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FAMILY DINNER

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When Raíz visits, everyone is expected to show up for family dinner a few days later. That's how long you have to show up at the HQ mansion, no matter where you are in the world, no matter how busy or disinclined you are to make an appearance. If you're not there by the time is begins, Raíz will simply show up wherever you are, pick you up and materialize the both of you back at the mansion, tacking on a year or two to your contract.. Everyone is also expected to behave; starting trouble during dinner just gets you mind controlled into behaving to a Stepford Wife degree of compliance.

Since Raíz won't be played ICly, feel free to play this prompt before or after dinner itself takes place. Maybe your character is coming 'home' after a long time away, maybe they're getting ready to leave after it's done, maybe they've decided to stay a few more days or they're just going back to their routine if they already live in the mansion. Play it out as the before or after of any massive family reunion where you're happy to be there or can't wait to get the hell out.

OUT ON A MISSION

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From 007 to SCP, Blood Pact missions can vary between retrieving information, retrieving some ancient artifact, fighting full out monsters or even saving the world from some apocalyptic event. Let your imagination dictate the type of mission your characters are on and why they've been paired up. It can be a thread where they're getting briefed, or en route, or staying at some motel, or entering the lair of a beast that can behead them with a single bite if they're not careful. From the banal to the paranormal, Raíz's agents are ready for (almost) anything mom tells them to do. Well - mom lets Great Dane know what she wants them to do, and he's in charge of passing on the message.

HALLOWEEN PARTY

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Cellar Spider, much to Great Dane's annoyance, has decided to throw a Halloween party at the mansion! Everyone in the Blood Pact is free to join, and hey - if they really want to, they can even bring a plus one. (Why would you do that, though.) Blue organized the meticulously arranged sweets, Red carved a lot of pumpkins (like a lot), Monarch assembled the playlist, Velvet brought the moonshine, Moon made sure everything looked fucking amazing, and Salamander spiked the punch. Costumes are in fact mandatory! Raíz will not be appearing because she's busy being an eldritch abomination in some other dimension.

VOICE / TEXT / VIDEO

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Post something to the massive group chat, or just DM each other gossip. Or Else.

PLEASE READ

A NOTE ON CONTENT TO AVOID

Hi there! Nubl here. For my own comfort, please avoid engaging in the following subjects ICly and in introspection: different generation incest (parent-child, uncle/aunt-niece/nephew, grandparent-grandchild, etc.); pregnancy or breeding as a kink or as a horror trope, needles/piercings, watersports, and non-con/rape. You're totally free to play them out elsewhere, I'm just asking to keep it off-comm please! Though this isn't meant to be a smut-heavy post, threads may certainly end up there - just make sure to warn in the subject that it's NSFW! Thank you so much everyone, have fun!!

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[he's getting a pillow thrown at him.]

i was half-asleep and you sat on me and asked if i thought you were cute. it was goddamn 5am. i was under duress. don't remind me. you're damn lucky there weren't any hickies this time, brat.

[because saxon knows what happens when he comes back with lipstick -- fox spanks him, lectures him, tells him to be more careful -- and when he comes back dark-eyed and hazy and smelling like cologne with some guy's mouth marked on his neck -- fox bends him over, strips him down, makes sure he's still stretched out in the shape of his brother's cock and nobody else's.]

( saxon catches the pillow and laughs, bright and obnoxious, tossing it and his phone aside in favor of climbing on top of fox with a goofy grin on his face, like they're teenagers again and not quasi-immortal adults. )

What about now? Can't call this — ( rocking his hips gently against fox's, neither of them remotely hard but always a touch away from it ) — duress. Be honest, Foxy. You think I'm cute, right?

( he knows fox does, obviously, but he still likes to hear it. idly, he plays with fox's hair, twirling it around his fingers the way he always used to with their mama. )

That's why you get so jealous, because everyone else thinks I'm cute too. But it only matters what you think, silly.

[and of course, there's no real annoyance, no resistance, no hint of exasperation as saxon climbs on top of him, straddles him, settles just-so in the cradle of his lap. fox just tosses his own phone to one side, hands drawn near-magnetically to settle where saxon's shirt and jeans meet, find the strip of exposed skin and smooth his thumbs over it.

there's the vaguest attempt at a scowl, which translates only into gently exasperated adoration on fox's face.] I don't think, I know you're cute. So does everyone else with eyes and half a brain.

[that thought makes him grumble, go moody and grumpy, bumping his head into saxon's teasing, affectionate fingers through his hair.] Makes me crazy, n'you know it.

( saxon's breath catches when fox touches him — like it always does, because every time is just as thrilling as the last. just like every time is another precious reminder that fox is his and he isn't going anywhere — so of course he flushes from a simple brush of fox's thumb like it's fox's hand on his dick. and because he knows when fox touches him like this, it won't be long until saxon is spearing himself on his brother's cock and begging fox to let him come. )

How crazy? ( as innocent as ever, his big brown doe eyes searching fox's expression for that familiar fondness, the soft look he gets whenever saxon needs to hear what he already knows. ) Promise I won't tell.

( reaching for one of fox's hands at his waist, guiding it to the soft swell of his ass, saxon leans in closer to fox's mouth, but misses — purposefully placing a kiss at the corner of his brother's mouth so he'll have to chase the taste of saxon's lips, sugary sweet from a lip gloss he'd borrowed from one of the girls. )

C'mon, Foxy, don't hold back on me now.

[it’s always like the first time, like they’re inventing something brand new, whenever there’s that first brush of skin-on-skin. something in fox wakes up when his brother makes those hitchy-breath, sweet little sounds, when his plush mouth parts just-so, pupils going wide in his heartbreaker eyes, inviting fox to remember what they look like welling up with tears, pleading and beseeching and crying for more, more, more. his perfect, greedy baby brother.

fox’s steely grey-blue eyes go soft like forget-me-nots, like misty mornings, like they do for nobody else. his hand slipping easily to palm the shape of saxon’s ass, dance-practice-tight, nestled contentedly in his lap, so close to where he wasn’t hard a minute ago, but saxon’s voice, his big eyes, his shifting hips are changing that rapidly. his words come out gruff, heated, sparked by his brother squirming in his lap, teasing his mouth with almost-kisses.]

I know what they’re thinkin’ about, when they look at you, Bunny. [his free hand lifts, hooks around the back of saxon’s neck, firm and unyielding, fingers tightening when his twin tries to squirm away.] Same thing I’m always thinking. You’re so damn perfect, they wanna get their hands all over you.

[the grip tightens, on saxon’s neck, on the curve of his ass, fox spreading his fingers so he can hook his thumb in the waist of his brother’s shorts, drag them lower.] Makes me wanna cut their fucking hands off. Put out their eyes, so they can’t look at you, crack their skulls and unspool their brains and take back every time they saw you. [a breath, shaky, then fox drags saxon lower, kisses him rough and inescapable, tongue messy as he gluts himself on the sugary gloss, on the heat of saxon’s mouth, on the sounds he makes. pulling back, mouth wet, tongue dragging over his teeth:] Don’t even wanna share you with someone’s fuckin’ memories.

( he can feel it, when fox starts to go hard, that delicious moment when he can tell blood is rushing to fox's dick — so perfectly attuned to his brother's body that even the slightest change is immediately noticeable. they're extensions of each other, in that way; their shared language their own physicality: posture and expression and intimacy, recorded by every nerve, transcribed beneath their skin and carved into their hearts. no one will ever know fox better than saxon does, and no one will ever know saxon better than fox. they begin and end with each other, every part of them intertwined, entangled, bound together by body and blood.

fox anchors his hand right where he always does when he wants saxon to pay attention — and saxon reflexively cranes his neck against it like he always does, because he knows fox will make him stay still, force his gaze back from where it should never stray. force him to watch what he's doing to his brother: the slow melt of that sweet afternoon fondness into the crisp, cool, commanding character fox wears so well — from fox, foxy, frère; to fox, foxy, daddy.

the charged, heady air and the sandpaper-drag of fox's voice draws out a reedy, needy little moan from the back of saxon's throat, his spine arching feline-long, his free hand swinging behind him to help fox drag his shorts off. he laughs breathlessly against fox's mouth, forehead tipped against fox's, grinning deliriously at every word, like fox is speaking liquor directly into saxon's veins. to anyone else, it might be unsettling: the lengths fox is willing to go to, the methods he would employ, how crazy means disturbingly possessive and territorial. but to saxon, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard; it's dedication and devotion, all driven by fox's singular, devouring desire to gatekeep saxon from anyone who isn't worthy. (and saxon loves him for it, loves the blood on his hands because it's all for him, has been since they were twelve and fox's knuckles bled raw for the first time.) it's dirty talk in the literal sense, every word a new match lighting him on fire from the inside out, making him clean before fox makes a mess of him, dirties him up, turns him into daddy's filthy little whore.

he hums into fox's mouth, agreement and urgency coiled in the vibrations of his throat, his own mouth needy and pliant and hungry, chasing fox's tongue with his teeth, lapping him up like he's a starving animal who won't know where his next meal comes from. his fingers tangle in fox's hair, half petting, half tugging; hips rocking downward, rutting up against the thick fabric of fox's sweatpants, whining petulantly to register his discontent that fox's dick isn't out yet. )

Fuck, you're so hot when you talk like a serial killer.

( #romance )

[fox feels the pulse of blood making him stir against the sweet curve of saxon’s ass, sees his brother feel it, the way his eyes go hotter, the way he shifts his hips and arches his back, cause he needs it like that. it doesn’t matter that fox is barely hard, that moments before they were on separate sides of the room, because there’s some kinda connection from the ache of fox’s dick in his loose pants to the way saxon suddenly starts getting squirmy, bratty, needy.

and god help him, every time, it works – the stubborn look in saxon’s molten eyes, the flush blotting out his freckles, the loose strand of hair falling into his face as he pushes back against fox’s hand on his neck. punishingly, fox grabs at the hand saxon has trying to ease his shorts down, trying to bare his perfect arched-up ass, like he thinks that’ll be enough to distract from how he’s trying to defy his brother’s grip. one hand on saxon’s neck, the other pinning his arm back, fox presses him down, wanting the full weight of his brother’s shivery-eager, dance-toned body sealed to his.]

Watch your mouth, greedy – lil brat. [punctuated midway by the hungry, messy, filthy way his brother kisses him, greedy hands, his hips working, impatient for the growing thickness in fox’s pants. and fox wants him, wants in that perfect perky ass that saxon’s been flaunting in those shorts for a goddamn hour, but he keeps his hand on his brother’s neck, kissing him in long, slow pulls, pinning him in place for a moment and murmuring –] You’re gonna be nice n’ patient now, for gettin’ me all riled up.

[the hand gripping saxon’s wrist releases, moves to roughly shove his brother’s shorts down below the curve of his ass, before smacking one palm hard, loud against the tightly-toned, perfect swell.] And you’re gonna keep movin’ your hips, understand? [palm, fingers, squeezing at the reddening mark on saxon’s ass, coaxing him to grind down against the thick bulge of fox’s cock.] Get me hard enough to fuck you.

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cw: weird gore stuff idk he's insane

⚠️🔞 gonna be nsfw from here on out also blanket cw for their unhinged everything

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