Punk_Out
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- Naruto (Anime & Manga) (3)
- X-Men (Movieverse) (1)
- South Park (1)
- X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) (1)
- Glee (TV 2009) (1)
- xxxHoLic (1)
- CLAMP - Works (1)
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There’s no stronger force than Randy Marsh’s fatherly self-wanking, not even his family’s disapproval or his son’s furious humiliation.
OR: a study in what Not to do when you come home to hear your child having very energetic intercourse with an unknown individual.
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A series of unconnected ficlets based off of a series of prompts.
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Summer Plights, Summers Delights by Punk_Out
Fandoms: X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom
21 Mar 2017
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Hank paused on the edge of the wood, leaning comfortably against a tree to observe his fellows play and roughhouse without censor. Angel flitted effortlessly above the water, wings shimmering in the heat, dodging the mighty waves Raven was generating. On the dock, Alex and Sean were grappling, trying to overturn the other and tip him into the chill embrace of the water. It was clear to Hank that Alex was restraining himself mightily, barely budging even as Sean turned red from exertion and frustration. Hank chuffed softly, affection and amusement warring for dominance in his chest.
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The one where Kakashi is an awkward turtle and Iruka enjoys making his life difficult.
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- Part 2 of We're going to Hell in a handbasket
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Watanuki Kimihiro is the heir to Ichihara Incorporated, a massive company peddling a wide array of high quality products internationally. When his predecessor disappears one day without warning, she leaves only a will and testament behind, naming him owner and CEO on one condition; he must find his destined partner.
Naturally, fate steps in.
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- Words:
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- Bookmarks:
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During a training lesson gone wrong, Alastor finds himself in a Pentagram City he doesn't recognize.
The more he uncovers about this strange new city, the more he finds himself in a hell worse than actual Hell. He scrambles for a way to get back home, but his resources are limited and time is running out as the reining Overlord of the pentagram senses his presence and begins a relentless pursuit to find him.
And Alastor's not sure how long he can keep up this game of cat and mouse.
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Alastor should have registered when he first presented, his name and details added to the list advertising available Omegas throughout the kingdom. At twenty-four, he should’ve been servicing Alphas for six or seven years already.
He wasn’t small or soft or pretty. He was tall, thin, and calloused. After the initial contract for his virginity, he’d become a means to an end for poorer Alphas and spend his next twenty or so years warming their beds until his whelp rearing days passed.
Registering now was the only one way he could make enough money to save his mother.
He just hoped she forgave him for it.
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Omegas, the only secondary gender able to give birth, are a rare and precious resource. As a result, the Crown created the Omega Registry for Alphas to bid on their heats in the hopes of producing an heir. Alastor has spent his whole life pretending to be a beta, but outs himself when his mother falls gravely ill in order to save her life.
He never expected his virgin contract to go to King Lucifer Morningstar, let alone for the king to want to keep him.
Completed: 11/11/25
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Once upon a time, Lucifer was minding his own goddamn business, living a perfectly normal life – one that he was very happy with, thank you very much.
That perfectly normal life – that he was very happy with – was abruptly turned on its head by the arrival of a mysterious fae, calling himself ‘Alastor’.
It turns out that normal life gets a lot harder to manage when you’ve got an almost mythical creature following you around, insisting he’s ‘helping.’ Lucifer isn’t sure how almost getting him arrested is meant to be any kind of help at all – but he has to admit, there is something about this man. Fae. Creature? Something about Alastor.
Something that seems to draw him in, an elusive sense of belonging that he’s never really had. The question is – can he prevent himself from throttling Alastor long enough to figure out what it is?
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- Part 2 of RadioApple Shorter Form Multichapter
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Alastor begins to have... thoughts. They seem to come out of nowhere, unprompted, and wildly out of character for him. Still, he can't deny how hot they make him feel. And sticky.
When one has 1000cc of vivid, filthy sexual fantasy about their king delivered straight to the cranium, well... just what is a deer to do?
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AKA; Lucifer doesn't realize he's accidentally tuning into Alastor's frequency when he has wet dreams about him. Neither does Alastor. It gets emotional, but also very sexy.
Written and Published like 5 days pre-season 2.
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His blood smeared the stone and seeped into the grooves left by expert hands. Alastor pulled his glove off and wrapped it in a quick cover of gauze for now.
“Whosoever offers themselves for thy King, shall bleed on this stone and offer themselves as his bride to be judged. If thy King finds thy true and perfect, thy blood shall sing his praises and bring joy to his kingdom.” He murmured aloud and found the next text, presumably apart of the blood ritual.
“King of the Morning Star,” he called out in the room. “Thy servant offers themselves, body, mind and soul. Judge me perfect and I will bear your heirs and worship thy body and offer mine for thy pleasure for the rest of eternity. Find me good for thy love and I will love thee in return.”
But Alastor was distracted by more art and script. Everything showing how if a bride was chosen, there would a celebration, a joining ceremony to show the bride’s submission and successful coupling with the King. Then the bride drinks what looks like poison from a chalice from the King. The script called it ascension, immortality granted. Afterwards more depictions and script of sex, a pregnant bride and a child birthed.