The Beasts Trying To "corrupt" Y/n

All of the St. Valencringe cards I made for the CRK server contest!

Idk who would even use these, but they’re all free to use with credit lmao

The Slippery 4

Word Count: 726

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Deceit

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Tentacles, implied cannibalism, implied murderous intent, Sexual Situations

Based off this headcanon by @zombie-teeth

Virgil wasn't known for being terribly cuddly, sure he enjoyed it now and then, but it was rare to find him snuggling with anyone for hours on end. But he couldn't exactly get away from his loving duke's embrace. That's why Deceit found him lounging on the couch with his boyfriend, Remus, holding onto him like a koala, fast asleep, with his 4 main tentacles idly wiggling behind him. The quiet hissing between the disgruntled emo and the teasing snake didn't bother Remus at all.

"Say one word about this to anyone and I will cover your library in webs. And if I piss myself don't you dare hold it against me." Virgil threatened. Deceit smiled at him and shrugged. He wasn't making any promises. He strolled back to his room with a smug air about him that made Virgil growl.

That's when a slick tentacle snuck behind him and gently caressed his neck. Virgil glanced at it with raised eyebrows and smirked.

"Thanks Nero, you're such a thoughtful lil wiggler." he chuckled and gently ran his fingers over the smooth appendage. He had to laugh at how it twitched and went limp on his shoulder, heating up as if it could blush. 

A different tentacle wrapped around his chest and snaked its way up to his cheek. Someone was jealous!

Virgil giggled and turned his head to press his lips to it. The delicate kiss against one sucker was just enough to make the tentacle jolt back and go rigid. This one had to be Tiberius, the flirty one.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Tiger." Virgil purred. At the pet name, Tiberius collapsed like a wet noodle on the couch and floor. He had to laugh, Remus' tentacles had a minds of their own, and they usually thought about Virgil. It was flattering and down right adorable usually. But they were still part of Remus, so if the tentacles went limp, Remus' grip would loosen too. All he had to do was make all of them relax, and that was a problem.

The other two tentacles were a little bit more daring. Commodus maneuvered its way around his thigh slipping behind him to get into his pants. Elagabalus slid in his lap and got very frisky. Virgil bit his lip and let out a loud frustrated groan, this was not helping his bladder problem, and causing a slew of other issues. Fortunately, Remus sleeping on him was one problem solved.

"Commie! Laggy! No!" Remus snapped and let go of Virgil to pull them back. They drooped in Remus' hands like guilty children.

"You do not get touchy like that when I'm asleep, unless you're touching me! Did Virgil say you could do that, hmm?" 

"Nope." Virgil answered, gently removing Nero from his shoulder.

"No? Then why did you two think it would be okay?!" Remus growled. Commie and Laggy curled into themselves out of shame and retreated into his back. Remus let out a sighed and carefully ran a hand down Virgil's cheek. 

"Are you alright, Scare Bear?" he asked. Virgil took his hand and brought it to his lips, making Remus blush. Leggy and Commie were in big trouble.

"Thanks, Ree. You saved me from the onslaught, like a knight in slimy armor. But armor isn't your strong suit." Virgil hummed and let the duke's hand fall gracelessly to his side. He smirked at the flustered side and winked. That sent Remus' heart into overdrive—a crooked smile and a little flirting should not be enough to turn Remus Sanders to mush! 

"No wonder they got frisky, you're a tease!" Remus laughed despite himself. Virgil shrugged and flashed a wicked grin.

"If teasing the tentacles wakes you up, then I'll be sure to do it more often." he said and moved to get up, "It's easier than clawing my way out to get to the bathroom." 

"No! Come back!" Remus whined, "I want to cuddle with you—naked if possible!"

"No." Virgil hummed on his way out, "But you can come to my room, get caught in a trap, and I could eat you like the little snack you are." 

"You sly wolf spider." Remus purred, "I'll see you there!" And all of his tentacles jolted back to life. He was so lucky to be able to call that catch of an emo his.

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Love Letters

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing: Dukexiety Characters: Virgil, Remus, everyone else mentioned Notes: Day 14 for @tsshipmonth2020​ - dukexiety Summary: When Virgil wrote done his feelings for Remus it was the explicit intention to shred the letter after.

He knew he was forgetting something

AO3

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To Remus,

I’ve been having feelings.  The worst kind of feelings. Super affectionate, really lovey-dovey, terrible feelings.  You’d probably laugh in my face if I told you about them.

In fact, you’d definitely laugh in my face.  Which is why I’m writing this and not like, talking to you.  Because I’m a coward who can’t deal with the fact you’ll reject me.  

But I also can’t move on.

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I literally can't stop laughing at this

I continue to use my editing powers for the greater good.

💕: “Years I’ve spent dormant in the earth, thinking of my horrible revenge upon humanity, yet when you set me free I suddenly had seconds thoughts” for Anxciet? :>

,,,,i tried! (This isn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine) enjoy theres two disaster gays!

Virgil had bought the golden gothic locket from a seemingly innocent and unassuming booth at the market, the booth owner had been sweet and kind and had even given him a discount on it because it matched his aesthetic! And well, as a struggling college student, how was he to say no?

He’d worn it days on end, feeling safe with the weight of it resting against his collarbone, careful to maintain the little locket’s nice condition with the occasional TLC. Never had he expected anything more from the small little locket, even when his nightmares noticeably died down after receiving it. Leave it to an entitled thief at the park later that month to prove him wrong.

It was pretty late in the day and Virgil was chilling on a bench, sketching a concept piece in his sketchbook. Occasionally he would pause to get a gauge on his visual, his non-dominant hand loosely clutching the locket as he fiddled with the intricate engravings. Honestly, it was no wonder that it would gain him some looks from time to time, being a bright but still gothic gold, it was the only stand out color that he wore amongst his dark blacks and purples.

“Excuse me, Sir?” A female voice from a distance called out, causing Virgil to glance up. A pretty woman was flirtingly sauntering up to him, obviously trying to catch his attention with a self-satisfied smirk when his eyes met hers and flicked away again. She seemed sure she’d caught his full attention now, completely oblivious to the fact that Virgil was completely and utterly gay, not to mention uninterested in the confrontation.

“I couldn’t help but notice, you’ve got a pretty cute necklace there. Where’d ya get it, honey?” She laid it on thick, batting her eyes and speaking in a heavily, almost too suspiciously sweet tone. Virgil blinked at her, once, twice.

“Um..? I don’t think you’ll get one exactly like mine but there’s a vender that-“ The girl held her hand up to silence him, before looking at her nails with a sorely fake, sorrowful look.

“Oh that just won’t do, Doll. I like yours! Any chance I could buy it off you?” Virgil blinked at her, and tried not to chuckle, completely confused. Who walks up to a stranger, offering to buy their own personal items off of them?

“Uhh, no? It’s uhm, it’s a gift from my grandma, and I’m not willing to part with it.” That was a lie, of course, but lately he’d been finding himself a little more comfortable with doing that lately if it meant it got him out of harmless situations like this. Plus, he really didn’t want to give it up! However, the stranger did not seem to want to accept that answer.

Before he knew what was happening, this woman was screaming at him, calling him entitled and a rotten, selfish teenager, and plenty of other nasty things under the sun. Immediately, the sudden onslaught had caused Virgil to curl up, staring up wide eyed and terrified of the older woman now standing above him and shouting at him. Then his body’s shaking began, and Virgil knew he was in for it. He’d frozen up like a petrified fawn in front of an over glorified wolf, and the overwhelming negative emotions being projected at him was tearing him apart inside.

Getting fed up with the boy’s lack of response, she reached for the necklace, growling out “If I can’t have it, then no body can!” Before giving a sharp tug. The old metal snapped, causing Virgil to jerk back as he watched this stranger slam the fragile locket to the concrete pavement. It made a sickening crack as it broke in two. However, before the woman could truly be satisfied with her wrath and before Virgil could properly mourn his loss, black smoke billowed out and around the two. Virgil, still on the verge of an emotional breakdown, could only think about how that much smoke couldn’t have naturally fit in that tiny locket.

The woman stumbled back, temporarily broken out of her petulance to escape the pitch black smoke with a shout. In a matter of seconds, the smoke asmassed together and tightly formed together, before dissipating. In its wake, a tall, lean man was left in its place. He wore dark clothing, a suit of dark grey and a golden accented vest, a dark bowler hat tilted stylishly upon his dark hair. His back was facing Virgil, but the woman, from what Virgil could see, looked terrified.

“Well, Hello there. I didn’t think I’d be summoned by something so pathetic.. one hundred years in that stupid prison and this is the welcoming I get?” The woman was still in utter disbelief, glancing over to Virgil with confused anger resurfacing.

“Is this some kind of act? You think I’m an idiot, huh, Brat? Just because you’re friend was able to pull this,-” She gestured towards the particularly disinterested man in front of her, “this stupid prank or whatever off! I’ll sue you for harassment!”

At this point, the woman looked haughty and ready to do something even more rash. However, before she could move, the man flicked his wrist, and the woman’s hand slapped over her mouth.

“My, you could drone on and on, couldn’t you? Please, a mortal like you doesn’t scare me. Now please, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave.” The woman’s eyes briefly flashed yellow, and she turned around and walked off without a huff. With a sigh, the man turned around to the bench to sit, only to pause as he finally took notice of the shaking man curled up on the bench. Now Virgil could see why the woman had been surprised, realistic green scales were attractively scattered up one side of the man's face, his eyes mismatched of green and yellow. For a being that was apparently trapped within that locket for at least, what, a hundred years? He still looked as sharp as a young adult, and attractive too.

“Oh, hello.” The man’s voice had softened considerably, apparently surprised into sympathy at seeing a young man so visibly shaken. Before Virgil could muster up a response or even figure out a proper reaction to the situation, the man dipped elegantly to one knee, bowing in front of Virgil with the flourish of his hat.

“Excuse me, my dear. I didn’t mean to startle you! I am called Dorian, however, you can call me anytime.~” The mysterious man called Dorian held out a hand to Virgil, smiling warmly when the young man’s shaking hand rested itself in the others gloved hand. “You’ve been caring for me in all this recent time, I recognize that panicked heartbeat, My Dear. How lucky am I?” Dorian’s adoring gaze never left Virgil’s pretty flushed face as the other brought the still trembling hand to his lips. All Virgil’s frazzled mind could think to do was make him giggle at the absurdity of the situation, and close his eyes and cover his face because his mind wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Surrounded by his thoughts, he did not hear the other get up, nor did he feel when the other sat beside him. However, he did feel the arm that pulled him closer to the other man, gentle and loose, yet still comforting. For a few long moments the pair sat in silence.

As Virgil calmed down, his mind slowly came to terms that his company was not really human, but found that his tired mind did not really care. Lowering his hands, Virge glanced at the taller being next to him who was gazing up at the darkening shades of the sky. Leaning against Dorian’s arm a bit more, he joined the other in his gazing at the sunset splashed sky. Another long moment of silence stretched past them, before Dorian finally found his voice to speak.

“...Years I’ve spent dormant in the earth, thinking of my horrible revenge upon humanity, and yet when you set me free I suddenly had second thoughts..” Dorian hummed, meeting Virgil’s gaze solidly for a moment before gazing out across the park. “It’s been long since I’ve stretched these legs, used these eyes, held another so close.. I’ve missed it dearly. I hope you don’t mind, uh-“ Dorian paused, realizing what he’d forgotten. Here he was, cuddling with a mortal that he didn’t even know the true name of!

Virgil seemed to catch on, chuckling softly, “It’s Virgil, Dorian. My name? And.. don’t worry about it. I totally get being touch starved, dude.” Dorian smiled sadly, disappointed that this human was feeling the consequences of lack of contact too. He let the others name roll off his forked tongue, an inhuman purr escaping him at such a pretty name. Dorian didn’t miss the shiver that passed through Virgil in reaction to the deep voice, but kept his thoughts to himself about it for now.

“I think.. A proper night of introduction is in order. A walk around the park, or this fascinating city, if you will?” Dorian smiled, standing up and reaching out a gloved hand for Virgil to take. Accepting this weird fate, Virgil just shook his head with a smile and took the others hand, allowing Dorian, ever the gentleman, to link arms with him.

“What about your um, scales?” Virgil asked, hoping that they wouldn’t get anymore stares than a man in a suit and a man in full goth attire could attract. In a swift movement of a hand over Dorian’s face, the scales vanished. Replacing them was breathtaking vitiligo, the yellow eye becoming blue to accompany Dorian’s green one. Virgil laughed softly, face flushing at the beautiful man before him but still keeping his shy smile present.

“Now that that is settled, how about that walk, hmm?” Dorian grinned, and with Virgil’s agreeing nod, the two disaster gays from different times were off to traverse the city.

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Can I just say that the thought of the others calling Verge “angel” makes me want to cry from happiness

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