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@bewitchedmuses
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Bewitchedmuses - A multimuse blog written by Witchy - MINORS DNI
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📻📺 a perfect fit
they give me crazy cuteness aggression
hands that are gentle, careful and so safe
Been busy with comms so I only have wips and drabbles my bad 😭
@ofmoraliity @voxtek-time @voxistential
"Oh-" The ease with which he was taken by the waist and pulled closer like that drew a breathy laugh of delight from Loki's lips, settling in with a purr. He appreciated someone not afraid to take control in a moment like this-- In his day to day life, it'd be a very fast way to lose a hand at best, but like this.. Well. The purr was likely all the confirmation needed that the god liked it, "Mm, of course, your healing.." Loki murmured through that playful smile where he was settled, nails digging just slightly at Logan's waist in a tease, "I'll keep that in mind..~"
Then though, as slender legs are adjust their place in this new position, to hook his thighs over Logan's hips, he's pausing for a moment, taken briefly off guard by the question of his appearance- by the knowledge of what he was. Most either forgot, or simply didn't know, and he tended to prefer it that way. "...Mm, jötunn.." He confirmed after a moment though in a slight nod, head turned to let his lips chase the line of Logan's jaw, "I'm a little surprised you know that.. Though when it comes to my appearance, I change it as and when I please.. I've had a thousand faces. My appearance is what I choose it to be- each face is as real as the next. They are all me, all mine."
One hand moves to caress Loki's thigh, feeling and squeezing at it as the other grips onto the couch to steady himself. Being careful not to put his full weight against Loki as that wouldn't be comfortable with his density. "I've read some stories..." He murmurs and crane's his neck, enjoying the kisses and affection to his jaw. The light sting of nails dragging over his waist causes him to draw in a breath in reaction to it.
"I'm sure they're all as handsome as this one, I was just curious what your first face looks like." Logan said and wouldn't pry if Loki didn't want to show his jötunn face. Instead focusing on kissing at his body once again, growing more hungry and lustful with his actions, hips grinding up against Loki as things grow more heated between them.
"For the time being I find myself preferring my Asgardian skin.." Loki answered, voice still in that almost purring tone. In truth, he'd not shown his jötunn form in quite some time. Of all the faces he wore, all the bodies he shaped for himself, somehow jötunn- though it was his 'original', was the one with which he felt the least at home. But.. "Perhaps if you remain curious- and remain present -I'll show you one day." He just managed to finish that whisper before he was cut off in a hitch of breath as those hips drove up against his own in a grind,
"Ahh.." He was shameless in the sound, the breathy sigh of pleasure escaping him through a smile. He let his legs tighten around Logan's waist, hips tilting upward to meet him in a roll and a quiet, now slightly shaking laugh, head tilting up closer to the man, to nip at earlobe, tugging softly just for a second before letting go to whisper- lips brushing directly against his ear, breath shifting in his magic even if the rest of him did not, to grow icy cold, like arctic breeze against skin, the way it would have been in jötunn form, "Mnn, a little firmer, darling mine.. Or get those trousers out of the way.. Let me feel you.."
Loki's moans and sounds he was making in response was very satisfying to listen to. Pleased with himself to be able to get this far. Then there was a change in the air, his senses able to pick up the shift with Loki's magic just before that cold breath hit his skin. The mutant breathed out a shuddered moan and like a switch Logan went from taking his time to almost frantically attempting to finish getting undressed. His hands leaving Loki's form to go to his own jeans, fiddling with the button and zipper and pushed them down his hips with his boxers.
The mutant wraps an arm under Loki's back and pulls him up with him with ease as he shifts from being on his knees to a sitting position so he could push down his pants and underwear then kick them away. Logan moves Loki as he lays back to be straddling his waist, his attention now on getting the rest of the god's clothes off so they could continue.
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It was almost like Astarion had been waiting for someone to fill the emptiness in his room. Everything Damon owned, found a spot without becoming too much. Restless and bored, he headed out and wander around the castle, but every human servant was like a beacon to his instinct and the last one he passed, caused his sclera to turn red and his fangs out, making the servant run.
Damon groaned and decided that going out in his current state was unwise and didn’t feel like being shocked. So, Damon went back to his new home. He lied down on the couch and just stared at the ceiling.
Things droned on for Astarion but his senses would draw back to his new pet. Nothing at all was amiss and no need to punish him. Too weak to really misbehave. It made him consider not allowing him to feed too much to avoid giving him strength to fight back. But in the end he did have another spawn fetch him someone delicious.
He returned to his room after another hour with a young woman. The human's expression was completely blank and devoid of emotion or thoughts, hypnotized or under some mind control. A nice trick to use on mortals to keep them calm and not freak out, he didn't feel like dealing with the screams tonight. "A treat, as promised darling. Don't drink her dry, I would like to be the one to end her."
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Some more soft radiostatic and some Alastor expression fun :)
REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL
[📺] "That just seems ridiculous to me," he shakes his head, "I think you're more of something that has potential to be beneficial to me. I don't plan on abusing that. I don't want you to hate me, I'd rather you enjoy my company and then this could be a mutually beneficial relationship." Even if Vincent technically held all the cards with that collar around Alastor's neck. Maybe he could eventually take it off if he trusted Alastor enough not to gut him at a moments notice. Right now though, they were still getting to know each other.
He blinks a moment, "Well, I-I don't have to bathe you. Unless you need help...The tub is definitely small so you might need help getting your back...Here, why don't I run one and we can get you a little cleaned up? It might help you feel better." He stands up and heads to the bathroom to start running the tub with warm water. He's careful not to fill it too high knowing the water could splash out of the tub.
"Do you have a particular scent you like?" he calls out as he looks over his soaps. Some were floral, some were woody, he even had an unscented soap. "I can also wash what you're wearing...I'm not sure I have a replacement outfit though. Would you be ok hanging out in a blanket?"
So the human did plan on using him for something, but the way he worded it Vincent truly did want this to be a mutual arrangement. How interesting this human was. Alastor pondered silently for a few moments as the human when to start the bath. After a minute or two the demon got to his feet and followed after Vincent to join him in the bathroom.
He holds onto the doorframe and looks in, observing Vincent and taking in every action. Alastor couldn't shake his suspicion, it was a survival instinct at this point. Nothing was off though. He tilts his head slightly at the question. "I like an herbal scent or cedar..." Alastor answers and steps further into the bathroom. The tub would be alright, not impossible for him to enjoy a soak. He would have to sit with his knees to his chest or hang his legs off the side, but it wouldn't be drastically uncomfortable.
"A blanket will do fine to cover myself when I'm finished, thank you." When the tub was ready Alastor went ahead and undressed, not waiting for his master to leave as he didn't bother him in the slightest. The demon's skin had a greyness to it, like the vibrancy had been drained from what should be a tan shade. Littered in scars from years of neglect with some fresh wounds that looked to be only hours old with dried blood on his back as if he had been lashed. He looked even thinner without clothes, every rib could be seen on his torso truly looking like an animal on the verge of starvation.
Sitting down into the hot water with his knees to his chest he splashes the water on his face and lets out a long sigh of contentment. He does it again and comes his fingers through his hair and fur as he begins to wash himself.
"I don't remember having a prince with long golden hair as a friend... you'll have to refresh my memory, my lord." Geralt descended the stairs with a provocative smile and a touch of tenderness. Rare for Geralt, only for those he greatly esteemed.
As soon as he descended the stairs, he glanced at his brothers. Nodded to lower their weapons and find something to do. The two grumbled and looked askance at Geralt and the stranger. But they reluctantly agreed. Knowing he was just another one of Geralt's many acquaintances.
The silver-haired man didn't bother with formalities. Not with Alucard. He simply approached him and hugged him tightly.
"It's been a long time, Adrian." The other man's scent filled Geralt's nostrils. He took a deep breath to avoid thinking inappropriate thoughts. After a few moments, he finally released the blond man from his arms, giving him a gentler smile. One of his hands still insist gripped Alucard's shoulder.
"What brings you here after all this time? I wondered if you were still alive. I missed you... my friend."
The dhampir turned to look at where the voice came from, a bit more gruff than he remembered. Though witchers lived a long time they did still age, Geralt was no exception as his appears was more rugged and likely had more scars from many hunts. It didn't take away from the appeal, in fact he looked even more handsome than the last time they saw each other.
Adrian on the other hand looks like he hadn't aged a day. Perfectly beautiful and elegant looking, his smile as bright and warm as the sun. "One with fangs that saved your life." He says as he moves towards Geralt to meet him at the bottom of the stairs. Taking off the pack he had slung over his shoulder to set on the ground to allow both arms free to return the embrace. The dhampir holds him firmly, savoring the affection. His scent was that of sage and lavender, herbal from the medicines and potions he frequently made.
Once Geralt pulled back he released his hold, but with the hand lingering on his shoulder he places his own over it. "It has been too long." Alucard feels a flutter in his chest being told he was missed. "I missed you too, Geralt. I've traveled all over and have grown tired of how cruel people can be, I wanted to be around someone who is kind to me. I was hoping to stay awhile with you? Atleast through the winter." The dhampir explains.
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Cloud falls silent for a long while , pressing closer into the other. His hands come up and grip at the others chest , clinging on to him. ' . . . how do I even know this is real ? ' He whispers , his voice muffled against the others chest. ' . . . how can I believe anything you say ? You're always . . . lying. ' He pauses. He shifts his head up to look at the other. ' . . . how could they possibly get better ? '
There is a comfort that Sephiroth hadn't known in what felt like a lifetime with having Cloud clutch onto him. Strong arms tighten around the sorter male, arms that had the strength to crush him but in the moment gentle. Protective over what was most precious.
"I'm here." He says and one hand cups Cloud's jaw when he looks up. "There will be peace when Shinra is gone. When the company is no more and the lifestream isn't being used like a battery and drained. The world will heal and we won't have to fight any more."
The buster sword is easily pushed away. Cloud drops it and allows it to clank loudly to the ground. Before he could even resist , Sephiroth is grasping him. For the first moment , he struggles within his grasp. Cloud lets an angry , frustrated fist beat against Sephiroth's chest.
' You took everything from me ! ' He feels his emotions rising. And there's a tear that starts to form. ' Why can't I ever stop thinking about you ?? ' He lets his fist fall , his body going limp in Sephiroths hold. ' I should hate you . . . I DO hate you . . . '
He holds Cloud firmly but doesn't try to stop the struggling, allowing the other to beat at his chest. When the blond stops fighting he holds him tighter, a hand cupping the back of his head. "I know... And I am sorry, truly I am." Sephiroth's voice holds a remorseful tone to it as he cradles Cloud in his arms.
"You can hate me all you want, but I won't let you feel alone." He speaks soothingly to the shorter male as he strokes Cloud's hair. "Things will get better, Cloud. I promise."
"Oh-" The ease with which he was taken by the waist and pulled closer like that drew a breathy laugh of delight from Loki's lips, settling in with a purr. He appreciated someone not afraid to take control in a moment like this-- In his day to day life, it'd be a very fast way to lose a hand at best, but like this.. Well. The purr was likely all the confirmation needed that the god liked it, "Mm, of course, your healing.." Loki murmured through that playful smile where he was settled, nails digging just slightly at Logan's waist in a tease, "I'll keep that in mind..~"
Then though, as slender legs are adjust their place in this new position, to hook his thighs over Logan's hips, he's pausing for a moment, taken briefly off guard by the question of his appearance- by the knowledge of what he was. Most either forgot, or simply didn't know, and he tended to prefer it that way. "...Mm, jötunn.." He confirmed after a moment though in a slight nod, head turned to let his lips chase the line of Logan's jaw, "I'm a little surprised you know that.. Though when it comes to my appearance, I change it as and when I please.. I've had a thousand faces. My appearance is what I choose it to be- each face is as real as the next. They are all me, all mine."
One hand moves to caress Loki's thigh, feeling and squeezing at it as the other grips onto the couch to steady himself. Being careful not to put his full weight against Loki as that wouldn't be comfortable with his density. "I've read some stories..." He murmurs and crane's his neck, enjoying the kisses and affection to his jaw. The light sting of nails dragging over his waist causes him to draw in a breath in reaction to it.
"I'm sure they're all as handsome as this one, I was just curious what your first face looks like." Logan said and wouldn't pry if Loki didn't want to show his jötunn face. Instead focusing on kissing at his body once again, growing more hungry and lustful with his actions, hips grinding up against Loki as things grow more heated between them.
CLOUD GRIPPED his sword tighter , trying to maintain some semblance of strength in the face of the other. He felt a knot in his stomach tighten. He knew the other was right. He felt CHAINED to Sephiroth. The sort of bond he couldn't break. He hated it. And he hated these moments when they were ALONE even more . . . because it was all the harder to resist him like this.
' I'm not yours. ' He growls unconvincingly. ' Why are you so obsessed with me ? Why can't you ever let me go ? ' Cloud almost sounded like he was pleading.
"Obsessed?" Sephiroth echoed softly. "All I have in this world is you." He stated calmly as his eyes never leave Cloud's, staring right through to his soul. "If you only had one thing that mattered to you, one person that meant everything to you, wouldn't you do everything in your power to hold on to them and never let go?" The silverette asks and lets a long pause stretch.
He feels the buster sword shaking in Cloud's hands from gripping it so tight and carefully pushes it aside. Moving slowly and cautiously he stands and pulls Cloud close to embrace him.
@kakashimultimuses reunion for Geralt and Alucard //closed starter
It had been years ago when Alucard had crossed paths with the witcher, about fifteen if his memory served correct. Though the witcher had thought him a threat at first the dhampir was able to convince him that he wasn't and aided him with dealing with vampire that had been causing harm. They became friends and even traveled together for a short time before parting ways.
After many years of traveling he found himself back in familiar parts, hiking up a mountain as the snow lightly floated down beginning to coat everything in a layer of snow. He was headed to Kaer Morhen, the home of the witchers. Geralt had told him if he ever needed aid to come here. Though he'd made acquaintances and friends along his travels, being what he was often led to being exiled and unwelcomed in many places. Alucard hoped that his friendship with the witcher did not have an expiration date.
He came to the gate of the old castle and was relieved to find it open and walked through the threshold. Golden eyes scanned the courtyard, a couple horses at the stable and a pair of witchers who he'd never seen before were sparing until they noticed the stranger's presence and pointed their blades towards him. Alucard held up a hand in a non threatening way and took a step back. "I'm looking for Geralt of Rivia, he's an old friend. Is he here?"
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There was a barely suppressed shudder when his shirt is removed in that one swift movement, bubbling up into a shameless purr under those kisses, "Mnnh, I do believe you're right," The words slipped from him in almost a sigh, hips rolling up again- with legs just that little bit further apart in a silent invitation -while he watched Logan's own shirt vanish too- a little grin as hands slid from back, over shoulders, down to his chest,
"Quite a specimen.." He murmured the playful praise then in a velvety chuckle. Loki turned his head, nudging closer with nose brushing the shell of Logan's ear, lips pressing into the point just beneath it where neck began, while thumbs swept against the peaks at Logan's chest, slipping down to his sides in a curl of fingers- not hard enough to scratch or leave any marks, just enough, he hoped, to induce a shudder, testing, teasing, "I could get used to a sight like this.." Whispered against the skin of throat.
Logan shifted to move between the other's slender legs, strong hands went to grab Loki by the waist to bring him close. He smirked at the remark made and closed his eyes at the feeling of the god's lips and hands against his skin. "You can bite and scratch me all you want in you're into that, you won't leave any marks." He'd immediately heal from anything Loki would do but he would still enjoy it.
It was the whisper that made the mutant shudder. Loki's tone and the way he spoke was most pleasant to listen to. "I like what I see too, though, this ain't truly what you look like is it?" Logan asked, not accusingly but rather out of curiosity. "What's the lore say you are... Frost giant?"
