#and I wanted to stray away from the tentacles on the back just like any fan negati maestro

[artscheese]

My concept of negati balan,,,, I wanted him to have wings~

[kaciidubs]

Experiment 0915 | Spooktober 2023

❣ Summary: Experiment 0915, the boy with the galaxy on his face - he would make a perfect host, wouldn't he? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.9k ❣ Warnings: Dubcon Roleplay, Sub! Felix, smut, oviposition, sex toys [tentacle mention], bondage, dacryphilia, open ended ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Felix is referred to as Lix[ie], Patient, Subject, mind the tags - read at your own risk ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

Heavy.

His body felt so heavy.

Was he truly so exhausted from practice yesterday that his body decided to give out on him? Was this it for him?

“Patient 0915 seems to be handling the sedative well… He should be waking soon.”

Sedative?

Patient?

The heaviness quickly morphed into a deep haze, his senses seeming to turn back on one at a time; his ears tuning into the faint sound of repetitive beeping, and his nose picking up on the warm scent of vanilla.

But his hands- his wrists felt… was there something silky against his skin?

Felix tried moving his arms but felt a slight tug against his wrists that merely confirmed his suspicions; he was tied up in his bed with no possible way of getting free.

“Oh? Seems like someone’s finally awake.”

Forcing his eyes open, he blinked away the bleariness to focus on a face - well, part of a face, as everything from your nose down was hidden behind a mask. All that he could garner from a quick once over was the simple set of lingerie you wore; black with faint, shimmering accents of stars threaded into the lace - he tried his best not to lose himself in the way the straps hugged into your curves.

“Welcome back to the world of the conscious, Lixie.”

“Who-” He winced at the croak of his voice, swallowing thickly, “Who are you? What is this?”

“That’s not something you need to know, little star, but,” walking beside the bed, illuminated by the warm light of the nightstand’s lamp, you danced your fingers along an array of toys laid out and begging to be put to use, “I promise you, this’ll be a night you won’t forget.”

It started with a pair of nipple clamps; pink rubber tipped and connected with a chain that laid in a chilling line across his chest - he had tried his best to arch away from your sinful touch, but the inability to physically turn away rendered him defenseless.

“P-Please,” the small whimper was accompanied by a sharp inhale, shocks of pleasure shooting through his perked nipples, “w-what do you want from me? Why are you doing this?”

An intrigued hum floated past your lips as you inspected the clasps, gently tugging at the clamp around his left nipple and earning a shivering moan from the man tied to the bed. 

“Interesting.”

His body tried in vain to curve away from your fingers walking the short distance of his pecs to meet the opposite pink bud, moaning louder when you tugged the second clamp.

He was ashamed of the way his dick twitched against his hip, he hated how his body craved more of your feather light touch - your scent seeming to cloud his head and block his mind from making any rational decisions.

“You’re sensitive with these… That’s cute.” Drawing back from his chest, you reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a small clear bottle; popping the cap open before pouring the liquid into your palm.

“‘M not cute- A-Ah!”

The liquid was cold against his dick, but with the heat of your palm quickly making up for the initial shock, he found himself succumbing to the lazy grip you held his cock in.

“I’ve barely done anything to you, but you’re already twitching,” you mused, amazement laced throughout your tone as you glided your hand up and down his length, “you truly are special.”

His eyes rolled, moans floating shamelessly past his lips with each pass of the curve of your finger and thumb past his flared tip, hips bucking in hopes of seeking out more of your twisted pleasure against his own better judgment.

Just as he thought he had found a decent rhythm, your touch left him and the reality of his situation spilled over him like a bucket of ice cold water, shocking his senses and jumpstarting his brain through the haze of arousal.

“C-Can you just untie me? I promise, I won’t do anything - I swear, I-I’ll be good!”

Not even batting an eye at his pleas, you traced your index finger down the taut skin of his balls and past his taint, smirking at the way his hips bucked and jumped, though he was unable to jerk his legs shut due to the ropes that bound his ankles to the foot of the bed - something he was quick to discover just before your assault on his chest.

“If you’re going to be a host,” your finger ventured lower until it grazed the puckered hole of his ass, applying pressure to the tight, fluttering ring, “then we need to make sure you’re ready.”

Ready? Surely you didn’t mean…

“W-Wait, please, what are you-”

His breath caught in his throat as your index slid into the tight ring, the glide of the lube making it all too easy for your finger to wiggle around and slowly stretch him open.

“N-ah- No, s-stop!” He cursed the break in his voice, further adding to the lack of insistence in his demand as his body shook against the bed - the arousal flowing through his veins feeling more like lava burning him from the inside out, laden with burning shame.

It wasn’t long until he felt another finger nudging at his hole, and soon you were steadily fucking him open with three fingers, your thumb pressed against his taint while your free hand caressed his thigh.

“See?” You cooed softly, your observant gaze taking in the flutter of his eyes as whimpered moans floated past his lips, “It isn’t so bad when you submit, now is it?”

His dick twitched at the condescension in your tone, though any form of denial was nonexistent on his tongue as he hiccuped out a hum, “Y-Yes!”

“Good boy, all you needed was a little convincing, hm?” Dancing your fingers up his thigh, you traced your nail along a vein running along the length of his dick, smirking at the way it jumped at the sensation, “I suppose all of our subjects can’t be treated the same.”

He didn’t know what you meant, he didn’t understand why this was happening, but every curl of your fingers and the sickeningly calmness of your voice lured him deeper and deeper into a false sense of security.

However, that security was broken the instant he felt your touch pulling away from him - pulling out of him - and he found himself bucking against the bed.

“No! W-Why- Please-”

“Easy, Lixie, I’m not going anywhere.”

Despite your reassurance, he could still see you sliding off of the bed and reaching for something he could only describe as an awkwardly shaped dildo - colorful and thick, bigger than his usual toys due to the curved stature.

You stroked the dildo with a small smile, though the glint in your eyes had him swallowing thickly, “We’re moving onto the next stage.”

It was a tentacle - curved and stout and a glistening blue and purple from the copious amount of lube you slathered it in; though, the part that had his bound hands clenching was the ominous opening where a pointed tip should’ve been.

“Even though I stretched you out as best as I could, this could be a bit of a challenge,” you murmured nonchalantly, dragging the curved tip between his slicked up ass cheeks before a smug smirk curled your lips, “but I’m sure it’ll be easy for you - you are the perfect subject, after all.”

He didn’t have the chance to reply, he barely had the chance to take a breath before the rubbery head was pressing against his puckered hole, pushing and pushing until the first inch of the textured notch seated within him.

A shivering moan left Felix’s lips, the sensation of the ribbed shaft bringing goosebumps to his skin as bump after bump entered his ass slowly yet steadily until the thickened base rested against his hole.

“I-It’s so- F-Fuck, so big!”

A low chuckle escaped you as you slowly tugged on the toy’s base, stimulating him ever so slightly, “This is big? Cute - when the real deal comes, I only hope your reaction then will be just as adorable.”

 The real deal.

Your words bounced around his lust fogged mind, not a single brain cell coming forward to try and put meaning to the insinuation - how could his brain even try to wrap itself around his current reality when he was being split open in the best-worst way possible?

Then, the first drag came, and the increasing slope of each notch leaving him had his back arching; the puddle of precum growing as it seemed to flow endlessly from his barely acknowledged cock.

“A-Ah!”

Leaving half of the toy within him, you thrusted the missing inches back in, setting an unforgiving pace that soon had the room filled with lewd squelching and desperate moans.

Whatever remaining willpower he held was subsequently fucked out of him, his body pliant and wholly submissive to the way the multiple ridges of the toy rubbed against his prostate - he was defenseless, free to be used by your hand, and he… He loved it.

“Maybe I should record your next session, Lixie,” you purred, licking your lips as hungry eyes met his tear filled ones, “your blissed out face is something all of our future test subjects should see.”

He nodded frantically - record him, show him off, anything if it meant he could feel like this again, he needed you to make him feel like this again, and again, and again.

“Ready for the final step?”

Your questions were rhetorical, his response was never a factor for your hypotheses, only his reaction to the aftermath - and this final reaction was what would make, or break, your experiment.

Felix’s thighs shook as you pushed the toy to its hilt once again - however, this time something was different.

“What’s-”

He cut himself off with a moan, the sound increasing in volume as he felt his hole stretch ever so slightly, the toy seemingly growing as if something was moving through it.

“What’s h-happening?! What are you-”

The stretch happened a second time and a tear ran down the side of his face - fear and pleasure mixing into something molten hot and stirring in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in the air to the rhythm of his racing pulse.

“Just one more, come on, Lix - one more egg, just for me.”

Of course, you were already a step ahead of him, working the third egg into the depositor hole through the center of the toy and, subsequently, into him.

The second the widest part of the final egg entered him, he felt his body jolt - his cherry lips parting, though whatever sound came out was behind blocked ears as his orgasm took him by storm.

Ropes of cum painted his stomach in uneven lines, mixing with his precum and further matting the fine, untrimmed hair on his pelvis until all that remained were the pearl-bead remnants dribbling down his flared tip and shaft.

He blinked hard, the heavy sound of his own breathing slowly registering back into his ears, and when he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, he caught a delighted hum falling from your lips.

“It seems our precious patient has given us some promising results…”

He choked on a gasp as he felt the toy slowly leave him, leaving the small eggs behind in the process, keeping his ass plugged and full.

“Let’s move on to phase two, shall we, Patient 0915?”

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❀ LOVE, OR THE LACK THEREOF (5)

. . . a kabru x gender neutral reader story

# CHAPTER 5 : Someone He Loved Once

# genre : multiple parts. breakup angst. reader can't move on for the life of them.

# notes : a beefier chapter than last time to apologize for the long wait!!!! happy 20k words to lotlt ♡ ( 6025 words )

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It's impossible to pick yourself back up when everything good about your life revolved around him.

was it unhealthy? yes

but you can't help it.

TO SAY THAT THE JOURNEY WAS BORING WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT— it was uneventful, dare you even say completely and utterly mundane. The never-ending corridors of plain, jagged, gray stone walls surround you as the scenery remains unchanging despite the hundreds of miles you have trudged on.

It has come to the point that your mind has coiled in on itself, where the even the smallest sights of slightly damp walls— or quite even the appearance of moss on the walls was enough to keep you entertained. Any slight change in the rigid texture and cracks in the walls were enough to bring you slight joy. You have begun to stray a good distance away from the rest of the party, taking your time running your fingers on the walls.

Mostly because you didn’t want to be hit in the face with the fact that you are now considered an outsider in regards to their party— as well as be faced to face with a clear view of Kabru from behind, chatting away with Rin.

So instead, you sought after lonesome comfort in the grooves of the wall.

Those miniscule changes in the terrain were the only landmarks to signal that, hey! You’re not running around in circles chasing after your own tail.

You are immensely grateful that someone had taken the time to hack and slash through the overgrown, poisonous tentacles that littered the spiral staircase between the floors. Without their efforts, you wouldn't have ever dared to venture below your usual rounds.

And then there were the frogs.

The enormous, very big, and I mean, very big frogs that inhabited this area.

You couldn't help but shudder at the sheer image of their bulging eyes and the almost neon color of their skin.  Why would you ever look at a frog that is basically neon orange and say— oh yeah! That’s perfectly fine to pass down here, with the orange frogs!

Shouldn’t it be basic knowledge at this point that the wilder, and more colorful something is, it’s most probably deadly?

Well, nothing about a dungeon is safe…

You find yourself torn between two intense emotions. On one hand, you want to shower the unknown adventurer who cleared the path with gratitude, for being the sole reason why you ever dared to venture down here. While on the other hand, there's a burning urge to skewer them with your staff and roast them over an open fire, cursing them for initiating this chaotic butterfly effect that led to your current situation.

 It was driving you insane.

You start to wonder why you ever bothered to become an eager adventurer of the dungeon, taking on extreme life or death risks for the sake of a couple of gems and coins— and even possibly nothing but the sweet satisfaction of taking down a formidable foe.

However, that sweet, delicious taste of victory was not enough to bring food to the table.

Could it be worth the satisfaction that came from telling your tales to other adventurers, to earn their respect? Forget about it.

Because despite how gruesome, treacherous and relentless your stories of your adventures are; they will always just be, and forever will be, tales to them. It could possibly score you a couple hears from the wandering children, with their awe-struck gazes and wild imagination— accompanied by promises and wishes of ‘I want to be just like you one day!’ before getting ushered away by their parents.

 The adults do try their best not to dampen their aspiring dreams, and childlike wonder but you could always tell their non-believing expressions.

However, the masses in hearing range of your tales tell a different story. They only bother to stifle a laugh using the palms of their hands, eagerly whispering to each other. Because, without proof of your vigilant victory; you are nothing but a made-up fool, full of nothing but tales pulled straight from your ass.

In short, you’re full of shit until you can prove it.

You would rather not drag an entire dragon corpse up to the surface, let alone its own skull. It’s too much labor, for a measly pat on the back.

A ‘Good Job!’ is not worth the possibility of you developing either a strain, scoliosis or carpal tunnel— or possibly even all three at once.

It was either, go big or go home.

Or die trying.

You sigh, softly shaking your head around like a tree wishing to drop the fruits of your worrying mind. Gaze drifting across to the rest of the party, who’s mundane conversations fall silent in your ears. You drag your feet reluctantly behind them, watching as your sluggish actions lead to a greater distance. Your usual skip, and pep to your step has long vanished— alongside the great desire for a fresh new adventure.

Your nails scratch at the rocky, rough walls. It left white, powdery streaks along the way. However, the sensation of the constant vibrations being sent through your fingertips quickly began to infuriate you.

You cringe at the feeling, quickly retracting your arm back to your sides— trying to shake off the icky feeling that floods though your skin.

Eerily slow footsteps trailed behind, accompanied by a low, guttural groan that seemed to vibrate through the air. You anxiously patted around your stomach, wondering if your gut was busy (and noisy) complaining. You haven’t necessarily stopped to eat for a good while, so it wasn’t that outrageous for it to suddenly grumble.

However, the sound was unsettling, and you clenched your teeth out of sheer embarrassment, eyes darting towards the rest of the party. They were still a decent distance away, so you crossed your fingers and swore on your heart, hoping they didn’t hear a thing.

Why was it so loud? It echoed, not feeling the typical shake and waver in your stomach as it continued. How long as it really been since you last ate? Minutes? Hours? Days?

Luckily, they all seemed completely unaffected by the sudden sound. It would’ve been shocking— and extremely embarrassing— if they heard your stomach from that far away.

Also, were your footsteps always that dense sounding? You halt for a second, looking below at your footwear— taking a few experimental taps on the floor, and possibly trying a couple of tap-dancing moves that you saw in front of a saloon once.

…

If you were the one up on that stage, you would’ve ended up walking away in shame while covered head to toe in tomatoes.

You stop before anyone ends up becoming the unfortunate fool who turns around and becomes the witness of your… undesirable dance moves. God, what would Kabru think if he saw you?

Disregard that. He’s already, and very unfortunately, been the unlucky witness to your dancing. Back when the music and gleeful chatter of the local festivals was just about enough to get you moving and knocking on his door—wearing your best, flowy attire for the occasion.

 You dragged him out to the central area of the village, your hand clasped around his wrist, looking back occasionally to smile at him out of sheer excitement. The village square was alive with vibrant colors, the scent of blooming flowers mingling with the aroma of freshly baked goods. Lanterns hung overhead, casting a warm, golden glow on the cobblestone streets.

The music alone suddenly made you want to jump around with glee, stomping around with the little grace you had.

 You couldn't ever forget his face when you first turned your head over your shoulder. You were too busy in your own little world when you tugged him away, but Kabru...

 Oh, Kabru.

He was the most beautiful sight you have ever seen in your entire life.

 Not even the greenest, vastest, and prettiest of valleys full of flowers for miles could rival his face in that moment. Everything stopped; it was as if time and space itself had unanimously agreed to pause for him and him only.

He looked at you, and only you. From his gaze alone, it spoke millions of words. It was a whole confession in itself.

 His eyes were wide, mouth agape, his hair perfectly tussled by the wind, the sun shining bright into his eyes. His cheeks were flushed with a delicate blush, a stark contrast to the golden glow of the setting sun.

 Kabru was like a painting brought to life; a piece of art that is timeless through decades, one that requires to preserved and passed down through generations— due to his beauty alone.

He was being tugged around by his heartstrings, twiddled with by your gentle fingers. His breath hitched with every step, his awe-stricken gaze never leaving your figure despite every stone or pebble he trips up on.  

…

It served as a painful reminder that once in your life, Kabru loved you for you. For the sake of breathing the same air as you— for the sake of merely existing with you. No matter how rough around the edges you are, no matter who you were.

He still loved you once.

Even when you barely knew how to waltz, despite the sheer confidence you had at the beginning as you tugged him toward the heart of the village, joining the bustling crowd full of dancing townspeople.

Even when he had the whole dance engraved in his brain for all his life, he still offered a genuine smile to you as you tumbled and staggered around. His eyes would crinkle at the corners, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, as he watched you fumble with the steps.

Even when your disorganized feet ended up crushing his own under your shoes, or when you fell forward and crashed into his chest after another couple pushed you from behind—he still smiled. His hands, deliberate and gentle, would take yours and guide you through the dance. The warmth of his touch sent chills down your spine, steadying you, grounding you.

He chuckles as he twirls you around by your waist, watching as you struggle to keep up with the pace— but still catching you with his hand pressed into the dip of your back.

Kabru’s patience was infinite, his laughter a consistent cushion to your embarrassment. His presence alone was a comforting.

His eyes downturned, with a gentle and gleeful air to him. The scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh, cool evening air, which almost drove you insane. One that made you want to kiss him, over and over until his lips turn blue— dragging him by his cheeks towards you until you end up tumbling all over the floor.

Even when the world felt chaotic and your steps were unsure, Kabru’s love was a constant.

He accepted you, not just as his partner, not just as a friend— but accepted you as a person.

He found beauty in your flaws.

But only once.

For now, he has seen the ugly in your flaws.

And you have, too.

Due to you dwelling on your miserable daydreaming, you ended up taking slower and fewer steps than usual. The groans, the dense footsteps that stagger with each step— they don’t stop.

Instead they grow closer,

louder.

Until a pair of hands dig into your shoulders, or more so, whatever is left of its rotten, foul-smelling fingers. The stench surpassed any smell you had ever had the displeasure of smelling. The nails are unruly and unkempt, some already lost to the relentless rot, leaving behind raw, exposed patches of skin on the fingers. It made you gag, feeling it’s intense grip onto your shoulders.

You yelp, lunging forward as you frantically shrug off its deathly grip. Your feet stagger as you began falling forward— your hands catching the floor in front of you in a swift motion. Using your staff for support, you desperately push yourself back onto your feet, twisting your body to face the ghoul. You stagger, feeling yourself struggling to breathe.

 The body it had inhabited was rotten beyond recognition, so decayed that it seemed on the verge of becoming a skeleton. The skin had peeled and melted away, revealing patches of bone beneath. You doubt that the corpse contained any vital organs anymore; it was just a miserable skeleton wrapped in whatever is left of its skin.

With enough fear and adrenaline to kill a man, you raise your staff just high enough to aim straight at its chest. Your grip is firm, though your mind is frazzled beyond measure. Your hands thrust the wooden staff forward, with enough force for it to push against its chest and scoot it backwards. It lets out a loud groan as  you twist it deeper, the sound of fragile bones and skin being crushed beneath it.

 With a quick blast from your staff, it separates the ghost from the unfortunate victim.

The force of the sudden attack was enough to send you flying, you may have overreacted a little. Using an attack meant for larger crowds of more, formidable foes.

Actually, you overreacted a lot.

It only set in fully once you saw yourself inches from the ground, feet set free in the air.

You hit the rough floor with a skidding thud, groaning as you watch the ghost dissipate into the air. The body it had previously possessed falls forward, with an echoing thud. You lie there for a moment, catching your breath, your heart still racing from the encounter.

Your face contorts into disgust as you stare at the dead body only inches away from your feet. You use your staff to gently push its face away from letting its empty eye sockets stare back at you, however you soon regret the decision.

The push resulted in a loud cracking noise, which made you wince and scoot away from your current position.

‘Did I end up breaking its neck…?!’ You panic internally.

“Are you okay?” A frantic shriek rips through the air, alongside the quick thud of footsteps that suddenly crowd around you. It was almost cartoonish, to say the least— like mice to a piece of cheese.

Except you’re the cheese that didn’t bother checking your surroundings, despite the obvious sound cues that there was something trailing behind you. You began skimming through the contents of your brain to look out for a good excuse as to why you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.

When… That was basically your whole job and responsibility after you chose to stay a great distance behind the party.

“Yeah, just fine. I just got caught off guard, is all.” You try to cushion the throbbing pain in your spine and bottom with gentle laughter, waving your hand around in the air to swat away their worries. It didn’t help to ease their concerned expressions, instead worrying them even more as their frowns and confused faces worsen.

You didn’t bother dwelling on their general reaction, however…

You couldn’t get yourself to ignore the fact that Kabru was the first one to come running to you.

You couldn’t shake off the chill in your spine either, when he suddenly slowed down to trail behind the rest of the party before he could get too close.

‘Curse you, Kabru and your stupid mixed signals …!’

“That was definitely far from ‘just caught off guard,’ with that powerful of a blast, you could’ve ended up wiping out an entire army of ghouls...!” Rin gawks at your nonchalant behavior, overriding her usual scowl etched onto her face. Her eyebrows soften, turning upwards as she leaves her jaw wide open. She was genuinely concerned. Which honestly shocked you more than the ghoul did.

Maybe she should keep the scowl.

She is way too beautiful when she isn’t scowling.

“I do admit that I overreacted to the situation.” You flutter your eyes shut, chuckling. “But to be honest, I just got really shocked when it suddenly grabbed me.” Your gaze averts away from their prying eyes, your nails digging and scratching the soft skin in the nape of your neck.

You really, really wished that you hadn’t defended yourself in that moment. Instead, you wished that you had instead been killed by that same ghoul.

Just so you wouldn’t have to sit there pathetically as they all stared at your embarrassed misery. You understood their concern, but it honestly tore you into shreds as your whirring mind fed more and more degrading comments into your self-conscious.

And you hated it.

You hated every second of it.

It was no secret to you that you had always secretly wished to find yourself in this exact situation. The strange, deep warmth in your heart grew stronger when they gather around you. Their concerned gazes, the way their lips curved downwards in worry, and their comforting grasps that made your heart race. Alongside that one stare that pierced through you, reaching down to your very bones.

You once secretly yearned to be vulnerable in front of them, to finally command their undivided attention. It was a bittersweet wish that you, unfortunately, craved deeply during those lonely nights.

But once it finally happened to you, the feeling of déjà vu was sickening. It was bitter and distasteful, a moment that only filled you with raged as they all caught you red handed with your tail between your legs (and your unfortunately sore butt cheeks). It made you angry, and it makes you so much more frustrated not knowing why.

Could it have been the possibility of them doubting you?

Could it have been you interpreting their concern as them looking down on you?

Or could it all just have been the look on Kabru’s face?

This distant gaze, unreasonably unreadable and filled with stoic indifference— stayed monotone throughout the entire time. His lips pressed into a firm, unyielding line. His eyes half-lidded, unfocused as it represented his evident detachment as he stared down below to look at your form sprawled out on the cold floor. Though buried in the crowd of others, his presence lingering in the back, he still stood out the most.

With what little time you allotted for yourself to stare, you still found yourself digging around his cold expression— desperate to get a taste of, even a sliver of concern on his face.

…

And to your, fortunate?

…Unfortunate?

Let’s stick to unfortunate.

…

To your unfortunate dismay, you did.

The typical person would have never read through his stoic expression right in the moment, nor even put too much thought into his— currently irrelevant— presence.

But you?

Oh, you could see right through him. Beyond all his superficial 'people-pleaser, number one manipulation tactic' masks that he uses to puppet himself through and into people’s hearts, there was always a sliver of a crack that you could stare into.

That one figurativecrack you always seemed to be drawn to, one that dug in so deep that it leads straight into his heart and soul.

You can’t seem to stop yourself from diving back into old habits.

You found yourself lost in the maze of conflicting emotions swirling within the deep hue of his eyes. His intense, half-lidded eyes locked onto yours with an almost desperate focus— lost in time and in the deep sea of your own gaze.

His lips quivered but only slightly. One that made you think that he had the urge to speak out, to ask if you’re okay. But his voice falls silent by his tongue, full of words that never seem to dare go past his lips.

Kabru’s face, oh his face.

His eyes downturned and heavy with unspoken words, softened the moment you met his stare, creating an unspoken connection that lingered in the air between you.

It made you so irrationally angry.

It made you want to curse at the gods above for ever granting you the ability to connect with him more than anyone else would. The ability to read and break through his charades as the fool, and instead see him as himself.

It felt like a curse right in this moment.

But why?

Isn’t this what you had always wanted?

It was. It really was.

You hated that he still cared. You hated it so much. You hated it so much to the point that you wanted to kill him, to skin him— to gut him from the inside out. You wanted him to just explode right in that moment. The fact that he cared, and the fact that you’ll always and forever will know that he does.

...You hated how it made you feel.

You hated the sudden racing pace of your heartbeat, the way it rung in your ears like a distant drum. You hated the sudden numbness that possesses each nerve in your body, limb to limb. You hated the way your head spun, the way you couldn’t keep your eyes away from him.

You clench your teeth, lips sealed together to prevent yourself from baring them. Squeezing your eyes shut in desperation, opening them to keep your gaze locked onto anyone— anything but him.

Luckily, your eyes met with an outstretched palm— tearing your gaze away from the rigid floor, you found yourself looking into the concerned eyes of Holm.

His eyes were soft, reflecting a genuine worry that contrasted with the cold, unforgiving surroundings. You sighed, offering him a small, grateful smile before hesitantly placing your hand in his. With a firm tug, he helped you back onto your feet, his strength steadying you as you staggered back up.

As you dust yourself off free from any dirt, Holm provides you with a couple of pats in the dip of your back.

“But seriously though, how come you didn’t notice? If it was that close to you for it to be able to grab you, you should have heard it coming. I doubt it was that close in the first place …” Holm teases, shrugging his shoulders as he stares at you from the side. The rest of the party unanimously agree with his sentiment, suddenly growing more and more suspicious over your situation.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fumbling with the fabric of your shirt. “I was… lost in thought for a bit. I wasn’t paying too much attention to my surroundings, must be the fatigue getting to me.”

You look back down, flinching as your feet instinctively shuffle away from the lifeless body sprawled on the floor. The sight sends a shiver down your spine, an insatiable itch settling down your throat full of prickly unease. Goosebumps rise on your skin, the unsettling reality finally seeping into you. The body lies still and inanimate, haunting you.

“Is there any chance to… revive that guy?” Mickbell winces, taking a couple careful steps backwards. He accidentally backs up and into Kabru’s chest, who places his hands on his shoulders and gently redirects him.

"It's possible... but at this point, I doubt there's any hope for him. His bind to his soul is so weak, and his physical body is rotten beyond recognition. It would take a lot of calories and meat to basically rebuild all his missing parts, not to mention that he already feels hollow inside." You sigh, running your hand through the stray hairs that obscure your vision.

You use the butt of your staff to roll the corpse over to lay on its back, wincing at the thick ‘thump!’ sound that comes from the body. You deliberately pull back at the bottom of his shirt, rolling it upwards as the inner skeleton and ribs show itself to you. The organs are disgustingly missing.

"Putting him out of his misery is pointless since his soul will always stay trapped inside this dungeon. Taking him to the surface for a proper burial won't honor anything because we don't have anything to properly identify the body..." you mumble. You recall the pads of his fingertips, either completely lacking skin or scarred to the point of interfering with the fingerprints.

Mickbell shifts uneasily, rolling a pebble from beneath his boot. "So... we just leave him here then?" He grimaces, his expression worsening the longer he stares at the decaying body.

"Sounds like the best option. Though we should at least cast a ward on him, so he doesn't get possessed again by a ghost, and let's cast some on ourselves for protection," Kabru suddenly speaks up. His voice is calm but firm, acting as a beacon of hope to lift the spirits of his party members. It took every cell and atom in your body not to roll your eyes, hating how mature he has become in time.

Kabru suddenly turns his head to face Holm, eyes wide and expectant, the urgency evident in his gaze. His eyes dart back and forth between Holm and the body, as if silently pleading with the gnome to understand his wordless request. Kabru tilts his head subtly, giving a nudge in the direction of the corpse. It was obvious he didn’t want to ask you to place the charms, despite his endless knowledge of your capabilities.

However, Holm throws his hands in the air as he shrugs off the sudden implications. He plays it off, acting completely oblivious at his desperate pleas.

“What are you looking at me for?”

Kabru’s confident stance wavers, the corner of his eye twitches as he tries to redirect the situation into one he deems is correct. As he always did.  

“Holm. Don’t you know how to…?” His voice is hesitant, almost mirroring a shaking fist as his soft voice tries to carry over the urgency and weight of the situation to Holm.  

“Huh? No, absolutely not. I’m not at all knowledgeable about those kinds of spells. If I tried, I’d probably end up casting a spell that attracts spirits to the body instead of warding them away,” Holm comments with a nonchalant shrug, his tone casual and dismissive. He rides off Kabru’s growing frustration with amusement.

It was a priceless moment, and you couldn't help but chuckle as you watched Kabru struggle to maintain his composure. You could almost see the exasperation radiating off him, picturing him internally throwing his head back, hands pressed to his face, and groaning in sheer frustration. The contrast between Holm's relaxed attitude and Kabru's barely contained and growing irritation was comical.

“Aren’t you like, a gnome? You’re the second leading race in the growing studies of magic education.” Kabru barks back, his polite tone wavering under the frustration. He grits his teeth beneath his smile, as if by saying that— Holm would magically learn the spell for it with the snap of his fingers. Or a page from your old grimoire would fall out, and Holm would read it for the 10 seconds it would be on the floor— then learn it.

“Hey, just because I am gnome doesn’t mean I should know everything!” Holm rebuked, a soft pout spreading on his lips as he did. He spreads his palms out, arms pressed as he waves his hands in defense for his lack of knowledge in that area.

Kabru remains to smile, however it was quite obvious to everyone that it was fake. His technique at hiding his irritation was faltering the more he began desperate to turn this situation into a favorable one. You could sense the race to his impending defeat, just from the sight of his strained expression.

His neck crooked as he suddenly turns to Rin, almost as if he were on his knees as he looked at her with pleading eyes— a last minute attempt to spindle this situation back into the strings under his control. “How about you, Rin?”

Rin blushes, much to your dismay. Dismissively turning her face away from him, scowling as her gaze instead dives into the world of the mossy dungeon walls. In response, she tucks an arm under her chest— the other making itself busy as it twirls her long, jet-black hair.

“I’m only skilled at offensive magic. My healing is only as good as any beginner mage, just the basics.” She replied with a scoff, almost hinting that she wished she knew how— to be able to please Kabru and his desperate attempts to avoid you. If you were in her shoes in that moment, you would probably immediately fold and worship the ground he walks on.

Could you blame yourself for that though? As irritating his face could be, he looked so pathetic and desperate!

…

You cringe at your own thoughts.

“How about…” Kabru’s voice falters, his head snapping around in a frantic search. He locks eyes with Mickbell, then Kuro, and finally Daya, each of them turning their heads with a speed that seemed almost otherworldly. Daya crosses her arms in a firm ‘X’, her stance a clear, unspoken denial.

“Of course not,” Kabru mutters to himself, his frustration evident now. He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed closed tightly as his eyebrows furrow, and lets out a long, exasperated sigh. His shoulders slump, and his hand rests on his hip as he begins to accept his defeat. It was clear now: there was no escape from you, and the weight of that realization settled heavily on him.

It all led back to you.

“C’mon! We finally got Y/N back in the party anyway, no need to worry about being harassed by ghouls. They know how to.” Mickbell threw his arms behind his back, walking up to Kabru to nudge him using his hip— trying to pull the male out of his defeated, slumped form.

“But...”

“No buts! The longer we take down here, the less time we have before another Ghoul pulls up on us!”

Kabru sighs. “Fine.”

His shoulders roll back into his typical confident stance, taking a deep breath for courage before finally looking back up at you. You’re dumbfounded, not thinking that the comedic scene would end up back into your hands like a… Game of ‘Hot Potato'.

You shuffle on your feet, feeling the sudden weight of responsibility on your shoulders. “So, Who’s first..?”

For some reason, the entire party (minus Rin, who seemed to have missed out on the memo) turns their heads toward Kabru in a perfectly choreographed movement. It was as if they had rehearsed this moment, their collective gaze ganging up on him on instinct.

Dare you even say, out of habit.

Rin, meanwhile, stands there looking dumbfounded, her eyes widening as she realizes she’s the only one still focused on you.

Kabru freezes, his face momentarily blank as he cushions his nervousness with a chuckle.

“No, no. I cannot…” he stammers, shaking his head vigorously in a futile attempt to dismiss the sudden peer pressure from his party members. His eyes dart around the hallway, searching desperately for an escape route.

“Daya! How about you? Ladies first!” Kabru exclaims, his voice dripping with desperation as he insists with a firm determination. He sprints behind the dwarven blonde, his hands gripping her shoulders. He shuffles her toward you, as if trying to nudge her into taking his place, his frantic actions seemingly feeding into Daya’s bemused expression.

“Don’t you al—” Daya starts, but is immediately silenced by his gloved hand. He laughs, trying to save himself by staring back into the other eyes of his teammates. Which, also made no impact as they all seemed to be unwilling.

Kabru groans internally, which he could curl up and die in that moment. Or, kill everyone and all possible witnesses to his vulnerable fear of interacting with you again.

Talking to you? Fine.

Looking at you? Fine.

You, touching him? He draws the line there.

But he can’t run away from the situation that he set up himself anymore. Instead he slumps his shoulders, dragging his feet as he makes his way in front of you. “Make it quick.” He whispers, aware of your tense shoulders.

You take a deep breath— your hands trembling slightly as you press your fingers against his forehead. The warmth of his skin contrasts sharply with the coldness of your touch, and you could feel him shiver beneath your palm. He squeezes his eyes shut, his hands clenching into tight fists as he tries to steady himself.

He could feel your breath on his face.

“Lifgant, Ardinbam” You mumble, feeling the soft tingle of mana flow through your veins and out your fingertips. To an outsider, it might seem like nothing is happening—no visible cues to indicate the spell's progress. Only the caster can truly understand what was going on, a magical sensation that could only ever be felt and remain unseen.

You hands lift off from the skin of his forehead, now instead firmly pressing up against his chest. Once you were sure that the blessing had been set in place properly, you gently halt the flow of mana, lifting your hands with a careful hesitation. Your fingertips graze over the worn leather of his chest plate, brushing lightly over his chest before withdrawing.

Your fingers curl back to your side, retreating from his chest with deliberate care. The subtle warmth of the magic lingers in the air, a faint, almost imperceptible residue of the spell’s power. As you let your hands fall, the delicate trace of magic remains, a barely-there whisper of the enchantment that has just been cast.

“All done,” you whisper, your voice breathless and soft. You take a step backward, your movement deliberate, allowing him the space he needs as you just partook in a… awfully weird and intimate moment with him.

Was it really though? You dare to question, but you can’t get yourself to ignore the roaring pang or desire that struck through your heart. Kabru hesitates in his movement, as if waiting for one last thing out of habit. You usually kissed him after. But, after keeping his stance and his eyes closed for a couple moments longer— he pulls away.

“Thank you,” Kabru slurred, his voice barely audible— it was gruff, as if all the saliva in his throat and mouth had dried up in that moment. He coughs, attempting to redo his comment to be able to say it smoothly in a second try.

“I mean, Thank you.” He echoes, meeting your gaze for a fleeting second before quickly turning away, retreating behind the others as if seeking refuge from the sudden vulnerability of the moment.

You extend a hand with a gentle wave, signaling for the next person in line to step forward. The gesture is both practical and reassuring, a silent invitation for them to come closer. Mickbell excitedly jumps up, almost completely compressing himself and scrunching his body mid-air— like a coiled spring. He almost stumbles over completely as he makes his way towards you, using his hand as a way to keep himself upright and avoid accidentally crashing into the floor.

The rest of the party, including you— chuckle at his eagerness to receive a simple blessing. The shared laughter lightens the mood, a welcome break from the tension. His eagerness, though a bit amusing, is endearing, and it brings a moment of relief to the group. You don’t ever wish to have it any other way.

Never in a million, no, a billion years.

It sparked a new happiness in your heart, a little hope that life may look better in the future. That maybe, just maybe— losing once is not the end of the world. Because in the long run, even the smallest of details (like Mickbell almost faceplanting into the floor, which you had to admit got a little chuckle out of you) would make you happy.

After all, simple joys in life can go a long way.

And maybe It was all you ever needed.

…

Though, It makes you begin to realize; this journey will take a lot longer than you thought it would.

What once was a ‘couple of days’ seemed to stretch out into weeks, and possibly for longer.

Though, it might not be as bad as you make it out to be.

A little hope wont hurt anybody.

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✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dom human m!reader, sub sea monster!leviathan, size difference, loss of virginity (levi LOLLLLLL what a nerd), tentacles...

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... obligatory levi sea monster fic but my take on it lololol (also yeah im posting this in december fuck you this is the most productive i've been in a year ok let me have this) someone wrote this really sweet tag on one of my recent works and it gen helped me out with my insecurity so thank you for that

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how you found yourself in this situation, with your cock stuffed inside leviathan and his tentacles circled around your body, you weren't all too sure, all you knew was that he felt fucking amazing wrapped around you. the very mythical sea beast your ancestors had revered for thousands of years and the one they claimed to be the guardian of the seas was here writhing away beneath you, face flushed with a crimson hue that was nearly overshadowed by the fluorescent shine that matched the skin that made up his tentacles.

when you went out to search for the mysterious gaze sailors often sung about, you sure as hell hadn't thought about being entwined with the very creature you set out for.

the moment you left the reef, the heavy weight of a stare on your back ate away at your suspicions of the sailors tale that there was something watching them out at sea. it was the type of stare that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, as if sensing danger before your mind could catch up, one that reminded you just how large and desolating the ocean was.

everyone knew that a sailors story was, at its core, nothing more than an alcoholics drunken rambling. it was natural to take any tale to whichever poor bloke fell victim to their incoherent word vomit at face value and entertain them with faux interest and encouragement to break away sooner. so it came to no ones surprise that you wanted to prove their stories wrong, to confirm whether it was all hogwash to impress pretty little things into their bed or whether there really was something much bigger than a mere human such as yourself could comprehend.

all you wanted was a confirmation that such a legend could exist, everything else that occurred had be completely beyond your expectation.

a stray tentacle shakily grazed the side of your cheek, bringing you out of your short-lived flashback to focus on the watery eyes that stared up at you with poorly hidden jealousy paired with a slight pout. it took everything in you to not coo at the ancient sea beast who seemed upset that your mind was elsewhere while in the middle of being intimate with him, instead choosing to nuzzle your nose against his as a sort of unspoken act of apology.

if the tentacle relaxing against your cheek was anything to go by, it was safe to say he forgave your momentary distraction.

"don't worry, i was only thinking about you." a hot puff of air fanned over his face along with your whisper, the flush on his face growing redder. leviathan's eyes darted away, the eye contact becoming too intense for him to handle amongst all your other ministrations.

the honeyed words had more of an affect on him the longer he had to process what you uttered, for the moment they finally registered in his mind his walls clamped down around you. his reactions gave away his inexperience despite the poised demeanour he tried to mirror from, presumably, other ancient beings like himself.

"you're much more sensitive than i thought. is it because no one's ever touched you like this, leviathan?" while the idea of a sea monster who lurked beneath the waves and merely watched as intruders breached his home as they pleased had never been put in a situation like this before had you feeling more riled up than ever, it was still hard to swallow that a man this gorgeous had never been admired as he should've been.

you drank up the pretty crimson blush that, at this point, stained his cheeks, taking note of the way the shine spread across his face the more stimulated he was. it was far more adorable than it should've been for a creature double your size who could've killed you faster than you had the chance to think about it.

the weight of your stare bore down on him and in a moment of insecurity, his hands moved to cover his face in an attempt to shy away from your eyes. who could blame him? the intensity in which you looked at him with criminally inviting half lidded eyes that made him feel exposed, like one look from you had shed him of all the barriers he put up around himself and he was laid bare in front of you for you to consume whole.

even though he was the leviathan from human's stories whose unbridled envy and rage caused devastation to many from the onslaught of tsunami's and leaving only destruction in its wake, he couldn't help but feel powerless writhing underneath your gaze.

"y-you're staring too much!" he cried out, using one of his tentacles to cover his face now that his hands were out of commission. you tutted, the pretty vision below you suddenly taken away by a rogue tentacle you had no way of pushing away.

"well, i can't look at you if you keep hiding your face." in an attempt to soften his anxious mind, you rested your forehead against his, nosing gently at the tentacle that stood between you and him. despite the tenderness you showed through your nuzzling, your hips spoke of a different story. he stuttered at your rough pace, the earlier kindness for his inexperienced self nowhere to be found.

while keeping one hand wrapped around his wrists so they couldn't move and come between you and the captivating shimmering flush that dusted his face, you reached out for the tentacle that obstructed your view. it didn't struggle in your gentle hold, letting you pick it up and guide it to your face as you willed. little by little, you brought it closer to your mouth, darting your tongue out to take an experimental lick.

the texture was what you expected, similar to the feeling of the inside of his mouth but not exactly, the liquid that coated the tentacle akin to the saliva that dribbled down leviathan's chin with a slightly sweet undertone. it was slightly rougher than you initially imagined, perhaps due to the element that made the skin shine, like that of a softer cow tongue.

the other tentacles surrounding him flailed, whether in pleasure or overstimulation you couldn't quite determine. just as much as his reactions turned you on, your gestures were equally arousing to him and it showed in the way he clenched around you and the way each individual tentacle twitched in their own way.

if someone had told you that your search for the sea beast that sailors talked all high and mighty about was here, whimpering and whining at the slightest movement of your hips you wouldn't have believed them in a thousand years and yet, here you were. perhaps going with your impulsion and taking the chance to seek out the tales was the best decision you had ever made.

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I could see h2 no au reader having octopus tentacles bc im biased and have fixated on octopi’s before bc of another fandom and they’re pretty cool too!

octo mer reader would have to struggle with their constantly moving tentacles that seem to have a mind of their own

the platonic yans and reader’s friends would need to deal with reader being able to contort their tentacles into any small hiding space their uper half can fit in

i also imagine octo mer reader would have a tendency to tinker around with whatever junk they find bc of those videos of octopi’s using litter they find in the ocean to build homes and such and also a love of puzzles because of octopi having been known to be vary intelligent creatures that are capable of braking out of their inclosures when put in aquariums

i could also see reader having the tail and some of the traits of a moray eel bc they’re neat lil sea noodles too

Those are good ideas! And I love octopi, too! They're so cute and squishy and bloody!

Octopus Mer/Siren Reader would struggle a bit, because instead of having two legs, or a tail, they have eight wriggling, suction-cup lined tentacles, and they're hard to control at times. Reader feels anxious, their tentacles start writhing and curling against each other. They're scared, they're inching into everh crevice and crack they can find. They're angry, they start picking up rocks and shells like a ball they plan to toss at someone. And they can create clouds of ink. Which feels weird, because what. The. H*ck. How... how do they even do that? Reader is trying to swim with their friends, and has to have help because they keep getting distracted and trying to pick up stray shells and junk, wanting to make something or collect it, and their friends just have to keep reminding them to go with the flow. Reader sees the platonic yans, and is immediately dragging thenself across rocks and out of the water to get away, like a scared wet kitten or spider, and the platonic yans are trying to caox them back into the water with shiny rocks and fresh seafood and promises of a safe, dark napping place. Reader, if they were an octopus mer/siren, would love puzzles! All kinds of puzzles! Little wooden ones, jigsaw puzzles, even some word puzzles! Their friends like doing them with Reader, because it's perfect team bonding and Reqder is happy, so why not? Especially if they can do it in mer form!

Littlr eel mer/siren Reader would be a wiggly bean, just trying to figure out how to keep going, and trying to snag some food for their friends. They love hiding, and especially love hide-and-seek! They just... they don't really know how to deal with a such a long tail. The platonic yans are happy to seek Reader when they're hiding, and will do their best to grab their noodle of a pup, but it gives even them a swim for their pearls as they try to hold such a little wiggle worm! Eel mer/siren Reader would be good at curling up, and would just wrap themswlf around their friends if they were cold or scared. They're a good noodle!

(Reader would have a hard time with whatever tail they had, but it's always interesting when they have one that's different from most fish/sea creatures!)

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Hello i see that request are open if you have too much requests or just tired you can delete this^^, May i try to request for a reader that is just Ninomae ina’nis , if you dont know who she is, she is a vtuber and her avatar is a Octopus human hybrid and she is a priestess for the ancient ones (heres the link for her https://hololive.hololivepro.com/en/talents/ninomae-inanis/ ) for Azul, riddle, leona, ilia, malleus, and rook, again if this is too much you can ignore/delete this, have a great day/afternoon/night ^^

Make sure to eat and drink healthy, stay safe<33

You too, Anon! I watched her streams of the game Stray to get an idea of her personality.

Also, let’s say that your avatar is the one that’s transported to Twisted Wonderland, but you are sentient.

Riddle Rosehearts

Your dedication to the words and the teachings of the Ancient Ones is very admirable in his eyes. There are many different beliefs in Twisted Wonderland, yours is just one among the many. He doesn’t mind it at all and might even ask questions to gain a further understanding.

He doesn’t understand why you are a VTuber, but at least it’s not a destructive hobby. Sure, you could be doing a lot more productive things, like studying, but you’re not outside causing trouble and that’s what truly matters to Riddle.

He thinks you look interesting. Sure, there were beast-people and mer-people, but you were a full-on hybrid of the two. You weren’t able to put either side away. However, he thinks that you’re absolutely beautiful like this. He will most definitely behead anyone who says otherwise.

Leona Kingscholar

There are a few priests and priestesses in his homeland, so it’s not anything unusual to hear that you were a priestess of the Ancient Ones. He also doesn’t mind, but he’s too lazy to ask any questions about you and your beliefs. If you mention anything in passing, then he will remember it. After a while, he gets an idea of it all.

Another one who doesn’t understand why you are a VTuber. You could spend time cuddling with him instead of entertaining random people on the internet by streaming video games. But at least you’re not getting into any fights.

At first, he thought you looked weird. How could he not? You had tentacles coming out of your back that you had complete control over. Just by that alone, you were pretty strong. After a while, he knows that you got them by picking up a random book. You were as magical as he was, but you were a hybrid rather than a beast-person.

Azul Ashengrotto

He found your dedication to the Ancient Ones very intriguing. In the sea, they worshiped the god Poseidon (personal headcanon, because King Triton is mythologically Poseidon’s son). It seemed like they had similar practices, with certain people assigned to serve the gods in their temple.

Everything was a culture shock to him when he came to dry land. He hadn’t even heard of VTubers until you came along. He’s still very confused by it, but is otherwise supportive. He will bring snacks and drinks to you if he knows you haven’t eaten or drank anything because you were busy streaming.

When he first met you, you made him happy. You both were slightly different from each other, but more or less the same. You both were octopi in some variety, and that gave him hope that he could embrace his merform.

Rook Hunt

He just about worships the Ancient Ones as much as you do. He wants to get you to notice him and maybe even fall in love with him as he did for you, so he will do anything. He is just that smitten for you. Eros has shot his arrows into the hunter’s heart.

I think he would kind of understand the concept of a VTuber. To know that this wasn’t the real you was kind of weird, and it was hard to get used to. However, that made him wonder what the real you looked like. No matter, you would tell him when you wanted to tell him.

He found your tentacles absolutely amazing and beautiful. If you still wanted to dress them up, he would most certainly help you. He gently presses kisses to the tips of them as he gently wraps them up with pretty ribbons to accessorize them.

Idia Shroud

He also gets the general idea of your belief, but that’s because they worship the Great Seven and his dorm just so happens to be based off of the Ruler and God of the Underworld. Again, he’s used to the temple and sacrifice scenes.

When you tell him that you are a VTuber, he gets super excited. He talks about doing a collab soon and how you could become popular in Twisted Wonderland as well as your own world, until you tell him that the figure he saw as ‘you’ was your actual avatar.

He found your tentacles scary at first, but he gets used to them over time. It eventually got to a point where he loves to be gently wrapped in your tentacles because he knows that you are there with him. It calms him down after a stressful day.

Malleus Draconia

His kingdom has a few deities that they worship, mostly the Thorn Fairy. He has even been to one of the temples for when he was deemed the Crown Prince of the Briar Valley. However, the priests and priestesses tended to live single lives, and the fact that you are a priestess tells him that you might not want to be with him.

He most definitely doesn’t understand the concept of a VTuber. He barely knows how to operate his tamagotchi, did you expect him to know what a VTuber was? However, he is willing to learn so he could get to know you better.

He found your tentacles rather fascinating. You weren’t exactly a cecaelia, but a hybrid between an octopus and a human. It reminded him of his knight, Sebek, who was a hybrid between a fae and a human. It was very intriguing to the young Prince.

Lilia Vanrouge

Again, he hails from the same land as Malleus, so he is familiar with priests and priestesses. Not just that, but his time as a military general led him to many lands that had different beliefs. He found it all fascinating, and he will ask you tons of questions about the Ancient Ones that you serve.

Like Idia, he gets excited when you tell him that you are a VTuber. He gets even more excited when you tell him that the ‘you’ he sees is in fact your avatar and not what you actually look like outside of the screen.

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable with your tentacles. If you ask, he’ll help you maintain them as well as decorate them. Your tentacles tend to get a bit ticklish, so he will tease you with soft touches along their slimy surface. You have been warned.

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An actual body guard fic 😂 even if it’s just the meeting of the pair. Who are decidedly ready to NOT get along. With some low key sexual tension.

Idk if this is low-key sexual attention or just moral struggles of an age gap interest.

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Bodyguard x Ward Demi-Eldritch x Human Age Gap (10ish years)

The All Hearts Festival in Erodinia. A celebration of fondness and love and, well, lust. Minerva had been terribly excited about it. 

After her husband, the late Lord Sythias, passed two years prior, the Lady Minerva Rinauld-Sythias hoped to exit her mourning period with some allowed salaciousness.

Then her cousin, King Ferdinand, stuck his damned nose in her business.

Assigning her a bodyguard around the All Hearts Festival, of all times! Oh, Ferdie said it was for her safety - something about too many nobles going missing or being murdered - but Minerva knew better. He didn’t want her to become a harlot, now that her mandatory mourning was over. Which honestly wasn’t his damned business. She was a grown woman, for heaven’s sakes! But he likely wanted to keep her in his back pocket in hopes of bartering her away to another husband-to-be.

That was the sole reason for assigning the Eldritch-Drow as her guard. Athethran Diardae. 

She knew of Athethran since she was a child and he were a fresh-faced recruit. Considering she grew up in the castle with her aunt and uncle - the previous royal Queen and King - acting as her parents, Minerva had seen quite a lot of Athethran. 

Considering their parentage - a dark elf and a creature from the Deep Abyssal realms - Athethran was hard to miss. Deep purple skin, speckled along their face like glittery freckles. Tentacle-like tendrils in place of hair. Their main eyes, the ones on their face where one expected eyes to sit, were dark with irises that were usually a golden yellow and pupils that reminded Minerva of a gecko’s.

In those early days, he couldn’t keep their form consistent. Some days, he were gangly and tall and other days squat and muscular. Being ten years their junior, he were always bigger than Minerva, but she was always excited to see what changes, if any, had transpired since she last saw them.

Now, he seemed fairly well-maintained. Their figure cut a muscular and tall silhouette and the often stray eyes that used to crop up on their figure were nowhere to be seen.

To be fair, much time had passed. Athethran likely gained much skill and maturity in those long years. 

Minerva herself had seen quite a lot. Sent to boarding school at fifteen, only coming home for the holidays. Occasionally seeing the aforementioned Eldritch-Drow in these short respites. Then off to university for five years. A couple years of enjoying freedom abroad. Then two years as Lord Sythias’s third wife, of which was rather uneventful and procured no further heirs for the old man. Thankfully, Lord Sythias only wanted company rather than a bedmate in those last few years of his life.

Nearly thirty now, Minerva was ready to return to living life for herself. Instead of being sequestered away by a kind but absolutely boring older husband. 

Considering what a crimp her bodyguard put in those plans made her sigh heavily. “This is so tedious.”

“We didn’t have to come here,” Athethran replied, arms crossed as he stared straight ahead. Though he stood still, the tendrils atop his head wavered, alert for any dangers that might creep out or outright attack. 

Apprehension itched along his flesh and conflict filled his thoughts. Of all the assignments King Ferdinand could have stuck him with, it was Lady Minerva and of all the places she sought to go, it was Erodinia during this damned debauchery festival. Not that Athethran had anything against revelry and seduction. 

It was the fact he was with her that made his insides wither. 

“Not the line. I was talking about you.” Minerva rolled her eyes and made a sharp motion to him.

“Take it up with the king.” Athethran found himself using that phrase quite a lot around her. From packing for the trip to the travel to standing in this very bloody line at the hotel. Stars above, the amount of people already in Erodinia and the festival didn’t officially start until tomorrow.

That made her quiet down with a huff. They managed to edge a little closer to the counter before she opened her mouth again. 

“I wouldn’t be remiss if you chose to enjoy the All Hearts Festival yourself.” She said, after a moment’s quiet contemplation. Waggling her fingers, she sighed airily, “Go find someone to diddle away with. I won’t tell. Promise.” 

He leered down at her, a stern expression hardening his features. “I cannot.” 

“Oh please, I know the guards shirk their responsibilities from time to time,” Minerva snorted, a sly grin curling at the corners of her lips as she looked up to Athethran. She forgot how tall he had grown. Or perhaps that was the height he chose for himself? As much as she tried to learn of Eldritch heritage while at university, nothing ever seemed to be exact.

Athethran did not say anything in reply. Simply tilted his eyes to Minerva, eyebrow cocked. As if he didn’t need to say a word for her to understand he was not like those guards she may reference.

They moved a few more inches in line, their conversation dwindling as the rest of the world giggled and guffawed around them. An ache tickled in her chest, watching others flirt and tease around her. She heaved another sigh, barely resisting the urge to stomp her foot. “No one is going to approach me with you acting as my shadow.”

“If they wished to approach, they would.” Athethran rolled his eyes, his crossed arms tightening across his chest. He wasn’t sure if he’d allow them to approach, of course. As of yet, that wasn’t a problem.

Minerva spun toward him, eyes wide with outrage and cheeks becoming an angry blotchy red. “Are you insinuating no one is approaching me because they find me lacking?” 

The two locked gazes, with Minerva simmering with rage while Athethran stared cooly down at her. His impassive expression didn’t crack or flinch under her glare. Eventually, he heaved a sigh and shrugged. “Interpret my words as you wish.”

It wasn’t until they were nearer the counter that Minerva pulled out her planned trick. Patting her sides, she gasped and turned to her bodyguard, “Oh no, I forgot my satchel with the horses. Can you go get it for me?” 

She watched something flicker over Athethran’s face. Agitation, perhaps. Something about the starry freckles in his purple cheeks seemed to glow. 

“I am not leaving you alone,” he finally rumbled, eyes narrowed. She expected as much from him, which was why she had waited so long before pulling out this particular excuse. 

“Well, one of us has to go, otherwise we’ll lose our spot.” She motioned to the line behind them as she pointedly added, “Do you want to wait again?”

With a half-turn, he took in the amassing line behind them. Something inside him flinched. The line looked to be twice as long as when they began this wait. Faintly, he wondered how many rooms were even available, how many were left.

“Fine,” he relented with a hiss. He hated how Minerva perked up at his acquiescence. Pointing to her face, he made one last demand. “Don’t move.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She flashed him a sweet smile, folding her arms behind her back as she rocked on her heels. 

That expression alone should have been enough to deter him. Athethran should have known better. He had known her since she was five and causing chaos. Why would he expect her saccharine smile to be genuine?

When he returned, he had to choke down a snarled curse. Of course, Minerva wasn’t there when he came back. Intuition had told him as much, but he tried to give the woman the benefit of the doubt.

He was sorely mistaken to allow her such generosity. Ramming her satchel into his own pack, he eyed the surroundings, seeking any hint of the blasted woman.

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“I am perfectly capable of handling myself!” Minerva struggled as Athethran hauled her, over his shoulder, into a rented room. Unfortunately for her, the lodgings existed in a quieter part of town and had a back door, making it easy for the demi-Eldritch guard to drag her in without question.

“I have my orders, m’lady.” He thanked the gods above and below for being able to secure lodgings before having to track Minerva down. They wouldn’t have to struggle to find a room for the duration of the trip now or risk having to sleep outdoors. If it was the latter, he shuddered to think of how difficult it’d be to rein her in.

She thumped his solid back with a fist, knowing it did little to affect him. “Your orders are to keep me safe. Not to completely ruin my vacation.”

Outrunning and outmaneuvering the man had, admittedly, been fun. Certainly heart-pounding, but not in the way she really craved. It’d never be like that with him, she knew that. Though that acknowledgement made something in her chest twinge.

“I’m not ruining anything,” Athethran bit out as he carefully set her down on her feet.

“I’m in Erodinia for the All Hearts Festival and I won’t get a single bedmate, because you are following me everywhere.” Minerva’s arms spread wide, indicating the city as a whole as her foot slammed to the floor. Tilting a glare up at the demi-Eldritch, her frown curved savagely over her lips. “Sounds like you’re ruining it to me.” 

“What is stopping you from fucking around as much as you want?” 

“Not many people want an Eldritch being leering at them from the corner, Athethran.” Minerva crossed her arms, her lips abandoning their frown to pucker unhappily. She couldn’t understand why he went to such lengths to rein her in. If she was a man, this would be a non-issue. Hell, if she were a man, her cousin wouldn’t have even lashed a bodyguard to her! 

Agitation growing in her chest, Minerva couldn’t help spitting out, “Or is that how you want to participate in All Hearts? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cuck.” 

Athethran pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath before answering, “That’s because I am not one.”

“Then what is it? Why not bend the rules and have some fun?” Fueled by annoyance, Minerva took a step forward as her hand gestured angrily. 

He took a step back, avoiding the wide arch of her arm’s motion. Instinctively, his hands came up in a stop motion as he said, in a strained but even tone, “It’s my duty to protect you. If harm comes to yo–” 

“I can protect myself, as you very well know from our little scrap.” Minerva advanced another step, index finger pointed to his face. There was no way he could argue she couldn’t take care of herself. Between university magic studies, traveling abroad, and maintaining her skills, she was not a weakling in the spellcasting department. “So it has to be something else.” 

“I take my job seriously.” The heat in the room was rising too fast for Athethran’s comfort. Prickling sensations skittered over his skin and down his back. He had to defuse the situation soon or he might do something he’d regret.

“Or maybe you don’t want to even fathom me fucking, hm?”She marched another step forward and he took another step back, landing himself against a wall. Buoyed by the months - no, the years - of being infantilized and babied, Minerva’s ire bore down on Athethran like a wolf on prey. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable to think of me swallowing cock or being facedown in a juicy muff? Or–” 

“Min–” Athethran bit down so hard on his tongue, it was a marvel he didn’t chomp it right off. He corrected himself quickly, “M’lady. Please.”

“You were about to call me Minerva!” Her eyes widened, aghast at Athethran’s impropriety. The guard who refused to goof off so she could enjoy the All Hearts Festival bending such a rule! The scandal! 

Of course, when they were younger, such impropriety hadn’t bothered her. They’d been friends, to a degree. Well, until… She shoved the thought away, angry with herself for even skating so close to it.

“I was not.” Athethran only barely managed to convince himself his answer wasn’t a total lie.

She narrowed her eyes, intuition telling her Athethran wasn’t telling the entire truth. Her eyes widened a second later, recalling something from the dark dusty annals of memory. “You were going to call me Minnie!” 

Athethran couldn’t say anything to deny that. Instead, he turned his face away, unable to look his ward in the eye. The prickling sensations worsened down his back, feeling like bugs crawling over his skin as embarrassed heat seared up his insides.

“Oh, that is low. Calling me my childhood nickname,” Minerva hissed, her index finger jabbing him in the chest. The heat in the room hadn’t gone unnoticed by her, but she was enthralled with being angry, she missed the headier tingle in the air. “You really don’t see me as a fully capable adult, do you?” 

It was her touch that did it. Up until that point, she hadn’t willingly touched him. Before he knew it, his hand had snatched her wrist, holding her hand far enough away to break contact. 

Miserableness creased his features and frustration painted his tone, “I begged your cousin to not put me on this assignment.”

“Why? What’s so bad about me?” Conflicting emotions shot through Minerva. As much as she didn’t want a bodyguard, there was no reason for Athethran to not want to guard her. Unless it had to do with what happened when she was fifteen. 

A flare of mortification coiled up from her stomach as she fought off the memories. Little snippets still leaked through. She could see Athethran, a young man in his mid-twenties, and the flurry of emotions that had passed his features at her stupid stupid confession.

“Why do you think?” It took all of Athethran’s effort to not yell. The tendrils on his head were already riled up, flickering and trembling. Wasn’t it obvious why he didn’t want to take her on as an assignment? Even if she didn’t know of his attraction to her, there was still their history. “I watched you grow up.” 

“I watched you grow up too,” she shot back, completely unable to grasp what his issue was.

An affronted look passed his features. “I was an adolescent when you met me.” 

“Same difference,” she waved a hand dismissively. As far as she was concerned, she still watched him grow into a man. 

“Huge difference.” He released her wrist, holding up both his hands to flash ten digits in her face. “A ten-year difference.”

Minerva glared up at him, disappointed he couldn’t separate his memories of her to the actuality of her adult self. She took a deep breath and planted her hands on her hips, if only to keep from smacking Athethran. “Why does seeing me grow up even matter? I’m well into adulthood now.” 

“That’s the problem.” When he heard Minerva was returning to the court of King Ferdinand, after the untimely death of her husband and one of Lord Sythias’s heirs taking over the estate, Athethran was a little eager. He hated to admit it to himself. It felt wrong. 

He’d seen her grow up, he’d watched over her, he even offered her advice or minimal training in combat when she asked. When she’d confessed to loving him at fifteen, the world had shifted terribly. And suddenly all the whispered words and snide remarks about his friendship with her - as much as a guard and noble can be friends - had become amplified.

The way her face had crumpled at his rejection still struck him in the chest. The years that followed, he had taken care to keep his distance and it seemed she did the same. 

Then she came back to the castle dressed in her mourning wear, but most definitely not a girl any longer. Poised and mature, with a soft smile and even softer, curvier, body. Four months after her husband passed, her smart mouth and earnest nature bled into her somber visage. Athethran’s chest ached the more he interacted with her, even briefly.

And he hated himself for it.

“Excuse me?” Something burned at the back of Minerva’s eyes as she recognized the look passing over Athethran’s features. He had a similar expression when he made his disinterest in her clear. Discomfort and, maybe, disgust. 

Gods, she hated herself for not being able to drop the topic. In the years following her confession, she had taken such care to avoid Athethran. Not only for her pride and heart, but for his own comfort. Over the years, she realized their difference in age, in class, and in status mattered. Her authority over him could have cost Athethran his career as a guard.

But if he was this appalled by her, why didn’t he just go have fun like she suggested?

Athethran glared down at Minerva, his brain swirling with some way to answer her. He couldn’t find any excuse that would make sense to her. Not unless he wanted to reopen old wounds for her and mortification for himself. 

Looking around the room offered no excuses, either. Although it did make him realize there was only one bed in the damn room. There was no way they could share that bed after this talk. The heat simmering in the room was bound to explode, one way or another.

He needed space to cool down. Shoving past Minerva, he headed for the door. “I am going to sleep in the hall. Do us both a favor and stay put.” 

“Why should I?” Her hands balled into fists as she turned to watch him go. Something in her angry with him, but also not wanting to see him go. There was something she couldn’t pinpoint in the air. Something razing her skin and making goosebumps simmer beneath her flesh. 

Or maybe it was the angry heat and the adrenaline it brought with it. 

Athethran rounded so fast on her, Minerva stumbled back in shock. “If you don’t, I’ll make you stay put.” 

For a breath, he thought - hoped - she’d listen. Her eyes were wide, borderline fearful, on his face. Then, they flicked to the bed before darting to the window. 

She was really fucking thinking about taking off already. 

Before he knew it, he had Minerva pinned to the bed with a frustrated growl. Her dainty gasp rasped at his spine, her knees squeezed to his sides. Another ragged sound of shock bubbled up from her as her legs were pulled straight, tethered to the footboard by unseen forces. 

Her heart jumped in her throat, brain momentarily submerged in confusion. For a brief second, Minerva felt Athethran weigh down on her, heavy and firm and warm. 

Just as quick as he descended, he was off her. His footfalls headed toward the door, obviously ready to be rid of her presence.  Leaving her feeling a little cold, despite the heat in the air. 

Minerva arched, staring at the place where he had clutched her wrists. A substance that appeared gooey, though it didn’t feel that liquidy, had been left behind, binding her wrists to the headboard. A similar sight was found around her ankles, tied to the footboard. 

He had bound her up to keep her from doing anything! That godsdamn bastard!

The angry shriek Minerva gave made Athethran pause. He turned, about to ask if she was willing to behave, when his stomach sank. Despite the binds, her hands were managing to draw runes in the air and, just before he could think to do anything, blinding light flashed in his eyes. 

A guttural hiss left his lips as burning heat wound tight around him. His arms plastered to his sides, his legs bound together. The world upended as he bodily whumped the floor, snarling and writhing against the binds. “Minerva!” 

“Fuck you, Athethran!” The bed frame rattled as she tugged on the binds, making the floorboards beneath the bed creak. Unseen by Athethran, her face burned with an angry and mortified ruddiness. “If I’m going to be tied up - and not in the fun way - I’m going to do the same to you!” 

A growl rumbled from Athethran, but he slumped face first against the floor. Even his tendrils had given up, flopping motionlessly down.

The All Hearts Festival hadn’t even begun and already he was at his wit’s end.

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[beholdenlie]

with blood, with love (chapter one)

fandom: elden ring

characters: white mask varré x original female character

tags: NSFW (later chapters), unhealthy relationship dynamics, violence, dub con themes, uh...blood.

author's note: repost from ao3. it’s my dream that one kind soul will eventually make fanart of this because I can’t draw to save my life.

Wounded, bleeding, and lost in the swamps of Liurnia, the brave Tarnished Enreila stumbles upon the Rose Church and White Mask Varré. That’s probably not a good thing.

Enreila knew she’d made a mistake venturing into the swamps of Liurnia. No matter that the supposed guidance of grace—that damned infuriating golden light—stubbornly pointed her in their direction.

The thick fog wrapped around Enreila like a damp blanket, unrelenting in the way it obscured her vision. She couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of her face at a time, didn’t see the hulking form of a land octopus until it was much too late. The massive creature swiped at her with one heavy tentacle, cutting into her side and knocking her off her feet.

Enreila’s head struck a stray bit of rubble, most likely a remnant of an ancient ruin, fallen from the sky. Her vision blurred and nausea threatened to overtake her as she scrabbled for purchase against the mud and slimy vegetation beneath her.

The slick slide of tentacles reached Enreila’s ears and pure instinct had her reaching for the pouch of throwing knives she kept strapped to her thigh. Blinking past the sweat and putrid water dripping down her face, Enreila squared her shoulders as best she could and aimed at the creature’s face, the only part of its body not covered in a thick layer of rock-like scales.

She let a knife fly and the blade struck true, sinking into the land octopus’ eye. The creature shrieked and flailed its tentacles furiously as Enreila rolled to her feet. She wasn’t quick enough though, and a stray tentacle struck her chest. Not as hard as the one that had sliced open her side, but hard enough to knock her back a few steps, to cause the air to escape her lungs with a pained grunt.

“Damn you, beast,” Enreila gasped. She reached for another knife and then another, throwing each one with precision, striking the land octopus’ face repeatedly. Though her knives could do some damage, could perhaps kill a lesser creature with a single, well-aimed throw, Enreila wasn’t kidding herself that they could fell a full grown land octopus. But she persisted. Refused to die here in this wretched swamp. Or, if she had to die, she would, at the very least, put up a good fight.

As she was nearing the last of her throwing knives, the creature let out one last enraged shriek before—by some miracle—it scuttled away from Enreila and disappeared back into the fog.

Perhaps she had wounded it enough. Perhaps she had frightened it. Enreila didn’t want to think about the alternatives. Didn’t want to consider that something else could be lurking beyond the fog, something terrifying enough to scare a creature as fearsome as what she had just faced.

Enreila waited in silence for several breaths, clamping down on the pained groan she longed to loose from her throat. She waited long enough to ascertain that the land octopus was indeed gone, that nothing else was creeping up towards her through the fog.

All at once the adrenaline left her and Enreila dropped to her knees, clutching at her side. She hissed as she carefully prodded around her wound, throbbing painfully with every heartbeat, and her hand came away bloody. The creature’s rocky scales seemed to have cut deep. Enreila automatically reached for the healing flask she kept at her belt and let out a quiet, dismayed groan when she held it up to her face and saw that it was empty.

Of course. She’d been so preoccupied with her miserable trudge through this gods-forsaken swamp that she’d forgotten to keep an eye out for any sign of the strange, isolated merchants she’d often found dotted throughout these lands. Enreila would have laughed at her carelessness if she wasn’t in so much pain.

Rummaging through another pouch strapped to her waist, Enreila’s fingers brushed against her remaining boluses, one used for stanching blood loss and the other to help slow the spread of poison. She took both into her palm and, bracing herself, shoved the perfectly round boluses into her mouth. She cringed as the acrid taste of them seemed to sear straight through her tongue, but managed to swallow before the taste could linger any longer.

Enreila glanced down at her side. The flow of blood had slowed, but not completely. She’d need proper healing. And soon.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. Persistent as it was, the shimmering light of grace hadn’t revealed itself to her in quite some time. Not since she’d arrived in Liurnia, at least. Perhaps the golden rays had misguided her. Or perhaps she'd only mistaken the direction in which grace had pointed her. Enreila didn’t know, but she couldn’t very well sit around and wait to bleed to death.

Enreila slowly dragged herself to a standing position, head spinning with the residual pain of her wound. I must find the guidance of grace again, she thought desperately. I must.

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Around her, the swamp slowly turned into a shade of sickly yellow.

Enreila’s brow was slicked with cold sweat, the pain radiating from her wound almost maddening in its intensity. The effects of the boluses had long since worn off and she had to practically drag herself through the mud that sucked at her now-ruined boots.

She hadn’t run into any more land octopuses, but neither had she seen any merchants, nor the gentle, shimmering light that marked a site of grace, those sacred places that served as sanctuaries for Tarnished like Enreila. If she could find such a place, she could return to the Roundtable Hold. She could request healing from Brother Coryhn. She could make the choice to never return to Liurnia again and start her quest anew.

But the yellowing of the landscape around her meant the sun was rapidly setting, a thought that sent a shiver skittering down her spine. Enreila knew what manner of creature roamed the swamps at night. Emaciated men who rode half-rotted horses and, accompanying them, the ringing of bells.

And when those bells rang, more rotted creatures emerged from the depths of the swamp, summoned to stalk and hunt and kill.

Of course, Enreila could call upon Torrent, her spectral steed. He might carry her for a while. But she highly doubted that he could guide her safely from the swamp, not when she was so weak, so close to losing consciousness. Not when she possessed no map, nor no knowledge of the area. She hadn’t thought it necessary. After all, Enreila could see the guidance of grace, couldn’t she?

Enreila would have wept if she had the energy to spare. Instead, a weak and worryingly wet laugh escaped her lips. At least she still had that. She had never wanted to cry when facing certain Death. Had promised herself, no matter what, she wouldn’t cry. She’d laugh instead. Laugh right in Death’s face.

Slowly, Enreila came to a stop, falling once again to her knees. She could barely manage to lift her head, but she did, wanting to gaze at something other than the jaundiced swamp around her before she lost consciousness.

As she tilted her head back, something snagged at her attention. There, only a short distance away, the remains of a ruin shimmered into focus. Enreila recognized the architecture almost at once, the way a steeple still stood, reaching upwards, seeming to pierce the sky.

Enreila let out a breath, wincing weakly at how such a small action made her wound twinge in protest. She blinked hard, once, and then another time, only to ensure she wasn’t hallucinating. And when she determined that the ruins were, in fact, a church, and not some figment of her imagination, she dragged herself to her feet once more.

“Only a little farther,” she muttered to herself. “Only…a little…”

Enreila fell. But she wouldn’t—no, she couldn’t—let herself drift away now. Using her arms, Enreila began to drag herself forward and slowly, impossibly, the ruined church drew closer.

“Almost…there.” Enreila didn’t know if she was saying the words out loud, or if she was only imagining them. It didn’t matter. Her arms were about to give out, but she was nearly there.

Black spots had begun to dot her vision, starting out as little pinpricks but growing at an alarming pace until they threatened to obscure her vision entirely. It was then that Enreila stopped. Not because she could no longer see, but because a figure had suddenly appeared before her, nearly two feet away from where she was desperately dragging herself through mud and water and rock.

Enreila blinked in confusion.

So bright. It was all she could manage to think in her pain-addled state. The figure before her was so bright and still, she almost thought it a statue. Or perhaps some spirit had found its way to her, so as to carry her to Death.

“Ah, my little lambkin.” The figure spoke softly, yet there was an edge to the voice that had Enreila flinching back, despite the agony the movement caused her. “Now what have you gone and done to yourself?”

Enreila opened her mouth, thinking to respond, but she could force no words from her throat. Only a soft sigh left her—a sound of utter defeat, she thought—before complete darkness finally engulfed her.

[illithilit]

@spiderwarden sent: The High Priestess balanced the little one against her shoulder with the tuck of an arm and the careful hold of a hand against the infant's back. The little one was consistently brought to witness the family rituals and councils - the earliest of exposures to her heritage would produce a more effective noble raising. However the child in question, watched with those wide red eyes the being that stood next to them. A long and curious stare of the tentacles, of their eyes, and the shape of the head. She's never seen one quite like this, and so a small hand untangles from the white hair of her mother's to reach out to touch of the squirreling things hanging from it's face. Drawn completely in by their movement. Cheek lifting from her mother's shoulder when a simple move of the hand toward Methil required more effort. Sos'umptu Baenre shifted to watch, allowing her Little Rune to reach with a small tsking noise but not refuting the infants curiosity as Minthara reaches to tangle her hand in her Grandmother's Advisor. (not me remembering Yvonnel would still actually be alive at this time too. hi. I just wanted to send a prompt.)

          RELIGIOUS CEREMONIES are strictly in the realm of not to be given effort unless directly asked; what the drow consider worship, the Illithid -- Methil in particular -- consider a waste of resources. How much further could their city have grown without the incessant insistence upon offering up lives to a fickle goddess whose rewards were.... What, exactly? Chaos? Needless lines drawn in the sand where usefulness to the whole worked far better? Ah, and one certainly couldn't forget their paltry little magics, either. Those very same that need to be shouted with the casting for them to work, and are, more often than not, conquered without sweat by the psionically gifted. Quite the boon.... But, these thoughts are kept neatly in the slow, mindless coiling and swaying of Methil's tentacles. Yvonnel and him had an understanding, and that would do quite nicely.

          There are, however, plenty of things to be gleaned from those who expect equally bended knee, and not the shadows of danger circling from above, just out of sight. This one seeks ambition above her station -- but hardly has the wit or tenacity to see it through. ( Perhaps, in time, a tool to be utilized. If not... Then a dash of terror makes for quite the delicious meal. ) That one thinks their gazes and straying thoughts do not belie their dividing loyalties, but if Lolth herself has yet to notice, then let it be the better of two manipulators who strikes their kill first.

          In contrast, drow infants are of no consequence. The skulls are soft, but the minds not yet developed enough to have use. It's odd, how helpless their young are when they come into the world -- but they do possess one factor that one must be vigilant over, for the reckless shall have their tenacles pulled. Likely, without any regard for the sensitivity of the limbs or their necessity for life. This movement alone draws Methil's measured gaze off the masses, and to the tiny hand reaching towards its face. All the same..... There is still consideration for the other possibility: some children appear to have a more tempered grip than their counterparts, and may yet grow into a more superior functionality if given enough early clemency. Stillness, therefore, remains over the flayer's person; it neither leans from grasping fingers nor reaches to push them away. Curiosity can be, after all, one of a child's better qualities.

[zestyderg]

OH GOD THE DRAGON IS WRITING AGAIN. This story isn't as long as the corrupted Joe one, and will likely have a second part (otherwise I'll just make regular posts explaining the aftermath)

WARNINGS include: the patrol team being put in perilous situations, ZZ being one of the biggest bastards in the ocean and playing one of the meanest tricks on the patrol team, and a small mention of blood

This had got to be the worst day of his life...

Dino sat there in the dark water, his torso wrapped up tightly by an oversized tentacle. His field of view was nearly taken up entirely by the irritated face of Zongazonga. The great kraken mer eyed his little prisoner, and growled low in his throat, a sound that could easily be mistaken for rumbling thunder.

"Let's try this again. This time, you will answer truthfully. How did you acquire necromancy?"

Dino didn't know what to say at this point. He genuinely had no idea! It just... came to him naturally. Dino growled back at Zongazonga, his own frustration clear. He knew getting angry at someone who could kill him without thought was foolish, but he blurted out his response anyway.

"I'm telling you, that I have NO IDEA. I JUST RANDOMLY FOUND OUT I HAVE IT!" Dino spread his arms out as he shouted just to further prove his point. Not once did he break eye contact with his captor.

Zongazonga watched him, violet eyes scanning for any sign of weakness. When he didn't find any, he let out a snort.

"Fine, perhaps you do speak the truth, but that power of yours is supposed to be mine and mine alone, and I don't exactly feel like simply letting you go. Now, what should I do with a feeble octopus mer whelp with my magic?" Zongazonga lightly tapped his chin spikes with one blood red claw.

Dino really didn't want to hear what awful things the monstrous mer had in mind. He had to keep stalling. His friends would come to save him, surely. They'd come to rescue him, and Zongazonga would have to let him go. But what could he possibly say to keep Zongazonga from killing him before they got here? A thought then crossed his mind.

"Wait! You think I'm an octopus mer, right?!" Dino yelled up at Zongazonga. The giant mer stiffened, then raised a brow.

"What kind of idiotic question is that? You are a runt of an octopus mer, anyone with some semblance of a brain could figure that out," Zongazonga spat.

Dino yelled again, as loudly as his little lungs could muster, "WELL, YOU'RE WRONG! I'M NO OCTOPUS MER, I'M A KRAKEN, JUST LIKE YOU!"

That truly gave the horned behemoth pause. He hummed, like the creaking hull of a wooden ship. He slowly lifted Dino closer to his face, tilting his massive head as he examined the little mer. A kraken mer, like him? Zongazonga did not believe it.

"You lie," he hissed. But the more he looked at this tiny little whelp in front of him, the less he could deny the claim Dino made. Those eyes, slitted like his, and unlike an octopus mer. The growing spikes on his face, exactly like his own too. The necromancy...

Dino was not lying.

Zongazonga was not alone.

The titanic kraken mer's gaze was fixated on Dino, and he remained still as a statue. Shock was written all over his features, and Dino felt the desperate need to look away. This was getting very unnerving. Zongazonga's silence made it worse. Dino gulped nervously, ears drooping a little. His eight tentacles flexed anxiously.

He didn't just seal his fate, did he?

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"YOU WHAT?" Despite her smaller size Stella had easily pinned Billy to the sandy ocean floor. Her claws were fastened into Billy's gloved wrists.

"Look, I-I didn't see 'em swim off, ok? They wanted to go play in the seagrass field and I let 'em, and I took a nap ya see. Didn't expect them to actually leave." The pilot whale mer explained. He struggled to meet Stella's furious gaze.

"I asked you to keep a close eye on them while Terry, Kent and I foraged. You know they are not allowed to stray too far. You KNOW what lies just beyond the seagrass and you let them go anyway," the enraged nurse shark mer hissed between sharp teeth. She dug her claws deeper into his wrists, small trails of blood drifting from the fresh cuts.

"And you took a nap on TOP OF THAT?!" Stella took in deep breaths, doing her best to steady herself before she ripped Billy apart then and there.

"I am going to fetch Joe and look for them. In the meantime, Terry and Kent will watch you, and if I find out that my kids were harmed in any way, I will slice you open, dump you out in the open ocean and let the local fauna have fun eating your entrails. Otherwise, I will simply exile you from the nursery, and you are NEVER TO RETURN. Understand?"

With wide, stunned eyes, Billy nodded frantically.

"GOOD," Stella finally let go of Billy and promptly swam off towards the coral reef. Terry and Kent gave him death stares.

"Dude, we gave you like one job. Why the FUCK would you let your guard down while watching the pups?! Little dudes are out there all by themselves. They must be terrified, especially with that Zongazonga guy swimming around," Kent shuddered. He wanted to help the kids but if Zongazonga was potentially involved then there wasn't much he could do. Joe was the best thing everyone had to keep that kraken in check.

"Consider yourself lucky that Stella didn't kill you then and there. I quite frankly would like to maim you myself, but unlike you, I will actually do my job and simply ensure you can't just leave instead." Every word was laced with venom, and Billy found himself shying away from Terry.

Billy hadn't really cared in the moment. Let the kids do whatever, they'd be fine. What could possibly go wrong? Everything, apparently. He didn't think he deserved death threats over it. Little brats should have the common sense to not put themselves in potential danger and give him a hard time. If they died, they had it coming.

His life was once again ruined, this time by some stupid children. The moment those shark mers turned their backs he was so out of here.

And if he crossed paths with those kids ever again, they would be very, VERY sorry that they'd ever made an enemy of Rockin' Billy.

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Dina swam as fast as her eel-like body could go. Beside her, Todd and Pauleen were doing their best to keep up. Rupert swam up ahead, his seal lower half granting him the speed and agility his friends lacked.

The little leviathan mer was fuming. Zongazonga kidnapped her brother! How DARE he! Now she and her friends had to go and get him back. She should throw Todd at that stupid purple monster. This time she'll have him punch something important. If he did ANYTHING to her brother she would make his life a living hell.

They had immediately went after Zongazonga the moment he snatched Dino and disappeared into the depths. Now they were swimming through murky, oppressive, freezing water, surrounded by a seemingly never-ending field of bones, with no way of knowing if they were going the right way. Dina figured that they would run into Zongazonga's giant body eventually.

The unmistakable silhouette of Zongazonga did soon come into view, and Dina hissed. There the fucker was.

The kids approached the kraken. He laid on his side, one hand propped up his head, his tentacles lazily sprawled out behind him. His gaze fell on the quartet.

"Ah, it seems the whelp's little friends decided to come save him. How admirable," Zongazonga purred. One of his torn ears flicked.

The young mers frantically scanned the immediate area for their friend. The gigantic mer had used one of his tentacles to drag Dino away but now all of them were empty.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DINO?!" Dina roared.

Zongazonga looked up and away as he thought up a response.

"Mmmmmm, I could tell you, but where would be the fun in that?" Zongazonga grinned, revealing jagged, crimson fangs, every tooth larger than each of the kids.

"It would be far more entertaining if you guessed," His grin grew wider.

"What makes you think we're gonna guess?!" Pauleen challenged. "We CAN and WILL make Todd hurt you if you don't answer!" She flared her fins out in defiance. Despite the show of bravery, she couldn't stop her arms from trembling.

Zongazonga sat there, unphased by Pauleen's threat. He chuckled to himself.

"No, do guess, I insist."

A large tentacle slunk towards the group from behind and before they knew it, it rushed forward and snatched Todd up near instantly. The tiny mantis shrimp flailed in protest as he dangled there in the open water. His human half was secured tightly in the kraken's grip, leaving him unable to reach Zongazonga with his smashers. He was defenseless.

Dina, Pauleen, and Rupert rushed to their friend's aid, but yet another massive tentacle shot towards them and they too were quickly caught by Zongazonga.

"TODD!" Dina screeched. She desperately clawed at Zongazonga's tentacle but that did absolutely nothing. She watched her friends try to do the same, only to be met with the same results.

Great, now all of them were trapped.

"You three can go on and make your guesses. As for you," he slowly turned to face Todd. He raised a finger at him, and something shot up from the ocean floor and bound itself to Todd's smashers. Dina and her friends gasped as an assortment of old bones and sinew held those devastating clubs tightly against his body. The faint sickly glow of magic danced along them. Todd couldn't even unfold the smashers anymore.

Zongazonga let them all go, and watched in mild amusement as Todd tried to rip the offending bones off, but to no avail.

He truly was defenseless now.

Uh oh.

The kids huddled close together, eyeing Zongazonga warily. They tried to slowly back away, but they all knew deep down that there was no hope in fleeing.

Rupert whispered harshly in Dina's ear. "Do as Zongazonga says or we may not swim out of here alive, let alone find Dino."

Dina shot Zongazonga a venomous glare but sighed and decided to play along.

"FINE! DID YOU HIDE HIM?! DID YOU HURT HIM?!" The thought of Zongazonga hurting her brother made her want to gouge his eyes out.

"You could say that he's very well hidden. He's quite close by too, I might add," Zongazonga replied smugly. "And I assure you, he is not dead at all."

Zongazonga could just be lying but Dina clung to the thought of her brother still being alive. If Zongazonga was telling the truth, then where the hell was Dino?

It was Rupert who barked another question before she could.

"Well, could you show us, then?"

That horrifying grin crept onto Zongazonga's face once more, and his eyes lit up with delight.

Why did that feel like the wrong question to ask?

"Of coouurse," He drawled, "In fact, I can take you to him, RIGHT NOW!" The kraken mer responded with great enthusiasm.

A sense of dread washed over the pups, and they exchanged worried looks amongst themselves.

Todd was the first to look back at Zongazonga, and his face quickly morphed from worried to mortified in a split second.

"GUYS-"

Everyone switched their focus back to Zongazonga and all of them froze up when they saw Zongazonga's jaws were outstretched as wide as possible.

Wait...

Suddenly, a strong current began to tug at them, and the little mers panicked once they realized the current was pulling them towards that cavernous maw.

No, nonoNONONONONONONO-

HE WAS SUCKING THEM IN!

Dina frantically looked around for anything to hold on to, and forced her way over to an exposed whale ribcage. She wrapped her body around one of the ribs and outstretched her hands towards her friends.

"GRAB ON!" She yelled, trying her best to keep her voice above the whooshing of water from the growing vortex.

Rupert managed to reach her first, and she grasped onto his arm tightly. Then he reached out with the other hand and Pauleen gripped his hand in turn.

Todd struggled to grab onto Pauleen's hand. He desperately tried to fight the strengthening current, but no matter how much he flapped his feathery little shrimp legs, he wasn't gaining any distance.

Pauleen stretched as far as she could, and she thankfully dug her claws into his shirt and held him steady. All of them clung to one another, trying their hardest to not let go. Water roared in their ears as the vortex grew stronger and stronger. To Dina, it was as though they were all caught in a tornado, or a hurricane.

She wasn't sure how long they could keep this up. They couldn't stay like this forever. They'd tire eventually, and when they did?

They were going to die.

It took a moment for everything to really sink in.

They were actually going to die. Dino was probably dead, and now they were going to join him. No one would be coming to save them in time. Not Stella, Terry, and Kent. Not Joe. Not Scatterly. Definitely not Billy. Hell, not even Lola, Lester and Cole. They were going to die.

Dina felt her grip on the bone slipping.

"DINA!! WHAT DO WE DO?!" Pauleen wailed. All of Dina's friends now had eyes on her. The little golden leviathan gave them an apologetic look.

Her body was pulled free from the ribcage, and as they all were dragged through the water and hurtled towards the living, hungry abyss in front of them, Dina hoped that at the very least, their deaths would be quick.

[pomrania]

[A thing about marine predators and scavengers, whale carcasses, and mermaids. Transcription follows.]

It's 4:00 a.m... and I'm a bit frustrated by the ineffectiveness of marine scavengers.

On land when something huge dies, it gets eaten very quickly. Hyenas can strip an elephant carcass clean in less than 48 hours.

But in the ocean, whale carcasses drift around for months before they eventually sink. It's not that no one wants to eat them...

It's mostly a physics problem.

["36 hours after this elephant died", showing a large skull and bones; "2 weeks after this whale died", and the body form is pretty much intact.]

Land animals have gravity privilege. Any random stray dog can tear into a dead cow, no problem, even if the cow is a lot larger.

But when a bunch of sharks come up on the floating whale carcass, it's essentially a game of bobbing for pumpkins... it's not really possible to hold on to it or tear it open.

All they can do is bite off pieces from the outside.

It's not just scavengers. This is a problem for ocean predators too.

Wolves kill bison, tear it open and eat the most nutritious parts first, the organs. They then move on to muscle after organs are gone.

Orcas kill other whales and eat the tongue and the soft flesh of the lower jaw. They're not actually able to open up the body of their own prey to get into the nutritious internal organs, so they leave the rest.

[Diagram of a whale, with divisions shown like a butcher's cuts; the lower jaw is labelled "edible", while all the rest are labelled "nope".]

It's actually super sad if you think about it. Orcas have echolocation. They sounds they make are able to travel through solid objects and bounce back to them, so they can tell what's inside objects.

But this means that orcas can "SEE" all the goodies that are in there, like a kid looking through the window of a candy store.

Just staring at all the delicious organs that they worked hard for but will never get to taste... It's so fucking sad.

But back to the scavengers thing... whale carcasses drift around for months, without anyone really able to get into them.

But this whole thing just bothers me so much, because the ocean has some powerful carnivores with Teeth! Tentacles! Teamwork! ...but none of them have solved the large carcass problem

Millennia of nutritious organs have remained uneaten and left to rot because no one has the ability to get into them. For some reason, the ocean seems to lack this role of large-carcass-opener-creature which we take for granted on land.

And... it makes me wonder if this role has ever been filled. Prehistoric seas had a lot of huge animals too. Was there a lot of floating ichthyosaur carcasses back then?

But you know what could solve this problem? Mermaids. They have hands! And teamwork! And tools!

You see a lot of mermaid art that is just them looking sexy.

But... they have this unrealized potential to take on this deeply lucrative role of top scavenger that nobody else in the ocean seems able to fill.

They'd probably have some kind of mutualistic relationship with sharks, in the same way that vultures lead hyenas to carcasses.

They can potentially utilize the miles of abandoned fishing nets constantly drifting around the ocean to anchor large carcasses as they are cut apart.

Whale carcasses are free sources of food and raw materials with zero risk of being injured during hunts, the way predators so often are.

Also, I don't know if you know this, but here in the US, whale carcass disposal is expensive and politically risky for seaside towns.

The location the dead whale washes up determines who pays for disposal. If the carcass is dragged out to sea and washes back up at a different seaside town, that town can sue the first town.

City officials have to choose between expensive disposal risking a lawsuit, or leaving it and hoping it will wash away on its own, so no one is liable. But leaving it tends to make residents (voters) unhappy.

Mermaids be performing a service!

Why stop at sexy sea maidens when you can take on the much sexier role of salvagers of large floating carcasses?

[End description.]

It’s always been odd to me that there are not any ocean scavengers equipped to take optimal advantage of large carcasses. Like…. in prehistoric times, the oceans were full of huge animals… was this a problem back then too?

[lollipencil]

The Cat-Boy Agenda: What If...Flerken?

This. This what if scenario has been knocking around my head since part 1 of the main fic. Honestly, I would kill for an offical Marvel/TMNT crossover where something akin to this happens.

Enjoy and be gentle

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As the smell of pizza wafted through April's front door, Steven could feel the bottomless pit of his stomach open even wider. His very insides seemed to pulse and writhe eagerly. And the feeling only grew as April came back with several boxes in hand.

"Figured mutation probably burns a ton of calories," she explained as she set them down in the table, "I can also cook up some other stuff if needed." "This should be fine thank you," Steven reassured as, one by one, each box was opened. He'd never seen a pizza so big before. And the sight of multiple had his eyes as wide as they were. "Take from any you want," Leonardo stated, "Everything's going to be eaten anyway." "Hey, pizza's pizza," Michelangelo shrugged. "No point wastin' it," Raphael agreed. Donatello was already halfway through a slice of pepperoni.

The slice of cheese pizza Steven picked was as big, if not bigger than, his hand (paw?). Warmth seeped into the pads of his fingers. The smell filled his nostrils. He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to swell in anticipation. There was an odd feeling that quickly passed, like something worked its way up before retreating back down.

Steven bit down on nothing.

He blinked at his empty hand in disbelief. Then met the staring eyes of the rest of the room. "What was that?" Leo whispered. "What?" "Did- Did you not notice it?!" Michelangelo frowned in confusion. Suddenly, Donnie held out another slice of cheese pizza: "Have another slice."

Cautiously taking it, Steven opened his mouth. This time he spotted the tentacle quickly emerge from his mouth, wrap around the slice, and pull it down his throat. Steven slapped his hands over his mouth in horror: "What the hell is it?!"

"I don't know..." Donnie trailed off. "Can you pull it out again?" Mikey chirrped. "You want it back out here!?" Raph looked at Mikey like he'd just offered to tightrope walk in broad daylight. "It didn't seem to cause Steven any pain as it came out-" "And we'll need to know what it is anyway," Donnie continued for him.

Fear clamped itself around his guts, but Steven had to admit their point. And so, he reached for that feeling. Almost immediately, his mouth was full. His hands trembled slightly as he removed them from his mouth, and opened it.

Multiple large, pinkish-purple tentacles emerged. Dripping and constantly moving slightly, but not uncontrollably. With a mere thought, a single tentacle picked up a slice of BBQ chicken and withdrew back down Steven's throat. A finger touching one made him jolt. "Could you feel it?" April asked, her gloved (when had she done that?) finger still hovering close to it. Steven nodded. "Could be, I don' know, duel-mutation? Like, with a cat and a squid at the same time?" Raph asked, disgust fading away in favour of confused curiosity. "Don't think so," Donnie stated as he withdrew two specimen cups and a swab from his belt, "Tentacles would be external, not like this." He swipped the swab under Steven's tongue, and collected the goo still actively dripping from a tentacle.

As soon as the cups and tentacles were put away, Leo (who had been poking at the tentacles himself) went dead still. And paled to near seafoam. "So, this would be a single creature, then?" "Well, yes," Donnie turned to Leo with clear concern. "Actively roaming the streets of New York? Right now?" "Yeah, there's a ton of stray cats-"

Comprehension mixed with horror swept over the whole room. "I'm calling Casey!" April scrambled for her phone. "It'll take too long! I'm going after him!" Raphael was on his feet and almost out the window before Leo dragged him back inside. "We need a plan!" "Screw your plans, Casey could be in danger!" "Can you remember anything about what happened before you were mutated?" Donnie asked firmly as he gripped Steven's shoulders. "No, I don't know- I don't even know how I ended up in New York!" Steven admitted, feeling his the tentacles squirming inside of him.

"Right!" Leo yelled, still holding Raph firmly, "I'm going with Raph to find Casey! Donnie, you stay here with Steven, try to find out as much as you can about his new anatomy! The more we know, the better! Mikey, you can either stay here, or come with us!" "I'll stay, but call me if you need a bigger search party." "OK!" As soon as Leo's arms opened, Raph was gone, Leo a second after. "I need to get to the lair," Donnie rubbed his temple, "I'll need some equipment. Make sure Steven eats, be back soon." With that, Donnie left the same way.

The silence left behind echoed. "Still can't get through," April muttered as she kept dialing, "He better not have left his phone behind again, I swear..." "Hey, dude." Steven turned to face Mikey, his beak in a sympathetic smile, "It's going to be ok. We handled worst. At least, we've got some warning this time, eh?" Mikey laughed, half genuine, before it petered out. "I'll get some coffee ready," he sighed, "We're all gonna need it."

As he shuffled out of sight, Steven turned to look at the abandoned pizza boxes. Hunger still faintly knawed at his stomach. Did he even have a stomach anymore? He picked up a slice of cheese pizza. This time, he bit into it. And tasted nothing.

[ratedfleur]

⋆˚˖° jay and his birthday gift. °˖˚⋆

tw : tentacle sex and double penetration. | wc : 1.4k

being cursed with tentacles were the last thing on jay’s list. back when his mother had him, she was an adventurous woman who studied all about the world’s greatest wonders, even those in deep waters. 

she caught herself get cornered by one of the great wonders, one with tentacles. and because she kept taunting them, her baby was cursed that if he were to turn of age, he’d have tentacles just like them. 

years later, jay was drinking on his 19th birthday, already drunk enough for him to stumble and slur his words. he had you wrapped around his arm as he drank, letting you rest on his shoulder as you desperately tried to sober yourself up to be able to take your boyfriend home safely.

“baby please, where’s the fun in going home?” jay slurs, eyes blinking at you slowly as you stood up, pulling him along with you as you walked towards the exit. meanwhile jay was whining as he let himself get pulled, whining about how he wanted to drink some more. 

pulling him towards his car, you made sure he was buckled into the passenger seat before you bent down to his level. “i have a present for you back home, ‘kay? so behave.” you mutter, hand brushing back a stray strand of jay’s hair as he smiled goofily at you. 

“mkay..” he mutters, pushing himself up to kiss you blindly, lips smashing messily against yours as he pulled away with a giggle before leaning back on the chair, “let’s go hom..” jay smiles at you drunkenly as you shut the door with a chuckle before sitting yourself in the driver’s seat.

it didn’t take long to get out of the party street of the city, now, the wind was howling amidst the silence of the night. with jay’s hand on your thigh, you hummed as you drove with a slow pace knowing you still had alcohol in your system.

you were simply driving not until jay’s fingers became restless against your thigh, touching you in multiple places at once. clicking your tongue, “honey, stop it.” you warn him as you eyed jay who merely smiled at you with his eyes closed, humming at you as a response.

jay was usually touchy and handsy no matter if he was drunk or not, always loving to have you near him whenever he could. 

fingers inching closer towards your clothed cunt, you whine as you shut your thighs around jay’s hand, trying to stop jay from moving any further. you squirmed in your seat, shuddering when you feel jay’s other hand try to spread your legs, and that’s when you felt a third hand.

looking down your lap with a whine, you see a piece of a long dark blue flesh wrapped around your waist, just placed atop your left thigh meanwhile another of the blue flesh was on your right thigh, trying to pry your thighs open for jay’s hand to be able to come in contact with your cunt. 

shivering as you felt them move against your thigh, your right hand smacks jay’s thigh, making the man jolt in surprise as he sleepily opened his eyes, “whatever prank this is, stop it. i-it can wait..” you shudder when the tickle crawls up your back, making your thighs unlock themselves. 

“what prank? i'm just touching your thigh—“ jay says to you before he saw the blue flesh-like tentacles move against your thigh, locking in your thigh in the tentacles as they forced them open, watching as another blue tentacle replaced his hand, taking his arm away from your cunt as if he wasn't holding your thigh earlier.

"t-those aren't mine.." jay stuttered as he watched the tentacles touch you, his head whips up when he hears you whine, eyes widening when the tentacles continue to touch you.

the blue flesh was strong, strong enough to rip your skirt in the middle, then destroying your lingerie in one tug. it gets you gasping when one of the tentacles reaches for your cunt, then dividing into three, two tentacles part your lips before the other slithers towards your hole, toying with it as you shook.

meanwhile jay was flabbergasted, he kept looking behind him to look wherever the tentacles came from, to his surprise as he reached behind his back, the tentacles emerged from his lower back, there were eight circles on them, three had the tentacles out meanwhile the other five were still in him. "honey.. i need you in me.." you whine, gasping when a tentacle starts to toy with your hole, flicking back and forth against you as it leaked with slick, making you shake as your body comes in contact with the slick.

not knowing what to do, jay panics as he unbuckles himself from his seatbelt, he slowly got up and tried to focus on the tentacles that moved by themselves. now, two of the tentacles were holding your thighs apart, showcasing your cunt to the smaller tentacle that was flicking back and forth against your hole, merely teasing you.

jay tried to figure out how to control the tentacles, searching for the controls in the back of his mind– and that's when another tentacle emerged from behind him, sliding over to his waist as though it was waiting for controls.

he makes them release slick, getting your cunt incredibly wet as you released your own slick as you bucked your hips against the flesh. the smaller tentacle slowly slides into your cunt, making you gasp when the small tentacle starts to grow bigger inside of you, slowly morphing into a huge cock. you could feel every ridge and vein as if it was a real cock inside of you.

jay couldn't take it, he made the newly emerged tentacle slither towards your back entrance, toying with the entryway that refused to let it in. releasing more slick, your hole loosened up as you let the tentacle enter your ass, making you gasp out jay's name as the tentacles further went deeper inside of you, each piece of flesh exploring your insides.

sighing in content, your body went pliant in the tentacles– jay's tentacles, letting them touch you however they liked. they explored your body, covering your body in the slick they released, just like an aphrodisiac that kept your body burning with lust as they fucked you with their slick.

"honey, could you take me too?" jay asked as he moved over the armrest, kneeling in between your open legs. hearing you moan as a response, another of jay's tentacles emerge from his back to push the back of your head to sit up, forcing your head near jay's crotch as he took himself out of his jeans, cock slapping against his pelvis before he eases his cockhead towards your open mouth, letting his tentacle push you down on his cock, forcibly bobbing your head up and down his cock.

with jay fucking your mouth and two of his tentacles fucking your holes hard and deep, your eyes were rolling by the time jay pokes the back of your throat and sensitive spots inside of you, moaning and nearly gagging around jay's cock that has the man moaning before abruptly spurting cum and more slick into all three of your holes, making you quiver as you struggled to take everything that jay gave you.

pulling away from your mouth shakily, jay pats your head comfortingly when you pull away from him with a cough, he smiles at you apologetically when you looked up at him with a pout. lying back on the seat, your thighs visibly shake when jay's tentacles slowly pull themselves out of your hole, leaving behind traces of their slick as they went back into his body. the other two that was wrapped around your thighs unwrapped themselves from you, they briefly rubbed the spots that were red from how tight they were holding you earlier before retreating back into jay's body as he shivered when all of his tentacles are inside of him.

"what the fuck just happened.." you say with a pant as you reached up to cup your pussy when you feel yourself releasing the slick out of you. jay nibbles on his top lip as he reaches for his lower back, feeling the warm circles on his skin, "no clue, honey. i've got no clue." he replies.

[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno, Na Jaemin

Chapter Three

Anti-Venom! Jaemin x human! reader x human! Jeno

Synopsis:

Jeno thought he had his whole life together and was on his journey of uncovering great scientific discoveries when he got the job in a top secret governmental research center. But his life gets turned over like a snowglobe when the alien in his facility escapes in the midst of a power outage, and if things couldn’t get any worse, he becomes the host of this alien, and the only things he knows about this alien is that he’s name is Jaemin and he’s most definitely a psychopath, psychology wasn’t his major, but it won’t take one to know how crazy he is. There’s no way of escape other than to learn to live with the madness, maybe something could tame Jaemin, or someone?

warnings: DUB CON, aphrodisiacs, tentacles, mentions of ovipositioning, etc.

a/n: DON’T READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE THEMES MENTIONED ABOVE, ANY HATE MESSAGES WILL NOT BE TOLERATED, THANK YOU. and sorry for the late update, mental health has been shit lately, yeah...

Jaemin couldn't really sleep in this home, that’s the issue, home, he hasn't been in an environment where he could actually deem a ‘home’ for so long, and sleeping in someone else’s only reminds him of his life back when Doyoung was still alive.

Jeno slept soundly inside him after coming to terms with himself, through thorough observation, of course, that Jaemin wouldn't kill you in your sleep, but on the other hand, Jaemin himself was restless, looking around the tiny apartment you’ve made into a home, taking in the photographs that decorate your walls, all of them had the same kind looking old woman, your grandmother, Jaemin assumes, he watches enough dramas to recognise what’s a grandma, his home planet rarely ever produced off springs the traditional method, the old women on his planet lacked, of a better word, the maternal feels he gets from mothers and grandmothers on this planet, the only person he knows that was conceived naturally was Yuta, it was a given, being in the royal family came with traditions. Jaemin brushes the thought of his old planet aside, focusing back on the photos you have on display.

Jaemin watches you grow up into the young adult you are today through the many photos over the years, noting how your smile never changed as long a you were with your grandmother, Jaemin tried looking for photos of your parents, but came up with none, where were they?

Jaemin doesn’t have parents, having bred out of some lab for the sake of having more men in the military, he only knew one out of all the eggs that he was in the same batch with, and that was Doyoung, and they had known only because they were assigned in the same base and someone was kind enough to tell them, Doyoung was Jaemin’s only known family, and now he's...gone.

Jaemin sighs, mindlessly following the photos until he reached your door, he could hear your heartbeat in a stable motion as you slept, Jaemin turned the doorknob, but obviously you had locked it, he knew he shouldn't have pried, but he was curious of you, and so he picked the lock of your door and let himself in quitely.

Jaemin could see you sleeping soundly on your bed, the blanket pulled up, a big teddy bear wrapped in your arms, you looked so angelic at that moment, Jaemin had caught himself frozen in spot before he catches himself, moving forward, he carefully climbs into your bed, careful to not wake you.

He sits beside you, a hand coming up to brush away the strands of stray hairs, he likes your face when you're not scared, so peaceful, oh how he wants to keep you for himself, like his very own pet.

You were broken out of your peaceful sleep when you felt a weight next to you, you peered your eyes open to see the unfortunately, familiar face, you almost screamed if it wasn’t for Jaemin silencing you with his hand, silencing you with a pout on his lips, a stark contrast from the quivering ones in his hold.

“I was just appreciating how beautiful you are when you don't scream, don't ruin the moment for me would you?” Jaemin said, almost tauntingly, but it was true, you do look much more beautiful when you’re not cowering in fear, but that is somewhat his fault, he admits.

Your freshly roused mind only registered the fact that he had called you beautiful. You could feel butterflies erupting in your tummy despite the fear in your head, your heartbeat speeding up, damn him for being an attractive human, even though this is obviously not his true form.

Wait, what are you thinking?

When you regained your senses and start trashing in his hold, Jaemin summoned his limbs and tied you up in his hold, your eyes darting between his ‘limbs’ that are now wrapped around your hands and legs, to how it stretches to his back, where those things sprout out.

“When will you ever learn to be a good girl?” Jaemin chides, “guess I'll just have to bend you to my will the hard way, but you'll probably enjoy it, sweet girl,” Jaemin said before you see a particular looking limb coming out from the side of his clothed stomach, slithering out of his shirt to reveal itself to be an oddly shaped thicker one, the thing faces you, most likely commanded by Jaemin, it pokes at your mouth, willing you to open it.

You quickly dart your head left and right, trying your best to avoid it, but Jaemin persists, going as far as summoning two thinner limbs to pry open your mouth before shoving it in.

Jaemin coos at the way you wrap your lips around him, your mouth stretching so wide for him, your eyes have tears prickling at its corners, not knowing what to do but panic, was he going to kill you by suffocating you?

Before you could overcome the panic and screams, you felt the appendage expanding before liquid gushes into your mouth, the texture and taste very honey like, like watered down honey, freely flowing down your throat.

You didn't know what the side effects were until you felt your body grow sluggish, you could no longer trash in his hold without overexerting yourself, then you felt yourself getting lightheaded, your sight slowly became distorted, like someone placed rose tinted glasses over your eyes.

You let go of yourself in this haze that's surprisingly tranquil, this must be how drugs feel like, fully submitting into what Jaemin has committed into doing to you. Jaemin is smiling at you so beautifully, the smile genuine, yet obviously cunning, you find him so beautiful this way, the affection in his eyes, all for you, you willingly open your mouth for more, sucking onto the smooth and warm skin.

Jaemin could feel his heart bursting at the sight, he thought humans were dumb and hardheaded species, but the sight of you like this, being under his influence by the aphrodisiac he gave you, he just wants more.

Jaemin could feel Jeno waking up before he hears the boy scream.

‘Get your tentacle out of her mouth!’

“Shut up, Jeno, this is what calms her down, am I right, my sweet girl?” Jaemin retorted, feeling pride swell when he saw you nodding your head as best as you could in this situation.

‘The last time you fed someone aphrodisiac we had to extract your eggs out of someone's ass, you dim witted beast!' Jeno retorted, reminding him of the painful sight Jeno had to endure, shoving tongs into someone’s ass was something Jeno wanted to erase from his mind.

“Oh please, the lot of you could've given me a woman, that stupid guy just kept screaming about how his ass was going to be permanently loose,” Jaemin muttered in distaste.

‘You're forcing yourself onto her, you monster,' Jeno said firmly, mad that he couldn't do anything to stop it, Jeno can't control or try to shake off Jaemin’s control when it's not his two hands and legs.

“I'm not going to touch her, like I said, it's just to calm her down, I don't need to force myself onto anyone, everyone just throws themselves at me, Jeno, watch and learn,” Jaemin said before deciding to detach himself away from you, your lips red and puffy, mouth smeared with the opaque liquid.

“Look at you, what a messy eater,” Jaemin teased, wiping your face clean of the aphrodisiac with your blanket, eyes zeroing on the bulge in your lower stomach where the blanket wasn’t concealing your body.

Jaemin reaches a hand out to touch it, jiggling it slightly, proud of himself for filling you up.

“Get some sleep, I'll have Jeno make you something to eat when you wake,” Jaemin said before you felt yourself dozing back to sleep, warmth in your belly and oddly enough, heart.

Jaemin had never intended for things to go any further, he doesn’t enjoy it when someone isn’t begging for his touch, and you’ll soon be pliant and on your knees for him, he just needs to give you a few more nudges, he’s sure.

The next time you roused, Jaemin was carrying a cup of instant noodles, a somewhat caring smile on his face, but you never know what to think of him, you can never tell what's he's going to do to you next.

“Eat up, this is the only thing that Jeno boy could make,” Jaemin said, reaching for your hand to guide you to your small vanity table, sitting you down, not knowing that this isn't a bedroom dining table.

“I... who’s Jeno?” you asked, did he capture someone new just to cook?

“Oh, the boy who's body I’m using, I’m a symbiote, and unfortunately, I need him to survive,” Jaemin told you, taking a seat on your bed, surprised at how soft it is, he thought the sofa was soft enough, humans really do know how to enjoy life, don't they?

“Is he...alive?” you asked, suddenly feeling a little sick at the thought of a corpse in your house, Jaemin wouldn’t go that far...right? He hasn’t killed you, yet.

“Of course he's alive, he just made you food,” Jaemin retorted, he doesn’t know why he felt offended, yes he did kill and blow up that lab, but Jeno, in all his goodness, did not participate in torturing him nor mocking him in the midst of his imprisonment, well he did think of killing him the very first day, and maybe yesterday, but he doesn’t think he'd be able to tolerate any human that isn't the two of you, hell he can't even stand his own kind, speaking of which...

“Are you thinking of a way to go home?” you asked breaking him away from his train of thoughts, watching him carefully, his expressions changed as quick as the weather in that short span of silence between the two of you, what was he thinking?

“Home? My planet is no longer a home, it used to be, until my bother was left to die in battle,” Jaemin said, what's the harm in letting you know? A part of him wants an input of your thoughts, Jaemin hasn’t spoken to anyone in ages, he’s dying for some attention.

“What happened?” you asked, curiosity peaking, but also empathy, you didn't think a deranged alien could have a sorrowful past too, wait...why are you pitying him? Are you crazy?

“He and a team were tasked to observe something up close, it was an ambush from our enemies, his partner left him to die while he ran away freely, I killed him, that's how I ended up being banished, trapped and sent away in a ship with limited energy, that was also how I was picked up by humans, I thought I had a chance of survival, but it ended something worse than death, and now I'm finally free,” Jaemin ended, sparing the details of his episode during the massacre he had condone in the lab, he doesn’t need to scare you any further, not after threatening to snuff your life out not too long ago.

“I'm sorry you had to go through all that,” you didn't know why you felt remorse towards a cold blooded alien, maybe it was the fact that his brother died, maybe it was because he took care of you despite in the process of crossing some boundaries, his insanity must be infectious.

“What about you, sweetheart? What happened to your loved ones?” Jaemin asked, looking at another photo of you and your grandmother, the one sitting on your vanity table.

“My parents were killed by robbers breaking into the house at night, police say it might have been just a cover up, until this day the killers weren't found and the reason wasn’t uncovered,” you told him, a short version of the story you've retold many times.

“Guess we have something in common, don't we?” Jaemin said humourlessly, pain in his eyes.

Jeno didn't know what to think of what he just heard and felt from Jaemin’s emotions, he didn't stop once to think that Jaemin could feel empathy towards a human, he has never showed signs of empathy in researches they had conducted, but here he was now, talking heart to heart to a girl he’s holding hostage.

“If I ever find out who that person is I'll kill them for you, sweetheart, but for now, I'm going to take a rest here,” Jaemin said before curling up in your bed, the scent of you somewhat calming, drifting into sleep.

“Wake up! Wake up!” you hear someone whisper as you registered someone shaking your shoulders, you had fell asleep back in your bed after finishing the noodles, too tired and it was way too early to wake up anyways.

Your eyes shot open to reveal a young boy around your age, but unlike Jaemin who although looked borderline crazy, didn't look tired in the slightest, but this boy, who you take a guess is, Jeno, has bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days.

“Jeno?” you asked, still hazy albeit, you can feel your heartbeat picking up, the adrenaline from being awaken so abruptly fueling you quicker than caffeine.

Jeno nods, trying to usher you out of your bed.

“Jeno, I can’t, he's a victim too, he needs help in moving on from his brother’s death, you know that,” you argued, your hands wrapped around Jeno’s triceps, the muscle stretched taunt.

“What if he kills you?” he asked, “I have no choice because he’s trapped in my body, but you have a choice,” he reminded you, you really pity him, having to put up with him unwillingly.

“He's already healed, if he wanted to kill me, he would've made the move, he swore to kill me but he didn’t, I can change his mind, if I'm here, the chances of him harming other people are lesser,” you argued.

Jeno knew you had a point, if you took his advice and left, Jaemin would definitely wake up and set out on a killing spree in Seoul just to look for you, he could feel it, his possessiveness over you, it was something he never thought possible when he first met the alien.

That's when he felt Jaemin waking up, a tingle behind his neck, he quickly urged you to go back to sleep, to act like this conversation never took place.

‘Why are you awake and staring at her like that, Jeno? Are you secretly a pervert like the lab rats I killed?’ Jaemin taunted before forcing Jeno back inside, finally viewing you through his own sight instead of Jeno’s.

“Beautiful,” Jaemin muttered to himself as he took in your bare legs and smooth flesh, flesh that can easily be punctured by his bare hands.

“Humans are so weak, so fragile... but that's why they appreciate life, how naïve, but I won't let anything happen to you sweetheart,” Jaemin had said it so quietly, if you weren't awake you wouldn't have heard him.

Jaemin lays a kiss on the tip of your ears, you had to act like you were woken up by the action, eyes fluttering.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked, not beating around the bush, but if this question angers him, you'll be saying goodbye to your grandmother.

“No, I'm not, we’re alike, sweetheart, you and I are the ones that are wronged,” Jaemin said before scooping you up easily in his arms, inhaling the sweet scent at your neck.

Jaemin isn't going to hurt you, that much you knew, others might think you're off your rocker for welcoming someone like this into your life, but when will you ever hear a man professing his willingness to kill for you?

Yeah, you’re definitely crazy.

a/n pt2: sorry for the short update, the next one would probably be longer, thank you for waiting!

[rocorambles]

Until Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Sea Warlock!Akaashi, Mermaid Reader, Non-Con/Rape, Mind Control, Body Modification

Summary: As a little girl you’ve always dreamed of marriage, but maybe you should have been more careful of who you decided to exchange eternal vows with.

This is for @terushimooo's Aquatic August collab. Happy swimming~

You love Itachiyama, love waking up and seeing the endless sea of blue, love waving down at all the sea creatures, sirens, mermaids, and so much more who cheerfully greet you. You love Itachiyama and Itachiyama loves you, the citizens of your kingdom eagerly calling your name and shoving free samples of tasty food and merchandise in your hand as you swim by the marketplace, excited to interact with their favorite (and only) princess.

But as much as you genuinely love your realm, you’ve always been too curious for your own good, your sheltered life forcing your imagination to go wild as you listen intently to merchants and travelers from out of town who tell you about corners of the ocean and sea creatures you’ve never even heard of.

There’s a limit to how much pretty words and mental images can satisfy you and your cousins Sakusa and Komori roll their eyes and sigh when you begin to repeatedly try sneaking out from their protective watch, eager to experience what lies beyond the borders of your safe haven.

It’s a comic joint effort between the citizens, your cousins, and the royal guards as they all work to keep you as safe as they can. It becomes a game of sorts, one that they all begrudgingly begin to enjoy, and laughter fills the kingdom when citizens take turns cheering for you or your cousins as Sakusa and Komori rapidly swim after you, leaving ripples and bubbles in your wakes as your tails flick back and forth.

They’re hesitant to let you wander off on your own at first, the creatures of your realm and the palace guards begging you to at least let them accompany you when you’re insistent about exploring the surrounding areas. Sakusa scolds you, always dragging you back to the palace when you do manage to escape, although you hide your smile when you see how he wordlessly takes all your new discoveries from you and carries them back for you. Komori also nudges you back when he’s the one sent to find you, although he always lets you wander around for a while longer when he does locate you, indulging your whims before finally enticing you back home with the promise of a new seashell necklace, his treat.

But over time they begin to relax, just wishing you safe travels and exploring when they do see you ready to slip past the border, Sakusa and Komori reminding you not to stray too far and not to stay out too late when their schedules don’t permit them to leave with you.

You love meeting new people, exploring new towns, seeing the sights outside of the bubble you’ve grown up in. But novelty wears off and even the surrounding territories begin to become familiar to you, an old itch beginning to creep inside of you once again, a desire to see even more churning inside of you. And it’s that yearning inside of you that has you secretly wandering in a different direction one day, going far further than you’ve ever been before, leading you to Akaashi’s lair.

Akaashi sees you long before you even realize you’re in his territory and he’s intrigued to say the least. He can’t even count the number of greedy, selfish, desperate souls who’ve sullied his grounds, disgustingly groveling at his feet, whining for their wishes and desires to be granted. But you? You’re different. He can tell just by how unaware and genuinely curious you are as your eyes flit about the unknown area, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the site of different coral and species of fish you’ve never seen.

You’re not here for him. He’s sure you don’t even know exactly whose lands you’ve naively fluttered upon. And before he even realizes what he’s doing, his legs have transitioned into a mass of swirling tentacles, rocketing him towards your direction.

When’s the last time he’s talked to someone outside of the lowlife scum who begged and pleaded for his help? When’s the last time he was able to enjoy another’s company? The warmth of another’s body entwined with his?

There’s a painful tug at his heart when he sees how you tense at his presence, fear lacing your gaze when you connect the mass of glossy black tentacles on his lower half and his piercing blue orbs to his true identity.

It’s not hard to understand exactly who you’re face to face with, the rumors of the sea warlock’s appearance and reputation having spread far and wide. You’ve always been horrified by the stories you’ve heard. Maybe it’s because you’re far too simple-minded, far too easily satisfied as both your cousins fondly tease you about. But you can’t imagine wanting anything enough to give up your voice, your tail, your ability to love and laugh.

You know Akaashi only takes from those who seek his help, that you technically have nothing to fear. But you still cower in front of him, folding your tail in front of you and clutching it to your chest, a small silly part of you scared that he’d snatch it away from you.

The gesture makes Akaashi laugh and you stare wide-eyed at the handsome creature in front of you, your tail slowly flopping from your arms and floating freely as you let the lovely tinkle of his laugh echo around you.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on taking your tail. Unless you’ve come here for me to grant a request?”

You furiously shake your head from side to side, still a little apprehensive as he sends a small amused smile your way. But as he continues talking, you can feel the tension ease from your body, your body matching Akaashi’s pace as he gives you a tour of his neck of the woods. He’s so well-spoken, a soothing tone to his voice that easily lulls you into a sense of peace as you eagerly listen to him tell you about the local wildlife and terrain.

He tells you stories of worlds and creatures you can’t even begin to fathom. He tells you of life above the waters and in the sky. And you find yourself returning back to him over and over again, although it would be a lie to say it’s purely out of a desire to learn more.

Your curiosity is as insatiable as always, but you get distracted more often than not when Akaashi speaks. You get lost staring at that striking face and into those gorgeous eyes. Your eyes glitter in awe as he effortlessly transitions between gracefully swimming upon a mass of tentacles to fluttering two human legs in the sea, appendages you’ve never seen before.

You’re falling fast and hard for the sea warlock and you don’t think there’s any going back.

Akaashi knows there’s no going back.

He’d fallen for you the second you had opened up to him, the moment you had seen him as just another creature to befriend instead of a wish given genie whose only purpose was to dole out wishes. And he’s not ignorant to the way your eyes wander across his figure, his face, how you badly try to hide your growing attraction to him.

So it only makes sense that he doesn’t resist temptation anymore now that he knows the feelings are mutual and he hungrily lets his tentacles wind around your waist, pulling you towards him so he can embrace you in his warms, closing his eyes in bliss as your barely covered torso presses against his own bare chest. One of his hands snakes to unclasp your seashell top while his lips devour yours, sighing at how sweet you taste.

But he grimaces in displeasure when your tail begins to wildly flail from side to side, your hands annoyingly pressing against his chest. And he pulls back, brows furrowed as he tries to understand what’s wrong, only to scowl when he sees hesitation tinged with fear in your pretty eyes.

He thought you were far beyond this point. What is there to be scared of? Why are you so skittish? But he hasn’t gotten as far as he has by blowing his fuse so he forces his tentacles to relinquish you, lightly replacing them with his hands as he brings you over to his bed, letting you sit on his lap and tuck your head under his chin as he gently rubs his thumbs soothingly over your waist.

It’s a good sign that you feel comfortable enough to bury your face in his chest and he lets you sit there silently, waiting for you to speak up. And his patience is rewarded when you nervously draw aimless partners on his skin as you begin to talk.

He bites back a laugh when you ramble on about how you’ve never even had a boyfriend before, never done more than platonically hug and kiss your family and friends. This is all so new to you and isn’t it too fast, too soon? What even are the two of you? Does he even like you? Love you? You don’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost. You want to date, get married, have a family. Only married people can do the things...the things that…

You trail off in embarrassment, unsure how to even phrase things you’ve only whispered about in hushed voices with your friends, that you’ve never experienced for yourself before. But your face heats when a low chuckle reverberates in your ears, gasping when one of Akaashi’s hands digs into your skin, the other traveling sensually up your spine before roughly grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss that’s all heady hunger that leaves you breathless.

It would be so easy to just give in, to melt and moan as his nails threaten to pierce your skin, his arms caging you against him until all you can feel, see, and smell is him. Your tongues entangle with each other and you gasp when his fingers begin to slip under a seashell, the other hand teasing the transition of skin to scale. But when he begins to tweak a nipple and palm your ass, you’re jolted back to reality, the morals of chastity and purity you’ve been raised with battling against the temptation of Akaashi’s touch.

“Wait, Keiji. Wait!”

This time there’s no hiding his irritation and you flinch at the annoyance in his eyes as he stares you down, a coldness in his face you’ve never seen before. But you press on, believing that if he truly cared for you, he’d understand. All your girlfriends had told you that if you found the right one, they’d be patient, they’d wait until you were ready.

“I- I really like you, but I don’t think I’m ready for this yet. I want to go on dates, get engaged, get married. And maybe it’s old-fashioned, but I want our first time to be our wedding night, after we’ve said our vows and promises to be together forever.”

“You want to be together forever?”

Akaashi can’t help but smile at the hopeful look in your eyes when you nod your head in affirmation.

“Then until death do us part.”

You’ve always wondered what magic would look or feel like and now you know. You whimper as you feel something powerful, something foreign surge through you, Akaashi’s eyes glowing far more than they should, the shadows of his cave seeming to grow and loom over the two of you. There’s a searing pain on your lower abdomen and the expanse of your chest and you scream as it fills like your tail is being torn into two.

And suddenly there’s a feeling of something wrapping around your heart, an ache between your legs-

Your legs?

You stare in horror, tears forming in your eyes when you see your beautiful tail replaced by two legs, strange black markings permanently engraved over your womb, the scrawl of Akaashi’s name taunting you from its loving placement above your heart.

“Don’t cry, my love. Look we can match now. Consider it a reminder of our new beginning together, the start of the rest of our lives.”

This is a mockery of everything you’ve believed a marriage to be and you only sob harder as Akaashi pins you on your back, his legs in between yours pushing them apart. But he tires of your pained and agonized cries and you gasp as the new markings decorating your skin begin to glow blue. Fear is replaced with lust and all you can think of is Akaashi, all you want is Akaashi, all you need is Akaashi.

There’s just enough of your own will to know this isn’t right, this isn’t truly you. But you can’t do anything against your body and mind’s cravings, the way you instinctively lean into every kiss, every touch. Is this how it always feels? You can’t tell if the delirious pleasure you’re feeling is normal or if it’s being heightened by whatever incantation Akaashi has you under. But you can’t bring yourself to care about the details, not when your eyes are rolling back in your head, something slick leaking from between your new limbs as Akaashi makes his way down your body, mouth and fingers lapping at your new slit.

Your chest heaves, nipples standing at attention, gleaming with Akaashi’s saliva as your body contorts as he continuously pumps in and out of you, adding finger after finger until it feels like you’re going to burst. You don’t even recognize the wanton cries in the air as your own, lewd whines of “Keiji, Keiji, Keiji” filling the air. And then there’s a snap, your body going rigid as something coils tight inside of you before you’re wailing, body thrashing and convulsing around the four digits stuffed inside of you, your arousal coating Akaashi’s fingers and dripping down his wrist.

You hate how wrong it feels to be empty, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of his fingers as he pulls them out. But you flinch at the sight of Akaashi seductively licking his skin clean of your mess, desire making his eyes dark as he contently hums at your taste. You try to use his distraction as a chance to slowly crawl away, but you let out a surprised cry when strong hands drag you back in place, spreading your legs once again.

“We’re not done with our wedding night yet, darling.”

Something hard and thick nudges at your entrance and you struggle anew to no use as your markings glow blue once more. And suddenly you’re pliant and aroused all over again, overwhelmed tears streaming down your face as despair and lust mix together, only heightening the dizzying feeling of having Akaashi’s cock balls deep inside of you. It’s too much, too soon and yet it’s not enough, desire pulsing inside of you, need making you go mad.

But it doesn’t matter what you want or how you feel and Akaashi reminds you of that as he uses your body to chase his own end, hips thrusting in and out of you, cock dragging against your oversensitized walls. On and on he goes, following through with a relentless, brutal pace, spurred on by your lewd moans and the way your nails draw blood as you claw at him, body trying to ground itself in any way.

You’re tumbling over the edge once more and what husband would he be to not join his lovely new wife over that precipice of pleasure? So he follows you down, groaning and burying his face in your neck with a kiss as he thrusts one last time, sinking deep inside of you as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

Reality sinks in as the blue glow emblazoned on you begins to dim until only skin and dark markings are left and disgust makes your guts churn. All you want to do is curl up into a ball. All you want is to be back home with your cousins, joking with Komori, being a brat to Sakusa. All you want is to go back in time, go back to the carefree days of innocence and fluttering your tail when Akaashi was just a faceless name.

But there’s no going back and all you can do is lie there and accept your fate as Akaashi reverently kisses and caresses his marks on your body.

Until death do you part.

[silverflame2724]

WWX doesn't die, he is found and taken captive by the Jin Sect but spends 13 years in a coma under lock and key until he wakes up to interrogate. When the truth about the JGY is revealed, JL recruits LWJ to ferret out whatever else the Jins had been hiding, discovering the still comatose WWX. WWX is taken to Gusa in hopes of waking him up no one has much hope but then WWX stirs when LWJ plays Wangxian...

Jin Guangshan was, to put it lightly, pissed when they brought back a comatose Wei Wuxian from the Siege. After all, what he was after was Wei Wuxian’s genius. His inventions. And how could they possibly access them with him asleep?

Jin Guangyao had considered torture, at first, to try and wake him up. And he tried to get his subordinates to do it but they couldn’t even get close, intimidated by the resentful energy-soaked aura emanating from Wei Wuxian.

So Jin Guangyao had taken it into his own hands.

…….And failed miserably.

He couldn’t even touch the unconscious man before resentful energy lashed out at him, leaving deep, viscous, slow-healing wounds all over his arms. And any means of torturing him out of sleep from a distance was taken out of his hands, literally, by resentful tentacles.

When he brought Xue Yang in to try and wake Wei Wuxian up, the resentful energy he commanded made the situation a whole lot worse as the resentful energy leaking from Wei Wuxian wrapped him up protectively and crystalized the man in resentful energy.

“Well!” Xue Yang exclaimed cheerfully. “This is quite interesting. I’ve never seen resentful energy act so protectively before! And as much as I’d love to study this, I don’t think the resentful energy is willing to let me get close.” Just as he said this, a tentacle whipped out and sliced across Xue Yang’s cheek.

Jin Guangyao sighed, herding Xue Yang out and locking the room up. Wei Wuxian will have to wake up eventually. I just have to be patient. The injuries Wei Wuxian had weren’t terrible and with how strong Wei Wuxian’s golden core was, it’s only a matter of time before he heals. Perhaps he’ll wake up then.

But he didn’t. He never did. 

...................................

After all the lies had been revealed and Jin Guangyao had been condemned and killed, Jin Ling decided to look through Jin Guangyao’s belongings, just in case there was more forbidden stuff that needs to be taken care of. Of course, he didn’t want to go in without any protection cause who knows what’s there! (Maybe there was another Wen Ning?) So he asked Hanguang-Jun to help him. He would ask his jiujiu, but he had been oddly despondent after hearing Jin Guangyao’s taunts that none of this would have happened had he trusted Wei Wuxian more. So asking jiujiu was out of the question!

Besides, Hanguang-Jun looked like he needed something to do.

In the end, they found a lot of stuff pertaining to demonic cultivation and restoring the Seal. As well as a warded diary containing dirt on a lot of sect leaders. 

As Jin Ling wandered around, he heard a sudden shaking and worried about an earthquake until he turned around to see Hanguang-Jun staring at the entrance to a room that wasn’t there before. As soon as the man stepped in, he made a wounded sound that Jin Ling had never heard before before rushing in.

Jin Ling had the inkling that he probably shouldn’t follow, but curiosity got the better of him. 

The room looked well-furnished and had all the makings of a bedroom, but that’s not what caught Jin Ling’s attention. Instead, it was a man encased in black crystal.

“Wei Ying.....” Hanguang-Jun seemed to sob. “Wei Ying......”

Wei Ying? As in, Wei Wuxian? My supposed deceased Dajiu???? What the hell is he doing here? Oh wait. That was a stupid question. Looking at all the material on demonic cultivation, Jin Guangyao probably wanted to get some information about it from him......

Considering there was nothing else in the room, Jin Ling silently made his exit. He felt like he shouldn’t have seen Hanguang-Jun crying. Oh well.

He busied himself gathering the stray papers and manuscripts and stuffed them into his qiankun pouch. He didn’t want to touch the dangerous looking stuff.

There was a sound, much like the shattering of glass, and Hanguang-Jun exited the room, a pale, but breathing Wei Wuxian cradled in his embrace.

They packed up the remaining objects in the room and left. After making sure Jin Ling had everything in order, Hanguang-Jun unsheathed Bichen and left without another word. Seeing the wide-eyed gazes of a few Jin elders, Jin Ling sighed. Wei Wuxian’s survival probably won’t be a secret anymore now.

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Lan Wangji could hardly believe his eyes when he first saw Wei Ying. He had thought he was dreaming or this was some cruel sort of curse. But it wasn’t. 

The feel of the resentful energy coursing throughout the crystal literally shocked him so he was sure he wasn’t dreaming. He touched Wei Ying’s face through the crystal.

“Wei Ying.....” He cried. “Wei Ying.....” You’re alive. You’re really alive.......

After some time, he pulled himself together. He had to figure out how to transport Wei Wuxian to Gusu to figure out how to break the crystal......

The crystal shattered abruptly, startling Lan Wangji. He was about to catch Wei Ying, when the resentful energy did it for him, causing Wei Ying to float in the air for a bit, before carrying him over to Lan Wangji and dropping him in his arms.

Lan Wangji was bewildered at the resentful energy’s actions, but nevertheless, that solved the issue of getting Wei Ying out of here. 

He barely registered Jin Ling fluttering about the room, absentmindedly sealing and packing away the dangerous objects. He helped Jin Ling settle the items they found in the secret room before taking off to Gusu without another word. 

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Wei Ying did not wake up no matter what anyone did. Now that he had been absolved of any and all crimes had been accused of, his uncle had allowed Wei Ying’s presence, in fact, even looking quite guilty. Lan Qiren had been the loudest voice in the Lan sect about ridding the world of Wei Ying.

But three days passed without any change to Wei Ying’s state.

Most healers had given up hope, some even citing that the damage to Wei Wuxian’s soul was probably too great to ever allow him to awaken--not that they could check that. They all said that he probably didn’t want to wake up. After all the cultivation world had done to him, Lan Wangji wouldn’t blame him.

But he was human, he was selfish. He wanted to hear Wei Ying again, no matter what.

Sitting by his side, Lan Wangji brought out his guqin, playing a song he hadn’t touched in over a decade. He poured all his love, all his longing and passion into the playing, hoping that maybe, Wei Ying would hear it and answer.

It was just wishful thinking. But Lan Wangji had spent thirteen years wishfully thinking that Wei Ying was alive and he was right.

He just.....He wanted---

A soft groan broke the air and Lan Wangji stopped playing, rushing over to Wei Ying’s side. 

Wei Ying’s hand twitched and his eyes fluttered.