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t....t....tentacles....

Completely normal... nothing weird here... no eldrich corruption in this void..

This was supposed to be for yesterday but I was 2 late in posting it,,, oh well!

Full pic underneath cut,,, obvs NSFT warning.

"Yeah..."

Just one word. No jokes attached to it this time.

He knew that look. Not necessarily the bridges or the trailer, but the kind of life where better didn't mean good, just less awful than yesterday.

A quiet beat passes before the corner of his mouth curls back into its usual grin.

"That's me."

He hooks a thumb toward his own chest.

"Devil Hunter. Been doing it most of my life."

The grin grows a little more lopsided.

"Pays...well, sometimes. Usually after somebody spends twenty minutes insisting they'll 'pay anything' to be rid of a demon, then suddenly forgets their wallet once it's dead."

He gives an exaggerated shrug.

"Occupational hazard."

His blue eyes settle back on the other man.

"Real devils, by the way. Horns. Fangs. Claws. The whole ugly package."

A pause.

"...Judging by your expression, I'm guessing either you've got a lot of questions..."

His grin widens.

He slips into silence as arms fold across the faded blue alien plastered over the front of his T-shirt. In lieu of an expected expression of skepticism is one of thoughtfulness. Most people might've called the alleged devil hunter insane. Or they'd assume it was some ridiculous story cooked up to impress strangers.

Not Dude. To The POSTAL Dude Jr., devil hunting sounds as real as the sun warming the earth. After everything he's witness . . . everything he's fought ... he'd be the crazy one if he dismissed it.

Truth be told, there's another reason Dude believed him. One that's more personal. One that's been hiding in the darkest depths of his mind.

The cigarette falls from his lips, and lands at his feet. He grinds it beneath the heel of his worn boot until the ember finally dies.

‎ ❝ Oh, I believe you, ❞ When he looks back toward the other man, there's no grin to match. Just interest that flickers behind dark shades. ❝ Might even have a job for you someday. ❞ Someday is the keyword. Mostly because, evident by this conversation, Dude lacks the funds to hire anyone. Another part of him isn't even certain there is anything to hire someone for. ❝ Y'see ... I think I might have a devil problem myself. ❞

‎ ‘ I'm not a devil, dumbass, ’ speak of the devil ... The voice has become so familiar it barely startles Dude anymore. It lingers in the back of his mind. Always waiting, always listening, and always ready to deliver another irritating remark.

Well ... not always. It hadn't been there at birth. It hadn't even been there last year. But sometime over the last five months ... it had nestled into his skull like a squatter. The thing insists it's simply his inner voice. The same one everyone supposedly has.

Dude doesn't buy it. Years of drugs & brain damage has done a number on him. But he'd never possessed some dramatic split personality. Besides ... since when did your subconscious drink all your shitty beer, sit around watching your shitty DVDs, and leave your shitty couch covered in crumbs while you were the one outside busting your ass doing chores ? !

‎ ‘ Didn't you just hear him ? Devils have horns & fangs & claws. Which by the way, I have none of those. A little observation would've saved you from looking this stupid, Sherlock.. ’ The voice adds. Dude ignores it.

Pale green eyes lower at the dead cigarette lying in the dirt. A shrug. Weak, lacks the flamboyance that the other man seemingly carries so easily.

back again with more usfw prompts. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[01.] sender bends receiver over a desk and fucks them from behind.

[02.] sender presses receiver against a window and takes them from behind.

[03.] sender lifts receiver onto the kitchen counter and spreads their legs.

[04.] sender pulls receiver onto their lap in the backseat of a car, fogging up the windows.

[05.] sender fucks receiver against a wall, holding a leg up to support them.

[06.] sender and receiver have sex in a tent while camping, trying to stay quiet.

[07.] sender holds receiver steady against shower tiles, fucking them while hot water streams down their bodies.

[08.] sender pulls receiver into a mating press, folding them in half.

[09.] sender sits back and has receiver ride them reverse cowgirl.

[10.] sender pins receiver against a wall and fucks them in standing doggy position.

[11.] sender fucks receiver with their ankles on sender's shoulders.

[12.] sender and receiver have desperate sex in an expensive hotel room.

[13.] sender holds receiver tight as they bend them over a balcony late at night.

[14.] sender pushes receiver's face into the pillow while pounding them from behind.

[15.] sender fucks receiver with one arm wrapped around their neck in a loose headlock.

[16.] sender slaps receiver in the face.

[17.] sender holds both of receiver's wrists in one hand.

[18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.

[19.] sender hooks their fingers into receiver's mouth, forcing it open wider.

[20.] sender writes their name on receiver's skin with marker.

[21.] sender fucks receiver's throat until spit runs down their chin.

[22.] sender uses their fingers to muffle receiver's moans.

[23.] sender makes receiver count every thrust out loud.

[24.] sender forces receiver to thank them after every thrust/slap/hit.

[25.] sender holds receiver's jaw and makes them repeat "i'm yours" while buried inside of them.

[26.] sender leaves bruises on receiver's thighs from their tight grip.

[27.] sender manhandles receiver into a new position.

[28.] sender makes receiver grind against their shoe/boot.

[29.] sender keeps receiver on their knees with a boot between their thighs.

[30.] sender pulls receiver into the laundry room at a house party, barely drowned out by the blaring music.

[31.] sender fucks receiver in the club/bar bathroom, listening for footsteps just outside the door.

[32.] sender makes receiver watch themselves in the mirror while being fucked.

[33.] sender holds receiver's head back by the hair and lets a string of spit fall into their mouth.

[34.] sender grips receiver's hips and guides them to ride their thigh.

[35.] sender releases and reapplies pressure around receiver's neck as they edge closer to climax.

[36.] sender spanks receiver for their disobedience.

[37.] sender and receiver have aggressive hate sex.

[38.] sender accidentally says "i love you" during sex.

[39.] sender, fully clothed, fucks a naked receiver.