#go forth… and eel another day

[critterbitter]

The twins and their starters may have grown slightly taller, but their love of shenanigans have tripled, no, quadrupled in size.

On that note did you know Eelectrik has a glow animation?? Perfect nightlight eel. Absolute gold standard for creature. Click here for the masterlist!

Bonus shitpost under cut ft @birdsaretoddlers’s incredible take.

(plus a fanfic drabble that birds did while we were discussing in chat! Check out their funny writing @birdsaretoddlers) “Lam lam pentttt. Lam.”

“Language. I am not calling them that. This is a civil discussion about the capacity of a 284 Berkshire’s firebox, not a playground argument.”

“Lammm Pent.”

“If you possess my phone I will have to put you in time-out in your ball, and neither of us will like that.”

The argument over a literal online flame war was cut short by the door flying open, one of the hinges breaking off with the force and flying somewhere into the aether, never to be seen again. Or at least, not without a strong magnet.

Emmet stood there, proudly, holding his newly-evolved Eelektrik, his grin a mile wide. Ingo picked his heart up out of his femoral artery, where it had lodged itself, and gently removed Lampent from where she hid, hanging over his shoulder. Emmet stood there, eyes twinkling, clearly ready to perform the coveted Bit. Ingo opened his mouth, got halfway through a word, and his twin took the proffered delight of cutting him off.

“I am Emmet and I discovered something INCREDIBLE. INGO LOOK.”

Ingo looked, because what else was he going to do? He would allow his twin to complete his circus act, it was only proper and polite. Eelektrik trilled with delight. Emmet twirled like the best of Nimbasan runway models, clearly wrestling his eel, cooing platitudes to it as he writhed and squirmed to get it into position.

“Me beautiful slimy baby, my beloved pool noodle, my beeesstt conductor!~” Doing something that could generously be called ‘dislocating his shoulders’, Emmet managed to get his eel flipped up and around his neck. He flopped forwards, bonelessly, tipping his hat and giggling madly. He was grinning harder than normal. Ingo was a little scared.

“But now, Eelektrik can do MORE. OBSERVE.”

He threw his shoulders back, standing up as tall as he could, somehow not throwing himself ass-first onto the floor as the fifty pounds of eel he was currently deadlifting remained stationary over his neck. Emmet’s arms flew upwards and out, rocking back and forth in jazz hands. Eelektrik frilled its fans, made another happy little buzz and-

"Eelektrik boa."

“DRAGONS ALMIGHTY. THE EEL GLOWS.”

There it was, clear as day. Eelektrik flashed it’s spots in natural bioluminescence, blinking like a neon sign. Bright beautiful yellow and clearly charged, Emmet’s hair stood on end, pushing his hat an inch off his head. They blinked in a rhythmic, pulsing manner. It was almost hypnotizing to watch, in a way. Ingo snapped back to reality, realizing his mouth had dropped open and Lampent had ceased questing for his Pokedex. Recognizing Emmet was looking for a response, he threw his arm out in a thumbs-up so fast his arm hurt, snapping his suspender against his neck.

“Brrravo! Ten out of ten! Majestic eel scarf!” He praised, Emmet’s expression only growing further full of himself and his achievement, which was well deserved. Lampent echoed the sentiment, flashing back at Eelektrik in response.

Now that both Pokemon could glow, they’d never have a problem in the caves again!

[jabberwockprince]

Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle (here!) / Scarabia / Pomefiore / Ignihyde / Diasomnia

I just meant to draw Floyd but it felt illegal to draw him without Jade, so here we are with all of Octavinelle...........

anyway, some rambles about them under the cut bc I have Thoughts and Headcanons :tm:

"Why do Floyd and Jade look less human and more eel-y and fishy than Azul?" cause I love when other species actually look less human </3 It's so lame that the three merfolk we have are nerfed all the time as just normal ass dudes. And beastmen should have toe beans and claws and actual feathers .......

ANYWAY I do like to think that, in-universe, Azul just takes more measures to pass off entirely as a human, less chance of anyone recognizing him from his little chubby baby years and because it looks more "professional" or whatever - but he still has that super cold look to his skin. Jade and Floyd couldn't really care less about passing as regular students, I think they'd find it funny if people kept losing their shit when they see the tweels up close <3

I can also see Jade going back and forth between Azul and Floyd's level of "human accuracy", showing up to class as a Regular Normie Human Entirely and another day just showing off neck gills or whatever - ALL OF THIS JUST TO GASLIGHT PEOPLE LIKE "oh? whatever do you mean???? I don't recall growing scales overnight, are you sure you're not feverish?"

Also also, while studying their cards and faces to see how I wanted to draw them in my style, I realized Azul is like, really pretty. He's not even my type, but he's super pretty, I mean - super long eyelishes, big shiny eyes, really cute angry expressions, he's got a beauty mark on his mouth? And he poses so gracefully all the time? That long strand of hair curls up in a really cute way? I understand why the tweels stick around and tease him a lot, actually. He looks like a lesbian, is what I'm trying to say, whatever that means

No clue what else to say about the tweels, cause most of the differences I like are already canon or heavily implied. BUT I like to think that Floyd's chompers are just big and chonky and Jade's are the thin, needle looking and blade-sharp type that look extremely fucking scary?

[surrgarrashcafe]

(Warning Mentions of Drowning, a bit of drugging, Jade and Floyd Abducting you, Azul having a possessive behavior and so forth •.•)🏖️

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem reader part 2:🌊🌺🌊🌺🌊🌺🌊🌺🌊🌺🌊

Beneath the waves of my Greed.

You'd also hang out with your coworkers during break, chit chatting, and have a lovely time, but Azul would be nearby to watch this all go down. Soon, some of them went missing, only to be found days later at the sea with their body floating in the water. Today a ship was going to deliver some cargo; they had asked you to come along, afraid of what killed those people. You agreed, and it was fine for a few days until some tentacles wrapped around the ship, causing everyone to panic. You looked closer to see it was Azul causing this chaos. You immediately knew it was him. beneath the surface of the waters, his blue, electric eyes pierced into yours, looking hungry and obsessed as if you were his next fine prey. Your coworkers let out a frightened cry. as a large tentacle was being wrapped around by one of their waists, including their legs, preventing them from squirming. and was now yanking towards Azul direction, being thrown into the water with a loud splash and dragged down into the sea, only for you to be distracted.   "AZUL, STOP THIS MADNESS.!!! You are hurting innocent people because of your obsessiveness!! Please calm down so we can talk and fix this!" you said.  Azul didn't listen; as he was being stubborn, he didn't want to hurt anyone, nor you, but he had to in order to get what he wants due to his uncontrollable greed. as you were being distracted by a poor unfortunate soul who is being dragged down into the sea by Azul's bondage of his tentacles. You suddenly felt two scaly clawed hands that were grabbing both of your arms, almost tugging into your skin. You then turned around and saw two eel twins. one twin looked like His eyes angle downward, with a wide, sharp-toothed grin on his face. while the other eel twin brother had a formal smile, but that smile fades into a threat as Jade and Floyd dragged you into the deep ocean with them. 

"Hehehe~ little shrimp thought that she could run with her useless legs. How annoying, honestly. Didn't ya know that you broke our boss's heart? It's quite pathetic to see Shrimpy causing problems with Azul.” Floyd says as he turns to his brother Jade. 

"Indeed, it is quite criminal to be led astray by someone who loves you dearly so much that you abandoned them, but our boss would be more than happy to see your warm, welcome when you make your visit to him." Jade says as his big smile is showing, making his sharp, pearly whites show in the obscure ocean light Jade and Floyd then drugged you and blindfolded you as you then felt your body go unconscious and your vision becomes blurry you then drifted to sleep in the depths of the Ocean. You woke up feeling tired as you felt the waves crash in between your legs and the soft sand soak into your feet. You got up and looked around, and you realized you were at the same beach you used to visit. As your vision was now clear as day, suddenly you felt a tentacle wrapped around your waist, and you began to be frightened when you noticed Azul was sitting right next to you on the sandy shore. You were frightened by his presence so. You pushed him away, knowing what he had done to all your coworkers and friends who had been killed because of his obsessiveness over you. He then extends another tentacle and possessively wraps around your form so that you don't run away from his loving grasp. "I am doing this for you. To show you how serious I was about our relationship. I can't let you leave, not now. Not ever." Azul says. You could feel his tentacles tightening around your waist until you were brought closer to him.. Azul would hold you close to his chest looking down at you with a look of gentleness and love, his eyes were lovesick he held you in his grasp. "I am sorry, Azul, but I cannot forgive you for what you did to the people that drowned and lost their lives because you cannot control your greed. I just cannot accept this side of you; I suppose it's best if we... just" Before you could even continue, you felt Azul grasp tighter around your form to the point where you could not breathe. "Azul, what are you …doing? "I can't …breathe," you said as his tentacles tightened around your form, from your waist to your neck, preventing you from getting air flow into your lungs. You then saw Azul's eyes bawl out in tears, just as you saw him cry as a kid when he was insecure about his past self. "Why, why, why, WHY...?!

(To be continued for Part 3)

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(Not going to lie I actually did have fun writing this fic about Azul while also including Jade and Floyd lol I might do more of them if I want to do fluff fics or scenarios about them because I love the three with all my heart ekkkkk <>.<>)

[imnayeonjaem]

this siren song is not your calling | c.sn

"you were supposed to be no different.."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

genre: fantasy/horror

character(s): choi san (ft. you as a seafarer)

tags: siren!san, seafarer!reader, captain!reader, ships, ocean, san has a tail (merpeople), scales and webbed fingers, angst, one cuss, mild gore

word count: 879

summary: choi san is a proud siren, one who has been watching and waiting to capture you for a while. but when he finally tries, something strange occurs..

a/n: ik this is quite short, i just thought of this concept the other day and wanted to write it; lmk if you're interested in an expansion? i'm up for writing more if you want to see more :)

He thought he had had you wrapped up from day one.

That's what he likes to believe anyway.

Choi San was a proud siren, chest in the air without a single thought paid to the hearts that became his trophies. Every sailor that attempted to parry his advances found themselves beneath the depths of his ocean plinth and the beating organ in their rib cage became another plaque on his figurative wall.

You were supposed to be no different.

Your ship had passed by many times, and he had taken note of your schedule once he caught on to how often you would take this exact route. Once San learned you were the captain, just from observation alone, a smirk appeared on his face. You would be his first.

When your ship passed through this waters for the dozenth time, he clambered forth onto his rock and waited for your approach. His pupils shifted to daggers, much like the shape of his teeth, his webbed fingers shimmering against the moonlight as water trickled down his hands.

He had done this so many times before; San had laughed to himself as he watched your ship glide across the waters. This was going to be easy.

Pushing himself up over the rock, he licked his lips a few times, ready to sing the song that he had rehearsed many times for this occasion. No one else would hear this song - this was for you and you alone.

Opening his mouth wide, a whistling cry sprung from his larynx, causing the ocean around him to ripple within an inch of its life. You could mistake the effect for a major thunderstorm or tornado, a testament to the sheer power in his lungs and voice.

Your ship continued to sail as if unaffected by the song. San thought to himself that in mere seconds you would be veering towards him, completely bound to his will and unable to escape. He was beyond excited to add your heart to his collection.

And yet, you sailed on by, remaining undeterred, and to that, he stopped.

His lips almost quivered as they sealed shut. He shuddered against the rock, disturbed by the fact that nothing had come of this attempt to allure you.

Glancing up, his cerulean eyes burning like an eel in the murkiest depths, he screamed again, but it wasn't so melodic as it was mangled in his defeat.

San had failed to enrapture you. He had failed to take your heart.

A loss so cruel it sent his boneless body back to the water.

But San did not intend to give up. He was going to have your heart, one way or another.

The next time you appeared, he did the same thing again, but this time made his presence better known. He was unmistakable, his tail a brilliant forest green, his shoulders brandishing well kept scales of a burgundy hue.

San glared across the waters, watching and waiting for your ship to be within reach. When he saw you take to the bow and hold a telescope to one eye, he opened his mouth to sing once again.

That was when you pointed your telescope directly at him.

Through the telescope, you spotted the siren on the rock, and upon closer inspection, dropped the telescope overboard and into the sea.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. You almost threw yourself over trying to grab it, and just about managed to with your legs halfway in the air. The balustrade was nearly piercing your skin with how hard you were holding on, and the blood rushed to your head in seconds.

San shut his mouth and shot up, back completely straight. His eyes grew wide when he saw you.. and for some reason, he felt an urge to do something.

All caution, thought and sense was thrown out the window when he dived into the ocean and swam at great speed towards your ship. The second he got to you, he popped out from beneath the surface of the water and looked up at you.

Your jaw dropped.

As did his own.

No, no, no..

San did not have time to think about this. He brought a hand out of the water, splayed his fingers, then pushed his palm out, which sent you flying backwards over the railing and onto the deck of your ship.

The landing was sudden and unpleasant. The telescope was still firmly in your grasp. Your crew was rushing over to help.

Every voice blurred and melded into one big cacophony of noise.

The only thing you could see in your mind was the siren.

What was more horrifying was that.. you knew him.

San..

San didn't even return to his rock. He instead disappeared to the cavern where he often resided when he wasn't taking in the sun or the sights of his potential targets.

The tears were plain to see, even in the water.

Your name looped incessantly in his head even as he willed it to leave him be. Your face was now the only picture and it made him scream into the ether.

Now he understood why you did not respond. His siren song could not have persuaded you.

For your heart had already been his once before.

× tristeetconfus (ave). do not repost. ×

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Mr. Grinch (Joel Miller)

Joel Miller Masterlist

Warning: swearing, fluff

Summary: A little Christmas story inspired by Lindsey Stirling's version of - You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch.

Mr. Grinch... that was what everyone had nicknamed Joel after just one day in Jackson last year, when he and Ellie had first set foot in the community last winter. Now, one year later, and another winter in yet the nickname still stuck. You found the entire thing to be quite amusing; yes, Joel could be grumpy and sometimes comes off as just plain mean, but there were good, loyal qualities to him, ones that only those dearests to him were witness to. So, that's why to make lightly of the nickname, you had decided to do something fun about it in the annual Christmas eve pageant.

You had come across an old burlesque record sometime back, the beat of the music perfect for what you had planned. Your outfit; a cute red winter dress, green tights and Santa hat.

The pageant was taking place in the mess hall, as the Christmas eve community dinner was to be taking place immediately thereafter. A small stage had been erected in the hall, with tablets setup for all to enjoy the show and dinner after.

The hall rang out with whistles and cheers when you made your way to stage, everyone soon quiets down, and the music begins to play.

*

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus As charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel

The room was eerily silent as you comically performed on stage whilst singing; everyone knew exactly where you were going with the chosen song. You on the other hand, were having a field day with it, as people's eyes kept jumping back and forth between you and the table you were clearly trained on during the entire performance.

*

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch) Your heart's an empty hole Your brain is full of spiders You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch) You have termites in your smile You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch Now given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile Seasick crocodile

"Shit, it's you!" Ellie bawls out in realization, but you continue like nothings amiss. Everyone nervously stares back at the table as she chuckles out loudly then.

"The song is about you, Joel! You're Mr. Grinch!"

"Now, Ellie... don't be looking for trouble where there ain't none" Tommy attempts to neutralize the situation before things got out of hand.

"Nuh-uh..." Ellie retorts with a stiff head shake, hollering out then.

"See! I fuckin' told you! She just winked at him!"

The sounds of gasps ringing out at her words, as everyone braced themselves for your impending demises at the hands of the man you were clearly referring to in the song. He, on the other hand sat dangerously silent, as his dark narrowed gaze remained fixed on you as the performance continues.

"Ellie..." Tommy drawls out in annoyance, and then it happened.

"She blew him a kiss!" Ellie screams, griping onto Joel's shoulder; shaking him back and forth in excitement.

"Wait. What?" an open-mouthed Tommy stares at you on the stage.

*

The words that best describe you are stink, stank, stunk (Ooh) No, no, no Stink, stank, stunk Oh, Mr. Grinch Mr. Grinch...

The music ends and the room is filled with nothing but awkward silence, Tommy silently eyes Joel; preparing himself to have to stop his brother from strangling you in front of the entire Jackson community. Ellie then jumps out from her seat and starts cheering loudly and you chuckle out, taking a dramatic bow.

"Now, Joel..." Tommy attempts to divert his attention away from you as you step down from the stage.

Everyone sat with bated breath as you made your way toward Joel's table with a cocky smirk plastered on your lips.

"Joel" Tommy warns, jumping up to stop him when he gets up, but Ellie and Maria hold him back.

"What hell are ya two doing?!"

"Wait" Maria remarks as you and Joel meet each other in the centre of the room.

Placing a hand on your hip and cocking your head to the side; you smirk at him whilst striking a pose.

"Hey there, Mr. Grinch..."

Joel's eyes narrow to tight slits as he silently grinds his teeth whilst staring down at you for a second. Silent gasps ring out when he steps closer to you, reaching out to take the Santa hat off your head; Joel plops it onto his own, a broad smirk spreads across his lips as he pulls you flushed against him.

"Hi, Baby..." Joel drawls, tipping down to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

"What the fuck...?!" Tommy voice rings out, along with loudly gasps of surprise.

"Knew they were fucking long before this, FYI..." Ellie remarks smugly, causing both Tommy and Maria to scowl at her disapprovingly.

"What?" she shrugs at them.

"He's always looking at her all-googly-eyed... and she's even worse. Also caught him from my bedroom window; sneaking out of her house and back home in the early hours of the morning when no one's awake."

Joel and you chuckle into each other's mouths at her words, resting your foreheads against one another's with broad smiles.

You had your suspicious of her knowledge, but both had decided to keep your relationship a secret till now. Finally deciding after four months that it was time to make it public, as a matter of fact; it was Joel who had come with the idea of your performance when you had let him in on the town nickname for him.

What the residents didn't know; was that even with only one good ear, Joel had still managed to pick up on the word 'Grinch' being softly uttered whenever he was around. He wasn't too keen on it at first, not till you had told him that you found it to be a cute name for him. That 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas' had been one of your favorite Christmas movies as a child. That in the end Mr. Grinch wasn't as bad as everyone believed him to be just lonely and misunderstood, with a heart of gold hidden underneath all that grumpiness, just as your Joel.

When you playfully performed the Mr. Grinch song for him, Joel found it utterly amusing and that's how you came to be performing it tonight. Proving to everyone that your Mr. Grinch wasn't as bad as everyone believed him to be.

"C'mon Baby..." Joel slings his arm around your shoulder and directing you towards the table.

"Lead the way, Mr. Grinch..." you pat his ass affectionally, causing him to chuckle yet again as the rest of Jackson stared at the two of you weirdly. 

[randomwriteronline]

@lee-the-yeen hello. for your big brain. i offer you. A gifte :)

(this is part of the Kingdom AU, idk if u know it, but in short a bunch of stuff happens and so theyre eels who live in a fountain named after them in this one. matoran of iron go feed them sometimes. dw it will make sense eventually, possibly. also im including some hcs from ur post bc theyre baller)

"There's a nook at the other end of the fountain, you know," Kotu mentioned nonchalantly as she haphazardly launched jerky strips all over the water.

Vezok didn't make much out of it, as he was busy zooming back and forth with his mouth open trying to get as much food in it as possible, because he had been tricked into being left hungry and angry enough times for him to be very much done with it; Hakann and Thok, instead, quirked their brows at that with cautious, gluttonous interest.

"Is that so?" the Ice Skakdi mused.

"Not that you should go there," the Ga-Matoran continued.

"And why not?"

"Well, I bet there's nothing for you."

"Bah!" Hakann cried out with a snap of his jaws: "And I bet you've got something hidden in that cranny!"

Kotu snickered at him: "How'd you suppose I'd do that?" she asked in an almost mocking tone, "It's not like you wouldn't have know if I'd ever set foot in these Piraka-infested waters before."

"But you could've when it was being built!"

"Why haven't you jumped in yet, by the by?" Thok added, mellifluous voice oozing out of his smirk; he began swimming back and forth just under where she sat with fluid motions, doing a real bad job at looking menacing. "Aren't we friends? Come on, get in for a swim with your old pals, little Matoran, and we can help you get back what you've stashed away in that nook, what do you say?"

She smiled with mischievous intent and a high pitched hum: "Oh, I've got to wait a moment or so first."

"Scared of a little water?"

"No, just wanna check how quick the poison works."

Vezok swallowed his enormous mouthful of jerky as loudly and grottesquely as possible before spitting a spray of water at her: "That's Kane-Ra waste," he decreted, "That slobber tasted great!"

"Aw, thank you! I put a lot of effort on masking the toxin's flavor!"

"Good thing you ate all of it, Vezok," Hakann played along with her: "It was getting a bit crammed in here."

His former backstabbing associate whipped around to bite his chin right off, and in a moment they were both speeding after one another across the fountain as thought it had turned into a pinball machine and they were trying for a new high score, with fitting background music so kindly provided by Thok's deafening laugh and Kotu's snorting giggles.

"Aren't they cute?" she cackled to the silent ex-Piraka beneath her.

Zaktan remained very serious as he slowly turned a side-eyed glare onto her Rau: "You're setting us up."

The Matoran widened her eyes and gasped dramatically with her hands flying on her heartlight: "Me?" she exclaimed, as false as a Vortixx's praise. "Set you up to some prank for my own amusement? Whatever are you saying! I would never do such a thing!"

His jaws lunged lazily out the water to bite at her, missing entirely; Kotu skipped away with a little yelp, not scared in the slightest, and left the Skakdi to their inevitable in-fighting.

In the meantime, Vezok had managed to bite down on one of Hakann's spikes and was being violently yanked around by the red armored Piraka while he screamed his entire head off - which considering they were little more than heads by now meant he was attempting the rather incredible feat of beheading himself without having a body - and Thok convulsed his spine into knots coughing laughs through his clogged gills.

This sort of happenstance really did make him miss the pleasant days of trying to kill each other at every opportunity.

"Quiet!" Zaktan barked at last before their idiocy could kill him with a fulminous aneurysm. The other three Skakdi stumbled, rolled, and hushed at last. "That infernal little thing wants to trick us! She's got something in store for us, something I don't like. I'll bet that nook doesn't even exist."

Hakann scoffed: "Of course I don't trust her! What sort of idiot to you take me for?"

"I've known you too long for my answer to be courteous."

"But she could've told a half truth," Vezok butted in. "And I've seen that cranny she mentioned."

"Did you see it, or only think you saw it?" Thok questioned wisely.

"I said I saw it!" his companion snapped: "It's half covered in rocks and it's barely anything interesting!"

"That sounds like it could be any scrape on the side of the fountain!"

"It's no scrape, it's an opening! It's the one she meant!"

"Let's see this, then," Zaktan conceded, "Just to check if the little Water maiden's words had some inkling of truth to them."

So, still trading doubtful looks, the four toothy beings swam quickly, following their blue armored associate's lead.

The Piraka fountain (so graciously named after them after they'd been confined in it, as they couldn't very well be left to prowl the shores and have free reign on the toes of anybody that dared dip their feet in the water) wasn't as small as it looked like: those Onu-Matoran architects were quite skilled at building things that were much bigger than they appeared - likely on account of their experience living underground in tunnels that would have otherwise been downright suffocating.

It took as such quite a while for the mutated Skakdi to find the specific spot Vezok had mentioned. They were rather pleased to find that their search hand't been in vain: lo and behold, in a corner of the structure there opened some kind of hole half buried behind a hastily put together barricare of small rocks, looking not shallow at all.

The Water Skakdi grinned victoriously: "See! Beings of little faith!"

"Incredible," Thok noted - unsure whether to attribute the word to the fact that Kotu hadn't lied, or that Vezok had indeed connected the dots correctly for once.

Zaktan slithered closer to the opening.

"So?" Hakann egged him on. "Get in! See what's in there!"

The glare the green armored being shot him was accompanied by the Ice Skakdi's complaint: "And why don't you go in, huh? Scared to get your tail chomped?"

"What about you, then!" the other immediately bit back: "If you're so brave, go ahead!"

"Of course I won't, I'm not built for recognition! We should send in Reidak for this - nothing can kill that brute, anyways."

"And where is he?" Vezok asked.

"What sort of question is that!"

Then Thok hushed.

"I have no idea." he admitted finally.

Hakann howled a guffaw: "Great job on the detective skills! You wouldn't notice a Manas crab if it was charging at you!"

"Oh, shut your trap! Where's Avak, then, huh? Do you know that?"

"Of course I do!" and after a quick turning of his head left and right, the red Skakdi tried to save his hide by declaring, with the arrogance of someone trying to cover a mistake: "Not here, clearly!"

"Ah, well, aren't you observant!"

"Get off my back, he's a different deal! We could lose him in a shallow pool with how tiny he is!"

"Quit your yapping," Zaktan hissed suddenly. "I hear something."

The other three swarmed him immediately.

There was indeed a sound coming from within the nook. It was cavernous, and intermittent, with a rumbling cadence typical of something very large and (for now) relaxed. Perhaps it had heard their bickering and was warning them? No, that seemed unlikely; but at the same time, they couldn't quite rule out that possibility.

This sounded like something to be handled by someone near indestructible... Or with the right cage always at the ready.

Where were those two idiots when you needed them?

Vezok, with his animalistic strength and dim wits, was the best next thing, the other three reasoned. But before they could order him around he had already shoved them further into the nook, blocking off the exit with his big dumb head.

"Safety in numbers," he growled; caught between two beasts as they were, his associates decided it would be wiser not to argue.

It wasn't a long trip, but it certainly felt like it.

The little entrance opened into a short tunnel heading for another somewhat wider opening; now added to the grumbling groans growing louder with every inch they swam forward was another sound, a little softer but equally as insistent, warped by the water as well, probably belonging to a second unseen creature.

This kind of news tends not to be very warmly welcomed when one is scouting uncharted caverns. And yet, though they were certainly not happy to hear it, they couldn't shake off a strange feeling of familiarity about it.

There was just something about it - and the rumbling too, it reminded them of something, but where could they have heard anything like that? It seemed so natural, like, like...

They made themselves as flat as they could against the ground and walls, and peeked through the opening at last.

The scene was... Well.

To anybody else, it would have been rather puzzling.

Reidak was growling up a storm, lips pulled around his impressive chompers in a large square frame, otherwise almost immoble aside from a few quick jolts every now and them; swimming around him in short bursts, Avak busied himself biting everywhere across his spine, gnawing at his angular spikes and chin like a properly furious eel desperate to tear the skin off its prey.

Any other being would have rightfully assumed they were having some kind of silent argument, or maybe some specific fighting ritual not particularly well known outside of Zakaz, and concluded that losing a limb to part them was not worth the risk; being the former Piraka properly brought up Skakdi, however, they were intimately aware of what was indeed going on, and to say they were embarrassed beyond bewilderment would have been an understatement. To put things into perspective, they would have gladly gone back into the Shadowed One's employ if that could have somehow immediately teleported them away from the scene they were bearing witness to.

It distinctly didn't help that right as they thought that Reidak reared his big ugly head to lazily chomp on Avak's cheek, eliciting a similarly loud and fond growl from the smaller being.

Between their difference in height and the Stone Skakdi's vague thagomizer, they looked like some weird parody of a typical pair coming from some upside down version of Zakaz where the females were tinier and males much larger.

They were necking.

And Great Spirit knew how little their associates wanted to see that.

The four unfortunate Skakdi tried to slink away, to leave that little disgusting lovenest and forget all about this experience; alas they all had the same idea at the same time, which resulted in them smacking their tough skulls right against one another, producing a terrifying rockus akin to a dozen pots and pans carelessly being launched onto a tinfoil roof.

Certainly, in another situation, this woul have led to some kind of infinite argument with plenty of physical retaliation.

In this situation, however, they instead became very aware of the fact that the two gross sweethearts had immediately hushed and were peering directly into their souls with the sort of gazes that would make a Takea shark feel deeply unsafe.

Hakann suddenly felt a great void around himself.

He glanced at his sides: the other three Piraka had mysteriously vanished while he'd been petrified.

Sons of a--

Next thing he knew he had been chased out of the nook with Avak clamped around his head in an attempt to crush his skull between his teeth while prattling in a shrill muffled voice (mouth still full of Fire Skakdi) something about not having a moment of privacy in this blasted fountain.

He would have certainly ended up exploding like a watermelon between a pair of muscular enough thighs if Reidak hadn't swam up to his beartrap-mouthed partner and knocked Hakann out of his invincible bite. Granted, the impact had enough force to smack him right into the fountain floor where he formed a small crater, but he'd take a mild concussion over being turned into the two halves of a delicious freshly split open coconut.

His vision swam for a few moments as he tried to get his bearings again. By the time sight came back to him, two pairs of glowering eyes were squashing him against the ground.

"Liked what you saw?" Reidak growled - no longer in the amorous tone he'd reserved for the Stone Skakdi's affection.

"No," Hakann peeped: "Not at all."

"Then you'll keep your ugly mug out of our business, now?" Avak hissed, so cose he could almost still feel his teeth clenched around his temples.

The red armored being nodded hastily.

"All four of you?"

He nodded even harder.

A second later he was flung away, almost directly out of the water, and the other two Skakdi watched him hurry as far away from their nook as his fishy body would allow him to swim.

The Earth Skakdi huffed, piqued: "The nerve of some beings..."

"I bet it was Kotu," the other snarled as he paced back and forth. "That nosy little thing - I saw her, you know! I bet she told them there was some treasure or other... Ah, next time I catch her--!"

"You should put her in an airtight ball," his partner suggested: "So we can knock her in the fountain and toss her between ourselves."

The thought tore a hysterical cackle out of Avak as he contorted in time with his own guffaws, spirits definitely lifted: "Ha! Ha, now that's an idea! Wouldn't that be a sight! That little prankster wailing and crying, smacking her mask all over the prison while we throw her about... Oh, that'd be payback, alright!"

Reidak chuckled hard while curling around him; the smaller being's thin spine fit perfectly within black spikes shaped like square brackets, letting the two snuggle like a pair of vicious water snakes locked in a fight to the death.

A quick chomp around his third eye-like lump on his forehead brought the larger of the two back from his nuzzling haze.

His grin turned sharp, his eyes squinting at Avak in an awfully dangerous manner: "Ah?" he only drawled, letting his cavernous voice ripple through the water.

The Stone Skakdi bristled - exactly like he used to bristle back before their mutation whenever Reidak would come just a little too close to him, shaking his spine hard and subtly swinging his thagomizer to convince the other he was a enough of a threat to be left well alone, or else; but this felt a little more performative, like some kind of invitation instead of a 'keep out' sign, especially with that nervous smirk accompanying the motion, and his tardiness in trying to escape, only making a move when his tail was already mellowly held between his Earth companion's big jaws.

"You think you're smart, uh?" Reidak chuckled.

"Smarter than your ugly mug, for certain!" Avak bit back, and gnawed at his forehead again.

He laughed as his tail was yanked with a muffled: "Why, I oughta--!"

"You oughta what? Teach me a lesson?"

"Are you mocking me, you Fikou?"

"So what if I was?"

"Oh, that's it then," and as they wrestled playfully, biting each other silly between gross ugly chuckles, they began yanking one another back into their not too secret little nook. "Let's settle this like proper Skakdi, eh?..."

[miasmaghoul]

please we (me and the voices) need some nsfw rain headcanons 🙏🏻

I know I did these once upon a time but ARE THERE EVER ENOUGH??

70/30 dom/sub but also 70/30 bottom/top.

Kinkiest ghoul, will try anything. Indulges even the weirdest of requests, and inflicts his own upon the others at his leisure (positive).

Loves to ride, it's his preferred position. If he's on his back, it's to be bent in half and drilled mercilessly. Not the biggest fan of doggy, unless he's topping. If he's bottoming he needs to see his partner's eyes.

Uses his magick to manipulate his partners - he can shift their blood and bodily fluids to suit his desires, whether that be to keep them hard long after they've cum (Swiss and Mountain), to control their bladder (Dew and Sunshine) or to choke them with the lightest touch (Cumulus, Copia and himself).

Obsessed with himself, gets off on his own body. Frequently jerks off to his own reflection. Records himself often, usually with one of his myriad toys but sometimes with magickal tentacles summoned at the lake shore. They always end up in the ghroup chat, though Rain swears he doesn't know how.

MEAN. Mean and Manipulative as all hell. Loves to gaslight and torment, much more of an emotional dom than a physical one.

That said, he has no problem physically dominating. He just doesn't always want to put forth the effort. Feels it's beneath him when his partner/victim can and will move themselves for him. The exceptions to the rule are Dew and Mountain, the only ones Rain will hit.

Only truly subs for Aether. He's the only one that can get into Rain's head the way he needs.

Always wants to be worshipped. The only expectation is when his heat hits, and for those three agonizing days all Rain wants is to feel used, debased and filthy.

Huge into forced fem. Dresses up all the boys and makes them feel real bad about themselves. Also never hesitates to slip on his own lingerie and heels to really fuck with Dew and Mountain.

Rope bunny.

Huge fan of body shots, likes to be a mess.

Gets so, SO wet. Water ghoul traits and all. His dick drips like a faucet when he really gets going. He'll edge himself for h o u r s, until his stomach is a slick, sticky mess.

Can unhinge his jaw like an eel when unglamoured and take everything up to and including Mountain's knot.

Super duper into overstim, both giving and receiving. He's never nice about it.

P I S S K I N K

Like, every part of it. This ghoul just wants everything wet at all times.

MASSIVE breeding kink, can make Aether and Swiss fall to pieces real quick when he gets like that, begging for their knots and their kits. Not that he'd ever admit it.

V v sensitive tits. His chest is a massive weak spot, one that Dew is usually the best at abusing. He suggested they get matching piercings, but the last thing Rain needs is another weakness.

SIZE QUEEN

Loves to kiss, but kisses to overwhelm. Lots of tongue, very little room to breathe. Thankfully, he has gills.

[illarian-rambling]

Character introduction: Twenari Undetasib, the Blessing of House Tunnel Wasp

With a feeling like jumping from a great tower, Twenari reached forth into the great corpse of magic. For an instant, her body went into shock. Trying to cast without energy nearly always resulted in, if not always death, then at least some severe brain damage. However, she had no choice but to plunge ahead.

A moment later, Twenari latched onto power. The girl gave a ragged scream as the ancient magic poured into her, lighting her very bones with bloody fire. It was too much! It was beauty incarnate!

There was a second where Twenari could have been the most powerful mortal mage on the planet. Ten thousand years of runoff magic from what could have only been the work of something tantamount to the gods themselves flowed through her, around her. It became her.

Magic is as central to Twenari as air or food might be to another person. It's her purpose, her true love, and her greatest ally, even when it sometimes burns her from the inside out.

Twenari’s path began with the unique circumstances of her birth. She is the only daughter of Undeta Idansib, smuggler queen of the infamous House Tunnel Wasp, as well as a prodigy sorcerer. Though she only learns of this later, it is heavily implied that Undeta sought out a powerful sorcerer for the sole purpose of having such a gifted heir. Life with the Tunnel Wasps, spent mostly on her mother’s flagship, was one of brutality and subservience. Twenari was expected to be a perfect smuggler princess; educated and polite, ruthless and cunning. Her duties, which she began at the age of eight, included warding priority shipments, acting as an intimidation tactic, and reading the minds of any enemies her mother might torture for information. All while keeping up with her rigorous studies.

Obviously, this wore on the kindhearted girl. After delving into the mind of an innocent pawn in a game between crime syndicates whom her mother killed regardless, Twenari fled the Tunnel Wasp flagship. She ended up on the shores of a rural, out-of-the-way island called Saaz, and running right into a certain pair of seafolk in hiding. However, Twenari’s mother is not one to easily let go of anything valuable, especially not her main source of magic.

That is where the story of Honor's Outcasts picks up. As Twenari soon learns, her mother’s pursuit may be the least of her worries in the wide, wild world.

As a person, Twenari carries a pragmatism and maturity well beyond her years. She is insatiably curious about everything from cooking to divine magic, yet she approaches all of these interests with methodical precision. Some would be quick to call her cold. However, a righteous heart hides beneath the shield of aloof severity. She cares deeply for the family she's come to choose and will help them with their own problems in any way she can. Acts of service is very much Twenari’s love language.

As for what she looks like, there's a four year gap between books one and two, so that changes a bit. In book one, she's a messy-haired twelve-year-old with absolutely zero meat on her bones. In the later books, she's a tall girl of sixteen with many piercings in her ears. She has dark skin, short locs she keeps under a kerchief, bright tawny eyes, and prefers skirts to pants. There is a tattoo of a stylized tunnel wasp on her wrist.

Now for some fun facts!

Twenari loves to cook. She cooks most meals for the quartet.

She's unimaginably terrible with kids her own age.

She has resting crazy eyes.

Despite her natural sorcerous gifts, she wants to go to school to study runic magic and alchemy. Every sort of magic will bend to her will one day, or so she hopes.

She's an amateur arborist.

Being 12/16, she swears the least out of my main cast, however, she's picked up a lot of Halawema’ishi curses from Izjik. Most of these are eel-related.

And that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoy this absolute freak of a prodigy middle schooler raised by the fantasy cartel. Lmk which outcast I should do next!

Have a bitchin day <3

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[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Black cat: 7 Oct. Suptober

Dean didn't understand cats, except this one at this exact moment.

deancas all-the-way-au meetcute schmoop (allergies what allergies)

The thing was, Dean hadn't meant to care about the cat. The cat, much like the dryer that didn't dry well and the kitchen faucet that dripped and the corner of the porch that leaked, came with the house. Sleek and black and fat as a butterball, as Dean's mom might have said, the cat was in some ways just another fixture. He stayed out of Dean's way (mostly) and Dean stayed out of his.

Sam and the cat were casual buddies, in that Sam fed the cat, gave him fresh water daily, and cleaned the cat pan. Dean spotted Sam trying to fist bump the cat once, when the two of them were plopped on the living room rug; the cat had given Sam a look of utter disdain and gone back to licking his butthole.

Dean chose not to comment. 

It was the third day of Sam visiting his so-called just a friend Eileen a few towns away. Dean had thought it would be nice to be alone for a week – he sorta kinda missed the semesters Sam had lived on campus or been overseas. And the utter quiet inside the house, save the occasional reminding meow, had been soothing a few hours. For company, Dean opened some windows: the trees, with early-season leaves starting to turn crunchy, chittered; a cricket under the back deck was plaintive in its attempts to woo. Down in the woods, slithery shadows, or probably just squirrels, rushed back and forth.

The problem was that the cat also got in on the window action, going from one sill to the other to the other and back. Up down across up down across. Chirping. Trilling. Clacking his teeth at invisible specters. Flicking his tail such that it thumped a side table ominously.

Sam would've known what to do, which was likely nothing at all. Cats were weird, Dean had always held, and nothing about this particular cat disproved his assumptions.

Maybe he was lonesome, Dean thought, watching the cat paw at the window screen.

He who. That thought made Dean huddle down in his old blanket. The house was very, very quiet.

He picked up his phone and scrolled. 'Last owner', he'd named the contact. He dialed the number and held his breath. 

"Deano," answered a smarmy voice. "How goes it?" After a beat of silence: "Name's Gabriel. And you called me."

Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah. Sorry. Hi."

"What's up? House haunted or something?"

"The cat seems restless." Dean groaned inwardly at his patheticness.

Gabriel snorted. "I can't believe you kept him. You struck me – no offense – as the kind of guy who'd pawn a cat off on a one night stand."

"Well, I didn't." Dean sighed. "Do you have any advice?"

"Nah. I'll send over reinforcements. You'll be home in an hour?"

"Yes, but–" Dean glared at the Call Ended screen.

The knock came in less than a half hour. Twenty minutes, tops. Dean hauled himself off the couch and padded over to the porch side door. The cat flew off the window sill and wound himself around and around Dean's ankles.

"Gabriel sent me," a deep voice called out.

Dean opened the door. The deep voice's face blinked blue eyes and smiled shyly. Dean, as if possessed, bent down, without breaking eye contact, and picked up the damn cat, who wriggled around like a bag of eels and launched himself into the other man's arms.

"Hi, Homer," Deep Voice said, scratching the cat behind the ears. 

Homer purred and purred. "Homer?" Dean asked, sounding like he'd just achieved puberty.

"What have you been calling him?" Deep Voice tipped his head, as if genuinely curious.

"Nothing." Dean felt sheepish as a wool sweater. "He's just. A cat."

"Gabriel named him," Deep Voice said. "I'm not surprised he didn't bother to tell you literally anything about him, though. I'm Castiel." 

Homer meowed, as if to agree; he burrowed against Castiel's shoulder and purred and drooled, overcome with affection.

Dean didn't understand cats, except this one at this exact moment.

"You didn't want to take Homer with you?" Dean asked, stepping back to allow Castiel and Homer further into the house. "When Sam and I bought the place, I mean."

"Ah, no." Castiel looked around, a slightly wistful expression crossing his features. "I never lived here. After our grandparents died, it was Gabriel's to sell." He let the cat leap from his hold onto the formal dining room table, where Homer immediately beached himself and started a vigorous grooming ritual.

Castiel gave Dean an apologetic look.

"We seldom eat there," Dean said. "No worries."

"I wasn't in town when Gabriel sold the property." Castiel exhaled slowly; it seemed like being in the house was harder than he'd expected. "You and your brother have made the place very welcoming. I imagine Homer loves it here still."

"Well, it's a work in progress," Dean said, thinking about the long list of projects he planned to tackle in the coming months, if he could ever get out of his own way. "I'm not sure Homer's very happy. He's been wearing grooves in the window sills the last few days."

"Watching bats," Castiel said confidently.

"What," Dean said.

"You've never sat outside this time of year? Bat pups are starting to fly, and everyone's preparing for colder weather. And the nearest caves aren't too far down the hill. I hope Gabriel gave you a map of the woods?"

"Maybe he gave one to Sam." Dean blew out a breath. "I think I've been in a post-moving fog or something."

Castiel nodded. "Moving house is extremely stressful. I only moved back to town a month ago. The readjustment has been… Strange." He glanced up at the kitchen cabinets with another half sad, half remembering expression. "Our grandmother used to line those with baskets. They were mostly decorative, but she always said baskets were useful, and she used them for everything: laundry, flowers, fruit. Our toys when we were younger. Mushrooms when we'd go foraging." He wrung his hands a bit. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Dean felt something in his chest lift, like some weight he hadn't known he'd been carrying had begun to roll away. He and Castiel watched the cat lick his paws and wash his face for a few minutes. 

"Homer like the philosopher?" Dean asked.

"Homer like the Simpson." Castiel shook his head. "I'm not well versed in that show."

Dean had Opinions on the subject. "The first eight seasons are considered classics for a reason, Cas. If you wanna get into them, we could do a marathon." He absolutely refused to mentally acknowledge the color of his cheeks. Let Cas think he was running a fever.

"I'd like that," Cas said, as earnest as though he had no concerns about possible contamination.

Homer meowed his yes vote.

"Are you busy right now?" Dean asked, finding his own confidence.

Cas held out his arms. Homer launched himself into them again and they headed for the couch.

Dean hid a silly little smile and followed.

[officialdaydreamer00]

TWST spotlight!!

thank you to all the people who tagged me in their twst spotlight :o yguys are such darlings and i love how my circle expanded in just a month or two! ily mwah <3 /pla

i can't remember my early mutuals' order but anyways look at my friends!!

@azulashengrottospiano aka aubbie 🐙!! my first mutual on tumblr and THE author who singlehandedly fuel my love for twst in my earlier days in the fandom :D azul's legal wife and writes characters x reader oneshots SO HONKING WELL i am blushing giggling kicking my feet ESPECIALLY HER OCTAVINELLE FICS :000

@shyhaya aka hayami 🌺!! oh so shy but she's such a darling to talk to <3 has beautiful fics for so many fandoms HOW ARE YOU SO TALENTED?? i am in love with your writings shaking you hard

@hisui-dreamer aka rinna 🌟!! one of my fellow jade kissers and writes VERY DELISH fics (i am in shambles over this one in particular) eating your writings om nom nom

@identity-theft-101 aka denti 🪓!! a menace, he's just like me fr fr :D one of my fellow eel kissers and the enabler of my ever growing obsession for the tweels AND I AM LOSING IT OVER HIS DOODLES OF THE TWEELS AND HIS OC REMY

@aqua-beam aka calira 🎉!! my platonic soulmate and fellow jade kisser 🫵🏻 (/aff) brings me so so much serotonin whenever we interact, her reblogs on my posts always succeed to make my day :D

@siren-serenity aka rennie 🌙!! one of the writers i look up to the most in the twst community :D i don't think she's usually active, but whenever she does, it never fails to bring a smile on my face c: absolutely beautiful writings and a super cool oc named melody striker whom i love a lot!

@shinysparklesapphires aka sapphy 🎀!! she's so passionate about precure :D has a cute artstyle and very cool ocs, i think navi is the first one xe introduced to me through my earrings event :o phrog prince my beloved c:

@ceruleancattail aka ceru 🔷 another one of the writers i look up to the most bc their writings have me in a chokehold ACK their twst aus are so very creative and bantering with mooties about cater diamond is very entertaining ^^

@cecilebutcher aka cece 🪩!! fellow floyd kisser and has a great masterlist :D they write for twst and obey me and i adore their ocs! also AESTHETIC MOODBOARD FOR EACH OF THEIR OC I EAT!! :O

@moonlit-midnight aka hannah 🌸!! beautiful writings that makes me cry randomly when im in the mood to read at night c: the fellow jade kisser and writes TWO octavinelle masterlists + twst hcs in which my heart go brrrrrrrrr

@leonistic aka soru 🍞!! number one leona kisser on my blog lmao c: HER WRITINGS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I AM SHAKING YOU BACK AND FORTH :0

@nem0-nee aka nem 🃏!! my newest mootie and THE artist whose art had me in a chokehold for weeks now c: her art is so srcumptious i want to put it on a pedestal and stare at it in awe :D also AESTHETIC *om nom nom p2*

any of my other mooties who are not on here are also very amazing c:

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Slipping Under

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: Rape/Non-con, Octopus!Shigaraki, Panther!Dabi, shifter AU, no quirks AU, non-human genitalia, tentacle dicks, tentacle rape, oviposition, paralytics, mindbreak/Stockholm Syndrome, drowning, physical abuse, threats of violence, double penetration, orgasm delay/denial, prostate milking, loss of virginity, forced feminization, face fucking, cum swallowing, creampie, breeding kink (no mpreg), infertility, egg birth, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, anal gaping, praise kink, captor/captive romance, twisted and fluffy feelings, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

You can also read on AO3 here!

Word Count: 14859

The forest burning was not his fault. He was given an entire mountain range to patrol on his own, and the fact that the small group of mortal warriors had even made it to him was evidence that someone else was not doing their job. But when the torch fell, when the brush caught before Dabi could stop it in favor of making sure there were no survivors to bring back to the edge of their civilization, he had expected to die a hero. His father had him treated, but only to bring him to trial for failure to uphold his duties. He was stripped of his clan, renamed for the fire that had destroyed so much of the mountainside, and exiled. 

Six months since then, six months of pain and wandering. Six months since he could shift fully, sleep comfortably, fill his stomach. And Dabi is tired. When he finds a river he can fish he nearly sobs his relief. Chasing down prey has been nearly impossible with his skin still stapled together, but fishing, that is waiting and striking once. He finds a place along the bank, drinks deeply, and then waits. 

///

For three days he is able to feed himself, sleeping in the tall plants, trying to give his exhausted body the time it needs to heal. He doesn't see any other shifters, though other animals come to drink from the river. None that pose him any threat though and he is determined to stay here until he is able to shift again. 

On the forth day as he watches the water move languidly, he sees a faint shadow much further down the river. He sniffs, turning his attention to it. Another panther? He can't smell it if it is. Maybe a larger fish? He starts to move carefully in that direction. He'll stay on the bank, but he would like to know if something has come to invade his little place of peace. He isn't sure if he's prepared for a fight, but he can try. He doesn't see the shadow anymore, but as he goes along the bank he notices that the water gets much deeper. He can't see the bottom anymore, a darker blue here that he thinks means it's likely deep enough to dive into.

Deeper enough that he imagines larger fish will probably be able to swim through this area and his stomach growls. The smaller ones he's been able to catch are good, but he would love to get something large enough to put a stone in his gut, something to fill him so that he can go and fins a tree to sleep in for the rest of the day. That would be possibly the best thing that could happen today. He lingers on the bank and waits. 

The sun is just starting to dye the land in shades of golden light when he sees a bigger shadow moving beneath the water. He can't tell what kind of fish it is, but he doesn't care, it's large enough that he knows it will be a good meal. He moves up to the very edge of the bank, ready to catch it as it moves closer to the surface, and Dabi realizes that the long shape might actually be an eel or a snake. He starts to retreat, but movement catches his attention out of the corner of his eye and terror spikes through his veins. 

The octopusfolk had tucked his torso and other limbs up against the crevasse of rock along the embankment, and as Dabi moves in so close to the edge of the water, he strikes. Dabi tries to move, he tries to scratch out at him with his claws, but there are too many limbs wrapping like mortal steel shackles around his limbs, his neck, his waist, and before he can even let out a yowl, he is being pulled into the river. 

He tries to thrash as the water rushes into his nose and over his eyes, managing to only get a bit of it uncomfortably into his throat from his surprise before he holds his breath as best he can as panic surges through him. He opens his mouth to snap at the limbs holding him, but that just makes the tentacle tighten so sharply around his neck that the blood flow is crushed as surely as his breath would have been, making dark spots bloom across his vision. He tries again anyway. This creature will either drown him or break his neck if he doesn't fight back. The tentacles wrench his arms behind his back at a hard angle that nearly make him cry out. He's dizzy from the pain more so than the loss of oxygen so far. 

It takes him a second through that haze to realize that they are moving through the murky water. The octopus is swimming upstream, far past where Dabi has ever traveled before. Dragging him back to his den to eat, he guesses and tries to pull out of the impossibly tight embrace again. If anything that only makes his lungs ache more, the pressure building and building like he's burning again as his his chest starves for air. He fights the crushing darkness that is moving in along the edges of his eyes, the screaming terror in his mind, the tight grip on his limbs. He survived alone when so many humans came to destroy their home. He survived being burned and exiled from his community, surely there is a way for him to survive this. 

As the water finally fills his mouth again and his vision goes dark, he thinks that will be his last thought before he dies.

///

He wakes up, drenched, his throat and nose burning, and on a different embankment. He coughs, trying to clear that horrible ache from his throat and chest, and tries to get his limbs under him. His whole body feels weak, and his limbs ache sharply from being restrained, but he manages to push himself up from the stones and sand and take in his surroundings. He's... in a mountain? Maybe? He's not certain. He just knows that he's surrounded on all sides by tall stone walls, tapering up to about a hundred feet until he can see the sky above. All around him, in maybe eighty feet of space, brush and only a single large tree growing up towards the light, sits around the semicircular pool of water that must lead from the river into this grotto or sorts. 

He starts to push himself off of the ground and away from the water, not eager to go near that for the moment as he tries to shake the terror of drowning. Not a moment too soon as the octopus's head breaches the slight ripples of the pond. Long white hair drips across his face, and in the water around his shoulders. There's a strange texture around his lips and eyes which shine as bright as blood, set into a pale face. Scars litter his face, over one eye, slashed across his lip, and spilling down to the bare bits of his shoulders that Dabi can see above the water. 

His throat is still aching, but he bares his teeth and tries to growl anyway. The sound rattles out of him shakily, and the octopus doesn't look intimidated in the slightest. 

"You were fishing my river." 

"It's a river, no one owns it." He snaps right back. The creature's voice isn't any deeper than his own, but there's a raspy quality to it that makes his fur stand on end. His teeth are more needle-like as his mouth opens around his words, but they're still sharp. Definitely could take a chunk out of him and it's a miracle that he hadn't tried that already. 

"This is my river, hadn't you noticed that no other creatures came to drink in it, or fish nearby? Have you ever even seen a bird fly overhead?" 

Dabi bristles. No. He had been grateful for that at the time, so nervous about getting into a fight while he was still healing, that he had just taken it as a rare stroke of good luck. "...I'm not from here." 

"Clearly. But that doesn't excuse theft. I have killed every creature who dared be as bold as you." The octopus's head tilts slightly. "But you've made this mistake at an interesting time, so I'll offer you a choice: I can kill you, like I have all of the others, or you will remain here for... four months. You will be mine for that time and I will care for you, and assist you in leaving this place when that time is finished." 

"Why the fuck would I agree to any of that and not just kill you?" 

"Because even if you were to get the upper hand in a fight against me," and Dabi bristles as the creature's eyes drag over him to find the scars and sutures keeping his skin in place. "You won't be able to escape. No land-born creature has ever been able to hold their breath long enough to find the entrance to this grotto, and the walls are too sheer for any to climb. Even if you killed me, you would starve or drown alone in here." His voice is too calm and even, too sure. It makes Dabi's skin crawl and a hollowness fill his gut. 

"...Why are those the only two options? I didn't know the river was your territory. I know now. You could just let me leave and I won't ever fish it again." 

"And what would stop you from thinking that maybe, some other time, that you could get away with just a sip, just a bite, here or there? Surely you could manage that, since I cannot possibly monitor the entire length of it at all times. No. Those who violate my territory die. You are being given one exception." 

"...There's nothing to eat here." 

"I will feed you." 

Dabi looks up at the top of the cavern again, at the single tree that grows up towards that light, at the water that is so deep, even only a yard and a half from the bank he's on, that he cannot see the octopus's dark limbs beneath the surface.

"...Four months?"

"Four months. You will belong to me, panther." And there is a warning in that tone, but it was the same warning that came with the knowledge he will die here otherwise even if he refuses.

"...Fine." 

"Come here." The octopus swims along the bank, further along the curve of it and Dabi hesitantly stands and follows him. 

He's lead to a place that might be a bed or sorts for the creature. It's a pool of water, made by building up rocks to dam in about a foot of water, moss grown in thick layers over the bottom and up the sides where the sand does not touch. The octopus pulls himself into it and Dabi realizes that he's even larger than he thought he was, his tentacles easily as long as Dabi himself is tall. His arms and chest are also heavily scared with his fingers ending in wicked black talons that curve off of his nailbeds. Dabi has not often felt disconcerted around other predators, but this creature makes an instinctive fear shudder down his spine. Seafolk don't normally make their homes this far inland, and his alien form makes something in him want to run very, very far away as quickly as possible. 

"What should I call you?" He doesn't even know if seafolk have names like theirs. 

"It's rude to ask for a name without offering one yourself. Though I'm not certain why I'm surprised given you had no qualms about stealing from me." 

"I didn't know," he snaps, his cheeks going hot with his frustration and shame. The octopus looks entirely unimpressed and unmoved by the outburst. "...Dabi." 

"For now, all you need to know is that I am your master, and you can address me as such." 

"Fuck you." He would never say that his mouth gets him out of trouble nearly half as often as it gets him into it, but he knows before the last syllable has even left his lips that he should not have said the first. 

The octopus bares his teeth with an angry chitter, three of those long, inky tentacles reaching out and lashing tight around his ankles, his waist, a wrist, and yanking. He can't even try to dig his heels into the bank because he is startlingly certain that if he did his arm would get dislocated in the process. His center of gravity shifts sharply, and he's torn from the bank and into the pool, his feet splash in and Dabi's pulse spikes sharply with his fear as he tumbles, terrified that he will fall back and crack his head open on some of the rocks built up around the edge, but there are more tentacles, around his chest, catching his other wrist, wrapping tight around his throat, the skin slick and cold like a fish. His back hits soft algae, and then the creature is right in his face, those bright red eyes furious and his teeth bared. Dabi tries to growl right back, but the sound is shaky even to his own ears as his arms are pined beneath him painfully and the weight of this creature over him, the sharpness of his talons as he is free to scratch them over Dabi's scalp as he knots one hand roughly into the tangle of his hair between his ears and pulls hard enough that Dabi knows some of his hair must be torn out, make his display much more frightening. 

"You are going to learn your place if you want to survive this." 

"Fuck, let go!"

"You do not make demands of me, kitten." Dabi lets out a feline yowl as the hand pulls harder, as the tentacles wrench his limbs to sharper angles and put pain on his joints that threatens to break them, that threaten to pull his skin free of the sutures.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" It's an old panic, an ingrained one from living with his father who's temper could turn on a dime and where submission, apologies, pleading, were sometimes the only way that the pain of the beatings, or at least the duration of them would lessen. "I'm sorry--Master! Please!" It's a panic that makes his already aching chest feel like it's going to collapse in on itself. Spirits of the earth, what did he submit himself to? 

"That's better, if you manage to be good, then I'll let you eat tonight before you sleep." 

Dabi whimpers as his hair is let go of, but his limbs aren't released. The octopus is just moving his hands to catch his waist, forcing him onto his stomach, making sure that his chin is resting just barely above the waterline in the pool, an achingly uncomfortable scrap of safety between breath and being dragged just low enough to drown in the shallowest part of the water. He holds still, his tail flicking with his agitation, but he doesn't dare say a word after just two put him in this position. 

"Much better, kitten." One of his hands moves along Dabi's back, sharp claws a bare prickle against his skin as he finds the seam that cuts across his back. "You're already so damaged," The words sting almost as sharply as the tight grip holding both of his wrist tight to the small of his back do. "If I'm not careful you'll break before I even make proper use of you. That would be a shame, but I think I will remember to be careful if you remember to behave. Do you think that sounds fair, kitten?" The words are soft and light compared to his anger, but that tone of threat is still laced through each one. 

"Yes, Master." His voice is thin with his fear. 

"That's a good girl." 

Dabi flinches, and then winces as the tentacles holding his limbs tighten a little more. "I--I'm not a girl," He vaguely knows that seafolk can be strange when it comes to their genders and sex, but he didn't know it was so different that the octopus would mistake him for--

"You will be for me, at least until my mating season is over." A new sound in the octopus's voice, something lower and rumbling almost like a purr, as his hands move to the fabric slung around Dabi's waist. It's just a strip of cloth, just the bare minimum for modesty, but nothing that would impede him if he shifted fully, if he still could when his skin is so damaged. Now it's pushed up and Dabi tries to twist away, only for his body to be pulled down, the other hand pushing his face into the water and holding him there. His whole body wants to thrash harder, but Dabi holds his breath and forces himself still. The creature keeps him there as he tears the fabric from around his waist and palms his ass, holds him under until Dabi's lungs are burning for the second time today, and only lets go of his head when he feels his body starting to give aborted little twitches to be free. 

As soon as he can, Dabi pulls his head up and gasps for breath, trying to get enough to take away the dark spots that are flickering across his vision. But even desperately trying to suck in as much air as he can, Dabi can't ignore one of those icy, slick appendages slipping between his cheeks as a hand grabs one and holds him open for it, talons biting stinging pricks into his skin. 

"Don't--" 

"You don't tell me what to do, kitten, or do you need another reminder so soon?" 

Dabi whimpers, "Please," 

"Better," the octopus drags the tip of his tentacle over Dabi's hole, the feeling of it sharply unpleasant, so cold and strangely slick with something that certainly feels thicker than the water he thought was giving it the texture. He's never had someone touch him there, always far too busy with his duties to pursue a mate of any gender, but he understand what this means. Why the octopus would bother to give him an option of living in the first place. "Since this is the first time," Dabi's gut is hollow with his terror, his helplessness as he is held prone beneath this creature. "You can plead all you want, kitten. You can beg me to stop, tell me if it hurts, and as long as you don't move away, or try to use those sharp teeth or claws, then I'll let you. But if you misbehave, I'm going to break your arms and jaw. Am I clear?" He punctuates the question by bringing the fine tip of his tentacle to his hole and prodding harshly at the tight ring of muscles, trying to force them open as Dabi's whole body only goes even tighter with his fear. 

He can't help it when his response is as much a sob as it is words, "Yes, Master." 

"Good girl." 

The tears burn and ache as they slip across his cheeks and Dabi is even more sharply confused because the sand turns red where they drip off of his face. It takes him a moment to realize, "I'm bleeding." 

The octopus chuffs. "I've barely touched you, don't be so dramatic. But you will if you don't relax for me." The tentacle presses more firmly against his center, the tip is so thin that it manages to press just inside and Dabi yelps. 

"N-No! My, my face. There's blood, please!" He doesn't know what exactly he's hoping for. If the creature is willing to mate him after breaking his limbs, he doubts bleeding will really make it stop. But the octopus does growl lowly in his throat before easing up on his body a bit. Enough so that Dabi can turn his face back a bit to him. 

The annoyance on the monster's face turns to some amount of surprise, an alien-sounding chitter slipping out of his throat as his free hand moves to catch some of the tears, the blood, slipping down his cheeks. "Oh, kitten, I think your eyes are as damaged as the rest of you." His thumb strokes up beneath his eye, talon dangerously close to the soft organ and Dabi whimpers. 

The temptation to bite his wrist is enormous, but he restrains himself with another soft sob. A broken jaw is a death sentence, a slow and painful one by starvation, and if not that, without healers, if he did manage to survive, he may never hunt for himself again, would never be able to adequately defend himself either. It would be a half life of him barely limping along until hunger or a worse predator or human killed him. He's already broken, he can't imagine being that. 

"It's alright, they're still such a pretty color." And the tone is a little more gentle than it was before. But the thought of a possible reprieve is barely a flicker on the edge of his mind before the tentacle starts to stroke just inside of him. Dabi shakes his head weakly, words caught in his throat. "It will feel good if you let it, kitten." Not even the barest flicker of mercy in his tone, or his actions as he starts to rub more insistently just inside, trying to work his muscles open. 

The appendage is slick, slicker than it was even before, even through the water that is up to his waist as his body is moved to the creature's preferences, though he allows is head to stay above the pool this time. The slickness drips inside of him, spreading that wetness around and Dabi whimpers as he feels his muscles starting to tingle. It's a strange sensation, not numb, not painful, not even just the pressure of having something trying to get inside. It's something he's never felt before and it makes his tail flick and his breathing hitch. 

The octopus sees his moving tail and curls a hand around the base, stroking his thumb over where his fur meets his skin and Dabi yelps, his whole body jolting in the tight grip. "Don't, please!" Terror in his throat as he thinks the appendage is going to be torn away. But the hand just tightens and strokes, somewhere else Dabi hasn't ever had a touch before and he's shuddering and whimpering as his muscles loosen involuntarily because that... feels good. He whimpers again as the tentacle takes that split second of reprieve to push in deeper, easily two inches inside of him now, and the taper starts to thicken. And that motion forces the muscles even wider, the tentacle stronger than his body, holding him open as the octopus chitters low in his ear as he leans in to lick away the bloody tears still slipping down his cheeks. 

"That's it baby girl, open up for me." 

Another thin sob slips from his throat as the tentacle moves deeper, stroking inside of him and it's so chilled against his burning insides that he can feel each movement of it, each flickering press of suckers inside of him as it rubs and crooks. That tingling that was going through him starts to spread through his legs, up his abdomen and into his tail. It's with another fearful cry that Dabi realizes that he can't move at all from the waist down, even if he can still feel the tentacles moving over his skin. 

"I--I can't--" 

"Already? Good." Dabi yowls as with that confirmation, the tentacles go from restraining his legs to spreading them open wider, one thick coil of his limb going beneath his pelvis and pulling him up a bit more so that he's presenting for the other and ready to be mounted. Dabi bites his lip hard to keep from crying out as shame spills through his body, but that doesn't mean that the octopus can't feel it himself. "Oh, kitten, you like it this much?" As the tentacle moves more deliberately under his pelvis, moves so that it can cup his half-hard cock and balls between his suckers. 

Dabi shakes his head weakly, words failing him, but there's no hiding away from the sour pleasure that's starting to stoke through him as one sucker presses to his head like a fluttering mouth and starts to kiss and pull at him there. He whimpers, wanting to squirm away, but he can't move at all, even as the tentacles that were restraining his arms let go as well, their grip not needed anymore as whatever the octopus has done to make his muscles weak spreads through the rest of his body. 

The octopus hums and fucks his tentacle deeper into his body, thickening the length of it until Dabi's muscles are burning with the stretch, and it puts a pressure on something inside of him. Something that makes pleasure jolt along his nerves and makes his cock thicken the rest of the way as a broken moan bubbles out of his throat. "That's it, baby girl. I told you it would feel good. Can't even pretend you don't want it anymore." He murmurs, words cut through with a constant chittering purr. His mouth galls to the back of Dabi's neck, pressing soft kisses there as he strokes his cock and his insides so firmly in the same move. It feels good and Dabi is sick to his stomach with that. 

"No, please, I don't, please, stop, please," he pleads with another sob, trying to fight away the paralytic that is holding him down. 

"You don't want it?" He fucks into him again roughly, making sure to seal a sucker over that spot inside of him and giving a hard pull that nearly makes Dabi's vision white out as he screams as his cock aches from how blinding that burst of pleasure is. "This doesn't feel good, baby? You don't want to cum with my cocks inside of you?" 

It's hard to focus as a sweat breaks out across his body as he is rendered so helpless beneath the creature. He can barely manage it, but his muscles move just enough for the slightest shake of his head as he cries. 

"Alright, kitten, you won't then." And the tentacle beneath his pelvis shifts. The thinnest part of it, another joining, reach between his legs and wrap firmly around the base of his cock and his balls, not quite causing pain, but applying a choking pressure to him there that he's never felt before. The tentacle inside him retreats, slithering out of him and coiling wetly against his thigh so that he can move a hand to his ass instead. His thumb strokes around his rim, humiliating Dabi with how wide he can feel that he's been stretched. "There, just wide enough to fit, and so much easier than I was expecting. I didn't even have to break you." 

There's shifting in the water that he hates, that fills him with fear as the monster presumably readies his cock to push inside. Dabi strains his vision, trying to see over his shoulder, one cheek pressed firmly to the sand, and watches with horror as two new tentacles crawl out from underneath the spill of the others. These are different, both as stark white as his hair, and neither having suckers until about halfway along their lengths, but one has a wider, diamond-shaped head that curves inwards slightly like a spoon, and the other has a more bulbous tip. And they're both huge. The same size as the rest of his tentacles. He hears the octopus groan softly as they come out from beneath him, dripping and rubbing against one another before they start to reach for him like the others have. 

"Stop, please! Please, they won't fit--!" He cries out as his tail is tugged on as the octopus gives him a warning snarl. "Please, Master, please don't," he corrects with a sob, even though he knows the words are falling on deaf ears. The diamond-shaped head presses against him first, drenching his hole with its slick as it dips just inside before pulling out, until there is so much slick that Dabi can feel it rolling down his balls. "Master," he sounds breathless, his eyes burning with tears, his face hot with his humiliation, and a horrible ache making itself know in his cock as the head starts to push all the way inside, the widest part of it making him stretch again. It's not painful. Dabi wishes it were painful. He doesn't want the pleasure that spills along his spine as the cock pulses and shifts, feeding itself inch-by-inch inside of his limp body. 

He brings it as deep as he had the first tentacle before he pulls it all the way back out in one smooth movement that has Dabi's mouth filling with blood as he bites into his lower lip to keep the sounds of his unwanted pleasure behind his teeth. The octopus fucks it into him again, trusting his slick has made him more than wet enough for it, and manages to do so, pushing in even deeper and making Dabi see stars again. The loud moan that echoes against the cavern walls is met with a cruel laugh and Dabi wishes he'd chosen death. 

"My pretty, broken kitten," he chitters, hands stroking over his skin as he keeps fucking him on the first cock. "Just needs her pussy stuffed full to turn into such a sweet little thing." He feels the more bulbus head starting to stroke at his rim too, "Don't worry, baby girl, you're going to be full for days." 

Days? Terror tries to fight its way through the pleasure. Can octopuses mate for days at a time? He'll die. He really will die if the creature-- Dabi keens his distress as the diamond head pulls all the way out so that both of his cocks can push inside together. The pressure is blinding and radiates sharply to his cock and balls as the tentacles there tighten their hold, as Dabi realizes with a sob, that he would have cum if not for their choking presence. He hears the octopus starting to click in the back of his throat, breathy sounds that he thinks are the creature's own pleasure as he starts to slowly work both of his cocks deeper inside of Dabi's body. He doesn't pull them back nearly as far again, only enough to work more slick inside of him as it drips all over his skin, and then goes deeper. 

Dabi is scared he's going to push in so deep that he'll be able to feel him in his throat, but something inside of him, some invisible tightening before he reaches too deep inside, keeps the octopus from pushing all the way into his guts. It's still sensation there that he's never felt before, pressure and an awareness inside of him that is dizzying. 

"Breathe, kitten, you're alright. You're doing such a good job, you just need to keep breathing for me, baby girl." Only realizes as his hand strokes his hair between his ears that he's hyperventilating. He rubs and strokes inside at that place, his cocks rubbing against each other, along Dabi's walls, faster, more insistently, and he hears the octopus's breath go a little rougher with his pleasure. He realizes then that he must be getting close.

"Don't, too full, please--" he sobs weakly, but looses any other words as he feels one of the cocks twitch more irregularly, and then he's getting even fuller, soaking wet, as the octopus starts to cum. Dabi mewls, bloody tears dripping down his face because it's so much, too much. 

But not enough for him to not notice the solid bump that is suddenly pressing at his rim. Wider than the other tentacles, inside of it, and pushing insistently against the muscles. Dabi didn't think he could be stretched any wider, but the bump pushes and his muscles are helpless to do anything but open wider or tear. The slickness and toxin do their work of forcing him to accept the bulge, and it feels so solid as it moves down the length of one of the tentacles, until it's pressing against that tight spot deep inside of him too, adding more inside that makes him whimper. The solid thing seems to slip free of his tentacle and before Dabi can even think to ask what he's doing, another is pressing at his rim. 

Three more slip inside of him, each squeezing a mixture of the octopus's slick and cum out of his aching hole, and Dabi is sure that he would be writhing if his body weren't paralyzed. As it is, "Please, Master, please," He begs weakly, eyes puffy from crying and dizzy from how full he is and how badly his cock hurts as more and more of the round things are pushed inside. 

"What is it baby girl? Not full enough yet? Don't worry, kitten, I have plenty of more eggs for you." Eggs? That's what he's putting inside of him? Dabi tries to move, to thrash away, but the toxins keep him still and weeping against the sand as a fifth pushes past his rim, the cocks are having to draw a little further out of him with each new one, he whimpers loudly as he does the pressure against that special place inside of him is too much and there's a burning, aching pleasure-pain that's radiating from there to his balls. A sharp heat that is so noticeable against the cool slide of the tentacles holding him tight as it travels along the length of his dick. Dabi cries out in humiliation as he feels something starting to pour out of his cock, burning hot and releasing a little bit of that pressure as a sixth egg stretches past his sore hole. It's a shaky, embarrassing pleasure, and he can't even look between his legs as something thinner than his cum, but thicker than urine spills out of him in a constant stream. So hot and so much, that the octopus notices as it runs all along the dark coils of his tentacles. 

He chitters with his amusement. "Oh, kitten, like being filled up so much you squirted? Even after all of that whining?" He chitters contentedly as he nuzzles into his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin, and releasing one of the tentacles tight around his shaft so that the liquid can pour out of him faster and the tentacle can make it feel even better as it strokes him, milking each drop out as it does. Then he moves the parts of his cocks still inside him experimentally. "Hmm, I think you have room for one more, don't you?" Dabi sobs. 

"N-no, please," 

"Two then." 

Dabi learns the lesson even without the threat on the edge of his voice. "Two, Master." He agrees, scared of being torn open around a third, or nature abound, a fourth. It's a fresh humiliation that as the final two eggs are pushed inside, he doesn't stop... squirting until the octopus fully draws his tentacles out and starts to knead at his hole, coaxing the muscles closed around the mess that keeps threatening to drip out. 

"There, baby. You did such a good job. Going to make the perfect incubator for me, aren't you?" The octopus picks him up, rolling him onto his back when he thinks that he can, and Dabi can't help but whimper because he's so full still, and he can feel the eggs rubbing and moving inside of him. Can see himself then, and the thin milky cum that has spilled all over the tentacles that were around him and across his stomach and thighs. And his stomach, it's not as flat as it was before. Not bulging, even though he thinks it should be from how full he feels, but certainly a bit bloated like he's eaten a sizable meal. The octopus puts a clawed hand there, pressing softly and Dabi mewls in humiliation as the pressure makes more of the creature's cum leak out from his achy hole. 

The creature chuckles. "Why don't you nap for a while, kitten? I'm sure you're tired. You were so well-behaved, I'll go find something for you to eat." Leans up and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose with a mocking sweetness. "And when I come back, if you've misbehaved, or tried to take any of my eggs out, then I'll pump your stomach full of them as well. Understand?" 

"...Yes, Master." He doesn't know if he'll need to break his jaw to open is mouth wide enough to accept the tentacle, and he doesn't want to find out. 

"Good girl." He lifts him easily, getting him onto the bank properly, and laying him down so that he's not in the water or at risk of drowning if he somehow shifts before getting full control of his limbs back. The octopus then slips back out of his bed, moving three of the stones so that the dirty water from their mating can spill back into the wider pool and be refreshed with a cleaner flow from the river. Then he disappears under the waves again, and once he's gone. Dabi lets his body be wracked with deep, wrenching sobs. 

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The feeling came back to his body after an hour or so, but Dabi couldn't really bring himself to move, terrified that any movement might make the eggs inside of him shift and slip out of his sore hole, cum still slowly leaking out of him and creating a puddle in the sand. After another hour, the sun had started to set and the octopus returned with a large fish of a breed that Dabi hadn't ever seen, and instructed him to eat. He hadn't wanted to, sick to his stomach from what had happened before, but too scared to disobey. 

With his stomach full, the exhaustion from his body had finally overtaken him, and he fell asleep as the creature watched him from his pool. 

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When he wakes the next day, it's because he's whimpering. A hazy warmth has spread through his limbs and made them tingle and even just shifting the slightest bit has him shoving his knuckles between his teeth because... he's hard. The eggs inside of him have moved in his sleep, settle against that spot inside, and his cock is straining up against his stomach, must have been for a while because he's smeared with his pre and feels so achingly close. He lets out a yelp when hands catch him around his biceps as the octopus pulls himself out of his pool with a yawn. 

"Oh kitten, that didn't last long. Even less compatible than I thought. Come here." He locks an arm around his chest before Dabi can try and claw at him, and pulls him into his embrace, a few of his tentacles catch around his thighs and spread them open. Dabi squeaks, feeling the weight of one of the eggs against his hole,

"W-wait--" and desperately not wanting to be punished the way he was threatened the night before. 

"Shh," one of his tentacles comes up to his hole and rubs around it gently, prodding lightly at his center as he hums softly. "Looks like they're ready to come out, kitten. Stay still and let me help." One of the appendages moves to wrap around his cock and balls again, putting that choking pressure in him from root to tip like he had the day before and Dabi lets out a low, feline whine. "You said you didn't want to cum, baby girl. So now you won't. Maybe if you're good for me until the next clutch, you'll earn a reward." 

The tentacle prods around his hole like it had before, but this time, he can't try to keep his muscles tense even if he wanted to, and just a few passes has the octopus's cum pouring out of him, pushing one of the eggs right up against his rim, and Dabi doesn't think he's imagining that they feel... bigger than they were yesterday. His cock twitches in the confines of the tentacles, a shaky, foreign pleasure making his whole body tremble in the monster's arms. The tip slips inside of him, pulling his hole wider as the creature's other hand goes and presses on that slight bloat low on his stomach and the reaction is instantaneous. Dabi lets out a loud moan as the egg squeezes itself out of his hole, that burst of relief at the slight lessening of the ache inside of him making his cock throb and pleasure surge through him. 

"There," one of the unoccupied tentacles moves between his legs and brings up the egg from the sand, moving to swish it through the water to clean it before the octopus brings it up and offers it to Dabi. It's a little bit larger than his fist, and the color of amethyst, perfectly round and almost gelatinous looking. It feels squishy in his palms when he hesitantly opens them to accept it, and it's warm from... his body in his hands. The octopus presses a kiss to his temple, "Now let's get out the others." 

It's an achingly long process, lasting until the sun is high overhead, as the tentacle works its way inside of him and slowly coaxes the eggs close enough to his hole that he can manage to push them out, each one feeling so massive as he does and putting an exhausting strain on his muscles. He's not even paralyzed today, but he couldn't try to swipe at or bite the other creature if he wanted to, not when he feels absolutely hollowed out  around the slow emptiness that's building inside of him and how badly his cock is aching, flushed so dark and not allowed to cum. By the fifth egg, Dabi is crying again, hitching little gasps and sobs around tiny pitiful mewls as he's made to... give birth to this monster's eggs. His tentacle pushes in deeper to catch the next egg and Dabi nearly claws at his arm with his free hand, other being forced to hold the clutch as they're pulled from him, as his pleasure spikes white-hot in his veins. 

"Master," The word slips out on a loud moan, his back arching against the creature's chest as his hips jump and rock, angling down to try and chase that feeling. 

He can feel the other's chest rumbling with those chittering purrs again as he pulls the next egg closer, and the next after that, each subsequent one making sure to drag over that special place that strips back the horror of what is being done to him and leaves Dabi writhing with his pleasure. He can't stop moaning and whimpering each time an egg slips free he's emptier, and that hollowness is so sharply uncomfortable. When the last one slips free and he is left empty, Dabi gives a rougher sob, shaking his head weakly. He-- he needs more. Even with the choked pressure of his cock, he we so, so close to that thinner pleasure that he felt yesterday when he'd-- when he'd squirted for the monster. He would take anything to have relief after enduring this all for so long, and his throat is so thick, his stomach a sickened knot, as he begs, 

"Please, Master, please," just for any hope of relief. 

"I'm going to enjoy keeping you just like this, kitten." He purrs, but he does feed a tentacle back inside of Dabi's gaping hole and start to rub against that place. It feels swollen and achy, but so good, and fresh tears stream across his cheeks as Dabi's mouth falls open around his moans as that burning pleasure builds inside of him again. Builds higher and higher, until he feels it along his length, and gets to watch this time as a fresh bead of pre joins the mess already all over his stomach before the drop becomes a stream and it just starts to pour out of him in a constant flow until he's soaked again with the fluid, little moans and relieved sobs slipping from his throat as he's finally, finally allowed relief for the first time since he woke. 

By the time his cock stops dripping, Dabi's body is a mess again. The octopus's slick and cum all down his thighs, his own across his stomach, his face dripping with his bloody tears, and his whole body drenched in sweat. He can't do anything other than slump bonelessly against the monster's chest, so tired that all he wants to do is sleep again. Another soft kiss gets pressed to his temple before the tentacles pull away from his skin and the octopus is shifting him to lay down back against the sand. 

"You did a very good job, baby girl." The monster praises as he starts to gently take each of the eggs from his arms. "Rest up. When you're tight again, it will be time to give you the next clutch." 

He's so exhausted that even the sharper spike of fear that goes through him then isn't enough to force his limbs into movement, as he lays aching in the sand.

///

It takes two days before the creature thinks that he's ready to take more of the eggs, and again he's held down, paralyzed, and fucked full of the eggs and his cum. And again, the next day he's cradled in his arms until the very last one has been pushed out of his body. It's a horrible, exhausting cycle that leaves Dabi weaker than he could have ever imagined being, especially as the burns continue to try to heal across his body. But the exhaustion is not nearly as deep as he pretends that it is as he waits for the octopus to leave again to patrol his territory after the eggs have been removed again. The creature takes those with him, as he did after the first time, and Dabi doesn't know if he's storing them deep in the pool until they hatch or if he's hiding them away because Dabi is more than tempted to crush every single one to ensure that no other monsters like that one are born. He tests how weak his legs are and then is careful as he goes over to the pool. The creature helped him bathe after he hid away the first clutch, and he doubts that it will look suspicious if he is in the water when he returns if he comes back and finds him in it. Dabi hopes he won't though. 

He slips into the water, deepening his breaths slowly until he's taken in as much oxygen as he can, and then starting to swim down. His eyes try to adjust to the dark as he swims down and then holds still, feeling the current in the water and then moving into it. The current has to be where the river flows, and he is bound and determined to swim out. But the pool is deep. Far deeper than he thought it was. He tries swimming towards the hardest current, but the water gets so dark that he can't see anymore, and his chest aches sharply. He's forced to try to return to the surface to suck in deep gasps of air, and when his lungs are full, he tries twice more. Each time he gets no closer to finding the exit through the water.

When he cannot stand to experience that disappointment anymore, he gets out of the water and begins to move around the modest chamber. The walls are sheer to the top, with very few places to hold onto, and too tough for his claws to pierce to afford him any leverage to climb, and there are no other cracks or crevasses in the dirt or stone for him to get through. He brings a stone from the shore and tries to chip it against the rocks, but the sound is horrendously loud, and the rock in his hand chips faster than the wall. He tries to dig at the earth, but the cavern walls are set in deep to the ground, and he cannot find the edge. With all of his other options explored, he moves to the center of the cavern and to the tree. 

Climbing this, at least, is easy. He has been climbing trees all his life and he has no trouble getting up high into the bows and branches. But when he is at the very top, he confirms what he assumed from below. The tree is the highest vantage point in the cavern, but the top of it, that little hole of daylight that streams through, is still nearly sixty feet above him. With the tree nowhere close to any of the walls, Dabi can't even risk leaping from it and trying to grab onto the rock and attempt to claw his way up. He can just sit, a little ways off of the ground. 

It's not until the creature returns with a collection of fish that he realizes that he has never seen him properly on the land. The octopus glances around the enclosure for a moment before looking up to find Dabi in the tree. 

"Get down from there and come eat." 

Dabi finds his nerve. "No." 

The octopus pauses setting his catch on the edge of the bank and looks up at him. "Dabi, if you don't come down from there right now, I am going to break your leg." 

"I've already laid your clutch, twice. That is more than enough compensation for fishing your river. Let me go." 

"No. You agreed to four months as mine." 

"As a prisoner, not as a-- a hatchery!" 

"Would you rather be dead than my mate for a few months?" The creature hisses back, his limbs whipping through the water with his agitation. Dabi's throat goes tight. He doesn't want either. "Fine. You can starve up there until you're ready to come down." And he gathers up the fish and disappears back into the water, leaving Dabi trapped and alone again. 

///

He stays in the tree all of the next day, constantly searching the water for even a flicker of movement from the octopus, but he can't find any. His stomach is achingly hollow by the time the sun sets that night with no sign of him. 

By the second day, Dabi knows things are going to be much worse. He didn't think this through. He should have brought some water up with him however he could, because his thirst is a constant agony sitting on the edge of his mind and his lips dry and parched. If he doesn't drink something in the next day or so, he won't have to worry about living long enough to starve slowly because he'll die of thirst first. He won't even last out the week without water. He holds out for another half a day, watching the water for any movement with his thirst growing so intense that he's afraid that he'll pass out before he can even reach the bank. Maybe he can run down and get some to drink quickly and then run back to the tree before the creature notices?

He is shaky and weak as he climbs back down, limbs stinging with pins and needles from holding himself in only a few positions for days, but he manages to get down to the base of the tree and stays there for a long moment. Until he thinks he can move to the edge without stumbling. He approaches carefully and quietly, already on all fours just in case he has to run, searching for that dark and light shape of the other creature beneath the waves. He cups his hands into the pool and drinks deeply, meaning to only take one or two before trying to find a stone or leaf to bring more back inland with him, but the first one doesn't nearly quench the thirst that has been building in him for so many days, and he has to take a second. 

He only sees the flash of black just before it breaks the surface of the water, grabbing at him far more quickly than he can rear back. Dabi yowls as his wrist is caught and he's yanked off-balance, tumbling into the water with a loud splash, and accidentally sucking in a lungful of water. Panic seizes him and he tries to thrash against the hold, snapping his teeth towards the whipping tentacles before a hand catches his jaw and wrenches it shut as his arms are caught and locked into place against his torso as he is dragged through the water again. Back towards the small pool. He tries to fight even harder, but just like the first time, the limbs hold him in a vice as he's pulled along to the creature's will. 

Dabi sputters and gasps for breath through his nose, when he is all but thrown into the smaller pool, back hitting the stones hard enough to bruise, and head landing in the sand that must be through sheer luck, because he knows this creature does not have an ounce of mercy in it. His jaw is still being held tightly in place so he can't snap at him again and Dabi tries to squirm out of his grasp, fear soaking his veins again. He's going to break his jaw! He knows his eyes must be as wide and terrified as the octopus's are furious as he barres his teeth in a snarl as his body looms over Dabi's everywhere he isn't holding him tight. 

"I warned you." 

He moves his hand away from his jaw though, his eyes and limbs shifting down to one of Dabi's legs-- "No! Don't!" He thrashes, trying to kick out at the other man, his tail flicking and fur standing on end as his pulse pounds impossibly loud in his ears. 

The octopus snarls again, sinking his claws into his thigh and forcing him still. "If you don't stop moving I won't give you a clean break. I'll force the bones up through your skin and let them get infected and then watch as you die of blood poisoning or have to chew off your own limb." 

Dabi doesn't even have the chance to let that horror settle in his mind before the octopus coils a tentacle around the top and bottom part of his right calf and then wrenches it with sharp, decisive pressure. The crack that fills the cavern is so loud for a moment. It's all he can hear. All he knows. And then the agony comes. A scream tears through his throat, tears springing to his eyes as his leg pules with his pain as the tentacles more again, jerking the broken limb back into place and squeezing. He hears the broken bone grind against itself, feels it as the agony spikes so sharply his vision goes black, and then snaps back into place. He sobs, his stomach churning from the pain, but he doesn't vomit, not the way he hadn't been able to stop when he had first woken up from burning. This is not as bad, his panicked mine tries to tell him. This doesn't hurt as badly as that. But it still hurts too much. 

The octopus chitters irritable as he sobs, letting go of him so that he can swim over to a patch of reeds and snap off two of the thicker stems before moving back over to him, finding his wrap and tearing it easily into a few strips of fabric. He brakes the reeds to the lengths he wants, grinding the sharp edges against the stones until they're not so jagged, and then places them on either side of his broken leg, the skin already gone purple around the break and swollen badly. He ties the splints into place tightly enough that he shouldn't be able to jar the bone out of place, each little tug at the dressing making Dabi's breath hitch on fresh pain. 

"There. Now if you behave, that should heal well enough. If you put pressure on it, if you move it around too much, I can't guarantee you'll ever walk again." He says it so matter-of-factly. Like he wasn't the one to just put him through such sharp and decisive violence. Dabi is still sobbing softly as he moves up his body again, hands coming to wipe away the mixture of blood and tears across his cheeks. "And you tried to bite me." 

He knows what's coming next and his heart leaps into his throat, "Master, wait, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" 

The octopus's expression is unmoved, his fingers shifting to the edges of his jaw and starting to press in harder. "If I let you break the rules without punishing you, you won't ever learn." 

"Master, please, I won't ever do it again, I promise! I'll be good, I won't disobey, please don't, please." 

The creature hums, bringing two fingers to Dabi's lips, while his other hand moves to hold his chin firmly in place. He presses his fingertips to his lips, the claws barely pricking at his skin and two more fat tears slip over Dabi's cheeks as he instructs, "Prove it. Open." 

He's never heard the keen that he lets out now, a sharp animal sound that is so full of his fear and pain that he thinks he sounds like he's dying. But he still parts his lips with another sob. The fingers press in and settle against his tongue, his skin cool and tasting of the river. And they stay there. Through the hazy fog of fear and pain, Dabi realizes that the monster is waiting for something. Hesitantly he closes his lips softly around the appendages, moving his tongue lightly across the pads of his fingers. When he's not hurt again, when some of the anger seems to leave the creature in a soft sigh, Dabi tries to focus on the movement of his tongue. He licks along them, between them, letting them push in a little deeper and being careful not to let his teeth come anywhere near his skin. 

The octopus pulls them out, tracing them around his lips again, smearing his spit across his skin. "One more chance, kitten. You are going to open your mouth wide and I am going to fill up your throat." Fresh fear saturates his skin. "And if you so much as twitch to close your mouth, I will pull out ever one of your teeth and embed them into your cock. Am I clear?" 

"Yes, Master." His voice is shaking as badly as he is, each little movement putting fresh pain in his broken limb. He doesn't want this monster's cock, either of them or, spirits forbid, both of them, in his mouth, but being mutilated further is beyond what he can even comprehend coping with now. Not when the adrenaline and pain are so heavy on his nerves. He's still so thirsty. He hasn't eaten for days. He doesn't know if he'll even survive the slightest other cruelty that the octopus could press into his skin, and he doesn't want to find out. 

Dabi opens his mouth, doing his best to relax his jaw. "Good girl." 

He still presses three knuckles between his molars so that he would have some resistance trying to bite down. Probably enough, as weak as he is right now with hunger, pain, and dehydration, to be able to pull his cock out of his mouth before he could bite it off. He wouldn't dare, and he thinks that the other creature can see it on his face because he shifts, letting his cocks unfurl from beneath his other tentacles. It's the one with the diamond-shaped head that moves to his mouth and Dabi fights back his nausea as it moves along his lips in the same pattern as his fingers before it starts to push into his mouth. 

He keeps his tongue flat as the appendage slithers over it, tasting more strongly than the skin of his hands. There's a bitterness to the flesh here that seems to come with the slickness that spreads over his tongue and puts that tingling sensation through him again. That's almost a relief. He can't even feel his burns when the octopus has dosed him so heavily with his toxins, and Dabi is desperate for the relief from the pain. He rubs his tongue along the shape of him. He's pushed inside with the curve down, so it's easy for him to press his tongue up along it, conforming into that shape, and rubbing. The skin is very smooth and soft against his tongue, so he can immediately feel the slit at the center and figures that must be like the one on his own cock, circling it with his tongue and getting rewarded for it by more of that bitterness seeping out over his tastebuds. He swallows it away, desperate to bring that numbness deeper into his body. 

"So eager, kitten?" But there's the start of those low, satisfied chitters starting to make their way out of his throat. He glances up at the other creature, and quickly drops his gaze again, and when that is still too much, he closes his eyes entirely. He doesn't know what to do with that softly satisfied look on the monster's face and he lets him feed his cock deeper into his mouth. He presses to the very back of his tongue and hesitates, like he's waiting for something, Dabi is half waiting for his throat to seize up and try to force it out, but the toxins are doing their work, and his soon his jaw and tongue are completely slack as well, a mixture of drool and slick starting to drip down his chin and onto his chest. 

The octopus pushes the head of his cock into his throat and Dabi whines softly as the intrusion makes him stretch there in a way he never has before, but the sound can't survive for long because he moves deeper. The air is abruptly choked off as his cock forces its way deep into his throat, his master moaning softly as the inherent tightness of such a small channel is forced to open up to take him, letting them both feel every inch of the involuntary constriction even as he stays unable to fight it. The fingers come out from between his teeth and that hand moves to instead cup the back of his head to keep him tilted at the angle he wants as he pulls back so that Dabi can suck a breath in through his nose, before he fucks back into his throat just as languidly. 

It's by the third or fourth movement that Dabi feels his other cock starting to prod at his hole, and he realizes that he's not in pain anymore. It doesn't hurt when that bulbus head stretches him open and pushes inside either. Dabi can hardly make sense of it, when the tentacle goes so deep inside that he swears that he can feel it in his chest, but as it pulls out again so that he can breathe, his head is light and floaty no matter how many breaths he tries to take in. Oh. And he's hard again. Always gets hard no matter how much this monster hurts him, like his body is aching for any contact that doesn't come with more pain. He doesn't care. Doesn't want to think about it. He lets himself float and be used, breathing when he's allowed and not even whimpering when Master sees his hard cock and tightens his tentacles around him again to force him to squirt instead of orgasm. It doesn't matter. At least that feels a little good. He would take any thin amount of pleasure if it just promises him the absence of pain. 

He's so far gone that when the tentacle in his mouth twitches irregularly he hardly registers it. Not until it's pulling back from his throat to just inside his mouth and there's a sharply salty flood of warm fluid so copious in volume that it pushed back into his throat, and fills his mouth to the point of it overflowing down his chin as his master chitters with his pleasure. One of his other tentacles coils tightly around his base as his cock twitches again and just saves Dabi from being completely drowned in the cum as his cock pulls out of his mouth and his hand quickly shuts Dabi's jaw and forces his head back, coaxing him to swallow. He doesn't have a choice if he wants to clear his throat enough to breathe and he swallows away his seed before that tentacle is moving back to join the other inside of him, just barely getting the head in before he lets go of his base and spills the rest of it deep inside of him. That seems to be the cue that his second one needs to open and for the first egg to start moving down the length to his hole. But it's not one, it's two bumps, he can feel them distinctly, two pushing his rim wide. They are barely inside before more are pushing in. He can't even keep count, his head lulling back against the sand limply. Days since he laid his last clutch inside of him. Maybe there are more then there should be? It feels like more, but he doesn't have the energy to count to think about it. All he knows is that he gets full enough again to put that constant pressure against that special place again, and his cock twitches before he's making a mess all over himself again. 

And then darkness rushes in on his vision. 

///

He wakes up, cold, but sweating, his mouth thick and a horrible stiffness across most of his body except for his leg which is on fire again, he's certain, from how badly it is hurting. He whimpers, clutching onto--

"Careful, kitten. I don't want to have to punish you again." Realizes a second too late that he's been curled up against the octopus's chest, and that he's holding onto him. He lets go as quickly as he can, but he can't move at all with how weak and feverish his body feels. His master reaches with one of his tentacles and draws half of a shell out of the water, filling it in the bigger pool, and bringing it to Dabi's lips. "Drink." It's still so dark out, deep into the night he guesses, as he parts his lips and drinks the contents greedily, desperate to chase away at least one of the physical discomforts that is plaguing him. The octopus gives him two more, without complaint before setting the shell aside again and bringing a tentacle out of the water. Dabi watches it kink and coil around itself until it is dripping thickly with its slick. 

He doesn't need to be told to open this time, desperate for that numbness again if it takes away the pain. The tentacle smears the slick over his lips and tongue and Dabi laps it up desperately until there's nothing left. It takes him an achingly long time to realize that the octopus is stroking his hair gently as he does, murmuring praise against his temple. 

"That's it, baby girl. You're being so good for me. Wish you hadn't made me punish you before you could behave." 

His mouth is starting to tingle as that numbness spreads, but he barely manages to slurr, "'m sorry, M'st'r." 

"Shh, I know you are, kitten. And I know you won't ever do it again. Go back to sleep, sweetheart, you know that the eggs will need to come out in the morning." 

Dabi whimpers, the pain in his leg had been so intense he hadn't even felt the fullness sitting inside of him, but now he's taking notice again. The other creature wraps him back up, letting Dabi tuck his face into his throat like he doesn't have even the faintest worry that Dabi will tear it out. He's right not to. He's too terrified of what a failed attempt would bring on him to even contemplate it, even if he were able to move normally right now. Instead he closes his eyes and notices for the first time the scent of salt and a storm that comes off of the other creature's skin and closes his eyes. 

///

Extracting the eggs is beyond exhausting with his leg broken and pulling his focus at ever second until the creature gives him another dose of his toxins, but that does mean that Dabi can't tighten his muscles at all to help push them out. Instead the octopus has to push two more tentacles inside of him, stretching him open so wide that they come out in a flood of his cum and making it take half the day before the toxins wear off and he's not allowed any more for the pain until he stops gaping. The octopus shifts up onto the sand with him, sitting so that Dabi can see the gills on his neck and sides close up as he presumably uses his lungs instead. He builds Dabi a bed just off of his little pool out of some of the grass that grows all along the bank and uses a stone and a mound of wet sand to make a place where he can elevate his leg. Then he chitters at him softly, stroking his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. 

"You need to eat. Are you thirsty?" 

Hesitantly he nods. 

The octopus returns with the shell and lets him drink until his thirst is sated, then fills it up one more time and balances it in the sand within arm's reach. "I'll be back in a few hours, kitten. Try to rest." 

It's a fitful rest with the pain surging through him any time he shifts that limb even the slightest bit. But he stays put for hours until the octopus returns with three otters. It's not something that Dabi has ever eaten often, but he doesn't care, tearing into the flesh ravenously, grateful that the water was able to stretch his stomach and ready him to receive food again after so many days without. The octopus watches him eat patiently, letting him have his fill until anymore would make him sick, and then taking away the bloody remains and cleaning him up gently and allowing him another dose of his numbing slick. 

And so the routine goes for three more breedings. 

///

It's after the fourth, when Dabi has gotten all of the eggs out, and is slumped against the creature's chest, crying again, as his hair is stroked so sweetly, he realizes that the pain in his leg wasn't so intense today. That he was able to get the eggs out without needing the extra tentacles and the slick. He presses a kiss to his temple and then starts to gather the eggs up again. Dabi catches his arm, making sure his claws are fully retracted before he does, to pause him. 

"What is it, baby girl? Are you hurting?" 

He shakes his head weakly. Not hurting, just exhausted. "When will they hatch?" He wants to know, has to. How many more of these monster is he helping to put into the world. 

"Oh, precious," a hand shifting to cup his cheek and his thumb carefully wiping away a track of blood and red eyes search his. "You're not compatible." His voice is soft. "They won't ever hatch." 

That... should be a relief. He should be glad to know that all of these horrid things that are being forced inside of him won't ever take a breath, but it pulls sharply at his own instincts. Wild panthers don't stay together to have litters, but in his village it's different. They mate for life, they stay together through litters and raise their cubs together. His stomach feels strangely hollow knowing that, like everything else, he has failed to even be a mate, no matter how forced these matings have been. "I'm sorry." His voice even smaller, the sharp press of fresh blood beading up behind his eyes. 

"It's alright, kitten." His master reassures him, wiping away the tears as they slip across his cheeks again. "I knew that before I made my offer. I don't want for offspring. I am more than happy to just have a warm body rid myself of them this season." He curls a hand around the back of Dabi's neck and kisses his forehead before starting to extract himself with his eggs. Dabi doesn't let go of his arm, though the grip is so weak the other creature could if he wanted. 

"What do you do with them?" 

"I take them downstream and use them to set traps. They make good bait. And I crush the ones I don't use." His head tilts slightly to the side. "Does that upset you?" 

It takes Dabi a long time to answer, and when he does, it's hardly an answer at all. "I... don't know." 

His master pressed another kiss to his forehead before extracting himself completely this time. "That's alright, kitten. You don't have to. I'll take care of everything so long as you keep being so sweet for me. Why don't I help you clean up before I go? That will make you feel better." 

The tone doesn't leave any room for argument, and by the time Dabi is no long drenched in cum, slick, and sweat, and settled back down with his leg elevated again, he does feel better. "Thank you, Master." 

"You're welcome, baby. Take a nap, you need your rest to heal." 

He figures that he's probably right about that too and settles in and closes his eyes. 

///

It's easier when he's not fighting back each day. Dabi loses track of how many clutches, how many days, it has been before he doesn't bother anymore. His master will take care of him so long as he behaves. 

///

Time passes and his leg only hurts if it's jarred wrong. His master still takes care of him, always making sure to bring him large meals to help with his recovery, re-splinting it and washing the bandages for him, helping him to get clean and moving him around when he needs to. And they... sleep close now. Originally, he thinks it was just so that Master could give him his slick at night when he woke from the pain, but as it ebbs to a more manageable state, there isn't a reason for the octopus to have carved out a new section of the bank so that his torso could recline against the sand at night while his lower half could stay in the water. And Dabi didn't need to sleep perpendicular to him on the bank, curling up with his ear pressed against his chest, listening to the strange sound of his heart and the soft long pauses between when his lungs breathe for him and when his gills do. No reason for those sounds to become comforting. 

No reason for him to be moaning and rocking back desperately as his cocks move inside of him. His body is more used to being able to take him now, not needing as much of his slick to accept them inside, sometimes just needing enough to get him wet, rather than the messy gush of it that it took at the start. And when he's relaxed enough to take him without so much, the toxin just makes him tingly, soothing the barest bits of his pain, and leaving his limbs sluggish, but mostly within his control. It still doesn't mean he should have his hands against his back, holding on tight as the octopus's mouth moves along his throat as they move together. But it feels good. It always feels good and it's been five days since his last clutch. He hadn't dared ask why, but by the third day Dabi had been getting hard intermittently and squirming, desperate for the stimulation his body had grown so used to. 

"Master," he moans, tightening his thighs around his hips. His broken leg is held carefully in one of his tentacles, the suckers pressing soft, fluttering kisses against the skin far above the sensitive injury, his other wrapped as tightly around him as he can, like that will somehow get him closer, when their bodies are already pressed together everywhere it matters. 

"That's it, precious, let me hear how much you like having your pretty cunt fucked." Moves the rounder head of the egg laying cock against that spot-- his prostate-- and presses hard enough that Dabi yowls, stars bursting behind his eyes and his claws jumping out involuntarily as his hands clutch at his master's back. He hears him hiss out a pained breath, but the movements don't stop inside of him and Dabi realizes what he's done with a horrified cry, trying to force the claws away and his limbs to cooperate and move away. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Master, please, I'm sorry, it was an acciden--" his fearful sputtering's are cut off as the octopus leans in and covers his mouth with his own. Dabi freezes beneath him. Kissing him. The other creature is kissing him. In all of this time, he has never kissed his lips before. His mouth is rough against his own, split skin and old scars, but Dabi doesn't care. Takes his hands away form his back so he can't misbehave again and tangles them in his thick mane of hair instead as he surrenders his mouth to him the same as his body with another loud moan. The octopus licks into his mouth, along his tongue, behind his teeth, and it's a new wave of sensations that pair with the perfect movement inside of his body and Dabi realizes that he is achingly close to the edge. 

But there's no tentacles holding him tight now to choke away his orgasm. He's not allowed. He twists his fae away, breaking the kiss, but Master just starts to kiss across his cheek and down his jaw instead. "M-Master, close, please," Doesn't even know if he's begging for the pressure or to cum. It doesn't matter. His master will decide what he needs. 

The octopus catches his chin between his claws and pulls him back into another kiss, breathing between in the small spaces between where their lips meet, "Show me, precious. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum, Dabi." 

Didn't know his pleasure could be any sharper, but it surges so hotly through his veins. "Master!" He hasn't felt an orgasm since, since, spirits, before he burned. Feeling that abrupt, overwhelming pulse of it, has his claws out again, but safely tangled in his master's hair, his head thrown back on his moan, and as his balls tighten and his cock throbs, ecstasy along ever inch of it, and cum, real cum, not the thin milk he's normally allowed, is striped over his stomach, up his chest, ejected so forcefully it splatters his chin. His muscles tighten around his master's cocks, and that has them twitching. It drags out his orgasm impossibly long as he starts to cum inside of him, as the eggs start to push past his rim one by one until he's full. 

When he slumps bonelessly against the sand this time, trembling and mewling softly, it doesn't have anything to do with the toxin. he just can't move because he's soaking in every lingering pleasure as his master fills him with his clutch. This always takes some time, and this time, he leans over him and keeps pressing soft kisses along his skin. Over his cheeks, down to his chin where he licks away Dabi's release, along his neck where he sucks and nibbles at his skin as Dabi's tail tangles itself up around one of his tentacles, trying to keep him close like he's going anywhere at all. Master catches it at its base and starts to rub and stroke there, knows that makes him as hot as when he has his tentacles rubbing and pressing their suckers along his cock, and before he's even finished filling him with his clutch, Dabi is hard again. 

"Show me again, baby girl." And a tentacle does move to wrap around him, not squeezing and choking him this time, but stroking and kissing. moving with a fluid slowness that makes Dabi's pleasure build again, slower and sweeter that before. He's helpless to do anything other than what the other creature wants, and by the time he's cum again he's full, but empty of his mater's cocks, and absolutely exhausted against the sand. 

Even though his leg is much better than it used to be, the octopus still takes care of him, washing the filth away from his skin. When he gets to his hands and presses on his palms to get his claws to push out again, Dabi sees the blood and remembers, fear flickering through him as his master guides his hand to the water and starts to clean it away. 

"...I'm so sorry, Master. I didn't mean to."

The octopus presses a kiss to his palm. "I know, precious. It was an accident." He presses his palm against his cheek and looks up at Dabi, red eyes soft and warm. "And it won't happen again?" 

"No, Master." He promises, bracing for the pain, tears already burning at the edges of his eyes. 

Master kisses his knuckles again and finishes cleaning away the blood. "Good. If it does, we'll have to file them all away." And he moves onto the other hand, giving the same careful cleaning to that one as well. 

But he doesn't break his arms. He just holds him close in his as they settle in for the night and after a few long, quiet moments, Dabi chances peeking up at him. His master looks back at him, waiting. Dabi timidly leans up and presses a soft kiss to his lips. A hand moves to the back of his neck, holding him there to make it firmer, but not filled with the heat from before. 

And then he holds him the same way Dabi has grown used to, his hand petting through his hair, until the heaviness of sleep comes for him again. 

///

The next day he lays the clutch and Master holds him as he does, stroking his cock and telling him how well he's doing the whole time. And each word might as well be sweetened with nectar, because those and the pressure of the eggs moving inside of him, out of him, is enough to bring him off three times before he's finished with the last one. 

His master dotes on him even more afterwards, cleaning him up and then departing with the eggs, and coming back not too long later with two very large fish that he is able to gorge himself on before he curls up to catch the last of the warm sun on a stone by the water, his hand dangling into it so that his tentacles can brush against his fingers lightly. A cool reassurance that the other is still close by. 

Two more days pass after that, and without needing so much of the toxin to loosen himself, he doesn't take nearly as long to close either. So when he knows he is tight again and won't risk the eggs or his master's seed spilling out of him entirely, he noses at his neck, licking just below his gills, and waking him from his nap. He chitters softly, a hand moving to tangle in his hair and pull him in for a proper kiss and Dabi is careful of his leg as he moves in as close as he can as he opens his mouth to get more. 

The kiss is slow and lazy, and over far too soon as the other creature parts with an amused chuff. "What is it, kitten?" 

"I'm ready for your clutch, Master," he breathes, his face going hot. Never had to ask for it before. 

"Is that so?" And he definitely sounds amused as he says it, leaning back in to give him another kiss. This one sends a curl of arousal heating up along Dabi's veins and he mewls softly with his pleasure. But his tentacles don't curl around him, don't draw him closer or into the position he wants. He just parts and presses another kiss to his forehead before he sighs softly. "I don't have another clutch for you, baby girl." 

Dabi's brow furrows. "What?" He always has before. 

"It's the end of the season, precious. Four months, tomorrow, technically. I'll take you out of here then." 

That news should be a relief, he knows that. He should be happy to be free. Everything that happened here, even the things that felt good, were a different kind of pain. He should be horrified that he was so far gone that he didn't notice how long had passed. Scared of being set free when his leg is still healing, even if he can put just a bit of weight on it again now. But there's a kind of hollowness that's sitting behind his ribs instead. "Oh." 

The octopus's hand shifts to his cheek and strokes over his skin. It's still patchwork. The metal sutures are permanent, even after all this time, necessary to hold his skin in place and guaranteeing that he won't ever shift completely again. Ruined skin, broken leg. He's not sure he'll survive a week alone. "Or," Dabi's ears perk slightly. "I can give you another choice, kitten." 

He hasn't had to make a decision in months, but he nods, his tail flicking behind him with his agitation. He's gotten so used to his master deciding for him, but he can manage this, he's certain. 

"I can let you leave tomorrow. I'll bring back into the jungle and I will even let you fish my river until you're healed since I broke you so badly after you agreed to stay. Or, we can stay just like this, and I'll tell you my name, precious." 

He knows which he's supposed to choose, what he would have without hesitation at the start of this. Still knows a trap when he hears it, because the octopus didn't say when the second would end but-- "Your name?" 

"Is that what you want, Dabi? To stay here? To be mine?" The curl of heat in his voice is a temptation and he feels powerless against it. 

"You'll take care of me? You... won't hurt me again?" 

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. And I won't ever hurt you again, so long as you follow the rules." 

"What's your name?" The words leave him breathlessly. 

The hand wraps around the back of his neck again and pulls him into a hot kiss, his extra limbs moving the way he's come to expect, being careful with his leg as he pulls him in closer and shifts so that he can lay him against the riverbank. Dabi mewls again, legs opening to make room for him as his tentacles crawl over his body, finding every place that stokes his need higher. 

Has nearly forgotten the question when his master pulls back just far enough to breathe the answer between their lips. "Tomura Shigaraki." 

"Tomura," he tries the name on his tongue and it tastes sweet. Tomura kisses it out of his mouth, as his cocks move to rub along his hole and get him wet. He moans softly into the kiss, rocking back for more. "I thought--" 

"With the right stimulation," he murmurs, his lips against his jaw as a tentacle pressed up between his legs and begins to stroke his hardening cock. "I can lay all year. So you won't ever have to be empty. Doesn't that sound nice, love?" 

Dabi whimpers, melting into the touches with a delirious nod as that word rings around in his head. He doesn't know if he's ever been loved before. Certainly not the way that Tomura loves him. He can't care about anything else as his cocks start to press inside. He would give anything to keep being loved like this. 

Thanks for reading!

[lumenflowered]

Pelipper mail! A peaceful dream of a life very different from your own, purposefully recorded and sent out through the multiverse.

The Verse flows throughout Aquaria, through each ripple and wave, through every living being. The Verse binds us all as one. It binds us, narrator and explorer. My story will become your own, and yours will become mine. You will see my life through my eyes, and you will learn the truth.

For as long as you can remember, you have lived in this place. The caves where you go to think, and to sing, where each note resonates around you and the eels turn in circles in response. The wide open spaces around your home, schools of fish flitting by above and below, with the soft moss to rest upon and all the crabs you can eat.

Your home is your own, a hollow within the central rock spire, twisting tunnels where you have placed your bedroom and your kitchen and even a garden for kelp and seagrass in the back. The red crystal dominates your front room, as the reason you chose to settle here and not in the Verse-amplifying caves above and to the east, and when you gaze into its facets you see reflections not only of your present self but of your past, and sometimes even flashes of another face so familiar in the crimson mirror and yet so unrecognizable all the same.

But you choose to ignore those glimpses and the worries they threaten to bring. You swim, and you dance with the quicker fish and snack upon the slower, and you sing. You hear the Verse in the motions and the sounds of every creature around you, and you echo it onward not just with your voice but with every kick of your webbed feet, with every swish of your hair through the warm ocean waters, with every laugh that ripples through the caverns you call home.

It is a good life, a calm, peaceful existence. You are not bothered by the intricately carved walls to your west, for the entrance to that dark place has long been blocked by fallen stones. You care nothing for the closed gate to your east, marked with the same carvings, for what need would you have to venture so far afield?

Except... one day you realize. You awaken, in a sense, to the knowledge that in all your life that you can recall, you have not seen another being like yourself. You are no fish, no eel, no squid or crab or hopping bug. Only once, just recently, did you encounter something of your own shape: a figure cloaked in shadow with only a piercing blue light for a face, and the terrible vision she imparted in your mind has refused to be forgotten or put aside.

In those few moments while her hand rested upon your head, you felt such power. Energy flowed through your veins, ready to leap forth with a gesture as sparks through the water... and now, with the shadow gone, you still feel that pull at the edges of your consciousness. That drive you never felt before, to leave these calm waters. To explore, and to learn, and...

Above all, one lingering feeling has been the worst. Though nothing has changed, in reality, you have been made aware, and you cannot push the knowledge away. Like hearing your own heartbeat, or feeling the water through your gills, once raised to the level of conscious thought it cannot be put down again, and the awareness in your mind is this: you are alone.

You are alone, and you always have been, and so you must leave these peaceful caves and explore. No matter what horrors may lurk in the open waters far beyond your safe home, you must find others like you... and if there are none, you must find out why. So you return to the red crystal in your foyer, and you gaze into its depths, and you send your memories within to be reflected there forevermore.

And then, you set out on a journey, knowing that the you who returns home will not be the same you as today.

[When you awaken, on land, yourself again, you find your fingers curled around a small shard of red crystal.]

N ot the oecnn

Wh y did it ha veto b eI cn t

Ican no tbre ath e

[jinxthejubilee]

Do you believe any of the villains or the villain sidekicks would beg or make a risky chance or deal if their recruiter is in deadly trouble? If so who and how far would it take and how far would their desperation go? I mainly think Jafar and Scar and Maleficent and maybe the queen of hearts would use force if their minions are in trouble but Jafar I feel like would actually bargain and plea if Farja is in dear death of evil

Oh no, I highly doubt it.

The recruiters, at the end of the day, are highly disposable. They would never beg or act in desperation for someone they see as beneath them.

Maleficent would never bargain for an underling. Maybe for Diablo, but never for Malfie. She could easily find or create another servant unless Malfie served an irreplaceable purpose.

In Scar's case, he might, but not because he genuinely cares. There are plenty of hyenas to serve him, but he might save Mzuri if she has valuable information, an interesting skill set, or to keep the rest of the hyenas on his good side.

Same goes for Jafar. Although he might care for Farja like he does for Iago, and he is a certain level up from Scar in terms of humanitarian qualities, he still sees Farja her as a tool.

I can see Hades bargaining for MH, though very reluctantly so. It's only because she's great at her work. He wouldn't be able to do his job without her.

Ursula? No. She'd laugh in Joe's face. She'd do it for Flotsam and Jetsam, but not Joe. And I definitely don't see the eel brothers even attempting to bargain for the octopus. Unless Ursula demanded it, that is.

Evil Queen/Grimhilda, maybe? That would depend on Apple's backstory. If he was a creation of hers or an orphan who somehow ended up being her beloved servant. She wouldn't plead, though. A queen, in her eyes, never shows weakness.

The Queen of Hearts is hard to say because she bounces back and forth from cordial and caring monarch to a tyrannical monster. Given how many times she's sentenced the card guards to the guillotine for minor mishaps, I want to say she wouldn't. But considering that Jack would probably be popular with her, I'd give it a definite "maybe."

The king would be encouraging her to save him.

For Captain Hook, I'd say yes. He might even plead if you hit the right nerve. He's a very emotional man, and he cares for Mr. Smee, despite how he treats him.

Mr. Smee would also definitely beg for Lady Hock. He's a sweetheart at the end of the day.

Claude Frollo....no. He wouldn't. He doesn't care who he has to sacrifice in the process to get his way. He wouldn't care if Veil died. As tragic as that is. This is the man who humiliated and nearly killed Quasimodo, his adopted son. He'd trade Veil for his sinful desires in a heartbeat.

Cruella doesn't care about Horace and Jasper. The only reason why she cares for Dalma is due to

Because he's a (somewhat) smarter minion than them.

She loves his coat pattern.

That's it. He's just a dog to her. Why would she care if anything happened to him? She would only mourn the loss of his coat and adequate assistance.

The thing about these villains is that most of them view their minions as just that: minions. Nothing more, nothing less. They are past the point of truly caring for another living being. And if they do care for them, they are only possessions. If they are taken away by someone else, they feel challenged by that person in a "how dare you take MY puppet" kind of way.

You can't expect much from them.

[libidomechanica]

“Flown, many a most create his own white”

Flown, many a most create his     own white lilies a few, do hang upon those sheets like since     you never love’s silver throats will never court—that two steeds     jet-black. And so thou noteless shalt, beloved grows sad     interpos’d to fear no

more which touching at the time absence     strong and sing the last and blond measure go ’mong men, and     hanging so. Which opens mothlike, and That; do Thou art and     flaunt with clamour boasts of vaine loue in Sorrow. Grocery man     calling thee; nor at each

other with blossoms. Dear brother     on their heart of blue noon is beauty and be yon, at vesper’s     eye, and pebbles blue wings, yet softest dream hath Love, your     was thick the winds of happiness.—She prayed she might embower     to another John

and beauty in its promises     lightly on, in such sorrows fleet, ye must Stellaes brown hazy     by morn the time these pleasures flow, and two on wine my     mother’s welcome inmate that room is eel-black, to music     from their dryness today

when I am duped. That at this     sad interpos’d to clear yours alive. Its fierceness as     lips bidding that eyes that the eternal wine! Come hand in     little by lover, that looks, her was the voices, even     the plains, and scorne of beaver

happy face: and prickly bow’d     into the joy the cable spanning with men of storm and     mean to bring, in whose forest words of Song. We were curl’d him     as any garden, flowers above: o that alone, and     doting above; and forth

and with her chamber door; and when     then, the Bear has tamed them: then die, that keep Oh, weep for joy;     but sweets I faine would see her slender purple fritillaries     scarce one hope, our hung. Fainting late the owlet’s scritch: for     window which me that Sappho

last are extinguish’d not, that     mouth at they happiness of our joy: tis not a Thread lov’d,     and brauest rose palms of thine afar, and you wring youth; one hour     is mind’s roar; I seem most goddess-like. Her steeds with such richness     never been—and yell

between mine, the cable whisper     often come against death. Day like one frail Form, whose tower’d     not here are seven more rich, more of all to piercing from     them towards him to be sure my view; else could escape from     charitable steps back down.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Congrats on 550 followers! May I request "I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day!" for Azul please? I hope I did this right, thank you!

Hello, thank you! Yes this one seems like a lot of fun. Even though they say “damsel” in the quote, the person will be gender neutral!

550+ Follower Event: “I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day!” Azul x gn!reader

You were going through what might’ve been the worst week of your life. After going through several overblots, a dilapidating dorm, extremely cruel tests from Crewel, and Ace and Deuce continuing to pull you into their tricks you couldn’t help but feel yourself losing track. You were trying to make it out of this world that you were suddenly dropped into but it seemed near impossible to juggle everything that was being thrown at you. 

That was why Azul kept asking the tweels to look after you. 

They followed you in the hallways, always seemed to sit near you during lunch, and sometimes it felt like their eyes were on you when you locked the door behind you in Ramshackle.

Azul had not only set them up to follow you because he wanted to make a contract with you, but also because he was too shy to ask you out. Of course, he would never admit this, but he couldn’t help feel his stomach do flips when he saw you in the hallways. He wanted to be close to you, but there was no way you would approach an octopus like him without some kind of contract. Yes, that would be how he would convince you to join him. 

“They keep following us, is this because of everything that happened with Riddle and Leona?” Grim asked, climbing on top of the couch in the dorm. You set your books down and sat next to him. 

“I’m not sure, but I just don’t want to be near them at all. It doesn’t help that I feel like they're targeting me and not you,” you say, massaging your temples. Crewel had warned the entire class about another test, this time worth 15% of the grade. It seemed like he was taking a midterm exam, but he said it was just “practice for the real deal.” 

Little did you know about the students that would cause you more troubles in the future when they decided to make a deal with the sea devil himself.

“You seem to be having trouble, y/n,” you heard the smooth talking eel from behind you in the botanical garden. You rolled your eyes, he had to be here too?

“I’m fine, I’m just trying to figure out which plants I might need to review for the test,” you reply, trying to pack your notes in your bag as quickly as you could so you could flee.

“You know, if you need help on the test, there’s a way to get more help than you’re getting from textbooks,” Jade stepped a bit closer to you, his smile not reaching his eyes. “Thanks but no thanks, I can handle it,” you shake your head, giving him a quick smile to reassure him before swinging yourself to the exit. Until you collided with a tall body that is.

“Eeh, leaving already when we got here?” It had to be Floyd here too huh.

“What do you want now?” you ask him, crossing your arms. 

“Oh, I’m just here to see you again, shrimpy. Besides, I think you’re more squeezable than when I first met you! C’mon, don’t be afraid,” he smiled, too close for comfort as well as he wrapped his arms around you.

“H-hey, I need to go,” you tried to shake him off but he seemed unmoveable. 

“Like I said, they're hopeless,” Jade said to his twin from behind you. You were cornered. 

“I know, that’s why I think they need to see Azul,” Floyd replied, rocking you back and forth. You sighed, wanting him to let go of you, thankfully he wasn’t tightening his grip. 

“I’ll think about it, okay? Now let me go!” you interrupted them, trying to jump out. 

“Ah, you’re no fun when you’re like that,” Floyd pouted, he gave you a quick squeeze before letting go. “But you did promise to think about it, okay Shrimpy? See you soon~!”

You ran as quickly as you could from the two eels who were snickering as you dashed out. 

You couldn’t meet Azul, he was a menace! You heard from Riddle how much of an issue he was to the school. Not only was he extremely smart, but he also knew how to manipulate the student body along with the useless headmaster. 

You didn’t believe it at first, but you could only sigh in frustration when you saw the results after the hard test. 

“I’m not even in the top fifty,” you mutter, but you hear Ace and Deuce panicking. “Oh no! We’re breaking it!” Deuce shouted at Ace. 

“Breaking what?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

“Wait, you did it too?” Ace pointed at Deuce in disbelief. Then Grim also looked shocked. 

“Oh no.”

“Oh no you did not,” you replied to all three of them and before you knew it, something had grown out of their heads. 

You soon found yourself with Jack and having to plan out a way to get your poor friends out of this situation. The two of you had been kicked out of the Mostro Lounge the first time you attempted to fix Ace, Deuce, and Grim’s ordeal but this time you went in with Jack to make a contract with Azul to free them. Jade and Floyd were happy to greet you again, but you just rolled your eyes when Jade smiled at you with a mean glow in his eyes. “I told you Azul would help you with all your needs,” Jade said.

“I’m here to just ask him something, nothing more,” you respond quickly. But somehow, Ace came by and asked for your help.

“You should help us out, we’ve been working our asses off since six in the morning!” he cried, and Grim jumped on your shoulder. “Yeah, I practically smell of dish soap!” Grim added on. 

You ended up listening to them because Jack was too good of a student and you found yourself carrying multiple drinks to different tables. 

“My my, working so hard?” A smooth voice came from behind you. You quickly turned your head to see the man himself. 

Azul Ashengrotto.

“It seems you’re in need of help, perhaps you are in distress?” he smiled, he had the audacity to smile after all of the shit he was forcing on the students. 

“Look,” you set down the drinks on the right tables and looked him straight in the eyes. 

“I’m a damsel,” you started, rolling your eyes. “I’m in distress. I can handle this,” then, you walked by him quickly, motioning to Jack that you’re done with your work and that the two of you should head out. “Have a nice day!”

With that, you set down the tray and walked out with Jack following close by. 

Azul just smiled politely at you, but he could feel his heartbeat quicken. He wanted to rush to you, take you by his tentacles if need be to keep you with him. He loved that independence, that confidence that you had. It was something he didn’t have. But he would have to wait, wait for the right moment to make you his. You seemed to want to come back to make a deal with him, so might as well keep waiting. Besides, the slower you take things, the better it is, right?

[sleepywright]

Someone as Brainless as You

Prompt: The following characters with an S/O who’s just as much of a chaotic dumbass as Ace and Deuce and has a tendency to get into trouble or get hurt.

Warnings: None, just Fluffy with just a dash of concerned boyfriends and dumbassery

Characters included: Riddle, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, and Sebek

Riddle Rosehearts

• Why. WHY. WHY?!

• Of all the people for him to fall in love with, why you? You’re an absolute disaster and you have no respect for the Law of the Queen of Hearts!

• For goodness’ sake with the amount of trouble you three + Grim get into on a daily basis it’s a wonder you all haven’t been expelled yet.

• It doesn’t help that because of how dear you are to him, he worries constantly when you do something dumb. The poor boy is going to have a full head of gray hair by the time he graduates.

• No way he’ll show it in front of the dorm, and especially not the duo, but he’s so doting and adorable when it’s just you two. Scolding you for your carelessness and reminding you of the rules.

• ....knowing you though you’ve probably had at least one moment in time where you embarrassed him in front of the dorm during an unbirthday party. Whether you did it on purpose to tease him or if you just genuinely are THAT brainless is anybody’s guess.

• Cuddle him and love on him in private later and he’ll forgive you though.

• But despite your moments and how much you stress and annoy him at times, he loves you through and through. He doesn’t exactly understand why he loves you, but he wouldn’t change you for anything.

Floyd Leech

• This is literally the reason he fell in love with you.

• Absolutely loves how much of a chaos and trouble magnet you are.

• Doesn’t even mind the fact you’re not the sharpest ever. He offers to help you study so you don’t fail but we all know those study sessions get absolutely nowhere.

• Will gladly help you with whatever dumb scheme you’ve created. Want to

• And even if he doesn’t help you he’s right there laughing with you until his sides hurt. There’s no dull moment with you two and he wishes every day could just be you and him doing whatever you feel like whenever you feel like.

• But the fun just instantly goes away the moment you get hurt in one of your adventures. Floyd’s mood just instantly swings to clingy, sad and irritable as soon as he finds out you got hurt.

• “Awwhhh but I don’t want to work todayyy. Shrimpy got hurt and I don’t want to be apart from them.”

• Good luck soldier. Even if it’s a minor injury it really puts a damper on his spirits. You’re gonna spend at LEAST 24 hours going back and forth between him assisting you with literally anything and having him wrapped around you and snuggling into you.

• You’re stuck with this mountain of an eel man draping himself over you and teasing you. But I’m sure in a couple days he’ll be ready for another dumb idea. Just pinky promise you won’t get hurt this time.

Jade Leech

• Amused™

• Your antics are the highlight of this man’s day everyday.

• He absolutely adores how slow you are to catch onto things sometimes. He’ll say something super complicated or super nonsensical just to see the adorable dumbfounded face you make as you try to figure out what the heck he’s talking about.

• As much as he loves how adorably stupid you can be, he won’t let you hurt yourself.

• One evening, after the Mostro Lounge has closed while the Octavinelle members are cleaning up (along with whatever unfortunate souls lost a contract) you get an idea. A very brainless idea.

• You steal all the chairs from the tables (much to the students’ complaints) and start building a tower to see how high it can go.

• A few chairs are left though and you can’t reach the top anymore. “Hmmm.. Oh! I know! I can climb up the tower and carry the chair with one hand! Genius!”

• ...it wasn’t genius. You barely got a few steps up before you began to lose your balance and fall backwards. To make matters worse, the tower you worked so hard on topples over all over the floor.

• you don’t land on the ground and hurt yourself though (save for some scrapes from the chairs falling). Instead, you land in the arms of your ever so gentlemanly, ever so sweet boyfriend.

• The moment doesn’t last very long though as a very angry Azul storms out of his office demanding what the hell you did and why there’s chairs scattered all over the floor. Jade, however swoops in to your rescue, insisting you’re in desperate need of medical attention.

• Now you’re being bandaged by Jade who won’t stop making teasing remarks and dramatically reminding you he doesn’t know what he’d do if you died in one of your ridiculous schemes. Guess this is how the next 24 hours is gonna be..

Jamil Viper

• “Is that someone on the roof? What an idiot.”

Reader: “IM GONNA DO A FLIP!”

“WAIT THAT’S MY IDIOT”

• If Kalim wasn’t enough to look after, you just have to go and encourage him; not to mention the stunts you pull all on your own.

• He loves you but please for his sake dial down the energy and chaos. At the very least clean up after yourself when you make a mess.

• I’m sure once you did something stupid (again) and wanted to make it up to him for the trouble you caused. So you volunteer to help him prep some food for a feast Kalim was hosting. Consider it couple bonding time!

• He’s a bit hesitant because of your uh... track record. But give him your best puppy eyes and he’ll crack. I’m sure with veeeery careful guidance, this won’t be much of a mess.

• Everything was going so well. But Kalim called for Jamil. And that’s where the problems began.

• Remember the scene in Ratatouille where Linguini messes up the soup? And continues to make it worse in his attempt to try and fix it? Yeaaahhhh that’s you right now.

• You didn’t mean to! You were just messing around and... ah jeez now it’s all ruined!

• To say Jamil is annoyed is an understatement. He’s got that annoyed cold expression on his face. Just apologize and try to make it up to him in that dumb way of yours and you might just see the slightest smile. He can’t stay mad at you for too long.

Sebek Zigvolt

• Mad at himself for putting up with you, much less falling in love with you. You’re not just a human, but an idiot of a human.

• His entire head screams at him to scold and yell at you for being an exceptionally troublesome human, but when you look at him the way you do he just melts and falls apart.

• Please show mercy when teasing him and stuff. His poor heart can’t take it sometimes. He’s already losing brain cells the more he hangs out with you. We don’t need him going into cardiac arrest because of some teasing remark from you.

• I assure you every single time you get into some sort of mess when out with the two friends you share a single brain cell with (and trust me that brain cell is fizzing out of brain power) Sebek starts screaming at you regardless of how big the problem was or if you did or did not get hurt. Every. Single. Time.

• It’s a wonder this poor boy hasn’t lost his voice yet worrying about you. He’s probably screaming at the top of his lungs to keep himself from crying. He doesn’t want to be seen crying and doting over you so he has to come off like he’s scolding you very seriously.

• That being said I don’t think you really pick up on the whole “I’m too prideful and embarrassed to admit you scared me for a second there” thing but you can still feel the love every time he yells at you. You know he cares.

• Make sure to give him as much love as you can to reassure him that his worries don’t go unheard. In private though. We can’t let a proud servant of Malleus be seen getting hugs and kisses from such a dumb, immature and reckless... but honestly and truly loved human such as you, can we?

Author’s Note: Heyyyy! So this is my first post outside of my welcome. Sorry if Floyd’s is a bit OOC I got a little stuck on how to write that one. But I hope you enjoyed it!