Request: “It's finally our turn to be asked "Truth or Dare". And Calux possesses one of the boys and dare us to him him have his way with us?”
Imagine it’s finally your turn to pick truth or dare from a possessed Lucas.
“Truth or dare?” asked the demon wearing Lucas’s face.
“Dare,” you replied, without hesitation.
______ has no idea what’s in store for her.
Despite his host’s inclination towards Markie and Olivia, they weren’t really Calux’s type. They were both nubile, yes. Just outshone by the latecomer. The new player in this round of Truth or Dare and their silly love lives. Too bad Lucas hadn’t met you first. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with an unfaithful lover and his inability to leave her, or the lover’s best friend who covered up the infidelities.
It was easy to overwrite the boy’s attraction, though. Humans were so sensitive. So easy to stimulate. Of course, Calux knew he was being hypocritical. He’d immediately wanted to lay you. What he wouldn’t give to be corporeal! Still, possession was a boon.
“Let me have my way with you.”
If he’d been an incubus, he would have already crept into your bedchamber and taken you dozens of times. In one night, till the break of dawn. Draining your vitality, keeping you bedridden and too weak to even consider tightening your walls, bracing against his cock. Maybe he’d be diphallic, if he was of the incubi ilk. One member sapping your lifeforce, the other replenishing it. Calux knew of such devils.
But being able to overshadow someone, that brought him almost as much pleasure as he knew he would have desecrating you. Invading some unenlightened mortal’s mind and body, forcing them to do everything. Admit vicious truths. Perform obscene acts. Commit horrific sins. Particularly in public. Suppressing his hosts’ desires and installing his own. Pure ecstasy. There were certain rules Calux had to follow on this plane. Coming up with loopholes was great amusement. And forcing mortals to play truth or dare was the most fun he’d had in centuries. Seeping further into Lucas’s mind, Calux began to list other party games to pervert.
Premarital was the norm in 201x, so he wasn’t too surprised when you unzipped your purse, dug around for a moment, then pulled out a box of condoms. Already opened. With you, Calux was only interested in physical penetration, not spiritual. Maybe later he’d make you admit how many guys you’d had and how you’d had them. At the rate players were losing, it’d just be ______ soon. Unless you four lured in some fresh victims.
It’d be fun to see you get prodded by and impaled on strangers’ cocks, tongues, and fingers. Through the penetrators’ own eyes.
Olivia’s right, you thought with a mental grimace, it does look like a messed up filter.
“It” being Markie’s boyfriend’s face.
If someone could capture a pic of this temporary disfigurement, anyone they’d show it to would probably scoff. Say it’s too silly to be scary. Maybe at a glance, you thought. Seeing a person’s face stretch to accommodate the diabolism masked behind it was brain searing. The painfully wide smile and shiny, buggy eyes.
Well, Calux’s bulging eyes were distracting from Lucas’s bulging groin. The demon figured he could transmute the phallus ad hoc. For the moment, his vessel’s member would do.
Besides, he reverbated in Lucas’s skull, I’m not sure my hard-on could keep that sheath intact.
You placed a hand on said boner. Lack of enthusiasm didn’t seem to bother him. Lucas or Calux. It pulsed even though your palm was almost hovering. If a player didn’t finish a dare, she died. If you didn’t help him finish, you were probably going to be violated. Well, more so than if you submitted to Calux’s advances.
Your infernal partner set “his” hand over yours, molding your grip. Puppeteering Lucas to buck into your fist. To tenderly moan your name, even though you knew glassy eyes were drinking in your submission. You eyed Lucas’s abdomen. Yours would be slapping against it soon.
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put to good use ; 18+
requested by ; anonymous (21/07/23)
word count ; 100
content ; sexually explicit content, spit-roasting, oral sex (male receiving), piv sex
fandom ; pokemon
pairing ; leon x cis female reader x raihan
read also on ; ao3
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
Being on your hands and knees wasn’t typically the most comfortable position — but it certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that you were being roughly spit-roasted by the reigning champion and his rival. Raihan at least tried to keep you stable by grasping at your hips, his strong grip the only thing keeping you from collapsing whilst Leon continued to fuck your mouth — fucking your throat so deeply that you were practically choking on his cock with every thrust. And, if you weren’t already completely and utterly cock drunk, you may have even been annoyed, but instead you just swallowed.
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mating press ; 18+
requested by ; anonymous (21/07/23)
word count ; 100
content ; sexually explicit content, mating press, piv sex
fandom ; welcome home
pairing ; wally darling x unspecified afab reader
read also on ; ao3
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
It was all just too much: legs spread apart and folded at the centre, leaving completely at your boyfriend's mercy; those warm, rough hands gripping at the undersides of your thighs to keep you in place whilst he pounded into your wet cunt again and again; the soft groans and whimpers, only half muffled by your kiss, that escaped him as he continued to make a complete mess of you; how disheveled and wild Wally looked when you broke apart, all flushed felty skin, messy blue hair, and wide eyes — almost as if he was enjoying this more than you.
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