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FAMILY DINNER

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

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.

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OUT ON A MISSION

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

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.

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HALLOWEEN PARTY

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

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.

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VOICE / TEXT / VIDEO

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

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

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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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Comments

[fortunated]

[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.