AU Box

[lovesuwithknives]

Because I can't leave that Abstract Button alone, here's a bunch of AUs that roll about in my head that I figured I'd plop in here to see if anyone wants to bat them about.

Warnings apply for pretty much everything: smut, body horror, violence, nonconsensual science, cosmic horror, pregnancy, gender-switching, and probably more.


Wizarding AU
or
Harry Potter And The Contrived Fanfiction Plot

Is it Marauders-Era and you not only have to deal with them but this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? Or, even worse, is this during the books and you have to deal with all of that plus this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? This man looks like he just crawled out from under the floorboards of Voldemort's own goddamn house. He makes Snape look trustworthy. But boy does he know his stuff. And all kinds of other stuff. So what's Professor Azwel really about?


Cthulhu Mythos AU
or
The Call Of The Thing On The Living Room Floor Of The Witch-House Of The Terrible Old Man With The Silver Key To The Challenge From Beyond The Wall Of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Terrible things are afoot in New England in the 1920s. Fish-people and cultists and schlubs having horrible dreams are everywhere. Things are colours that don't exist. A squiggly symbol that scares the bejeezus out of you is scrawled on random surfaces. And what's that awful tekeli-li sound that rides the wind of an evening? What are those faceless flying creatures silhouetted against the moon? AND WHY IS AN EIGHT-FOOT-TALL BUG MAN THING CLAIMING HE'S RANDOLPH CARTER? Nobody knows except a strange mystic from Europe who calls himself only 'Azwel' and seems to know an awful lot about and awful lot of things. Things man (or woman or bug) was not meant to know! Do you follow him to the hilltops or into the cypress swamps or wherever else he says the horrible tomes direct him or do you do the smart thing and run screaming into the night, trailing As as you go?


Domestic Fluff
or
How I Married A Mad Alchemist

Ah, wedded bliss. Family life and home sweet home. Is there anything like it? Probably not. You are Mr. Or Mrs. Azwel. His first name is a secret he just might someday tell you. In the meantime, you now live in a big sprawling house with either three or seventeen cats (never any other number), a plethora of alchemical paraphernalia, and a husband whom you have to tempt out of the lab to eat. But he's wealthy. And he loves you more than anything. He just... has a very unconventional way of showing it.


Sex Slave
or
Fuggit, I'm Running Out Of Titles.

a Did you get bought from the sex slave market by this odd, mysterious nobleman who only goes by one name? How will this 'Lord Azwel' even treat you? Only one way to find out, as he's bringing you home to his mansion full of books and alchemy. Oh, my.

b You're looking for that special sex slave. Well, this fellow is certainly eye-catching, all big and manly, windswept and interesting. Watch out, though, the owner says he's a bit mad, too clever by three quarters, and was sold to him as punishment for some crime nobody will disclose.


Experiments? Oh My!
It can be any time, really, the aim is the same. This strange genius who calls himself only 'Azwel' has you locked up in his laboratory. He has a mission, you see, and that mission is to extract a very, very specific kind of energy from you. It can only be collected during orgasm. Oh, but he's terribly clever at getting people to that state....


Vampire AU
a Blaaaaaa! A mysterious alchemist who never goes out in the daytime has moved into that spooky castle. And at the same time there's tell of a mysterious fiend roaming the streets at night, ravishing nubile young maidens and... whatever the young gentleman equivalent may be... and draining their blood! Can anyone draw the obvious conclusion between these nocturnal shenanigans and that weird Count Azwel?

b You vampire, you! You've somehow gone and caught yourself a nosy alchemist who insists on being called only 'Azwel.' His fault for trying to investigate your castle/house/apartment/yurt/whatever, I suppose. Now what will you do with him? My, but he's a robust-looking fellow who'll certainly serve as a ready food supply....


Girl Genius AU
Explosions! Terrible mad science! Toothy monsters with cheesy accents! Giant switches actually labelled 'MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!' Gleeful destruction! Exclamation marks! Just what have you gotten yourself into walking into the midst of Mechanicsburg in a random era ruled by Azwel Heterodyne The Madder Than Usual?

Pet Person AU
a Who doesn't like a big fluffy kitty? A... really big, fluffy kitty. Even though he prefers to wear clothes, one can see just how fluffy Azwel is by his purple hair and beard, soft grey ears with purple tufts, and giant, fluffy purple and grey tail. Oh, but he'd make a lovely companion, if you can get him to stop chewing on you. His love is pointy, after all. His claws are so long they don't retract all the way, making him even pointier. But he's clever and just listen to that rumbling purr!

Oh, and one other thing. There's a very good chance he'll be in heat. And even if he's not, he's still very libidinous. Sorry about that.

b Are you the kind of pet person Azwel's looking for? He's after someone who can assist in his work and not push things off of shelves or knock things over with a wagging tail. A companion to curl up with on cold nights. A sexual partner. Is it you?

Sex Cult AU
There's a heady smoke in the air, a mist swirling grey-white under the full moon. A hypnotic drumbeat plays. Cloaked and hooded figures surround you, bear you along to the stone altar under the tall trees. They start a slow, circling dance and a low, sonorous chant slips into your hearing. At the altar stands another figure, clad in elabourate robes. He reaches up with beringed hands to remove his hood, revealing his face, long purple hair and beard surrounding pale features and a gaze that draws you in. He bids you step toward him. The ritual has begun.


As an added bonus, request Rule 63 of any of the above and hey, presto, Azwel was always a woman!


Got any other ideas? Feel free to throw them at me. ^.^

Comments

[seasoflight]

Felih is panting, shuddering and moaning as he feels the mage's hips still slamming against his own, ramming his cock so deep into him. It's something he can't resist. something that has him trembling, hips bucking to try and meet his thrusts, feeling how the girth of him can hit both of his sweet spots at once. His cock keeps throbbing and jerking as it curves over his belly, spurting pre, and he vaguely realizes that the table is creaking from the force of the man's hips against his- but the intensity makes it hard to think much about anything beyond the shaft being drilled into him.

His cheeks are burning, and he whines and turns his head away, shutting his eyes and trying to avoid direct eye contact or admitting how much he's enjoying this. "I-It doesn't matter... aaahn! Nngh- s-so long as I- haaahn- fill up those spheres of yours....!" But the way his inner walls keep clenching around his cock make it rather clear. His slick folds are a mess of his own arousal, with hints of Azwel's previous orgasm dripping out of him now and then, but he wants it deeper, harder. This rare treat... to just have someone slamming into him so deep like this, over and over, like some toy...

Twelve, he could never admit how much he enjoys it.

[lovesuwithknives]

He's doing a very good job of it, nearly filling this second one in one go. It glows brightly, little purple arcs dancing over it and around its housing.

All of this goes unnoticed by Azwel, as he has lost his words, lost his thoughts, lost all sense of anything other than himself and Felih. He pants and growls, sweat dripping, now, his spine curving even further, leaving him burying his face against Felih's shoulder. For an eternity of a moment his sight whites out and then his climax slams into him, pulling a loud cry from him. His hips buck incoherently and his cock pulses, pumping more seed into Felih, thick and hot and forceful, as strangled sounds escape him. He pants heavily, shivering, but doesn't stop. Oh, gods, no, it feels too good to stop....

[seasoflight]

The growls have Felih shivering, the constant rutting leaving him writhing in his bindings as he feels the mage plowing into him relentlessly, with even his orgasm not slowing him down in the slightest. He's squeezing tight enough to feel every last pulse and twitch of that cock inside him, and he feels more of that thick heat pumping into him, making him mewl and cry out as he clenches tighter. There's no pause, no break, the fucking still going and Felih's every last nerve being struck again and again.

He cries out and whimpers, already feeling himself close to bursting again, and the needy Miqo'te soon ends up screaming and arching as he's driven to another climax, slit clenching and squirting around Azwel, wetness dripping onto his balls, while Felih's barbed cock thickens and swells, barbs flaring wide as each visible jerk and twitch sends a pulse of thick white seed out onto his own torso. He cums with each thrust, each spurt being forced out of him by Azwel's pounding hips, until the orgasm is spent and he's left mewling and gasping desperately for breath.

It's so hard to think, in the throes of ecstasy. At this rate, Azwel might force him into a heat...

[lovesuwithknives]

If that happened it would probably end up killing him, but at least he would die happy.

But for now Azwel slows, then stops, panting, his chest heaving. It's going to take a small while before he can move. Or speak. Or remember where he is. Or who he is. Presently, however, he does stir, turning his head to look at Felih and giving a long, contented sigh. He reaches out a hand and brushes a lock of Felih's hair from his face.

He lifts his head to look at the array and the orb beneath it and smiles. "Well, you did succeed at that," he says softly.

[seasoflight]

The stop gives Felih a chance to breathe. He pants and shuts his eyes and just tries to fill his lungs with air, terribly exhausted, but blissful. He feels like a puddle of post-orgasmic pleasure, a dripping mess of his own seed, and likely Azwel's now too. The gentle brush of fingers over his face makes his eyes flutter open, and he follows Azwel's gaze to the orb, startled.

"Oh... it's already...?" he pants, looking at the bright thing, radiant with energy. Does that mean it's over? He almost feels disappointed. The pleasure, the endless stimulation... he could easily get lost in that.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel gives a soft amused sound. "That one is. I've got more, though." He shifts a little to get more comfortable, still lying on Felih, still inside him, though he is going soft for now.

"Mmmmmm, I think I'm going to miss you when I unlock these and you run away," he murmurs, softly kissing Felih's lips.

[seasoflight]

"...you're not using these- these stores of energy... for anything untoward, are you?" Felih asks after a moment, cheeks burning. While he doesn't reject the kiss, he is looking a little flustered, avoiding the mage's gaze- though he can't help the occasional squeeze of his body around the cock inside him, his body not wanting to let go so soon after it had found such a source of pleasure.

[lovesuwithknives]

The squeezing elicits a soft, pleasured hum from Azwel every time--it feels almost unfairly good. For the second time, now (and probably not the last) he wonders if he's taken on too much. Immediately after that, though, he wonders if that's necessarily a bad thing. Bested by his own test subject? It'd simply be a clear sign that he needs to hand over the keys to the machine to someone new.

Maybe it'd be his turn on the table.

The question pulls him back out of his imaginings. "'Untoward?'" he murmurs. "Well, I've never used it to kill anyone, if that's what you mean."

[seasoflight]

Felih huffs a little against Azwel's skin, before turning his head to nip at his neck.

"...I should hope so. You know, you truly shouldn't be kidnapping folk out of the blue for this..." he mutters, tail flicking irritably on the table. "...if you truly need the energy so badly as to require stealing them away- well. I could.. simply... volunteer," he murmurs, cheeks aflame as he tries very hard to avoid making eye contact. "...just quit preying on folk. You're getting a reputation."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel finds this amusing, but is too content to do much more than chuckle softly. "Oh, dear, have I? Maybe that's why finding people has become so difficult. Shall I put out an advertisement, then? 'Wanted, people willing to be fucked senseless to power an orgone extraction device?'" A beat. "Then again, that might work."

Then it catches up to him amidst all his words. "Oh-hoh? Volunteer, you say?"

[seasoflight]

Felih feels like he's dying of mortification.

"...well, if it keeps you from kidnapping folk...!" he insists, trying to justify himself, flustered and squirming a little on the table, stopping when the movement causes his mate's cock to stir inside him in the process. He whined, panting and shuddering at that brief moment of stimulation, before he mumbles.

"...I'm curious too, you know. The applications of this energy. It's a scholarly interest." While not a lie, it certainly wasn't the only reason- clearly, he enjoyed being fucked relentlessly, if he was willing to continue volunteering.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ahah, so that's why y--oh! Nnnnhhh...." He breaks off as that squirming definitely has an effect on him. Give him a moment, he has to collect himself.

He calms his breathing again, his gaze lidded, now, his smile a trifle heated. "Oh, I can't resist a lively mind," he murmurs, gently drawing his fingers down Felih's cheek. "Mmmmm, you might yet change my tactics."

[seasoflight]

Felih's cheeks are still burning from mortification, but he does get a small kick of satisfaction when his squirming makes the man above him completely lose his composure for a moment. He likes having that power, and after a moment, he clenches down around him again.

"Change your tactics, huh...?" he mumbles, curious still, and he nuzzles at the man. Clearly he's not too upset about being kidnapped, judging by his behavior, but he's still a little miffed and sulky.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Mmmhhhh..." It's certainly having an effect on Azwel. "Very possibly," he breathes, placing hot, slow kisses on Felih's neck, "especially if you keep that up." He's growing heated inside of Felih, already starting to swell.

The kind of power this fellow has over Azwel should be frightening. Or angering. But he falls into it, instead, as though, all this time, he'd unconsciously been looking for someone who could pull him along, instead of the other way around.

[seasoflight]

Felih's purring away again soon enough, feeling the man thickening and swelling inside him, that wonderful heat growing once more. He shivers at the kisses to his neck, and he pants and wiggles his hips, grinding down against the base of Azwel's cock.

Even though he's all tied up, he's relishing the way he can make the man above him lose some bits of control...

"Is that so.... I guess I'll just have to 'keep that up,' then," he murmurs, panting a little. "I'm hard to satisfy, you know..." Azwel could not have found a more perfect candidate for his machine.

[lovesuwithknives]

This is slowly starting to unravel Azwel, and a liquid heat washes through him. It brings a flush to his skin and a soft, low hum to this throat.

"Mmmmh, please do," he breathes, his voice little more than a quiet lustful moan, his words a little slurred. "I can't resist...."

There's no desperation this time. Instead, it's a sweet intoxication, waves of pleasure that drown his thoughts, pull his body into a slow rolling rhythm. At the mention of how hard it is to satisfy him, Azwel smiles before his lips move to Felih's for a slow kiss.

"Ah, but I think I'll enjoy trying," he murmurs before returning his lips to Felih's for languid, gentle, repeated kisses, pulling away more slowly every time. His hands move to either side of Felih's face as he does this.

A small tremor of that same desperation flickers in him but he drowns it in the slow movement of their bodies. Right now, oh, right now he wants to take his time with it, really savour this intoxicated feeling.

[seasoflight]

Felih purrs, his grin turning a little mischievous and feral as he flashes sharp teeth, wiggling his hips and squeezing tight around Azwel's cock, still trying to milk at him, harden him up. He shudders and pants, feeling the slow rolling beginning, starting the push and pull, the drag and rub of that thick cock along every sensitive nerve inside him.

He melts into that kiss, moaning as he feels his lover fucking him again, even nipping and nibbling playfully at Azwel's lower lip between kisses, though he keeps the kisses themselves languid and deep. Twelve, it's a sweet kind of agony to move so slowly, a simmering heat stirring up in him again with each thrust.

"Nngh... t-try your best. Mayhaps you'll get a good haul of those orbs before we're through..." he pants, soft words breathless against Azwel's lips. "Fill me up. I'm not satisfied with just this amount..." he teases, squeezing hard around his cock again as if encouraging him to just spill more seed inside him.

[lovesuwithknives]

A soft, breathy, amused sound results at that. Oh, he's certain he'll have rather a lot of them completely charged by the time they've had enough. Even that thought further stokes his own desire as the crystals and mirrors and lenses start to turn again, faster and faster.

"Oh... mmmmhhhh, not to worry, there's... plenty more...." Azwel murmurs. The little bites to his lips and that squeezing makes him moan and shiver delightedly every time. Ah, gods, he's good at this. So good....

"Mmmmh... you could easily... become addictive," he adds in a heated whisper, his hips rolling slow and hard, now. His lips roam wetly along Felih's jaw and neck again. "Might never... get enough...."

[seasoflight]

Felih's purring louder still, his tail wiggling and coiling around one of Azwel's thighs as the man keeps rolling into him. The pace is slow, but hard, and it makes Felih's hips lift slightly with each thrust, making him gasp and whimper, moaning shamelessly as his head falls back to the cushions, his neck open to being kissed and marked.

"A-Ahnn... t-that's fine. I'm known to be a bit addictive," he pants and teases, hips twitching and jerking to try and meet the man's thrusts, walls clenching tight around him with each thrust, determined not to let him go. "I want to see how much I can get out of you..." he purrs, eyes half-lidded as he squirms and moans.

[lovesuwithknives]

Ordinarily Azwel would have a mental image with a statement like that--a string of desperate people following after Felih, just begging to touch him. But his thoughts are gone once again, so no such thing comes to mind. He's drowning in sensation even faster this time, and it's thrilling. He still moves slowly, still plunges deep into Felih with every rolling thrust, but his spine shivers and he quickly becomes incoherent with pleasure. One hand grasps the cushions again.

He can't even comment on Felih's intention to squeeze as much as he can out of him, but the words roll about in his mind, patiently waiting for something to connect to. They'll be waiting for a while, because Azwel's thoughts are well and truly scattered, just the way he likes them. All he can do is moan an almost obscene moan against Felih's neck, near his ear, before shifting a bit and capturing his lips again in a series of urgent kisses.

He's going to lose his mind to all this pleasure and he doesn't care. He wants it. He wants to be utterly subsumed in this feeling.

[seasoflight]

Felih shudders with each slow, deep, hard thrust, feeling the thick shaft rutting against every sensitive inch of him inside, a deep pleasure he hasn't enjoyed in quite a while. Azwel's so thick, filling and stretching him wide, making him mewl and moan with each movement, walls fluttering and squeezing around him in his half-focused attempts to milk him. It's hard to think when he's getting fucked like this, but he can remember to clench most of the time for him, to squeeze and milk him.

The kisses are met with breathless fervor, moaning into them, his hips trying to roll despite his restraints hindering his movements. He's going to cum again, he's sure of it- but it hits him before he expects it, leaving him breathless as he squeaks and trembles, shaking as he clenches even harder and spasms around him, squirting down onto the balls he feels slapping against his skin, while his barbed cock jerks and spurts even more streaks of thick, hot seed all over his painted torso. His toes curl and his claws reflexively expose themselves in the process, entire body arching and shaking.

Twelve, he could get used to sessions like this...

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel gasps as Felih squeezes hard around him, then gives a breathy cry--it feels too good.... He moves faster, now, completely incoherent, small choked sounds in his throat. He should be terrified at how his mind is spiralling out of control, how this surely can only end in a precipitate tumble into madness, but he's exhilarated. He wants this madness. He needs it and it lurks right there, swirling temptingly in the climax that barrels toward him... or maybe he's speeding toward it.

Closer... closer.... When it hits him, shattering his conscious mind into countless pieces, he gives a strangled scream, bucking and convulsing, his teeth scraping against Felih's shoulder and leaving red marks but not quite breaking the skin.

It's going to take him a few moments to come down from this high, as he slows to a stop for now, panting for breath.

The machinery rattles to a stop, but he's too blissed out to notice.

[seasoflight]

Felih's mind is blank until he starts coming down from his high. Gods, how many times has this man fucked him to orgasm, now? When was the last time someone satisfied him like this? He's purring loudly without even realizing it, blissful and melting against the cushioned table, body still twitching and spasming about his mate's cock. He can't help it, clenching when he feels more heat pumping into him, and he whimpers from the aftershocks of ecstasy even as he's gasping for breath.

He's a debauched mess on the table, trembling and shaking, eyes still shut as he just tries to recover.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel had filled him rather copiously again, and that's probably part of why he's so limp, now. He lies on top of Felih for a few moments, panting. When he finally stirs and looks up past Felih and to the machine he pauses, blinking. Then he starts laughing.

"I think we've broken it...." he giggles loopily.

[seasoflight]

"Gods..." Felih groans, eyes shut as he pants and trembles, feeling the immense heat inside him, all the seed Azwel has pumped into him over and over again. He feels like there's a small flood of it in him now, thick heat stimulating him from the inside, and he's quivering and unable to stop the way his body twitches around the cock inside him.

"Nn...?" he manages to turn his head to look at the machine when Azwel starts his giggling, and his eyes widen slightly as it slowly clicks in his head what has happened. "Wha- why are you so thrilled about this-? W-Wasn't that something invaluable?" he pants, startled by his lover's reaction.