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Inky Mess [Twst]

Azul’s worst fears come to light when he finds something valuable has been stolen from him. When he discovers what has happened to it; Azul can’t help but lose control in the most sinful of ways.

Rating: 18+, NSFW

It's no surprise that Azul has a collection of various inks. Cephalopod ink is quite useful in potion making and cecaelia ink even more so due to the rarity and potency of such an ingredient. What is surprising was the fact that a bottle of his ink was missing.

Azul was so caught off guard that someone had the audacity to steal from him; that it took the Dorm Head a few moments to even register that it was the shell shaped bottle of his personal ink that was missing.

He stared into the open cabinet, a void in the dust exposing the missing bottle. Running a gloved finger over the void, he inspected the digit. It was mostly clean. It could not have been more than a day since the bottle was taken.

There was a list of suspects, of course. Mainly clients who didn’t like his contract terms. Scratch that- there was a looong list of suspects.

So lost in thought, Azul failed to hear the creak of the door to his work room open up. It was the soft thud of someone backing into the door frame and the small “eep” after it that had finally drawn his attention.

Azul turned towards the intruder.

“Ah, MC.”

“Azul,” they spoke at the same time.

MC looked flustered, her hands behind her back.

“What are you doing down here?” she asked.

Azul sighed, “I was needing to make a potion for a client, but I’ve discovered that someone has stolen a bottle of my ink.” Running a hand though his hair, the octo-mer continued; “It’s quite valuable, you know. I suppose I will have to use the unique magic of some of my contracts to track down the culprit and retrieve it.”

Uncharacteristically silent, MC nibbled on her bottom lip, a nervous habit of hers, he noted. A moment of clarity struck Azul, though he did not like its implications. “MC, what are you doing down here?”

MC sighed, pressing the door closed behind her, she stepped forward. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

Pulling her hands from behind her back, MC set an empty shell shaped bottle on the worktable between them.

Azul’s mind was whirling with questions and possibilities. Why had she taken his ink? Why didn’t she ask? How did she even know which bottle was his? What did she do with it?

He had to think logically here, this was the Prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, his lover, his friend. Though... she had made recent improvements to the Ramshackle Dorm. And her furry little companion had been bragging about several new cans of tuna lately. Azul took a good look at MC. She was wearing an unfamiliar blouse; it was loose and flowy. It looked new. He thought back to how she had been unavailable yesterday, saying she had things she needed to take care of.

His mind came to a single conclusion: she had taken his ink and sold it for the money.

Was this why she had never signed his contract at the beginning of their relationship? Refusing to contractually be his, to never betray him. She had insisted on it being a relationship of mutual trust and honesty. That she would be there for him and was with him because she truly loved him. Was it all a farce? How foolish he had been to believe her words.

He suddenly felt cold, the betrayal leaving a harsh sting in his chest.

Azul cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, he took on a stance that MC had only ever seen him take with clients that had broken their contracts.

“Azul, I don’t know what you are thinking but it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh? It isn’t? So you did not steal my ink for your own purpose?”

MC at least had the sense to look ashamed, “Well, when you word it that way-“

Azul scoffed.

With a determined look in her eye, MC continued, “Look I was talking to the tweels and they suggested using your ink because it would have more meaning.”

“More meaning?” Azul looked affronted, “Jade and Floyd helped you?”

“Well yeah, no one knows you better than them.”

So this was it, the pieces were coming together. The twins had always said they would leave when they grew tired of him and it looked as if they were taking MC with them. He was just a dumb, useless octopus after all.

She came around the table to the octo-mer. Azul brushed her hand away when she reached out to him.

He let out a sarcastic laugh, “So this is how it ends? Betrayed by the three of you. All for what? So you could get your hands on some money?”

MC looked confused, “Money? What are you talking about?”

Azul clutched his head, trembling in front of her. She hadn’t seen him act like this since…

“Whoa whoa whoa, Azul stop. You are going to over blot again!” She reached for him again, but Azul shook her off.

“Azul look at me, you don’t understand”

“I understand enough.”

“Azu-“

“NO!”

Azul's head hung low, tears flowing from his eyes, dripping on the floor below.

MC let out a frustrated sigh, she knew he wasn’t going to listen to her when he was like this. She needed to get his attention. She needed him to understand.

There was a rustling of clothing and suddenly MC’s shirt appeared in Azul’s view in a heap on the floor. Releasing his head, he looked up at her. MC was busy with her arms behind her back trying to release the clasp of her bra. When she had it unhooked, the bra met her shirt on the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

Catching his gaze, MC ignored the growing heat in her cheeks.

“Look at me, Azul.”

It wasn’t the first time Azul had seen her topless, but it was not something he was expecting after catching her stealing from him. Unable to help himself, his eyes dropped to her chest and he was surprised to see a black mark curling underneath the swell of her left breast. The tears in his eyes making him unable to clearly make out what he was seeing.

“What is tha-“ he trailed off as MC turned around. She pulled her hair to the side, exposing her back to him.

Splayed out beneath her shoulder blade was an intricate and unmistakable octopus tattoo. The tentacles twisting and curling around her mid-back. He now recognized that the black mark on her front was a stray tentacle that ran along a rib to her front.

“I know it’s hard for you to trust others after what you went through growing up. But you have been doing so well, stepping out of your comfort zone, and trusting me. I know it’s always bothered you that I wouldn’t sign your relationship contract. So I wanted to do something special to show you that even though I wouldn’t sign, that I’m still serious about my commitment to you.”

Azul sucked in a shuttering breath; his eyes glued to the intricate line work. “I don’t understand…”

MC let go of her hair and turned around to face Azul.

“I told Jade and Floyd about my idea and they suggested using your ink.”

“What?” His eyes met hers.

“They told me where to find it and said you rarely used your own ink. That you wouldn’t notice the bottle was missing until I could surprise you. This is where your ink went,” she motioned to the tentacle cupping her breast. “Something a little more permanent than signing my name on a piece of paper.”

She reached out and wiped the tears from his face. “I’m sorry for being so secretive. I wanted to wait until it was fully healed to show you.”

Fresh tears fell from his eyes, “You did this for me?”

“Of course, you silly octopus. I love you.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled Azul down to press her lips against his. What started off slow and sweet quickly turned rough and demanding as Azul gripped her hips; desperate to bask in her warmth and push away his dark thoughts.

MC let out a low moan when Azul trailed his kisses along her jaw and down her throat.

After a sharp bite to her shoulder, Azul spun her around and pressed MC down to the worktable. The movement caused the glass bottle to topple over, thankfully not shattering.

With one hand still gripping her hip, Azul used his other hand to press down between her shoulder blades, keeping her torso against the tabletop.

“Azul…ah!” She called out his name in surprise but tapered off when she felt the hardness of his cock pressed against the back of her thighs.

Azul leaned forward, his lips ghosting against her ear. “If you wanted to have my mark on you, you should have just said so.”

MC yelped as Azul released her hip only to pull down her shorts and underwear in a single motion; the rest of her clothes joining the growing pile on the floor. Having her fully exposed to him, Azul gave a swift smack to her ass causing MC to moan.

Jumping slightly, MC gripped the edge of the table when she felt a gloved finger trail down her slit. She couldn't stop the groan that escaped when the digit is pressed into her. It wasn’t long before a second and even third finger joined, steadily pumping in and out of her.

While she struggled to push back against him craving more; Azul was lost in the design on her back. The dark splotches on the cephalopod so similar to his own, surprisingly beautiful.

Was this the way she saw him? The thought alone left him aching for her.

She whined when Azul removed his fingers but tensed in anticipation when she heard the rustling of clothing and the familiar sound of a zipper.

The cecaelia pressed the head of his cock to her entrance and with one sharp thrust was fully seated in her. MC cried out, her body jostled by the action but Azul left her no time to adjust. His thrusts were rough and demanding, his right hand gripping her hip, the leather digging into her skin.

His left hand hovered over the delicate lines of ink. He wanted- no, he needed to touch it. Grabbing the leather between his teeth Azul ripped the glove from his hand and discarded it on the floor. His hand immediately pressing against the ridges of fresh line work.

MC cried out at the sensation. Her skin still tender, her back arched lifting her chest off the table and effectively pressing herself harder against Azul’s hand. Taking advantage of her position, Azul’s right hand snaked its way up her body and around her neck to grip her throat, keeping her in place.

The pain blurred into pleasure and moans continued to pour from her mouth as he traced the lines of ink. His ink.

When his fingers finally followed the last tentacle to her breast Azul felt her shiver and clamp down around his cock. Grinning, he tightened his grip on her throat and cupped her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple.

The sensation pushed MC over the edge and she came with a cry of his name. Her body spasmed around his cock, pulling Azul over the edge after her. Releasing her throat, he pulled himself from her as she collapsed against the table. Azul groaned as his cum spurt across her back.

Hands on either side of her, propping himself up; Azul softly chuckled at the sight of his cum on her skin. It almost looked as though the octopus had made an inky white mess.

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Dinner Plans [Twst]

It’s Friday night and MC and Azul are on their way out for a dinner date when an issue at the lounge has the couple making a quick detour to his office. While Azul gets caught up in his work; MC finds a different type of hunger building.

Rating 18+, NSFW

Apparently there had been an issue with the latest delivery and the Dorm Head needed to figure it out as soon as possible. What had started out as a quick stop at the office to handle the order mishap had evolved when Azul saw the stack of paperwork on his desk. He had muttered a soft apology and a “let me review these real quick” with a peck to her cheek before diving in.

That had been 40 minutes ago.

MC fiddled with her phone, surfing Magicam while Azul worked his way through the stack. The two of them had settled into a comfortable silence; save for the occasional shuffling of papers or tapping on her phone.

She was starting to get hungry but didn’t want to disturb him; instead distracted herself by flipping through Cater’s selfies for the day. She could tell by the way he still had his coat and hat on, that he hadn’t meant to get so caught up. Perpetually ready to leave, but never heading for the door.

Casually glancing up at the cecaelia, she caught him with his pen in his mouth as he studied two pages side by side. She smiled softly at the display but felt her heart jump when he removed the pen and his tongue quickly darted out to moisten his lips.

Finding a new distraction, MC abandoned her phone and took to watching Azul diligently work his way through the stack of papers. She had to admit there was something rather enticing about the look of concentration on his face; and she felt a particular thrill when she saw the pink tip of his tongue exposed to wet his lips again. She could just imagine that tongue on her skin.

A different type of hunger was starting to make itself known and a steady heat began to pool in her lower region. She pressed her thighs together.

Did he even know how enticing he looked? Her beautiful, work-aholic, octo-mer.

He must have been starting to get stiff, however, as she saw Azul start to stretch in his chair. She let out a soft gasp at the sight of him. Pen once again pressed between his lips, paperwork in hand as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

It was all too easy for MC to imagine her thumb in place of the writing utensil. She could almost feel the way his tongue would swirl around it’s tip. And that thought led directly to thinking of all the other things he could be using that mouth for. Her thighs clenched as desire shot through her.

Unable to take it anymore, she marched over to the desk. 

Azul looked up at her approach, setting the pen on his desk. "Hmmm? Is it time to go?"

"It’s too late," she huffed. Azul glanced at his watch and paled.

"I-I'm sorry, MC. I didn’t mean to get so caught up. I can have them make you something in the kitchen." He rushed out, mistaking her huff as annoyance.

He tried to stand but her hand on his shoulder held him down.

"No, that's not what I want right now."

“Then what…“ he trailed off as MC pulled off his hat, tossing it to the couch behind her.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

The Dorm Head sputtered in confusion, eyes wide, “wha-what are you talking about?”

She ran her hands through his hair, "that look you have when you are lost in concentration is delicious."

Azul’s cheeks flared red as she continued, "and that sinful tongue of yours..."

Bending down, she pressed her lips to his.

"Mmmm... I love watching you run it across your lips. It’s almost as if you are begging for a kiss," she whispered against his mouth. "Makes me wanna give you something else to concentrate on."

Azul cleared his throat, unsure what to say but clearly affected by her words as he fidgeted in his seat. His pants suddenly feeling rather tight.

Straightening up, MC ran her hands up her thighs; the fabric of her dress following her movement. As she came to her hips, she hooked her thumbs around the delicate lace and began dragging it down.

Azul watched her every move, reaching up to loosen his collar as she stepped out of her panties.

Mindful of the stack of mostly completed paperwork, MC cleared a spot in front of Azul. Hopping on the desk, her dress bunched around her hips as she spread her legs, exposing herself to his blue eyes.

Reaching out, she gripped the Dorm Head by the ends of his scarf and tugged him forward, crashing their lips together. It was a flurry of tongues and progressively needy moans, though neither of them were entirely sure who was the source of the sounds.

One of her hands found their way into his hair; gripping the strands, she pulled him back to gasp for air. Azul panted out her name.

“Shhh… Now, be a good boy and let’s put that tongue to use.”

The groan he let out at her words was downright salacious. Ever the tease, when he wanted to be; a sly smile broke out on his face and Azul slowly made a show of licking his lips. MC’s breath hitched and she narrowed her eyes before pushing his head down to her core.

Leaning back, she propped herself up with her free hand to watch. Her heels rested on the armrests of his chair while Azul’s arms wrapped around her legs to hold her open to him. He pressed a quick teasing kiss to her inner thigh before turning his full attention to her center and running his tongue up her slit.

MC keened at the sensation, finally having him where she needed. He took his time to pull her apart, eyes locked on hers as he circled her clit.

It wasn’t long before he had MC quietly cursing; her chest rapidly rising and falling as he slipped his tongue inside her. His thrusting had her whimpering and grinding against his face.

“So…so good…” She ran her hand lovingly through his hair, pulling on the strands anytime he did a particularly teasing motion.

His gloved fingers dug into her flesh, holding her to him as Azul ate her out. She could just imagine the bruises she would find tomorrow. The thought sending another rush of heat to her core and she clenched around his tongue.

Azul groaned in response, the vibrations making her shake with need. She could feel the coil start to tighten in her lower abdomen. Her legs trembling and fighting against his hands, wanting to close around him.

He switched his focus back to her clit, alternating between sucking at the bud and running figure eights over it. His ministrations caused her to tense and since she couldn’t close her thighs around him; one of her legs wrapped around his shoulder to pull him deeper.

“Don-don’t stop!” Her words came out in a rush of air.

Struggling to keep her eyes on him, she could feel his grin against her skin before he started flicking his tongue over her clit. Then just as quick, Azul thrust his tongue back inside her; the action caught her off guard and threw her over the edge into bliss.

Throwing her head back in ecstasy, MC cried out his name. Her hips automatically rocking against him as she rode out her orgasm.

Azul lapped at her, easing her down from her high. Unwinding his arms from her, he carefully pulled her leg from his shoulder and helped her to sit up. Making sure to have her attention, Azul licked the remnants of her release from his lips.

MC let out a small whine and smiled. “You’re such a tease,” she said, pressing her lips to his once again.

Catching her breath, MC rose from the desk and smoothed down her dress. Azul sat back in his chair. The tent in his pants putting his arousal on prominent display.

“Darling..” He held out a hand, fully intending to continue.

Suddenly, finding herself in a teasing mood, MC stepped back and made her way back to the couch to grab her phone.

“Actually, I am rather hungry. I think I’ll follow your suggestion and ask the boys in the kitchen to whip me up something.” She said, heading for the door.

A bit dazed, it took Azul a few seconds to understand what was happening and another three for him to jump from his seat. But it was just enough time for MC to open and step through the door.

The Octo-mer stumbled to his feet, a bundle of lace catching his eye. He quickly snatched her panties from the floor, stuffing them into his pocket, before returning to the problem at hand.

“Tell them to make it to go!” He called out, hurrying out after her; his paperwork long forgotten.

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Lunch Break [Twst]

Well I didn't plan on posting anything but Azul lives rent free in my mind and this little scenario wormed its way into my brain and refused to leave.

In my little world NRC is exactly that... a college. No minors here. K thnx. Bye.

Rating: 18+, NSFW

The muffled sound of music and distant chatter slipped into the VIP room, ignored by its two occupants. It served as a steady background for the harsh breathing and the slick sound of skin on skin.

Azul's suit jacket lay haphazardly on the floor, his bow tie (reminiscent of Floyd) hung loosely around his neck and his glasses were somewhere on the desk. His shirt was splayed open, untucked from his pants and proudly displaying several fresh love bites.

"You're doing so good, Azul."

She knelt on the chair, legs straddling his and leaning over him with her forehead pressed to his. Her left hand moved steadily over his cock while her other hand occupied itself by playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

It was Azul's shuddering breaths that filled the room with low moans escaping with every twist of her hand. His eyes were closed as he tried to concentrate on keeping his grip on the edge of his seat. 

Her thumb circled his tip and Azul cried out, bucking his hips.

She pulled back a bit, slowing her hand and taking a long look at the cecaelia before her. Azul's face was flushed and he gazed up at her with watery eyes.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his as she maintained her slower pace on his member. Tightening her grip in his hair, she nibbled on Azul's bottom lip before slipping her tongue inside to swallow another moan.

Quickly, she pulled back finding he had once again closed his eyes.

"What did I say about touching?"

Azul's eyes opened at her question following her eyeline to where one of his hands clutched her waist. A few tears trickled down his face. Azul whimpered and tried to lean forward to capture her lips again but the grip on his nape held him back.

"What did I say?" She repeated.

"Pl-please," despite the plea, he released her and returned his grip to the chair.

"Good boy.”

Her hand picked up speed again and Azul threw his head back against the headrest with a drawn out whine. She took advantage of the movement and leaned in to expand his growing collection of marks. Azul's hips jerked at the sensation.

"Please" he repeated, "pl-please..."

At the sound of his begging the hand on his neck began a teasing trail down to the strap of his suspender. With sadistic glee, she snapped it; relishing in the sound of it hitting skin.

"A-ah!!"

Great Seven, his sounds were melodic.

She smirked against the column of his throat, savoring the feel of him quivering beneath her; fighting to keep his hips down and stop himself from thrusting into her hand.

Finally, taking pity on her sweet octo-mer, she tightened her grip on his cock. Increasing her pace again, she circled her thumb around the tip with every upward motion.

It was over the moment her teeth grazed his Adam's apple.

Azul cried out from the stimulation and bucked into her hand as he came. She leaned back to watch him paint his chest, her hand milking him till he fell limp against the chair.

Releasing his member, she licked her lips, eyeing the sticky substance. Swiping a slender finger through his cum before bringing it to her lips to taste.

Azul let out a groan as he watched.

"You did so good my love," she cooed as she stepped down from his seat. Pushing the chair back a bit to give her some room. Azul moved to sit up but a hand on his hip held him down.

"Relax, let me take care of you."

She fell to her knees and grabbed his cock again. With a swirl of her tongue she cleaned off any remnants of his release and gently tucked him back into his pants before moving on to his chest.

Free to touch her now, Azul gripped her arms for support as she made quick work of the mess. Teasingly, she added another bite or two in the process, causing the man to gasp out.

After buttoning up his shirt and redoing his bow tie, she stood and cupped Azul's face in her hands. A quick once over glance confirmed her suspicions that the Dorm Head would still need a few moments of recovery.

Wiping away tear streaks, she peppered his face with kisses, basking in his blissed out expression. Then softly ran her hands through his hair, smoothing it down with practiced ease.

She placed a chaste kiss to his cheek before turning a bit and rapping a knuckle on the stack of golden contracts on the desk.

"Lunch break is over, darling."

Azul reached for his glasses and settled them on his face, trying to regain his composure as she made her way towards the exit.

Pausing at the door she glanced back at Azul to see his gaze already on her.

"What would you like for dinner tonight?"

Clearing his throat, Azul straightened in his chair. She watched as his business persona slipped on and he once again became the shadow boss of the Mostro Lounge.

"You."

She hummed in consideration before a sly smile spread across her face.

"I'm looking forward to it." She said, slipping out of the room and into the hustle and bustle of the lounge.

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𑑛 Lunch Break - one shot

𑑛 Dinner Plans - one shot

𑑛 Inky Mess - one shot

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