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[stcnecoldd]

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[minniesmutt]

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     Power outages during winter were terrible. Especially when you didn't have a backup generator. Y/n wandered through her apartment wrapped in a blanket and using her phone flashlight to see where she was going. She had zero clue what happened, just woke up in the middle of the night with no heat or power. All her systems were completely shut off. She thought maybe someone hit a power line or something froze over. She didn't know. She just wanted to be warm. 

     She’d only gotten out of bed to double-check if anything was on and found nothing. Now she was trying to find all the blankets in her home to keep her warm for the night. Even if she got too warm, she could just kick them off later. 

     Y/n grabbed her last throw blanket off her couch and trotted back to her room. She threw it on top of her bed, crawled under her blanket pile, and wrapped herself in a warm multi-blanket burrito. Laying there she never realized just how much noise was actually in her apartment. It was so quiet that she could hear a pin drop. 

     So it didn’t go unnoticed by her ears the small slithering noise on her flooring. Anxiety was building quickly in her chest. She had an internal conflict to look around for the source or crawl under her blanket nest to hide from whatever or whoever was in the apartment with her. Then she felt the weight of her blankets slowly lifting.

     Fight or flight kicked in and wound up just throwing all the blankets off and scanning her room. Nothing.

     Nothing in her room. On the floor. Door closed. Windows shut. No one but her was in the room. She thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

     Until something wrapped around her mouth and neck and pulled her back onto the mattress. Y/n grabbed at whoever it was. One felt like a human hand. She could feel the veins protruding from under the skin from the hand wrapped around her neck. The thing covering her mouth was more slimy. Consistently, but slowly, moving around her mouth. 

     “Stop squirming,” A voice finally came as there was a weight on her squirming legs.

     Y/n focused on the voice. Only having the moonlight to give her any light to see and her eyes adjusting to the dark. Tall and human, except for the multiple tentacles. She couldn't tell how many, maybe five? Or more? She couldn't tell. 

     He gently released her neck from his grip. Tentacle releasing her mouth. Slowly unraveling itself and dropping to her neck.

     His eyes scanned over her as she did the same. He had better eyesight than her in the dark. He could see every bit of her under her oversized t-shirt. Originally found himself inside her apartment for warmth from the winter but it all seemed to fail when the power cut out and she took all the blankets. But he'd seen her wandering her apartment and became curious. He was curious about humans like anyone else from his species was. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some questions answered  

     “You humans are so greedy, you know that?” the alien asked

     “Fuck you,” Y/n spat 

     The tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck. Y/n grabbed the slippery appendage. She tried to pull it away before another grabbed her wrist and wrapped it around them. Pinning them above her head. Y/n accidentally let out a small moan.

     The alien looked at her and Y/n felt a wave of embarrassment fill her body. “This turns you on? Getting choked and manhandled by aliens tentacles?”

     The tentacle around her neck prevented her from talking. But she barely managed to shake her head even though she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Trying to squirm out from under him. 

     He let her get her legs out from under him. She went to kick him but he quicker reflexes and grabbed her ankles with two more tentacles. Spread out in front of an alien while being restrained by his tentacles was not how she expected to spend her cold night. He smiled down at her as one tentacle moved under her shirt. 

     She tried rolling away from him but she was stuck. Her shirt was pushed up more by the tentacle. The tip came out from the collar of her shirt before ripping it open from the collar down. Exposing her chest to the chill in the air of her apart. Nipples perked up in the cold as the tentacle moved back up to her chest.

     She felt another between her legs, running up and down over her pajama pants. Catching the seam of the pants and tore them open to reveal her soaked panties to him. “You are getting off on this,” the alien chuckled as he eyed the wet patch. “Soaked like a slut, huh?”

     Reaching a hand out to rub the fabric with his thumb. Y/n let out a moan as his thumb caught her clit. He smiled before moving the tentacles to strip her completely. Now having her completely exposed to him.

     “Please…” Y/n whined as his eyes glazed over her body.

     “Begging to get fucked now?” the alien smiled as he dipped two fingers into her. 

     “No, let me go,” She pulled against the tentacle

     The alien chuckled at her feeble attempts to get out of his grasp. He moved the tentacle around her neck up. Just the tip really, waiting for her next protest which easily came. Her spitting out a “fuck you,” at him but he cut her off by pushing the appendage into her mouth. Protest turned into a gagged moan as he hit the back of her throat. 

     “So much better,” the alien chuckled as he pressed his fingers up into her warm walls. Making the coldness from his fingers melt away inside her. He was listening to her muffled moans around the appendage in her throat. 

     Slowly he moved the tentacle in and out of her mouth as he pushed a third finger into her. “Freezing in here but nice and warm inside.” the alien smiled as he quickly thrusted his finger into her. Listening to the squelching sound her pussy was making. 

     Y/n whined in protest just for the tentacle to move further down her throat. She did what she to stop it but wound up swallowing more of it. 

     “Like having a tentacle shoved down your throat like a cock?” The alien chuckled, pressing his thumb against her clit, “bet no humans reached that far down before.”

     Y/n whined as tears fell from her lash line. The tentacle retracted from her throat. Taking the chance to gasp and cough for air. “Please,” Y/n coughed. 

     the alien watched her continue to struggle against him. He got an idea, pulled his fingers out of her, and let her go from the tentacles. Y/n rolled over in her coughing fit.

     It took her a moment to realize he had let her go and flight took over this time. She booked it out of her bedroom and ran out to her living room. Not caring she was nude and semi-covered in slime. She had tunnel vision to get away from the alien.

     She had underestimated the reach of the tentacles.

     Two wrapping around her legs and two more grabbing her arms, one more covering her mouth. Y/n yelled into the appendage and tried pulling away from the others. Not hearing footsteps behind her. The appendages turned her around as the alien came out from the hallway way, pulling his sweatpants down and kicking them to the side. Having ditched his shirt back in her bedroom. Y/n watched as he got closer and pulled down his boxers.

     “Let’s see if you can keep these warm,” The alien smiled as his hand wrapped around his cock and the four tentacles holding her in the air and moving her legs to be spread open for him again.

     The alien watched her hole clench in anticipation, smiling and tapping his cock against her clit and releasing it from his grip. Y/n glanced down as the cock grew in size and moved on its own like another tentacle. Her chest rose rapidly as she felt hot for the first time all night. Another smaller and thinner tentacle latched itself onto her touch-starved clit. Y/n moaned as the little tentacle sucked on her clit while his tentacle dick breached her hole, making her moan turn to a scream. The cock thrusted roughly inside of her, hips barely moving. 

     Rather the tentacles around her body moved her up and down, meeting the thrusts of his cock. Y/n could feel his cock pushing against her cervix. Moaning into the tentacle around her mouth, making the alien smile.

     “Enjoying this, aren’t you? Not even trying to get away anymore.” He smiled as two more tentacles came out and wrapped around her breasts, latching on and toying with her nipples.

     Y/n whined as her walls contracted around him. Starting to shake from the stimulation. The alien could feel it too for sure. Thrusting in harder and faster into her until she came hard around him. Body squirming in the grasps of his tentacles as he kept fucking her through her high put slowed down a bit. The smaller tentacle pulled away from her clit.

     She felt so high and odd. His cock filled her up fully. Brain fuzzy as she started coming down but he didn’t seem to want to give her a chance to do that.

     Suddenly feeling something poking her cervix. Slowly making its way inside her womb, she screamed protests. “Thought you were the only one cumming tonight?” He chuckled as the tentacle wrapped around her clit again.

     He moved the tentacle from her mouth as her words become pants as his cock thrusted in and out of her womb. “Too much. Please…”

     “But you’re doing so good? Gonna be my little incubator in a second,” He smiled

     “Nononono, please. I don’t—” The tentacle was back over her in a second and cut off her sentence.

     “There we go. Just be quiet and take them.” He chuckled before she felt something passing through his cock and settling into her womb. Warmth filled her up as her mind started going blank. Anything she wanted to say or do stopped. “There you go. Taking it like a good whore. Just for me to breed now.” She saw his smile before his eyes closed on her.

     She woke up hours later in the comfort of her bed and clothed once again. Arm wrapped around her and her heater worked again. “Min…” Her voice was hoarse 

     “I’m right here kitten,” her boyfriend answered from behind her and gently helped her roll over, “How are you feeling?”

     “Sleepy…”

     “Because you woke me up at three in the morning asking if I could impromptu do the little scene we talked about.” Minho teased as he kissed the top of her head.

     “But it was so good,” Y/n complained, limps feeling like jello still.

     “Not too rough with the tentacles this time?” Minho asked

     “No. Liked getting fucked while suspended by them. Did you actually put eggs in me?”

     “No. Just condensed by cum to make it feel like one.”

     “You can do that?!”

     “You’re going to lose your voice kitten.” Minho checked the time on his phone, “Yes, I can do that. How about I make you a cup of tea for your throat? I already cleaned the slime off you and the ground after you passed out.”

     “Thank you and yes, please. Can we just stay in bed today?”

     “Of course.” Minho pecked her lips before getting up and making both of them some tea before coming back to the room and helping her drink it.

     “Can we do it again?”

     “Later. And more thought out than you slapping my chest and begging.”

     “I had a dream and you like it when I beg.”

     “I do.” Minho smiled as she cuddled up into him.

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[cruising-thru-the-starz]

F/O-vember promo !!! <3

hey uhhhhh i need to go for a bit!! can yall look after these lil guys for me and entertain them while im gone ty :3

edit: i forgot to put crowberry uh. its hiding in there somewhere im sure ^^"

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Current asks in inbox: 3

Current ask game (may not answer for 7 and 10)

Hi! I'm participating in F/Ovember (hosted by @cherry-bomb-ships) again this year! This time, though, I'll be doing specifically my cookie f/os that are nonromantic ^^

From now on, these guys are gonna be running the account almost completely on their own! Feel free to ask them anything during their stay <3 I'll do my best to send an ask back to anyone who sends one first !!

Full list of cookie F/Os are under the cut !!

Familials:

-⚙️⏳ Timekeeper Cookie (mother figure)

-✒️📋 Baguette Cookie (mother)

-🪷🪕 Lotus Dragon Cookie (parent)

-🪸💦 Pond Dino Cookie (little sibling)

-📖🫐 Blueberry Pie Cookie (mother figure)

-⛓️📌 Almond Cookie (father)

-💎🕰️ Roguefort Cookie (parent figure, rival)

-🎨💛 Butter Pretzel Cookie (aunt)

-🐦‍⬛🪙 Crowberry Cookie (parent figure)

Platonics:

-🪨🔨 Schneeball Cookie

-☕📎 Coffee Candy Cookie

-🔧⌛Croissant Cookie

-🍞♻ Marble Bread Cookie

-🚂❄ Stollen Cookie

-🎄🎁 Strawberry Cream Cookie

[stcnecoldd]

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

#        ask game          ──────               O comentário atraiu seu olhar para o próprio reflexo parado diante dela no espelho, colocando um sorriso tolo em seus lábios. Aquela não era uma reação ao que observava em sua imagem, mas na preciosidade que lhe cobria o corpo, uma peça que representava não somente o momento especial que haviam acabado de viver, mas também a pessoa responsável por tornar seus dias mais leves e coloridos. ── Você acha? ── Olhou para Kerim pelo reflexo, arqueando uma das sobrancelhas. Até o momento, não havia passado por sua cabeça manter a camisa no próprio guarda-roupa, mas a ideia subitamente lhe parecia irresistível. ── Ótimo! Vou adorar ter seu perfume como lembrança me acompanhando durante o dia. ── Selava o destino da peça, girando sobre os pés para voltar-se na direção de outrem, lançando a ele uma piscadela.

[stcnecoldd]

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

#        ask game  / headcanon         ──────               Durante a infância, Aurora era uma pessoa completamente diferente da semideusa que vemos vagando pelo acampamento hoje em dia. Sua natureza sempre foi extremamente amável e calorosa, um reflexo do relacionamento próximo que mantinha com o pai, que dedicou sua vida a fazer com que ela se sentisse amada todos os dias. A palavra "amor" também era mais recorrente em seu vocabulário, proferida sem ressalva alguma, quando proveniente de algum lugar genuíno em seu âmago. Abraços sempre foram sua demonstração de carinho favorita, pois tem um apreço especial pelo sentimento de conforto e segurança que o gesto desperta. Mas por interpretá-lo dessa forma, também o identifica como um gesto extremamente íntimo, e agora é reservado apenas para pessoas muito próximas.

[stcnecoldd]

💫 a late night text. @mcdameb

[ message to brooklyn ] : eu sei que estamos no meio de um pandemônio [ message to brooklyn ] : mas poderia me contar sobre as merdas que você fez bêbado durante a festa? [ message to brooklyn ] : não é o melhor momento [ message to brooklyn ] : mas também preciso me distrair um pouco e esquecer a estadia daquele moleque estranho aqui no acampamento

[stcnecoldd]

[text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again? ( nika )

[ 📲 sms: ] perdeu o anúncio oficial? [ 📲 sms: ] agora os dormitórios dos campistas serão deslocados para os leitos da enfermaria [ 📲 sms: ] vai facilitar o processo agora que nos machucarmos e morrermos virou algo rotineiro

[stcnecoldd]

❛ rough day today? ❜

#        ask game          ──────               A pergunta provocou em Aurora uma risada curta e inevitável, por razões óbvias. As duas tinham o hábito de se encontrar exclusivamente para confabular sobre a vida e reclamar das dificuldades, então não era raro que notassem o cansaço ou a frustração estampados nos rostos uma da outra, e bem sabiam as causas destes sentimentos. ── More like a rough life. ── O sarcasmo na resposta era sutil, mas o suspiro que escapou de seus lábios carregava um peso evidente. ── Mas nada que você ou os outros campistas desconheçam. ── Completou, reconhecendo que, assim como ela, todos ali eram vítimas das circunstâncias e dos desafios que acompanhavam a vida de um semideus.

[stcnecoldd]

❛Can you ever just agree?❜ (@kitdeferramentas)

#        ask game          ──────               As evidentes provocações do rapaz não passavam batido, tampouco falhavam em fazê-la sorrir, embora o gesto permanecesse sutil, quase imperceptível. Com persistência e um carisma cativante, Kit havia conquistado seu afeto, mas isso não o tornava imune a suas réplicas afiadas. ── Claro que sim. ── O concedeu a resposta óbvia. Seria um equívoco pensar que Aurora não assumia seus erros ou que era inflexível perante opiniões diferentes a sua. ── Basta me apresentar um argumento ou raciocínio forte o suficiente. ── Sua exigência era clara e direta, mas nem sempre atendida.

[stcnecoldd]

[ 📲 sms: ]  i can't sleep. i blame you.

[ 📲 sms: ] a porta do meu dormitório tá destrancada [ 📲 sms: ] podemos não dormir juntos [ 📲 sms: ] 😉

[stcnecoldd]

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one?

#        ask game  / headcanon         ──────               Desde que chegou ao acampamento, ela nunca mais sonhou em seguir nenhuma profissão específica, mas quando era jovem tinha como objetivo acompanhar os passos do pai e se tornar uma pesquisadora, pois sempre se sentiu atraída pelo dinamismo do ofício e sabe apreciar boas aventuras. Não ter uma rotina monótona e estar em movimento é algo que lhe agrada bastante. Por conta disso, hoje em dia, caso tenha a sorte de sair do acampamento no futuro, procuraria ter uma profissão que apresentem metodologias como estas.

[stcnecoldd]

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

#        ask game  / headcanon         ──────               A facilidade com que adormece depende do seu nível de cansaço e conturbação mental. Muitas vezes seu corpo está exausto, mas a mente se recusa a desligar, e a inversão também é uma realidade que Aurora enfrenta. O sono dela é extremamente leve, qualquer som ou movimentação externa a desperta, um resultado de seu estado de alerta constante. Cochilos não são uma opção, pois a deixam mais cansada e dificilmente surge uma janela em seu cronograma de obrigações para deitar durante o dia, uma possibilidade que nunca foi considerada, pois é bastante agitada e não gosta de desperdiçar seu tempo dormindo. Dormir o suficiente para recarregar a energia já basta. Ela raramente sonha ou tem pesadelos, mas a insônia é comum, principalmente quando os problemas lhe tiram o sono.

[stcnecoldd]

what does your muse's bedroom look like? is it cluttered or clean? do they use the overhead lighting, or use lamps and other things to provide a better ambience? do they make their bed every morning or leave it unmade?

#        ask game  / headcanon         ──────               Seu quarto é um verdadeiro santuário imaculado, com uma decoração clara e monocromática, e a temperatura ambiente mais baixa do que o aceitável. Tudo sempre está organizado e em seu devido lugar, mesmo quando a rotina de Aurora está mais agitada que o normal. Seus olhos são extremamente sensíveis à luz, por isso ela mantém apenas um abajur sobre sua mesa de cabeceira para usar durante as leituras noturnas, mas permanece apagado durante o restante da noite. Por conta disso, costuma até dormir com uma máscara lhe protegendo os olhos e garantindo uma noite melhor de sono. Arrumar a cama é a primeira coisa que ela faz ao despertar, pois dá a sensação de que tudo está em controle, pelo menos dentro do ambiente íntimo.

[stcnecoldd]

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

#        ask game  / headcanon         ──────               Em sua essência, Aurora nunca apreciou ou foi adepta a mentiras, pois foi criada em um lar onde a honestidade era incentivada e até recompensada. Parte dessa sinceridade crua permanece viva nela até hoje, muitas vezes causando má impressão em quem não está habituado com sua postura de franqueza excessiva. Ela pode até medir as palavras para não magoar ou assustar alguém, pois conta com o mínimo de bom senso ao lidar com as pessoas, mas tampouco irá disseminar mentiras apenas para confortar quem está aflito. Nessa ocasiões, costuma optar pela omissão.

Foi após receber a maldição de Quione que a mentira se introduziu de maneira mais ativa em sua vida, intensificando o sentimento de afastamento causado pela morte de seu pai. Sem saber como expressar as próprias emoções relacionadas a ambos os episódios, encontrou na mentira uma maneira de moldar a realidade a seu favor e ocultar tudo aquilo que nunca teve a intenção de compartilhar com outras pessoas. Apenas nesses casos raros, onde sente o ímpeto de se proteger, que a mentira torna-se um recurso viável para ela.

[stcnecoldd]

jack-o-lantern— do you get scared easily? why or why not?

#        ask game  / headcanon       ──────               Depende. Aurora não costuma se assustar facilmente de uma maneira geral, porque se tornou uma pessoa calejada depois de todas as duras experiências que enfrentou desde o momento que descobriu sua herança divina. Ela sempre se mostra bastante destemida em suas missões e batalhas, sem medo de colocar sua segurança ou vida em risco, arriscando-se para alcançar seus objetivos e proteger outros semideuses. Em contrapartida, teme qualquer coisa relacionada a sentimentos profundos, principalmente o amor, pois tem muito receio de ter que lidar com a perda de alguém querido novamente. Ao mesmo tempo que não apresenta medo algum de se machucar fisicamente, tende a proteger o coração de qualquer interferência externa e mantém o mantém guardado entre suas indestrutíveis barreiras. Ou guardava.

[stcnecoldd]

"don’t go. please."

#       ask game          ──────               O pedido inesperado a deixava estremecida, sem saber exatamente como reagir. Desde o início daquela amizade, apenas recentemente começava a ver, cada vez com mais frequência, demonstrações de vulnerabilidade por parte de Kerim. Com isso, seu apreço, respeito e cuidado por ele cresciam a cada dia. Sentia-se honrada por ser merecedora de sua confiança, embora não conseguisse identificar exatamente qual passada certa havia a levado a conquistar tal privilégio, e não subestimaria a importância da confiança depositada nela. A incerteza em seu semblante se suavizou, transformando-se em uma expressão cálida, com um sorriso discreto surgindo em seus lábios enquanto o olhar buscava pelo dele. ── Eu não pretendo ir a lugar algum. ── Respondeu com firmeza. Permaneceria ao lado do rapaz, não apenas por se recusar a abandoná-lo durante um momento de debilidade, mas também por desejar estar em sua presença. ── Se precisar de ajuda com os curativos, basta falar. Mas podemos apenas ficar aqui por mais um tempo. ── O silêncio jamais se mostrava incômodo em sua companhia.