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Mugman/Cala Maria; tentacles
Mugman whined, biting down on his glove as he shivered in Cala Maria’s hold. She chuckled into his neck, pressing a kiss there. He could feel the tips of her tentacles rubbing and pressing against his opening, slicking him up. The little cup gasped and pressed his face into his hands, completely flushed blue as the tips began slipping inside him. One by one, deeper and deeper while he cried out and writhed, bucking up as they stretched him wider and wider. Mugman felt her hands take a hold of his hips, keeping him from writhing away and he yelled out as the tangle of tentacles pushed so deeply they made his stomach bulge, hitting a spot inside him that had his cock twitching and leaking against his stomach.
Cuphead/King Dice; daddy kink
Cuphead is sitting in his lap as he shuffles cards, presumably sorting poker chips but honestly he’s making more of a mess of everything. King Dice rolls his eyes and keeps putting the cards back into order, the quiet of the closed casino a calming atmosphere around them. Cuphead lets the chips fall to the table and flops back onto him, arching his back so the cup can pout up at him. “This is boring… I’m so bored daddy” And he isn’t expecting it, swallows loudly and goes bright purple, licks of heat slipping down from his stomach to between his thighs with a suddenness that has him gasping. Cuphead grins slyly and grinds down, rocking his ass down onto King Dice’s cock and he drops his cards, tugging Cuphead into a deep kiss while his hands start slipping into the cup’s shorts. He breaks the kiss, both of them panting as he rolls the cup’s little cock in his fingers. “Call me daddy again.”
Cuphead/King Dice; public fingering
“You’d better be quiet kid, the Devil’s busy making a deal over there.” Cuphead bit into his lip, trying to keep and sounds at bay, as he sat on King Dice’s lap at the craps table. Unknown to everyone present the little cup had his shorts tugged down to his ankles and the King’s hand between his thighs. His dripping cock pressed against his tummy as Dice’s thick fingers filled both his tight pussy and his tiny ass. He was trying so, so SO desperately not to squirm or rock, though he was sure his face must be flushed as all hell. And from Mugman’s concerned expression from where he was holding the huge contract for the Devil across the room, he must look a sorry sight. King Dice thrust the fingers deeper, stretching his tight holes and he had to disguise a moan as a strangled cough, one of his hands gripping onto the King’s trousers as the fingers slid in and out, the palm rolling across his cock and making him want to just arch his back and scream for the whole casino to hear.
King Dice/the Devil; public, humiliation, cock-cage, orgasm denial
King Dice swallowed, moving about the casino as gracefully as usual. Though anyone observing very closely might see the slight stiffness in his movements, the deliberate step after step. But luckily everyone was too absorbed in their own activities, for which the King was glad. As well as for the jazz band that was drowning out the quiet buzzing of the vibrator deep inside him. The King was just about to greet some new arrivals when the vibrations suddenly increased and he had to press a hand to the wall, legs feeling like jelly as the pleasure hit him like a wave. Not that his cock could get very hard, and it hurt a little bit, trapped in the little metal cock-cage. He managed a strained smile, waving the folks in and hoping that his flush and beading sweat could be taken as the heat of the casino. The vibrations slowed to a delightful slow buzz, leaving a warm tingle as the King went back to organize a slight mix-up of a drinks order by the waiters. Just as he took the glass the vibrator sped up and he bit back a yelp, spilling the beverage down his front. He felt his flush deepen and tried to wave it off with a deep laugh and a shrug. “Dice, come back to my office and make yerself look presentable!” The King turned to see the Devil leaning on the casino’s far pillar, grinning, his finger still pressed to the button of the remote in his clawed hand.
Cuphead/Mugmans (based on the multi-Mugman glitch); dirty talk, gangbang, overstimulation
Cuphead whimpered, shaking as the clones of his brother closed in on him. Mugman sat behind him, hands tugging up his shirt and mouth pressed to the side of his head. “Don’t worry Cup’, they just want ta play..” Cuphead tried to relax, but golly they all looked so happy and -hungry-to see him. And he had one more moment to think maybe that this wasn’t a good idea when they were upon him. He yelped as hands pressed and stroked from all sides, pulling at his clothes. His brother kissed the back of his head and whispered to him “Such a good boy for me..” His words had the cup blushing pink and then he cried out as someone suckled on his straw. Fingers pinched his nipples, mouths suckled along his skin, someone caught his cheek and he was coaxed into a deep and hungry kiss. Cuphead felt hands on his cock and jerked as mouths, goodness knows how many, began licking up and down the shaft. He was so overwhelmed and his brother, his real true brother, kept up a running commentary in his ear, letting him know exactly what was going to happen to him and how his body would be used.