aloof and unfriendly, but just glad the house isn’t primarily their concern anymore. They work, though Muse A is uncertain of what they do, and over the course of the days, the two slowly start to form a bond, and Muse A gets the inkling Muse B is hiding a lot more about the house than they led on, and maybe things aren’t so completely ... grounded in reality.

Sub Plots:

The home tends to harbor ghosts. It’s never really clear what ghosts stay and what ghosts go, but muse A has been long dead--- over a hundred years in fact. They’ve seen life come and go in the house, and they try not to meddle, just watch. Muse B, however, isn’t long dead and feels there’s a bit more power under their fingertips with meddling between the home owner, and their new home caretaker. The two frequently disagree, but one things for certain, they’re rather stuck with eachother for a while.

The home isn’t the only off-putting thing going on around there. The town is just as unsettling. An old partner to the home owner runs the local store, and rumors always cross the town that they like to cast spells in their free time, but the gardener likes to come by every few days with the things grown at the mansion, and they always feel like one person gets them, even if they seem to be tight-lipped about the status of the mansion, and the person who owns it.

1X1 RULES:  You can read the full thing here. The big ones are:

I only write on discord.

I really love to hc and hope my partner does too. If you are not one to give back on hcs, I will lose muse.

I do enjoy hcing nsfw elements, I don’t often write it in threads though

I play characters of all genders and expect my partners to as well in the case of a mumu.

I prefer writing 30+ characters, and would like my partners to write 25+ characters

I enjoy writing body diverse and plus sized characters. If you do not want to write against or ship with body diverse or plus sized characters, do not like this post. Not all of my character are, but I like getting this out of the way now so things don’t get weird later.

I will likely pick up this plot with multiple people, but will try to only use the same characters once or twice. I am typically single-ship with my characters.

Please note that I do not typically write this age range, and usually stick to 30+. Due to this, I wont be taking up this verse as much as my others. If you are interested in this verse, and I lack the muse, I will let you know.

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