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so. guess who's fucking back. me bitches.

because of last year's... flop, i've decided to do double this year. my first set of prompts is from the lovely kinktober-2025 tumblr, and the other set is from a mix of my own ideas and ghost's (everyone say thank you ghost). without further ado, here's the prompt lists:

1. Masturbation – Orgasm Control – Incest 

2. Coming Untouched – Ageplay – Kidnapping 

3. Threesome - Aftercare 

4. Voyeurism – Hypnosis 

5. Finger Sucking – Wax Play – Dacryphilia 

6. Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication 

7. Blindfolds – Bloodplay 

8. Webcam – Cages 

9. Exhibitionism – Shibari – Tentacles 

10. Oral Sex – Punishment – CNC 

11. Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia 

12. Free use – temp/perma marks 

13. Dildos – Dom Bottom/Sub Top 

14. Omegaverse – Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging 

15. Semi-Public – Object Insertion – Sex Pollen 

16. Remote Control – High Protocol – Fire Play 

17. Messy Sex – Service Kink 

18. Size Queen – Dom/Sub – Genital Torture 

19. Creampie – Sensory Deprivation – Electricity 

20. Mirror Sex – Dubcon 

21. Rimming – Forced Orgasm – Monsterfucking 

22. Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay 

23. Biting – Praise Kink 

24. Anal Sex – Gags 

25. Double Penetration – Impact Play 

26. Lingerie – Cuckolding – Fisting 

27. Hair Pulling – Animal Play – Gangbang 

28. Multiple Orgasms – S&M – Needle Play 

29. Body Worship – Full-Body Bondage

30. Breeding – Fucking Machine – Degradation 

31. Writer’s Choice

and list two:

1. role reversal

2. fantasies 

3. Shota/shotacon 

4. power imbalance 

5. gore 

6. kneeling 

7. dehumanization 

8. force fem 

9. collars 

10. hybrids 

11. safeword use 

12. knifeplay 

13. ovipos 

14. stone top 

15. first time

16. abuse 

17. emetophilia

18. self-cest

19. Distracted 

20. trans fetishizing/trans chasing 

21. pet play 

22. preening 

23. reward 

24. high sex 

25. vivisection 

26. authority kink 

27. hate sex 

28. bratting 

29. force masc 

30. worship 

31. free day 

Q/A:

will you take requests?: not likely. if i do, it will be for the second list of prompts, and even then it's a coin toss.

will you complete this?: fucking hopefully

why are there no listed ships for the prompts?: i like surprising people :).

why is the second list of prompts more fucked up?: for funsies.

why is [x] in here?: probably because i like it.

why is [y] not in here?: probably because i don't like it/don't want to write about it.

why are so many days about/why do so many days include [character]?: because i like that character.

posting begins tomorrow. yippee. assuming i don't die a billion fucking deaths between work, school, and life, i will do my best to complete this.

ETA: For those confused by the sudden influx of fics/reposts, I have decided to separate this into their own separate fics for each prompt, for the sake of tagging. This book will remain up, but not be updated; all further updates will be in the form of stand-alone fics.

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It’s been a long day. Grinding, fights, more grinding. There’s always some material they need. Unfortunately for Mane, Flame has been a bitch about it. All fucking day. Mane is tired of it. He’s had enough of the bullshit; between fighting, regearing, and Flame’s bitching. It’s exhausting. He’s had enough of it.

When they finally get back to base, Mane drags Flame to his room. Flame keeps running his goddamn mouth, which only serves to piss off Mane more. Gods, does Flame ever know when to shut up? Honestly, Mane could think of plenty better uses for Flame’s mouth–

And that’s when he gets an idea.

Flame is still talking, still bitching, and Mane has never felt the need to shut someone up more. He shoves his little brother against the wall, forcing the air out of his lungs. Fucking finally, Flame shuts up. At least for a second.

To keep him (mostly) quiet, Mane leans in, pressing against his brother; slotting his knee in-between Flame’s legs. Flame groans when Mane ruts against his cock. Mane has to resist wrapping his hand around Flame’s throat.

“Goddamn, you finally learned how to shut your mouth. You’ve been so damn annoying all day, and I’m tired of it!” Mane growls, keeping Flame pinned to the wall. Flame is at least a little into it, otherwise there would definitely be a struggle, and Mane isn’t sure that’s one he could win right now.

“Here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to suck me off, and if you’re good, you get to cum. If you’re not, you don't.” Mane explains slowly, like he’s talking to a child.

“And why do you get to call the shots, huh? What makes you so important?” Flame retorts, and by every god out there Mane wants to pin him down and fuck him until the only word he knows is his name.

“Because, stupid, I’m your big brother. And you will listen to me.” Mane says, biting back the growl rising in his throat.

Flame huffs, but Mane feels him relax under him, and that makes him grin. “Good boy,” He says mockingly, voice a bit too taunting to be genuine. But Flame still blushes, still looks away a little too quickly to seem unaffected.

Mane pulls him to the bed, and Flame follows his lead. Mane nods approvingly, almost impressed. Huh, seems Flame actually can follow orders. Who knew. Maybe Flame isn’t entirely useless as a teammate.

Mane doesn’t bother fully stripping; it’s not necessary. He gets his pants and boxers down before sitting back on the bed. Flame gets on his knees without even being told to, and a sense of something like pride settles in Mane. His little brother, one of the strongest members of the server, kneeling for him without even being asked.

It’s a good feeling. What’s even better is when Flame leans in, teasing the head of his cock with his pretty mouth. Mane sighs, a little bit of tension leaving his body after the long day. Post fight sex has always been a thing on Lifesteal, but after a whole day of fighting and regearing, it’s even better.

Part of Mane wants to let Flame go at his own pace; wants to see if his little brother will be good, or if he’ll be a brat. The other part of Mane really wants to grab him by the hair, hold him down, and see how much he can take.

Mane decides he’s had enough struggle for today. He wants to see if Flame can be good on his own. So far, he is. He’s taking it slow, but that’s not terrible. It’s pretty nice, in fact. Flame’s movements are steady, keeping pace, making Mane feel good.

He also notices Flame is making himself feel good. Because of course, Flame can never be patient. It’s almost amusing. Flame looks better like this; on his knees, desperately palming his own cock, drooling for his brother. It’s such a nice sight. This is exactly what Mane needed after today.

Mane pulls Flame off. “You didn’t ask for permission.” He says. Not that Flame needed it, per se, but it’s fun seeing the little flash of panic that makes Flame tense for just a second when he pulls his hand away from himself.

“I didn’t think I needed it. You didn’t say–” Flame says, voice stiff. Mane laughs, cutting him off. “You don’t. I don’t care. Just fun seeing you stress. You don’t get to cum until I do though.” He reminds his brother cheerfully.

Flame glares at him like he’s highly considering biting his dick off. “I hate you.” He growls, but his words lose any sense of meaning when he leans back in anyways, licking his brother’s cock obediently.

Mane lets out a low, pleased noise when Flame’s tongue runs along his length. “That’s better.” He sighs, laying back. Flame, to his credit, repeats the action, making Mane’s hands tense in the sheets.

Flame is definitely touching himself again, because his movements slow down a fair bit after that. He’s still prioritizing Mane - which is good, because he’s pretty sure he’d kill him if he didn’t - but he can see Flame’s hand moving in his pants. The little huffs he lets out every time he shifts on his knees tells Mane that Flame is very into this whole situation.

Mane runs his fingers through Flame’s hair, just barely grabbing the back of his head. Flame tenses, but doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t look up. Mane decides to test the waters and presses Flame down a bit. Flame, again, tenses, as if trying to resist, but after a moment he gives up. Good. Mane is getting close by now, and he wants to cum soon.

Flame lets Mane hold him down, swallowing his brother’s cock. “Good boy.” Mane says, less teasing this time. Flame shudders, and Mane sees his hand go still for a moment in his pants. Damn, Flame definitely likes that. Mane is going to keep that in mind.

“You wanna swallow or nah?” He asks, feeling himself get closer. Flame hesitates before shaking his head. Fair enough, Mane can’t even blame him. He lets himself get just about to the edge before pulling out, and it only takes a few strokes for him to cum on Flame’s chest.

Flame pulls back a bit. “Was that good enough? Do I get to cum now?” He asks, sounding half pissed and half like a desperate animal. Mane responds by pulling him up onto the bed, pulling down his brother’s pants and boxers.

“When I say you can.” Mane responds cheekily. “You were a bitch all day.” He says, wrapping his hand around his brother’s cock, using Flame’s pre as lube to make it slicker. His movements are slow and taunting, and every time Flame bucks his hips, trying to get stimulation, Mane slows down more.

“Oh, fuck you, man–” Flame growls, cut off by Mane leaning in and kissing him. “Yeah, you wish, huh? Not tonight. Not after how you’ve been all day. You’re not fucking me, and you’re sure as hell not cumming until I say so.” Mane purrs after pulling away from the kiss. Flame looks downright murderous, so Mane picks up his pace until the look on his brother’s face fades from murder back into bliss.

“Come on, Mane,” Flame gasps. That sound alone, the way his baby brother calls his name, damn near makes Mane crumble on the spot. When he doesn’t, Flame tries again. “Big bro, come on, please.” He begs more insistently. Mane’s hand stutters over its movement for a second. Something in Flame’s tone makes him just fall apart.

“Fuck,” Mane growls under his breath. “Fuck, fine.” He says, louder, enough for Flame to hear. He picks up his pace again, and it’s not long after that that Flame cums, spilling white on himself and over Mane’s hand. Mane wipes his hand off on the sheet. “Tomorrow you better be good, or I won’t let you cum at all.”

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“If you win, I’ll let you fuck me.” Flame is almost laughing as he says it. Jepexx fights the urge to drop his sword and just lunge at him, claws out. Goddamn, he knows he fucking sucks, but like, come on, he can win one fight. He can. He can! He’s not that fucking bad!

And gods does the idea of being allowed to fuck Flame give him so much more drive. Flame doesn’t just let people fuck him; Jepexx knows that. He’s certain of it. Flame has standards.

Now Jepexx really needs to win. He can’t even think about anything else – screw training, screw the goddam duel with Chief, none of it matters. Not like beating Flame right now. He needs to win this. Not just for his pride – although that’s important too – but because he really, really wants to fuck Flame. No, he is not down bad. Absolutely not. This is entirely normal, Jepexx is sure. He’s, like, 99% certain anyone would go feral for the chance to fuck Flame.

Clearly, Flame still finds it hilarious. Bastard. He has no faith in Jepexx. Rude! Jepexx isn’t that bad! Especially not with the best lay of his life on the line. He’s gotta win this. For totally normal reasons.

Flame isn’t entirely giving it his all; Jepexx can tell. He’s probably thinking about something else, but fighting is so natural to him that he can go through the motions without even thinking about it. This fucking guy. Jepexx wants to tear something in half with his claws. He needs to. It’s not fair.

Jepexx has never been more goddamn dialed in in his fucking life. If he doesn’t win this, it might as well be fucking over, because just the idea of fucking Flame is so goddamn good.

It’s not like he can’t have fun with his team, but Flame is different. He’s the goddamn immortal demon, for fuck’s sake. There’s a certain amount of prestige that comes with just being near him, being allowed to touch him.

By some miracle, between Jepexx’s absolute focus and Flame’s absolute lack thereof, Jepexx actually fucking wins. Both of them look surprised about it. Of course Jepexx wanted to win, but he didn’t really expect to, because at the end of the day it’s still FlameFrags he’s fighting. In no scenario was he supposed to win that type of fight, but there’s blood on his sword and dents in his armor and he still has it.

“Damn.” Flame says, sounding almost perplexed. “You did actually win. That’s impressive.”

Jepexx considers killing him again. The way he says it is almost patronizing, like Jepexx is the worst goddamn player Flame’s ever seen.

“Oh, calm down. You won. You get to fuck me if you want.” Flame adds, and Jepexx can almost hear him rolling his eyes. Regardless, he lights up again. “Wait, you were serious about that?” He asks incredulously. Flame sighs. “Unfortunately. Hey, it did help you win. Extra motivation is always helpful.”

Flame is right. It was a damn good motivator.

“Do you have any, like, rules or anything?” Jepexx asks, trying to not seem too awkward about it. He’s failing, he’s sure.

“No fucking with the blindfold.” Flame shrugs. “That’s pretty much it. If you do something I don’t like, I will let you know. Trust me.” He says, a half-smile on his face. Jepexx nods shortly, trying to act normal about this. He can be normal.

No he fucking cannot. Good gods, Flame is fucking hot. Like, he knows this guy trains daily, but still, he has no right to look that goddamn good shirtless. Jepexx is about to start staring at this guy cartoon style; heart eyes and all. What the absolute hell.

Flame notices him staring. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a guy without a shirt on.” He snorts, continuing to strip. “Never anyone this attractive.” Jepexx blurts out.

Flame makes some sort of sound at that. He doesn’t say anything, which is almost as bad as if he did. “Get your armor off already.” He finally says, and Jepexx realizes, oh shit, he does still have everything on.

He hurries to strip, tossing his armor to the side and throwing his clothes in a similar fashion.

Flame finally lays back, spreading his legs. Jepexx damn near starts drooling; this man should not be so goddamn attractive. He composes himself enough to grab a potion out of his inventory and pour some on his fingers. It’s not the best replacement for lube, but it works.

Jepexx does his best to get prep done quickly without rushing it. He just really wants to fuck Flame already; who can blame him?

When he’s finally done with that, he pours out a bit more of the potion, slicking his cock with a few quick strokes before pressing against Flame. He nudges the man’s legs open a little more, and Flame lets out a noise that’s probably not as annoyed as Jepexx thinks it is, but he’d really rather not fuck this up.

Finally getting inside of Flame is like heaven. Flame isn’t very expressive, but he lets out a sound that goes straight to Jepexx’s core. He ruts into him; shallow, easy thrusts, and Flame shakes his head.

“Either fuck me or screw off.” He huffs. Damn, Jepexx didn’t expect Flame to be the picky type. “This is supposed to be your reward. Are you taking it or not?” Flame adds, and that finally spurs Jepexx into action.

Flame groans quietly when Jepexx fucks into him properly, rough and desperate and eager, because who wouldn’t be. Jepexx considers it an achievement to get that noise out of him. Flame’s nails dig into his shoulders, and Jepexx lets him. Gods. Gods, this is so goddamn good.

Flame is taking it, and it’s so good, and Jepexx swears this is the best sex of his life. There’s something satisfying about it; knowing he beat someone who is, objectively, just better than him. Flame’s hands dig into the multitude of bruises and marks over him, and it only makes Jepexx fuck him harder.

He’s honestly surprised that Flame doesn’t protest, but hey, he’s not gonna say anything about it. Not that he could, anyways, not when he’s so hyperfocused on this. He wraps his hand around Flame’s cock and jerks him off. Flame lets out a pleasured noise, bucking into the touch.

Jepexx keeps going, even when Flame cums, even after Flame cums. The man is writhing a bit now, but Jepexx doesn’t really care, not when he’s so goddamn close–

“You’re not cumming inside. I’m not dealing with that cleanup.” Flame hisses, just before Jepexx is about to do that exact thing. “What’re you gonna do about it?” He retorts. Flame laughs. “Leave you to get your ass beat by Chief. You got lucky beating me and you know it.”

Unfortunately, he’s right. Jepexx, begrudgingly, pulls out before he cums, making a mess over Flame’s stomach. Flame sighs, shaking his head, but doesn’t protest. “You’re training on your own tomorrow.” He mutters. Jepexx doesn’t fight that.

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Spepticle is a good kid. Redd knows this without a doubt. He listens, he’s sweet, he’s easy to manage. There’s only really one problem; the kid has a tendency to wander off and do what he wants. Spepticle is distractable, and that weakens the team. Redd needs to put a stop to that before anything worse happens.

Spepticle is just a kid, after all, and Lifesteal is a dangerous server. Redd needs to protect him; keep him safe. He feels bad about what he has to do, but Spepticle’s safety comes first. His kid comes first.

So he builds a bunker; a safe place Spep can’t escape or wander around in. It’s a nice place, at least, full of Spep’s favorite things. All his plushies, his books, things like that. Redd just wants the best for him! He’s doing it to protect him, he really is. It’s just too dangerous for Spep to be on his own out there. Lifesteal is just too dangerous of a server for a kid to be running around on.

Redd has Pangi distract Spepticle for the day while he finishes the bunker. It’s easy to keep Spep distracted and out of the base; he does what he’s told and loves roaming around, and Redd trusts Pangi to keep an eye on him.

It’s a struggle, getting Spep’s bed down to the bunker, but Redd manages. It’s his job as Spep’s parent, after all. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the kids.

The bunker looks almost exactly like Spep’s room. It’s cozy and warm and everything Spepticle could ever want. He’ll never want to leave, hopefully.

So Redd tells Pangi to bring him back home, and Pangi drops him off. Reddoons takes Spepticle by the hand, leading him to the bunker. Spep follows, trusting Redd implicitly. Such a good boy.

“Is this my new room?” Spepticle asks, immediately running over and falling onto the bed. Redd laughs and nods. “Yup. You’re gonna be staying in here now, kiddo.” For a while, at least. Lifesteal simply isn’t safe.

“Okay, Mommy!” Spepticle doesn’t sound upset, but then again, it’s not like he knows what Redd is doing. Not that there’s anything wrong with what he’s doing – he’s keeping his baby safe, that’s all!

But gods, the way Spep says that - the way the kid calls him mommy, so eager and adorable - it sparks something dark and hot in Redd.

“You had a long day with Pangi, huh?” Redd sits next to Spepticle. Spep nods and yawns, and oh, he’s just so adorable. Redd can’t help but pull the boy into his lap; he’s just so cute Redd can’t help himself at all.

“You’re tired now, huh? Wanna get some sleep, kiddo?” Redd says, kissing the back of Spepticle’s neck. Spepticle whines and nods, laying against Redd.

Maybe it’s wrong, but gods above and below, Redd is so hard right now. His cock is aching, straining against his boxers and pants. He needs to feel his kiddo on his cock so fucking bad. He wants to fuck his thighs, or fuck his pretty little mouth, or anything– Spepticle is just too perfect, too beautiful and sweet and innocent, and Redd needs to be the one to ruin him.

Redd pulls up Spepticle’s shirt. Spepticle sits up, only a little tense. “Whatcha doing, Mommy?” His voice is curious but tinged with sleepiness. Redd has never wanted to fuck someone so bad.

“I just wanted to help you relax a bit, kiddo. It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” Redd says slowly, pulling Spepticle’s shirt all the way off. Spepticle nods, relaxing a bit, but not enough. “I’ve got… a special game for us, kiddo. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

Spepticle lets Redd pull his pants and boxers off, and Redd just can’t stop staring at how adorable his kiddo is. Redd runs his hands over the kid’s sides, ending up at his chest, groping his body.

Spep squirms a bit, obviously confused at the touch and not sure what to do with himself. “What are you–” He tries to say something, but Redd shushes him, one hand resting on his hip to keep him in place.

“I need you to relax, kiddo. It’s gonna feel good, but you need to relax.” Redd instructs. His other hand runs over Spepticle’s chest, playing with his nipples. Spepticle tenses, letting out the cutest noise; something between a whimper and a whine.

Reddoons pinches the sensitive nub. Spepticle gasps, his body trembling now. “M-Mommy!” The boy yelps, body tense like he’s not sure whether to lean into or pull away from the touch. The way he’s moving makes the boy inadvertently grind against him, and holy hell is Redd having a hard (hah) time keeping himself from cumming now.

So Redd changes their position, sits Spepticle on the bed and leans on close to his pretty chest. He can’t stop himself from licking over his kiddo’s tits, wrapping his mouth around one of the boy’s nipples and sucking. Spepticle writhes a bit, letting out the prettiest moans Redd has ever heard. Soft and whiny and high-pitched, all cute and sweet and breathless. Damn, the kid is sensitive as hell; in the best way.

His cock is leaking precum, so Redd redoubles his efforts, using his hand to play with Spepticle’s other tit. The boy is so cute; tears in his eyes, face flushed red, all pretty and wrecked and Redd hasn’t even touched him.

“Mommy– Mommy, I–” Spepticle tries to say something, tries to pull away, but he cums before he can, making a mess of himself and the sheets. Reddoons pulls away, a look of satisfaction plastered on his face.

“Told you it would feel good, kiddo.” Redd teases, grabbing a tissue from the box on Spep’s nightstand and cleaning up the worst of the mess. Spepticle is still shaking, coming down from his high. Redd rubs his shoulders gently, trying to soothe the kid. Spepticle’s breathing is shaky too, and the quiet noise of him exhaling does something to Redd. Goddamn, he’s so fucking hard. He needs to do something about it, like, yesterday.

He stands up, unbuckling his pants and pulling down his boxers. “Why don’t you make me feel good now, kiddo? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you exactly what to do.” He says, leading Spepticle onto his knees, leaving the boy’s face inches from his cock. Gods, the kid just listens so well…

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Sometimes, Zam wonders if Subz still thinks about her. Sometimes, when the base is quiet, and she can hear Pentar and Yungy doing whatever they’re doing, she thinks about Subz and Vitalasy. She shouldn’t – it’s been seasons, time has passed. But she still thinks about her.

Zam wonders if Subz thinks about her the way she thinks about Subz. I miss you. I miss having you near me. I miss your warmth. I miss you against me. The thoughts fill Zam’s head sometimes. They’re not supposed to. It’s been years. She still misses her.

Zam is like that, unfortunately. Stuck in the past, stuck on people who are long gone. They haunt her memory; people who have pieces of her soul. She’s terrible at forgetting. Isn’t that why she ran back to Mapicc?

Still, the thought of Subz lingers. She was warm, soft and caring towards her, and Zam… Zam failed. Failed to love Subz the way she deserved. She did love Subz, just… not the right way. It’s a pattern, it seems. Zam loves so much, but it’s always wrong.

She loves so much, so goddamn much, but never the right way. Never in a way that’ll be reciprocated. She will never get as much love as she puts in. Even if the other person does love her, it’s not the same. Zam always ends up ruining it, somehow. Whether it be coming down from the high of obsession, or running away, or her goddamn moral compass that can’t stay steady, poles always flipping.

Subz… Subz was perfect. She and Vitalasy were so good to her, and Zam went and fucked it all up again.

Gods, she misses Subz. She misses her, her warmth, her smell, her body, the way she looked at her, so full of love, the way she kissed her, the way she–

Zam is hard, thinking about Subz kissing her and fucking her and being so, so good to her. Goddamnit. She gets up on shaking legs to lock her door, praying none of her teammates will come by. Jumper is out right now, and Pentar and Yungy are fucking around doing… whatever. Zam has enough space to get off.

She grabs a toy out of her drawer; a tentacle-like dildo that reminds her way too much of Subz. She pulls off her dress and drops it on the floor before falling back into her bed with a sigh. She stares at the ceiling, doing everything in her power to not start crying. No, absolutely not. She is not going to start crying about Subz again. Especially not while she’s horny. Zam is not fucking doing this.

She takes in a shaky breath anyways. Once she calms down again, she reaches back for the drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube. She warms it up a bit before pouring some on her fingers, going through prep as slow as she can bear. Subz was usually slow with it; always gentle with her.

Zam closes her eyes. If she tries hard enough, she can imagine Subz is still here, still with her. Gods, Zam would give anything to make it true. She adds another finger and makes a choked sound that almost sounds like 'Subz.' Zam fights back tears for the second time. She does her best to enjoy prep, taking it slow and careful just how Subz would.

Once Zam can comfortably fit four fingers inside, she decides she’s done with prep. She grabs the toy, covering it with enough lube to drown it. Subz was always overly cautious during sex, wasn’t she? Always so gentle with Zam.

She presses the toy inside slowly, enjoying every inch. It’s good, but it’s not Subz. She’s not here, and it makes Zam want to scream. She pushes the toy deeper, trying to drown out the mess in her head.

Zam can almost imagine Subz praising her, telling her how good she’s doing, how pretty she is. She presses the toy against her prostate, making her whine aloud. She fucks the toy in and out of her, imaging it’s Subz on top of her.

Imagination isn’t enough. Subz isn’t here. There’s no warm weight atop Zam’s body, soothing the coldness in her. Subz isn’t here, running her hands through Zam’s hair, kissing all over her face and neck, pressing teeth that are just a little too sharp into the sensitive skin of her neck.

Subz isn’t here, isn’t kissing her breathless and whispering sweet praise in between, isn’t fucking her and filling her so good, isn’t holding her, and Vitalasy isn’t beside her, watching with that gorgeous, desperate look on his face that drove both of them insane–

Zam gives up on being gentle. It’s not helping her right now. All it’s doing is giving her more reminders of someone who just isn’t here; someone who will never be here.

Her legs shake as she fucks the toy into her rougher, harder, more like Vitalasy, who also isn’t here, and Zam feels a deep emptiness in her heart. She tries to focus on how good the tentacle-shaped thing feels, so goddamn deep inside of her, rubbing against her sweet spot, but she can still hear Subz’s and Vi’s voices in her ears, praising her so sweetly.

Zam wants to scream. She can’t go one goddamn day without her mistakes haunting her. She would give all her hearts to have Subz or even just Vi next to her, because Vi was so like Subz, soft around the edges despite too-sharp canine teeth and claws made for tearing. Vi, who smells just like Subz because he won’t stop taking her clothes. Vi, who shares so many of Subz’s mannerisms that it’s almost uncanny. Those eyes – purple and green, so beautiful.

They would want her to feel good, wouldn’t they? Would want her to enjoy herself. She’s fucking the toy in and out of herself earnestly now, her other hand wrapped around her cock, jerking herself off quick and messy and desperate. She can almost imagine Vi here, clumsy but soft and desperate to make her feel good. Unable to tuck his claws away, but gods, that just made it better.

Zam cums, biting her lip to not shout. She pulls the toy out and drops it on the bed. She’ll clean up later. For now, though, she needs to cry, and she needs to sleep. She’s so tired of it; so tired of being haunted by sweet, empty memories, and hearts that don’t belong with hers anymore.

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It’s not uncommon they get together. Zam knows Derapchu and Pangi are wholeheartedly in love with her, and sometimes, it’s just nice to be appreciated. And they don’t exactly have anything planned for today, so they can do whatever they want.

And it’s pretty obvious Derapchu and Pangi want her. Because when don’t they. It never fails to delight Zam – it is just nice to be wanted and obsessed over and cared for. Gods forbid a princess get a little bit of pampering.

They’re being sweet and gentle with her and it’s the nicest thing, honestly. They’ve always been gentle with her, but she needs it now. So it’s easy for her to relax when Pangi kisses her; even easier when Derapchu runs his fingers through her hair.

It’s not really spoken; the quiet in the room is too nice, too comfortable to break. Zam slips off her dress wordlessly. Pangi’s mouth moves from hers down to her chest, and Zam lets out something between a sigh and a moan.

She feels Derapchu pull away, then hears some shuffling behind her. Once he’s back on the bed, he’s close to her again, running his fingers through her hair and undoing her braid. Normally she would protest - she likes her braid, and it takes a while to do in the morning - but it’s not like they have plans for tomorrow; they don’t have anything important that Zam needs to be dressed up for.

Derapchu keeps running his fingers through her hair, and Zam relaxes into it more. It’s nicer now; she hadn’t realized just how tight her braid was. That tension is always nice to let go of.

Pangi moves away from her chest, moving down her body slowly. He kisses down her body, over her stomach and happy trail, hands on her thighs. He hesitates when he reaches her cock, looking past her at Derapchu, who shrugs.

Pangi pulls away – and Zam almost whines disappointedly at that – but she is immediately offered something much better in the form of Derapchu pressing against her, slipping a finger inside of her. Pangi returns to lavish attention on her chest, and Zam relaxes into the moment, hands tangled in Pangi’s hair.

Prep is slow and gentle; like everything else. Usually Zam would be annoyed at the teasing, but she’s too tired to mind it. It feels good. She likes this sort of quietness; little noise other than their breathing and bodies moving together. Sometimes its easier to not talk.

It goes by quickly enough. Zam still whines when Derapchu pulls his fingers out, but Pangi quiets her by kissing her again.

They move her around again – rude – and before Zam really knows it, Pangi is pressing his slick cock into her. It’s so good. Pangi always is. He knows exactly what she likes, exactly what she wants. He knows her best, after all.

He takes it slow, which is great, because Zam thinks she would cum way too quickly if he wasn’t. Which, to be fair, Pangi also probably would. He loves being inside of her too much to control himself.

Derapchu is the one kissing her this time, and Zam reciprocates, breaking the kiss only to let out soft noises of pleasure. Pangi echoes her, hands digging into her hips. She doesn’t mind – his grip isn’t that painful, really.

Zam reaches down and starts stroking Derapchu’s cock. He moans into the kiss, eyes closing as he leans into her. Gods, he’s so pretty like this. He’s always been cute, and part of Zam just wants to ruin him.

That thought quickly leaves her as Pangi’s cock rubs against her prostate, making her gasp. Pangi does it again, and Zam moans, a shudder running through her body.

Thankfully, Pangi keeps his pace slow, shallowly fucking into Zam and more so grinding against her than anything. Which is more than enough, right now. She doesn’t need – doesn’t want – any more than that. This is enough. Here is enough.

Derapchu kisses her one more time before moving down much like Pangi; trailing over her neck and collarbones first. Zam hums in appreciation, letting Derapchu go where he wants. He’s honestly like a puppy; so eager to please.

And he does it damn well. He touches her where she wants with little guidance, which is a relief. Zam likes not having to put in all that much effort – she’s a princess, after all! Zam stops touching him for now, which judging based on his reaction – rather, the lack thereof – he doesn’t seem to mind much.

It’s not much of a surprise that Pangi cums first, pulling out to stroke himself for only a moment before cumming in his hand. He makes the cutest noises when he cums, but unfortunately it’s not helpful for Zam, who’s also on the edge and wants to cum as well, preferably soon.

Derapchu helps her finish by taking Pangi’s place. They cum almost at the same time, cumming inside her and jerking her off to help her finish. Zam sighs contentedly when he pulls out.

“Shower time?” Pangi says, leaning against Zam. It’s some of the first words spoken tonight; the sound of his voice almost startles her. She nods, and Pangi gets up, heading to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Derapchu picks her up and carries her bridal style, which makes Zam giggle.

They take turns cleaning each other, and its nice. She likes this part of the night; when they’re done fucking and start being cuddly instead. Not to say they can’t do both. Zam just prefers the latter.

The water is at the perfect temperature, hot enough to be soothing but not too hot as to burn her. She likes it hotter now; thank the gods Pangi and Derapchu like it that way as well. They’re more accommodating to her wants than almost any other team she’s been on.

When they’re finally done, Pangi helps Zam brush her hair – maybe she does need to cut it – and Zam gets all three of them some water. They talk for a bit in the quiet darkness of the room once they turn the lights off, and fall asleep together.

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Planet giggles as Spepticle’s hands run over his body. It’s unfamiliar; new. They’d caught their older brothers – Spoke and Redd, of course – doing… something together in bed. It looked fun; of course they wanted to try it for themselves. They kiss, not for the first time tonight, still messy and weak and entirely unsure of what they’re doing.

But it feels… good? Planet doesn’t really know; neither does Spepticle. Everything is so new and exciting and he feels fuzzy all over, in a good way. Spepticle presses a little closer against Planet, breath warm against his skin.

Spepticle leans in, one leg between Planet’s, grinding against their– oh, that feels good. Planet gasps quietly, rutting against Spepticle. Spep tilts his head, excited and confused in equal measure.

Planet pulls at their hoodie. They feel a little too hot, and Spoke and Redd did have their clothes off, right? They want their own off. He feels too warm, too much energy pulsing through him.

They get their hoodie off and push it aside; it’s not needed. Spepticle pauses for a moment before taking off his jacket and shirt as well. He’s warm against them, and Planet’s heart is beating so fast he’s sure Spep can hear it; or at least feel it.

They kiss, again, and maybe it is a little bit desperate, so what. Maybe they deserve to be a little desperate sometimes.

Planet’s boxers feel too tight, and despite having their hoodie off, he feels like he’s suffocating. His body feels too warm. They shift away from Spepticle, getting their pants off. Spepticle does the same, and they lean into each other again.

Planet squirms a bit. Their tentacle is twitching against his boxers, slick against the fabric. It’s almost uncomfortable, but it still feels good when Spepticle’s leg presses between his again, pressing up against it.

“Do you have…?” Spepticle’s voice trails off. Planet blushes, a soft storm-cloud gray against usually white skin. “I, um. I have a tentacle?” Planet responds, just as uncertain as Spepticle, he thinks. He knows he sounds it.

Spepticle is pretty when he blushes, Planet learns. He’s pretty in general, they think, but he’s cute like this, too. “Oh, yeah, that makes sense…” He mumbles after a moment. “S-Sorry! I don’t mind, it just, surprised me..?” He sounds nervous. Planet is too.

Spepticle’s hands are trembling a bit as he reaches for Planet’s boxers, pulling them down slowly. Planet lays back, doing his best to help out. Their tentacle writhes, slick against his skin. Planet shudders at the slickness it leaves behind.

Planet can feel Spepticle staring at them; at their cock. “What do you wanna do?” He asks, not taking their eyes off of them. The tentacle twitches; Planet shudders. “I– I don’t really know, just… touch me? Please?” He begs.

Spepticle tilts his head, but does what he’s told. Not like Planet was ordering him, but Spep is nice enough to listen anyways. Which is good, because the tentacle between Planet’s legs is still twitching, and it’s driving them mad.

His hand is warm against their cooler, slick skin. Planet gasps softly, bucking into the touch. “Feels good,” He gets out, voice trembling only a bit. Spep tilts his head, runs his fingers along the length, over the thicker base towards the thinner, tapering-off end. Planet can’t stop the way their body moves, bucking up into the touch, tentacle writhing under Spepticle’s hand.

“Do you want me to, like…” Spepticle lets himself trail off, not entirely sure what he’s doing, but he knows he’s making Planet feel good. “Just keep doing that, please.” Planet responds, voice shaking a little more now. Spepticle nods , face flushed all pretty again, and every time Planet looks at him they have to look away, feeling like they’re burning up as well.

It feels like every time Spepticle touches them, the more slick the tentacle produces, covering his hand. Spep doesn’t complain, doesn’t even really mention it, which is nice, because if he did Planet thinks he might die of embarrassment.

“Do you–” Planet’s voice is barely steady enough to get words out. “Do you want me to, um, touch you as well?” He asks. Spepticle pauses for a second, then nods enthusiastically. Planet sits up against the headboard, taking a breath as Spep gets the rest of his clothes off. He looks so pretty; Planet can’t stop staring anymore.

Planet uses some of the slick from their tentacle as a makeshift lube. It works well enough. They wrap their hand around Spepticle’s cock, touching him slow and waiting for his response. Spepticle whines, pressing his face against Planet’s shoulder.

Their tentacle twitches again, but Planet makes himself ignore it. He can wait. He will wait, because Spepticle is actually really, really cute like this, and they do not want to miss out on that! He won’t look up at them, but that’s okay, because he’s warm against them, and he can still hear his quiet gasps whenever he moves.

Once Spepticle – miraculously – manages to get his brain working again, he gets his hands on Planet again; one on their hip and the other on their tentacle. He seems to figure out quickly that closer to the base is more sensitive, so he keeps his focus on that area; quick, jerky movements that send shocks through Planet’s nervous system.

The tentacle is writhing under the touch; twitching and leaking and there’s a heat in their core that’s steadily building. Spepticle doesn’t seem to be fairing much better, though; twitching whenever Planet’s hands run over a sensitive spot.

Spepticle’s body shakes when he cums, sticky white spilling over his chest and Planet’s hand and their thighs. Planet blushes again, gray across white skin, which makes the mess a fair bit more noticeable. Spepticle’s hands are still now, and he’s shaking, but that heat in Planet’s core won’t go away. He finally takes himself in hand, tentacle still twitching and writhing desperately. Spepticle comes back to reality after that, helping Planet finish.

They cum over his and Spepticle’s hands; thick purple instead of normal cum. Spepticle blushes, but doesn’t say much about it. The two clean each other up; some with their mouths, mostly with tissues.

It’s only once they’re fully cleaned up that they look at the door and see their older brothers standing there. Of course they had to catch them…

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Mapicc has been… different, as of lately. Zam can’t quite place why, but something is off. He seems different. It’s not bad – he seems more peaceful, less hotheaded, which is nice – but it’s not normal for him. He’s supposed to be aggressive and angry and loud. It’s unsettling that he’s not.

Zam appreciates not having to worry about being jumped on and bitten, or being woken up by yelling at any hour of day or night, or dealing with a hangry Mapicc, or a horny and angry Mapicc. But on the other hand… this doesn’t seem right. This doesn’t seem like Mapicc at all. Mapicc isn’t supposed to be docile. Zam needs to figure out what the fuck is going on.

Now that Zam thinks about it, Ro has been acting weird as well. Ro’s always been weird, but this is different. He seems much more obsessive over Mapicc than usual; much more controlling. Usually, Ro doesn’t give two fucks about what Mapicc’s doing, unless it affects him in some way. But now it seems like Ro is micromanaging him; choosing his meals, choosing where they go – because for some reason he keeps Mapicc with him at all times – choosing what they do.

Zam is absolutely certain he needs to figure out what’s happening, because something is up, and Zam needs to know.

When Ro drags Mapicc away again – to some corner of the base Zam honestly hasn’t been in much – Zam follows. Ro doesn’t notice, and Mapicc is too busy following Ro to notice either. Which is another thing that’s off. Mapicc is always observant; always watching. Helps him stay alive in fights, or whatever. For him to not notice someone following him – especially Zam – is even more concerning.

The room Ro leads Mapicc to is dark. It’s small and quiet and it’d be almost cozy, if not for the, well… everything.

There’s no bed, just a pile of blankets and pillows on a mattress. The design on the ceiling is a pretty spiral, and Zam finds himself staring at it. He blinks a few times, and the feeling fades. He tucks himself into the back of the room, still trying to avoid being caught.

Mapicc kneels in front of Ro. Another thing that just isn’t right. Mapicc isn’t supposed to kneel for anyone.

Ro is watching Mapicc like a god stares at a worshiper. Usually, the floating eyes he has are closed. Now, they’re open, trained on Mapicc. In his real hands, Ro holds something that looks like a pocket watch. It spins so nicely, and Zam feels compelled to stare at it.

Zam likes it. He doesn’t feel so stressed about everything else now. He just watches the spiral, and something about it makes his brain feel like mush.

There’s only really brief glimpses of clarity after that. He remembers sitting by Mapicc, but doesn’t remember moving. He remembers Ro speaking to him, but not the words, or his own response.

He feels so much, though. Ro’s hands pulling off his clothes. Mapicc kissing him until he has to pull away and desperately gasp for air. He feels Mapicc rutting against him, whining next to his ear like a dog.

He feels Mapicc fucking him and Ro using his throat, and it’s so good, and Zam is so fucking full. All of Ro’s hands are on him; his real ones tangled in his hair while the three floating ones roam his body. One of them wraps around his cock, slowly jerking him off.

It really doesn’t take long for Zam to cum, but Ro doesn’t stop; neither does Mapicc. It melts Zam’s brain even more. Everything is just so much, every touch and every movement feeling like electricity coursing through him.

Mapicc is still whining, fucking into him shallowly, chasing his own pleasure. His claws dig into Zam’s hips and his horns press against his shoulder. Zam doesn’t do anything but let him.

The demon cums inside of him, staying inside for just a moment before pulling out slowly. It makes both of them let out some sort of noise. Ro finally turns his sights back to him and the floating hands that were just trailing over Zam’s body are now holding Mapicc’s mouth open.

With nobody focused on him, Zam’s mind goes mostly blank again. He watches Ro play with Mapicc more – watches the demon get more and more overstimulated until he can barely move on his own.

Once Mapicc is almost passed out on the floor, shaking with too much pleasure in his veins, Ro gives Zam the same treatment. He feels Ro fucking him, filling him, using him until he cums, then making Zam cum as well.

Once Ro has had his fill of Zam, he gets creative. He gets a thick toy that’s only a bit smaller than Mapicc, pushing it inside Zam with little resistance. Then, he preps Zam a bit more before helping Mapicc fuck into him as well.

Zam can’t think. Everything is just so much. He’s so goddamn full. Mapicc whines and whimpers as he fucks into him, desperate and helpless like an animal. Zam’s whole body shakes as he’s filled so completely, and his mind goes blank.

Everything is blurry until it comes into startling, crystal-clear focus when Ro snaps his fingers. Zam is panting and shuddering, and the toy isn’t in him, but Mapicc still is. Mapicc looks like he just came back to reality as well, eyes focused for the first time in a while.

“Good job, both of you.” Ro’s voice is full of something like pride. Mapicc shudders at it, letting out a low whine. “I’m especially proud of you, Mapicc.” He says sweetly before turning to Zam.

“As for you… I told you earlier, but you weren’t exactly aware, were you?” He teases, one of his floating hands tilting Zam’s chin up to make him look at the other man. “You aren’t slick, Zam. I knew you were following us. It was just easier to play along with your little idea. Plus… you had fun, didn’t you?”

Zam nods, still a little dazed. Of course Ro noticed; he isn’t sure why he thought he didn’t. Ro is much too perceptive to be fooled by anything. Somehow, knowing he’d been watching Zam, when Zam thought he’d been watching him – that only makes it hotter.

“Sleep.” Ro snaps his fingers, and Zam can’t do anything but comply.

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The problem with Hannah is that she’s good. Great, even. She knows who she is, knows what she’s doing, does it well. That’s fucking annoying, on Lifesteal. For most of them, Lifesteal is either the first, or one of the first, serious things they’ve done. Hannah has done her time on lore smps, has learned how to fight and kill. She’s great at both, and that’s the goddamn problem.

Bacon can’t fucking stand it. He doesn’t dislike her – she’s cool, really – but she’s so composed. She never seems fazed by anything. Gods he wishes he could do everything that fucking easy. Sure, she crashes out, but it’s just for the love of the fucking game. For funsies, honestly. She’s good at acting. She’s so good at it.

He wants to be that good. He needs to be that good. Needs her to see him as that good. She’s unreachable, almost; a modern Aphrodite. Power, beauty, war… yeah, Hannah is pretty much a modern Aphrodite. The problem with that is that Bacon is not a modern Ares.

Well, if he can’t reach the stars, he’ll get as close as possible.

Fighting is second nature on Lifesteal. Traps are too. Those ideals flow through everyone’s veins; fight, slaughter, evade retribution. Some people aren’t as good at avoiding retribution. Some people do whatever the hell they want.

Some people want everything they can get. Divine Intervention locks the End under their control, and Bacon feels the smallest chance. If he can beat Hannah, get access to her stuff, her team’s stuff, then he fucking wins, doesn’t he? He just has to win. Somehow. Somehow.

It takes longer than he’d like to admit to find her base. That’s the easy part, though. Working for something is easy. Waiting is harder. He needs the rest of her team to be off. He needs to get this one on one, or he’s fucking screwed. He’s been through a good number of seasons, but to be fair, so have Woogie and Mid, and he is not winning that.

He meets her at Spawn. Neutral locations are good, right? Makes everything easier. Finding Hannah at her base would likely just piss her off. People don’t like knowing that their non-allies have found their base.

Bacon has to be… careful about this. She has the most hearts on the server. Hearts are power, and she has a hell of a lot of it. He’d have to kill her a good few times just to get her below twenty. Yeah, he’s not winning that. Not that many times in a row.

“Hannah!” Bacon tries to sound cheerful. “Can we negotiate?” He needs to sound calm and composed. If he doesn’t, this is gonna be the biggest fuck up of the season. For him, at least.

“Negotiate? Sure. What do you need?” Hannah seems interested, but only partially. She seems more focused on the roses in her hair. Bacon does his best to not be put off.

“Well… some End items would be nice. A pretty large amount.” Bacon smiles, trying his hardest to sound like a business man. That’s his thing, right? He can do business. “Problem is… you already got a lot of hearts, huh? You don’t really need more…”

Hannah scoffs. “Right… and what exactly could you give me instead?” She asks, vines twisting around her arms. Bacon should probably take that as a warning sign. He’s enthralled, though. He stares at the way the vines wrap around her; thorns never twisted towards her.

“Well, you know, we can do a lot on Lifesteal–” He starts. Hannah laughs. Fucking laughs at him. “Are you trying to proposition me right now? Like, really?” The vines loosen; the flowers bloom a little larger. She genuinely finds this amusing.

Bacon makes an uncomfortable sound. “That wasn’t– Okay, like–” His words have ceased all cooperative efforts.

“Bacon, listen. I’ve been doing SMPs like this for a while. None quite like this, but I know what I’m doing. And I know what you’re doing.” Hannah’s voice is amused but composed. “You want me, and it is… obvious. Sorry to burst your bubble.” She says. “So, if you want to get any End items out of me without hearts, you better make this some of the best sex of my life. And we’re doing it at your base. I don’t trust you around my team’s stuff.”

Damn, she’s smart.

Bacon listens. Yep, yep, he can do that. He can try his damn best, at least. His base is… scrappy, as most bases are at this point in the season, but Hannah doesn’t seem to mind. Hopefully. She could just be mentally insulting him, and he wouldn’t have a single idea.

Hannah lies back on the mattress. “Hm. Not bad. You actually have a half-decent bed.” She says. It’s a compliment, and Bacon is taking that win. He nods, almost dazed. “Yeah. Uh, yeah. Where do you want me?” He asks, standing beside the bed like some sort of overbearing butler.

“Between my legs, stupid.” Hannah rolls her eyes. Bacon’s wins have gone into the negatives already. He nods hastily and waits for her to take her shorts off, kneeling near the end of the bed.

Vines weave across her body, roses across her skin. She’s gorgeous. Bacon tries to waste as little time staring as possible, but she is, undeniably, beautiful. Hannah just smiles. “Been a while since I’ve had someone this down bad for me.” Bacon groans. “Please do not say that.” He mutters, making himself comfortable. Hannah laughs, but doesn’t say any more.

Bacon gets started after that, doing his best eating her out. She knows what she likes, so he lets her guide him to her favorite spots. At the very least, Bacon is good with his mouth; he’s confident of that. She doesn’t compliment him, but she’s not really insulting him either, and Bacon is taking whatever he can get at this point.

He hasn’t really been with many women on Lifesteal – on Lifesteal, he can absolutely get women, this server just sucks – but he’s doing his best. He stays where Hannah tells him to; whether that be at her clit or between her folds or just kissing her thighs.

When she cums for the first time, he expects her to stop. Nope. She takes a breather for a few minutes, then tells him to keep going. Bacon listens, cleaning up the mess, making a mess of himself in the process. All he can taste is her, her juices, her skin on his lips. She’s nice; smells like roses and wildflowers and tastes good too.

When she cums a second time, she takes a longer pause. Bacon is pretty sure she’s going to stop now, but she doesn’t. Either she’s just using him to get off, fuck the agreement, or she’s really enjoying this, and Bacon isn’t entirely sure which. Knowing Lifesteal, it could be either.

It continues like that until she’s cum three times. Bacon is still determined to keep going. She finally stops him, looking at him with something like admiration.

“Damn, I expected you to complain by now.” She says, almost sounding impressed. Bacon fucking wins, he is so goddamn good. “Do people usually complain?” He asks, laying his head on her thigh. She plays with his hair. “Hm. Usually. Is this really about the End items, Bacon?” She asks.

Bacon scowls. “Hey. I did not sign up for interrogation.” 

Hannah laughs. Bacon’s response is answer enough for her. “Alright, alright. You’re going to actually fuck me now, and then we’ll talk about whatever you need from us.”

The next morning, Bacon finds a rose left in his chest.

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Honestly, in Clown’s opinion, red, black, and white are such a perfect color combination. Maybe that’s why he has Leo tied up in black silk rope, pouring red wax over his pretty pale skin. Leo whines and writhes under him, letting out shuddering gasps as wax drips over his skin.

It’s such a perfect sight. The black contrasts so nicely with his pale skin, and the red just ties it all together. The pretty marks all over Leo’s skin helps too; bites and bruises all over. Not to mention Leo is crying; face flushed red and pretty. The blush spreads down his neck, and gods, Clown wants to break him.

Every once in a while he lets the flame hover close to his skin, pulling away before it can burn Leo. He doesn’t cry often, but when he does, it’s a pretty sight. Clown watches tears roll down his face; runs his hand over the man’s skin.

Clown pushes his fingers against Leo’s lips, almost demanding entrance. Leo obliges, of course – he always does, in the end. He lets Clown do what he wants. Clown presses harder, pushing his fingers to the back of Leo’s throat. Leo sucks them obediently, as if focusing on this task will help him forget about the wax cooling on his skin.

Clown lets him try to focus on that for a while. He holds the candle a little higher, a little straighter, keeping the wax from falling for longer. Leo relaxes, only slightly. Clown likes him cuter when he’s tense. But he also looks good sucking his fingers like this, so honestly, it’s hard for Clown to make a decision.

The decision comes easier when Leo stops working so hard. Clown just can’t let that happen, can he? That wouldn’t be fair. Leo needs to work to get off. Clown doesn’t have slackers on his team. He pours the wax again, letting it trail down Leo’s stomach. Leo squirms, whining around his fingers. Pretty boy.

Clown lets him breathe for a moment before pressing his fingers deeper, feeling him gag. The tears in Leo’s eyes spill over again, and Clown pulls his fingers back before Leo vomits. Leo’s good with his mouth, but even he has limits.

Leo’s breath comes in deep gasps now; almost shaking. How adorable. Clown trails the candle further down, then–

Leo’s whole body jerks when hot wax touches his cock. He cries out, too loud to be muffled by Clown’s fingers, despite three of them pressing down on his tongue. But he doesn’t bite – he keeps his teeth well away from Clown's fingers, which is very pleasing. Tears spill down Leo’s face faster now, his face red and flushed. But he enjoys it, quite obviously; his cock is dripping precum.

“Good boy,” Clown praises, voice soft and genuine. It makes Leo twitch, a small noise escaping him. He looks far too pleased with himself. Clown wants to ruin that pretty look on his face.

So he does. He pours the wax on Leo’s neck next; the man trying to pull away instinctively. The ropes don’t let him. He tries to struggle against them, but he doesn’t make it far; and the wax pours over his neck. Leo moans quietly, not quite crying around Clown’s fingers.

“Do you think you’re going to cum soon?” Clown asks. Leo hesitates for a moment, letting out a shuddering breath, before nodding. Clown was pretty certain anyways, but it’s better to ask. Knowing that, Clown pulls his fingers out. Leo licks his lips as if savoring the taste of Clown’s fingers on his tongue. Pretty boy.

Clown wraps his hand around Leo’s cock, the mix of spit and precum easing the slide. Leo moans, bucking his hips. He’s always been vocal during sex. Makes up for Clown’s lack of noise, at least.

Clown pours the candle wax over Leo’s abs, then his chest, lowering the flame closer to his body. He lets the wax drip over Leo’s nipples, which makes him jerk in the restraints. He moans again, cock twitching. Clown knows he’s close, but he doesn’t want to be done just yet.

So he pulls away, leaving Leo waiting. Leo looks up at him with pure desperation, his body shaking as he gasps for air. “Please, Clown.” His voice is wrecked, and fuck, if Clown wasn’t hard before, he sure as hell is now. Gods, this is exactly what he wanted. Leo, completely ruined under him, begging for mercy. It might just be one of the hottest things he’s ever experienced.

Clown makes a contemplative noise, as if deciding. Leo takes that as a sign to keep begging. “Please. Y-You said I was good, Clown, come on, please–” he gasps, tugging at the ropes again.

Well, Clown can work with that. If Leo wants to cum so damn badly, he’ll have to suffer through it. He lets wax drip down the candle for a moment, hovering over Leo’s chest, before he finally moves down to the man’s cock. He knows the wax hurts, but Leo seems to love it; body tensing as it sends searing heat through his most sensitive parts.

“You’re going to cum from this.” It’s not a question, it’s an order. Either Leo will cum from this, or he won’t get to at all. Leo lets out a noise like a sob but nods anyways, because he’s a good boy and takes what he’s given. Clown lets the wax drip onto Leo, watching him writhe desperately.

Clown thought it would take a little more than that, but Leo cums only a few moments later, shuddering and panting like a desperate animal. Clown is pretty sure Leo’s going to give himself rope burn with how much he’s struggling against them. He finds it amusing. When he’s finally done struggling, Clown gives him a moment to breathe.

Clown extinguishes the candle on Leo’s skin. It gets a broken moan from the man; another sweet little noise Clown savors. He finally reaches up and unties him, rubbing his wrists gently where the rope dug in a little too much during his struggles.

“Good job.” Clown says soothingly, pulling Leo against him. Throughout it all, he’d stayed fully clothed, nicely composed. He doesn’t need to get off, not right now. He probably will, later, once Leo’s asleep, but for now… he keeps Leo company; gives him comfort.

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Fighting Clown always ends in a bloodbath. It’s just training, this time, but that doesn’t make it any less bloody. Hell, maybe it’s even more bloody, since they don’t have to worry about actual consequences. No hearts lost, no gear lost, they can just fuck around and do what they want. It’s definitely more fun this way. They get to sink their claws into each other without worrying about anything of real importance.

It’s even more fun when Clown drops his weapon and his gear. Sometimes, even Clown wants to have some fun with hand-to-hand combat. Don’t get Flame wrong, he loves his weapons – he knows Clown does too – but close-quarters combat, too close for weapons, is so much more fun. And a lot more hot. Being close enough to rip open someone’s throat with either his claws or his teeth is so good. Maybe he likes getting a little bloody. A lot bloody, even. It’s enrichment. He deserves enrichment!

Clown is giving him a look, one that definitely means he wants to fuck. Flame stares back at him, trying to decide whether the look Clown is giving him means he wants to fuck Flame, or if he wants Flame to fuck him. Clown isn’t exactly offering many hints beyond the fact that he’s horny. Of course, he’s never one to be helpful. Flame almost glares at him. Clown, in return, smiles. Bastard. It’s a fight, then. Whoever wins gets to fuck the other.

The fight is fun. Heat burns through his veins. He likes being able to bite and scratch and maul without limitations, without someone calling foul play. He was made to fight dirty, made to hunt live prey, made to rip things to shreds. He doesn’t get many chances to do that. Clown, thankfully, does. He’s a great outlet for Flame’s more intense instincts.

Flame practically pounces on Clown, throwing himself at him. Clown is quick to react, but not quick enough; Flame hears him hiss as his blow swipes through air instead of hitting him. Clown is smart enough to give up on that strategy, instead headbutting him and attempting to gore him with his horns. It’s a good move, Flame will give him that. One of Clown’s horns catches one of Flame’s arms, and he growls, wrenching himself away. The wound oozes red, but Flame shakes himself off. No time to worry about that.

He throws himself at Clown again, getting him on the ground this time. Clown puts up a good struggle, for sure, but once Flame has his claws in his shoulders and teeth in his neck there’s not much he can do. Clown taps out before Flame can rip his throat out completely, but the vulnerable part bleeding is a nice enough sight that Flame doesn’t want to lose his mind.

“Are you attached to this outfit?” Flame makes sure to ask before he rips it to shreds, because shredding one of Clown’s favorite outfits is not something he’ll forgive. It’s not his normal one, that’s for sure, so Flame’s pretty certain he’ll let it slide, but it’s better to ask.

Clown laughs. It’s a bit more raspy than usual; Flame did some damage to his windpipe, for sure. “Nah, you’re good.” He says. Thank the gods. Flame might have lost it if he didn’t get to tear into something, even if it is just fabric.

Flame pretty much rips the fabric apart; his claws sinking into flesh in the thinner spots. Clown makes a nice sound that goes straight to Flame’s cock. He grinds against Clown in response, which gets him another pretty noise.

Blood, bright and warm, spills across Clown’s chest. Flame licks it up, because of course he does. What’s Lifesteal without a bit of absolutely deranged behavior, right? Gods forbid a tiger hybrid wants the taste of blood on his tongue after subduing his prey.

Clown groans, and Flame lets out a pleased noise at that. If it could be a purr, it would be. He stares at the man under him, head tilted inquisitively.

“What are we gonna do for prep?” He asks, claws still flexing against Clown’s chest. Clown sighs, staring up at the sky; Flame thoroughly enjoys the way his chest moves under his hands. “You got lube?” Clown asks. Flame flicks his tail. “I’ve got potions.”

“Regen?” Clown asks, but his tone sounds like he doesn’t expect a good answer. “Who the hell carries regen?” Flame retorts. Clown sighs. “I know, I know. Would’ve worked good.” He mutters. “You got slowness or weakness?” He adds, his own claws tearing at the grass.

“Bro, be fucking serious. No, I’m not carrying either.” Flame scowls. Clown rolls his eyes. “Gods forbid I try to make this work.” He huffs. Flame headbutts him; nips his shoulder. “Can’t you just… make your claws go away?”

“Not unless you feel like waiting at least an hour.” Clown retorts. Damn. That’s fucking annoying. Why can’t demon claws be retractable? Clown glares at him like he knows what he’s thinking. “Why don’t you put yours away for prep? Make this easy for both of us.” He huffs.

Flame’s tail swishes. He does not like that thought. No thanks! He likes sinking his claws into Clown’s flesh! Clown sighs again. “You’re insufferable. Go get a regen potion. Don’t care where or who it’s from. Regen works well enough that we can skip prep.”

Flame stares at him. “How the hell do you know that?” He mutters. “I experimented a good bit in season two. And season three. And with Ferre.” Clown smiles. Freak.

Wisely, Flame finally listens; hunting through his ender chest for regen. When he finds one, he’s quick to return to Clown, who hasn’t really moved. Something instinctual in Flame is very pleased that Clown has stayed on the ground like that.

“Are you really sure about skipping prep?” Flame asks one more time. As much as hurting Clown is fun, he’s not into it like that. Clown just laughs. “Yes, I’m sure. Even if it doesn’t work great, I’m certain you’re just going to rip my throat out when you’re done anyways, so I’ll respawn fine.” Damn, he’s smart. Flame’s tail twitches again. “I hate it when you know what I’m gonna do.” He complains, pulling off his own clothes. “You’re predictable, Flame.” Clown smiles. Flame resists the urge to bite him, but he eyes the vulnerable vein on Clown’s arm.

Once he’s got everything off, Flame uncorks the potion. He gets his cock slick before lining himself up with Clown’s hole and pushing inside slowly. Clown is tight, and Flame has to fight the urge to just ruin him. Clown is breathing hard, shifting a little, but if he was actually in a great amount of pain, Flame’s certain he’d make it known.

When he’s fully inside, he rests for a bit, giving Clown a chance to adjust. Damn, maybe he really is right; the regen is working pretty well so far. And good fucking gods he’s so tight Flame almost wants to just stay like this. He pulls out a couple inches, pushing back in slowly, savoring the tight heat.

Once Clown seems ready enough, Flame starts fucking him shallowly, only a few inches. Clown adjusts quicker to that, so Flame picks up the pace, closing his eyes and savoring just how goddamn good this is. His claws dig into Clown’s shoulders, but Flame can’t be bothered to control himself. He ruts into Clown; claws in his shoulders and teeth against his neck.

“Fuck,” Clown’s voice is shaky. “Are you gonna let me cum?” He asks, sounding far more desperate than Flame is used to. Flame huffs, half amused. “I’m not stopping you from getting off, am I?” He says. Clown makes some sort of noise in response, but Flame doesn’t care, not when Clown is so fucking good around him right now.

He’s tight and hot and perfect around Flame’s cock; better than any other time they’ve fucked. Clown’s jerking himself off now, so Flame loosens his claws from his shoulders; digging them into his hips instead. Clown hisses at the pain, so Flame rakes them down his back instead.

Clown cums from that, covering his hand and stomach in white streaks. He tenses, too, and he’s so goddamn tight around Flame that he just can’t help but cum inside of him, a low growl rising from his throat.

Clown pants underneath him, chest heaving and still bloody. Flame pulls out slowly, watches almost entranced as his cum spills out of the man. As soon as Flame composes himself, he leans in, teeth against Clown’s throat. “You good for this?” He asks, one more time, just to make sure. Clown lets out a breathless laugh. “You’d know if I wasn’t.” He says, voice still edged with pleasure. Flame mutters his thanks, sinks his teeth in, and lets Clown’s blood splatter over him as he rips his throat out.

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Flame has been thinking about Derapchu a little too much recently. He needs to fucking break that kid over what he said. What were the words again? “I think Mane owns you.”

Flame has never felt such a visceral need to tear someone apart. He needs to break Derapchu completely. Killing him isn’t enough. Banning him isn’t enough. He needs to make sure Derapchu knows that he is not allowed to stand up to him. Ever. He’s never been more goddamn furious.

When he and Mapicc head to Zawn together, Flame makes sure Derapchu dies. It’s not his kill, but knowing Derapchu lost a heart makes him feel disgusting satisfaction. He likes knowing Derapchu is weaker – at least partially – because of him.

Zam begs them – begs Mapicc – to spare Derapchu. Mapicc catches Flame’s eye and backs off. That’s good. That’s exactly what Flame wants. That’s what he’s been after this whole time. He needs to break them. He needs to be the one to do it. Derapchu first, though. That, honestly, might just be enough to break Zam. Alongside destroying Zawn, of course. Because fuck Zawn.

Flame ignores Zam’s pleas. They mean nothing. Zam means nothing. Neither does Derapchu, but that’s besides the point. He looks at Mapicc, jerking his head towards Zam. “Can you shut her up? I’ve got some shit I wanna do. Don’t want her being annoying.”

Zam protests, loudly, but Mapicc laughs. “Yeah, I can do that. I’m pretty good at shutting her up.” He says, tail flicking with something like excitement as he paces towards Zam.

Flame leaves Mapicc to whatever the hell he’s going to do to Zam. He’s got someone else to focus on.

Derapchu has no gear. Before he can blink, Flame hits him with a potion. Some mix of weakness, slowness, and nausea. It’s nice, what a little sweet-talking the admins can get. This potion is definitely not normally obtainable.

Derapchu is, understandably, dazed as hell. He looks confused already. Good. That’s good. Flame likes that a lot.

“What– what are you doing…” Derapchu’s words are slurred. Goddamn, Flame needs to break this kid.

“Quiet.” Flame growls. Derapchu looks too out of it to protest; he goes silent. Flame nods approvingly. The kid can listen. That’s nice. Derapchu still doesn’t protest when Flame drags him to the nearest fixture of Zawn; the sign wall. It’s got a bit of a podium area. That’ll be good enough.

He strips Derapchu, who still doesn’t protest. Honestly, Flame is starting to think that Derapchu wants this. Either that, or he’s just a real fucking lightweight. He wonders if Derapchu would pass out if Flame forced another potion on him.

Unfortunately, he kind of needs Derapchu awake. Flame wants him to feel and remember everything done to him; wants him to remember being too weak to resist.

Zam and Mapicc are watching. Zam is, as expected, looking on in horror. Mapicc seems almost disinterested, but keeps watching. “What, am I not giving you enough of a show?” Flame says. Mapicc laughs. “Nah. Come on, do something to the brat.”

Flame rolls his eyes. Of course, Mapicc always wants more. Fine. Flame can give him that. He grabs another potion from his inventory – fire res. It’s not great, but it’ll work as lube. He pours some over his fingers and pushes two inside of Derapchu. The kid struggles for a second, but he’s weak. He gives up so goddamn easily. Flame wants to break this bitch so goddamn bad.

Flame takes his sweet time prepping Derapchu, but its not great. It’s barely enough prep, and he knows Derapchu will likely still be hurting. That’s what he wants. He needs Derapchu to suffer.

Derapchu whines when Flame finally gets his cock in. Flame yanks on his hair, makes him cry out. “God, you’re pathetic. Talking about how you think Mane owns me– haven’t you been bitched around by Zam this whole season?” He sneers. Derapchu doesn’t give a response to that.

Flame knows the drugs are fucking Derapchu up, but it can’t be that bad. Derapchu wants this, at least somewhat, because he hasn’t really protested at all. Honestly, it just makes Flame want to hurt him more, because how fucking pathetic can this guy be?

He fucks Derapchu with no care for him, only chasing his own pleasure. Gods, it’s good. He doesn’t give a damn how much Derapchu is hurting. All he cares about is that tight heat around his cock and getting himself off. If Derapchu doesn’t, well, that’s not Flame’s problem. And if he does, it’s just more fuel towards his hatred of him.

It’s pathetic that Derapchu actually cums – and he cums first. Flame would mock him for it if he wasn’t so goddamn perfect around him right now. He keeps fucking Derapchu, hard and fast, easily overstimulating him.

“God, you’re such a fucking whore. This is just pathetic.” Flame growls, tugging on Derapchu’s hair again. “Honestly, I expected even you to try and say no. But you’re just fucking taking it, huh? Are you that desperate to be fucked?” He laughs mockingly. “What, does Zam not let you take her strap enough?”

Zam tries to say something, but Mapicc grabs her before she can get out a single word. Zam, wisely, shuts up. Flame just laughs. “Gods, both of you are fucking pathetic! Honestly, this might be the single saddest team in Lifesteal. This is just depressing.” He taunts.

Derapchu struggles in his grip, but the potion still has him too weak to do much of anything. So Flame keeps fucking him, taking out all his anger on him. Derapchu just makes it so goddamn easy. Flame has to admit that he’s kinda cute, which honestly just makes him easier to hurt.

Flame pulls out before he cums, making even more of a mess of Derapchu. He looks entirely wrecked, which is exactly what Flame came here for in the first place. He picks himself up, goes to leave, but Derapchu apparently can’t hold back one witty remark.

“You know, for once, you’re not doing something Mane told you to do.”

Flame stops, dead in his tracks. He still has a few potions in his inventory. Yeah, he can make this last much, much longer.