Alex Keller NSFW headcanons
This was made with both masc and fem readers in mind. This man really has absolutely no content out there, so I'm here to provide for y'all 😎 Enjoy! (Also, sorry if this is a little dry. It's my first time posting headcanons 😔)
(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)
NSFW under the cut
-An absolute GOD at oral sex. He'll eat the pussy/suck dick as if he were famished
-Please smother him with your thighs when he eats you out/sucks you off. He'll be absolutely devastated if you don't. Doesn't care what your body type is, do it and he'll be happy for the rest of the week
"Fuckin smother me with those thighs, baby. What? No, no, don't you worry about me suffocating. If I do, then at least I'll die a happy man."
-And if you look at him with any hint of unamusement, he'll chuckle and kiss your inner thigh.
-Pays special attention to your clit/tip. He'll kiss at and slowly run his fingertips over it while complimenting your body.
-"Look at this pretty little pussy/cock, baby. So adorable."
-HEAVY on praise. Everything that falls from his mouth is either a moan or praise for you.
-"Aw, fuck, dolly. You're taking me so well. Such a good girl/boy."
-Prefers handjobs as opposed to head. Doesn't think you're bad at it or anything, just wants you to be able to respond to him when he talks.
-May not be big on head, but kiss his cock while your hands are wrapped around it and he might just cum right then and there.
-Not very kinky at all, but he may have a bit of a breeding kink ngl..
-Mostly because he actually wants kids. Whether you can have them or not, he'll beg to fill you up.
-Absolutely not a degrader. He'd feel way too bad.
-If you really begged him, he might try degrading you, but that'll all melt away in five seconds as he gently kisses your face in apology, even if you're getting into it.
"Oh, sunshine, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Just don't think I could degrade someone so gorgeous/handsome."
-Very vocal, but mostly with talking. He 100% talks you through it
"Lift your leg up a little bit for me, baby. There we go, good girl/boy."
-If you're insecure about your body in any way, he'll carefully run his fingertips over whatever's making you insecure while fingering/jerking you off in front of a mirror.
-"Look at that amazing body, sweetheart. Takes me so well, makes me cum everytime..so beautiful/handsome. How could you hate a body like that, hm?"
-"Hell you mean you're too chubby/skinny? You're the perfect size for me, darling."
-Kisses and caresses any scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks or anything else on your body you may feel self-conscious about.
-If you space out at any point, or if he just wants your eyes on him, he'll click his tongue to snap you out of your thoughts.
-Constantly asking if you're alright. If you ever start crying during the act, he'll stop in his tracks and fuss over you.
"Oh God, are you okay? Did I hurt you, sunshine? Too rough?"
-Then when you convince him that you were just crying because of how good he's fucking you, he sighs in relief and chuckles a little.
"Silly girl/boy. Had me all scared for a sec."
-Will leave hickeys on you and will let you do it to him, but always somewhere noone else will see. You're his precious dolly, afterall. Why would Alex ever embarass you over making those marks visible?
-Besides, with the way he's got his arm snaked around your waist in public, everyone knows you're his
-Leaves hickeys on your chest, thighs and stomach (will definitely leave more on your thighs/belly if you're chubbier.)
-Tickles your neck with his facial hair on purpose and smirks when it makes you giggle.
-Has a lighthearted mindset about sex. Not opposed to making jokes and giggling during, before or after the act. As long as you're both feeling good, he's happy.
-Tells you that your pussy/dick/ass is the best in the world. Genuinely can't get enough of it.
"Shit, baby. This fuckin' pussy/ass is gonna make me cum..you wanna make me cum, baby? Yeah? Keep riding me then..just like that."
-Favorite positions are ones where you're on his lap. It feels so intimate and loving, the way he can feel your grip tighten on his shoulders and see every reaction you make as his cock smoothly fucks you.
-Mostly quite gentle. Will go harder if you want, but he's very cautious not to hurt you at all.
-Can easily be top or bottom. Just depends on his partner wants. If you're a top? He'll gladly let you do whatever you want. Bottom? He'll take care of all your needs and desires. Switch? He's happy to flip-flop around until you're happy.
-Makes you use your words. Rarely does things without you begging for it beforehand.
-"Come on, darling. You know you have to beg for what you want."
-Honestly a bit of a teaser. He'll get a big smirk on his face when you just whine to get fucked instead of asking properly. Clicks his tongue and gives a super dramatic shake of his head
-"Oh, baby doll. That's not how we ask for things. Speak up, love. Loud and clear."
- Can't deny you for long, though. The moment you beg he's all over you.
-Big on eye contact. Will turn your face towards him and give you his best puppy dog eyes until your eyes stay on him
-Your pleasure always comes first
-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard and fat asf (lord have mercy 🙏🙏)
-Aftercare is just as good as the sex. He'll run a warm bath/shower either you alone or the both of you and carefully wash whatever he can reach while sitting behind you.
-"You did great, baby. You alright? Not sore, are ya?" "Good, good. My perfect princess/prince."
-Then when you're both done washing up, you'd better drag your ass back to bed for one (or more) of the following:
-#1: Cuddles
-#2: Movie/show marathon
-#3: Round 2 >:)
My first headcanons done! I'm sure y'all can tell that I'm an Alex girlie but honestly this man is so FINE 😫 how can I not be? I'll def make some SFW and Alex x chubby reader headcanons later, dw.
Let me know who I should do next!
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I would love to see Barbatos with the lemon stealing whore prompt. He's the one who owns the lemon tree and will NOT tolerate and whores stealing his lemons (those are for his tea)
A/N: This is the worst thing I've ever written btw. You've been warned... (but like thank you for sending this in bc this was the prompt I wanted to do the most lol). But like damn the whole time I was like "am I really writing this? To share? Publicly?" ... Anyway. This is really bad. Sorry.
Part of my cheesy porno drabbles event (requests closed)
If you haven't seen the lemon stealing whore porno... I'm sorry.
Lemon tree owner!Barbatos x GN!MC x lemon stealing whore!Beel
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Tw: reading this will probably make your life worse, sexual content but not sexy in the slightest, crack smut, anal (Beel receiving), MC gets penetrated (anal or vaginal unspecified), spit as lube, reads like a shitty porno (pun intended), somewhat ooc bc I prioritized honoring the source material, dom!Barb / sub!Beel
I cannot emphasize this enough: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
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"I love our lemon tree." Barbatos sighed contentedly as you leaned against his shoulder. You sat on a bench under the tree, gazing into the gardens in front of you.
"It was so nice of Diavolo to let us plant it here." You smiled in the shade. There was a soft breeze that rustled the leaves. "I guess we couldn't collect insurance on it, though."
"As long as we have these delicious lemons for my tea, I don't mind." Barbatos had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, although it was warm out the two of you didn't get many opportunities to be together like this.
Neither of you noticed the presence behind you, the sounds of nature and your blissful chat drowned out the sound of their movements. Beel had climbed the fence around the castle gardens and was now raiding the lemon tree. He was wearing nothing but a yellow leotard, picking up lemons from the ground behind you before cautiously reaching for some from the tree.
As Beel picked the lemons, he dropped them into his leotard for later. His mouth watered but he resisted the urge to bite into one, knowing he might eat the whole tree if he got started.
"Have you heard about the lemon stealing whores?" You asked Barbatos, looking up at him.
"Yes, Diavolo warned me about them." Barbatos frowned. "I just hope that being on the castle grounds is deterrence enough... I would hate to have to punish one."
"How do you do that?" You tilted your head, hearing the rustling of leaves behind you. Beel had meanwhile continued to shove lemons into his leotard.
"They respond best to anal." Barbatos glanced at the rustle he heard behind him, devastated to see his worst fears come true. A lemon stealing whore, in the flesh.
"Hey! Those are our lemons!" He stood and pointed at Beel.
"A lemon stealing whore!" You stood as well, shocked to see him.
"What lemons?" Beel had a lemon in each hand which he promptly dropped. You could clearly see the lemons in his leotard, bulging unnaturally around his crotch and hips.
"Those are ours!" Barbatos stormed over to him, roughly pushing the lemons out of the leotard's leg holes. Despite Beel's strength, Barbatos' speed allowed him to swiftly pull his wrists together, preventing Beel from getting away. He sighed in frustration.
"Beel? I didn't know you were a lemon stealing whore." Barbatos hissed. "You know what the punishment is, right?" Beel's eyes widened before he looked at the ground, littered with his contraband lemons.
"Answer the question." You chimed in, hands on your hips.
"A-anal..." Beel stammered.
"Good." Barbatos smacked his ass before adjusting the crotch of his leotard out of the way, slowly trailing his fingers around Beel's hole.
"Anything I can help you with?" You asked, ready to jump in.
"Yes." Barbatos spit on his fingers, prepping Beel's ass for his cock. "Just hold him in place while I..." Barbatos slowly pushed a finger into him, making Beel whimper. You quickly grabbed onto his arms and he leaned against you, almost like he was here for the punishment and not the lemons.
Barbatos was a bit rough with Beel, pushing him (and you) to the bench you were previously sitting on. Beel ended up on top of you, with Barbatos right behind him as his ass was finally ready to take him. Barbatos slowly pushed himself into Beel and you watched as his expression twisted into one of pleasure.
You couldn't really focus on restraining Beel with him on top of you. Not only was he big and definitely in the advantageous position here, but he was nestled between your legs and you could feel the bulge his leotard strained to keep contained. Beel seemed to have no interest in getting away, moaning lightly as Barbatos began to fuck him.
Beel's cock rubbed against your clothed sex to Barbatos' rhythm, finally popping out of one of the leg holes of his leotard. You could feel his full length now, heat pulsing within you as you admitted to yourself that you wanted him inside you.
"You wanna cum, you whore?" Barbatos hissed into Beel's ear.
"Wanna feel... MC..." Beel whimpered into your neck. It was clear he was already close.
"You want MC?" Barbatos chuckled before tearing through your clothes. "Go ahead. We're going to fuck your little lemon stealing obsession into oblivion."
"Barbatos!" You gasped, feeling Beel's bare cock against your sex.
"It's the only way we can save him... And protect our lemon tree." Barbatos ran a hand along your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips over Beel's shoulder before fucking into him harder.
Beel urgently pushed his cock into you, at the mercy of Barbatos' pace. He groaned, fucking into you as Barbatos fucked into him. Beel was huge, filling your hole completely as you felt him ram into you. Your walls were so tight around him he nearly came just from your heat.
"You ready to cum yet, lemon thief?" Barbatos hissed, increasing his pace.
"Y-yes, please!" Beel whined. As Beel started fucking you faster. You could feel your arousal reaching its peak as Beel's cock relentlessly pounded into you. Even though it was Beel fucking you, Barbatos' pace was unmistakeable. You moaned as pleasure flooded your sex.
You felt yourself tighten around him, a few thrusts away from cumming in the castle gardens.
"Not inside." Barbatos commanded, pulling Beel further from you until his cock slid out of you. Moments later, Beel came all over your stomach, writhing with pleasure as Barbatos continued to thrust into him.
Although you were disappointed that your pleasure was interrupted, Barbatos always made sure your needs were met.
"We're far from done here." He growled, smacking Beel again before allowing him to rest in you again, his cock already stiffening again between your thighs. "Not until you're begging to replace our damaged lemons."
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Do Something Wicked to Me - also on AO3
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Brandon accidentally gave Adam tentacles for a hand. Matt is more intrigued than he probably should be.
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sighs The worst thing is I did this to myself, and it's my 100th Professional Wrestling fic! Wahoo! Bingo square N2: Tentacle fic, complete. Title from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko.
Happy Wanksgiving!!!
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Yelling after Brandon is useless. They’re left here, panicking, and Matt doesn’t even know what to complain about first.
“What the eff,” Nick says, looking horrified. “You have an effing octopus hand.”
“Don’t be stupid, Nick,” Matt says, leaning in. “It’s not a…” He trails off as he looks closer. “God, those are weird.”
“Exactly,” Nick says. “Literal tentacles.”
“Not octopus, though,” Matt says. He frowns and wonders if he’s hallucinating or something. “They’re – different. And I thought the Barbie moment was creepy.”
Nick stands up and backs away. “I have no idea what’s happening here, but I’m going to go talk to Claudio. He’s the first person we know of to get the Malakai effect. Maybe he knows how to fix it.”
“Would have been great if Brandon had stayed here to fix it,” Adam calls after Nick, but it’s no use.
Other people start pouring into the café, and Matt shoves Adam’s tentacles – good lord – under his shirt sleeve.
“We need to get out of here before other people see,” Adam mutters. “I really don’t want anybody else to notice this…Thing on me.” He shakes his hand, and Matt almost has to giggle at the wet, slapping sound the tentacles make. “Oh my god!”
A tentacle pokes out and curls around, and suddenly Matt stares at Adam’s hand with the strangest boner of his life.
“It’s really hard to keep them under control,” Adam says, staring as the tentacles wiggle and squirm. “What the fuck is happening?”
“According to Nick, House of Black gave Claudio a magic dick, so…” Matt trails off. “I think the House of Black are trying to kill us, aren’t they?”
“Kill us?” Adam asks, holding up his tentacle hand. The two of them finally find their way into the EVP room in hopes that nobody would see the monstrosity growing out of the sleeve of Adam’s shirt. “This feels more like a distraction than a murder.” He wiggles the tentacles and the undulation is…intriguing. “What?” Adam asks stopping the tentacles from moving. “They freak you out?”
Matt tries to maintain a neutral expression, like he doesn’t care, but he fails. Adam gets a grin on his lips, one that usually promises a particular interesting night for Matt. It only makes it harder to keep a straight face.
Matt shakes his head, biting his lip as he starts to smile. “Nope,” he says, sitting across Adam’s lap. “Definitely not scared.”
Adam tilts his head to the side. “Seriously.”
Matt nods. “Look, you get access to weird porn on planes, okay?”
“Sorry, you’ve seen tentacle porn?” Adam asks. He tickles the tentacles on Matt’s face, and it sends a thrill of heat through Matt’s body. “You thinkin’ about them inside you?”
Matt feels himself burning pink. “Never used to,” he mutters. “Not until – not until they’re yours.”
He thinks he can see Adam’s eyes darken. “Oh, they’re okay when they’re mine?” He murmurs. Matt shivers again as the tentacles slide down Matt’s neck and into his hair. “That’s all they gotta be?”
Matt nods, trying to decide if he wants to get closer to or farther from the tentacles. He leans into them, on impulse, and sighs.
“This is so surreal,” Adam says, eyes on where the tentacles play with the hem of Matt’s shirt. “I know they’re my hand, because they’re part of me,” he adds, almost more to himself, “but they’re so different.”
Matt turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of the tentacle. He almost laughs – it feels squishy but lithe under his lips, intentional and solid. “This is so weird.”
“It is,” Adam says, sounding almost reverent. “Like – I know you’re kissing a part of me.” Matt does it again, and he can feel Adam watching him. “I know it. But, looking at it.” Matt leans in and kisses Adam’s tentacle again. “It’s so fuckin’ weird.”
Matt licks his lips. “Can I try something?”
“Go for it,” Adam says, a little breathless.
Matt leans in and takes the tentacle in his mouth. He locks eyes on Adam.
“Oh, my god,” Adam says slowly. “That feels so different from – fingers, I can feel your mouth, Matt.” He rolls his shoulders. “Not like when you suck my dick, but close.” He exhales slowly, and Matt swirls his tongue around the tip of the tentacle. They’re smooth with little sticky suckers on the bottom that only seem to truly stick when Adam makes them. Matt grins around it.
“Yeah?” Matt asks. “I have an idea. Hold on.” He leans in and tries to take the tentacle down his throat, but it doesn’t work. He tries again, mouth and tongue working, but the tentacle is too soft. “Alright, well. We’ll have to stick to me shoving your dick down my throat, I guess.”
Adam laughs, but it’s tight in the back of his throat. Matt knows what that means. “Yeah,” Adam manages. He licks his lips. “Get over here.”
“First, I have to – hold on.” Matt almost fall off the couch as he reaches for his bag.
“Yeah,” Adam says. He reaches out his human hand to grab the lube and makes a weird little face. “This is gonna be weird.”
“I’m good with weird,” Matt says. He throws his legs over Adam’s hips and leans in, kissing him like he means it. “What are you thinking, weird wise?” Matt has what he wants it to be, but he won’t push. “I’ve said weird more in the past few minutes than I have in the past few months.”
Adam grins. “I figured,” he says slowly, “that I could, um.” He trails the tentacles across the top of Matt’s pants waistband.
“You want to – I guess finger me is the wrong word, since they’re tentacles. Tentacle me?” Matt frowns. “You know what? Forget talking. Get in me and let’s see how this goes.”
Adam beams at him, and the two of them get their clothes off in record time.
“Hold on,” Matt says, standing up. He checks to lock the door. “Couldn’t risk somebody walking in.”
“Look at you, being responsible or whatever the fuck,” Adam sighs. “Come on. I have an idea. Lay down.”
Matt flops on his back on the couch and looks up at Adam, who is staring down at him. “Uh. Adam?”
“Right,” Adam says, shaking his head. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Matt laughs. Adam throws one of Matt’s legs over the arm of the couch and angles him so the other dangles to the floor. It feels exposed, open, and Matt is all about it.
“Come on,” Matt says, and it’s getting difficult to ignore how hard he is.
Adam dances the tentacles down Matt’s abs, to his hips, to the insides of his thighs. With a raise of eyebrows, Adam silently asks permission, and Matt nods emphatically.
Two tentacles curl around Matt’s cock, and it’s enough to make him squeak.
“You good?” Adam asks.
Matt nods. “They’re, god, I’m saying it again, weird. Like, they’re not dicks, but that’s the only comparison I have.” He rolls his hips up, the suckers on the tentacles gripping his dick. “Oh, this is so – I don’t even know the words.”
“Good, though?” Adam asks, dribbling lube on the tentacles.
Matt nods. “Great.”
The tentacles leave his cock, which is less than ideal, but suddenly Adam is probing at the rim of his hole and he’s back on board.
“Go,” Matt hisses. “Please, I need to – please?”
“I will,” Adam promises. “I just have to figure out – okay!” The tip of the tentacle slips into Matt. “Hey, it worked!”
Matt’s too busy losing his mind to answer. Something about the way the tentacle moves is the exact kind of pressure he craves.
“Keep going,” Matt pants. “Oh my – Adam, I can’t even explain how this feels.”
Adam nods and slides the tentacle in further. There’s less resistance than he’d get with a finger or a dick, but the tentacle wiggles and thickens and –
“God, that was fun to hear,” Adam laughs. “Moan like that much more and other people will hear us.”
“Don’t care,” Matt says. He’s panting. “Do – more. Keep doing that thickening thing. Strange but good.”
“Oh, something stranger than getting my tentacles in you?” Adam asks, but he does something with the tentacle that makes Matt’s eyes roll. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”
Matt nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “They – they change size. They get thicker.”
“Yeah,” Adam says, and he slips in another tentacle next to the first one. “I know.”
Matt writhes. Adam’s fingers have always fit him perfectly, filled him almost as good as Adam’s cock, but this is incredible. The tentacles swell and pull as Adam fucks two gently, like he’s trying to be careful.
“Good?” Adam asks, and Matt opens his eyes to see Adam looking down, almost concerned.
“This is the coolest thing – oh!” Matt bucks away from the feeling but chases it back almost immediately. “Oh, right there.”
“Yeah?” Adam asks. He flexes a tentacle and it undulates over and over again against Matt’s prostate, sending wave after wave of intensity through his body. “Fuck, baby, you look so good. Does it feel great?”
“B-better than great,” Matt whimpers. “Don’t stop, please, I’m almost –” But he comes, pulsing shifts inside of his body along with the tentacle as his orgasm comes dry. He’s still achingly hard, but now the tentacle feels like it’s pressing on an open nerve as it wiggles.
“Adam,” he pleads, and he feels empty for a moment when Adam takes out his tentacle hand. Adam kisses Matt as he gains his breath back. “God, that – I –” He takes a shuddering breath as Adam pulls back. His tentacle hand is still, but Matt just wants it back in him. “The whole thing.”
“What?” Adam asks, blinking.
“I wanna – all of them,” Matt begs. “Please, I want to try.”
Adam looks at his hand, then at Matt, then back at his hand. “Are you sure?”
Matt nods. “I want –” The words get stuck in his throat, but Matt makes himself say it. “I want you to stuff me full of them.”
Adam exhales so long that Matt begins to wonder if he went too far. “Well, shit, baby,” Adam finally says, sounding a little breathless. “You want me to fill you up, all you gotta do is ask.”
Matt moves so he’s bent over the arm of the chair. “You want my whole, uh, hand?” Adam asks. “Wait. That’s – not quite right.”
Matt giggles. “First time with tentacle dirty talk?”
“Fuck off,” Adam laughs, “you know it is.” He clears his throat. “You want all five of my tentacles in your ass?” he asks, voice lower than Matt’s used to. “You want me to fuck you with all of ‘em at once?”
“Yeah,” Matt says. He wiggles his ass, trying to get the focus back where he wants it. “All of them at once.”
Adam uses his human hand to grip Matt’s hip, then slides a tentacle inside of Matt. He blushes a little with how easy it was, how quickly the tentacle slid inside him. “Good?” Adam murmurs.
“Yeah,” Matt says. “You – you can go for another one.”
“Yeah, I already know you can take two,” Adam says. Matt feels the second tentacle move in beside the first, pulsing against each other to stretch him. He hums, rolling his hips so the tips of the tentacles explore inside of him.
“More,” Matt says. “Come on, I know I can take them.”
“Of course you can,” Adam says, but it sounds almost pandering. Matt whines as the third tentacle makes its way inside him. “Wish you could see, Matt. This is wild.”
“Yeah?” Matt says. He exhales a couple times to encourage the tentacles higher. He almost loses his balance when they start thrusting. “Holy – Adam, what are you doing?”
“That working for you?” Adam asks. “I figured out how to move them differently. It’s super different without bones.” He dances the tip of another tentacle around the rim of Matt’s hole. “Want another one?”
“Yes,” Matt hisses, and he almost doesn’t notice it slip inside of him as the other tentacles continue fucking him.
“Jesus.” Adam sounds impressed, almost, and Matt could be smug about it, if he tried. “I – you sure you can take the last one?”
“Yes, Adam, they’re tentacles,” Matt says, and realizes it’s the most bizarre sentence he’s ever said. “Plus, I’m pretty sure your cock is bigger than all of them combined.”
Adam laughs. “That’s both sweet and objectively wrong.” He leans down to kiss Matt’s back at the base of his spine, then slowly, so effing slowly, works the fifth tentacle in. They are so much more interesting than fingers, is what Matt’s realizing. They’re all the same length and sprout from the same general area, so it really is like a devastatingly thick dick inside him with multiple moving parts. He exhales so slowly he thinks time will stop by the time he’s done, but then he rolls his hips and – and he’s ascending to a different plane.
“All of your – your whole hand – the tentacles.” Matt can’t figure out what he’s trying to say, couldn’t tell anybody if they asked him, but he moves just enough to feel the tentacles undulate. He whines, slumping over the couch. “Adam,” he whimpers. “Oh, please f-fuck me.”
“With – the tentacles?” Adam asks. He moves the tentacles in a thrusting motion that almost sends Matt into tears. “Jesus, not used to you cursing. This must be good.”
“Anything,” Matt says, “god, anything, just do it.” He doesn’t even have the frame of mind to think about what he’s asking for, just grips the couch cushions and pushes back.
“Got an idea,” Adam mutters. “Matt, I’m gonna take them out, for just a second, okay?”
“Okay,” Matt pants. He makes a strange, pained noise he’s not familiar with from the back of his throat when he finds himself empty and clenching on nothing. Then a familiar cock nudges at him and slides in.
“Huh,” he muses. “Okay.”
“Don’t sound so excited,” Adam grumbles. “I have a –”
They both gasp at the same time. Adam’s snaked a tentacle inside of Matt next to his cock, then curled two around to wrap around Matt’s dick.
“Oh!” Matt squeaks. “Oh, Adam, okay.” He rocks between the two mind-numbing sensations. “This is – I’m going to –”
“Same here, baby,” Adam grunts, and Matt can feel that he’s being careful, that he’s taking his time.
“I – I want to,” Matt says, and he can’t say anything else before he comes harder than he has before in his life, streaking the locker room couch and making a giant mess. He clenches down on the tentacle and Adam’s dick and feels Adam fill him with come, and the feeling of being claimed is stronger in this moment than it ever has been before. The tentacle strokes at the inside of him as Adam pulls out, curls around his hole until he’s so oversensitive he’s about to cry.
Adam slumps over Matt’s back, and Matt feels almost miserable at the emptiness. But the power of an orgasm so good his mind melted overtakes the negativity. “Oh, my god,” Adam murmurs into Matt’s back.
“That,” Matt says, “that was incredible. I can’t think. I’m brain dead.” He falls onto his stomach on the couch, not even caring that he’s laying in a pool of his own come, with Adam splayed across his back. “Can we keep the tentacles?”
Adam snorts. “Babe, I can guarantee, this is a one time thing. I’m getting rid of these things as soon as possible.”
Matt sighs. “I guess, but it won’t be the same.” He shuffles, ignoring the mess. “I might have to add something to my Christmas wish list.”
“I bet you will,” Adam says. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” He reaches out a hand and Matt takes it, letting Adam pull him to standing. “Oh, that couch is toast.”
Matt wrinkles his noise. “Oops.”
“We’ll hit it with some soap or something,” Adam decides. “Or just, like, flip the cushions.”
“Both could work,” Matt decides.
They shower quickly as they can with three quarters of the hands they usually have. Matt giggles as Adam keeps dropping things in the tentacle hand.
“You’re being a dick, you know that?” Adam says, curling some of the tentacles around the back of Matt’s neck. Matt shivers. “I may be permanently disfigured because of Brandon, and you’re laughing at me.”
Matt shrugs. “I’ll panic when we know there’s something to panic about. There’s every chance we’re dreaming and I’m gonna wake up with a brand new kink I’ll make you participate in.”
Adam kisses his forehead. “You should know by now that I go for pretty much anything you want to try at least once.”
Matt flashes back to the box full of their toys in their closet. “Yeah, you have a point there.”
When they’ve finally gotten themselves and the cushion presentably clean, Matt texts Brandon to demand some sort of explanation.
“Nothing,” Matt says, frowning. “You think Brandon’s okay?”
His own concern is mirrored on Adam’s face. “If he’s messing with the House of Black? No way.”
The two of them watch as Adam’s tentacles flex and wiggle. Based on Adam’s expression, he’s not making them do that.
“Yeah, I need this gone,” Adam decides. “We need to find Brandon.”
Matt would find it funny how Adam has to keep yanking his sleeves down over his tentacle hand as they run into people repeatedly in the venue, if it wasn’t so nerve wracking. He’s relatively impressed with how Adam’s keeping it together. He, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about how he would want to keep those tentacles around if they weren’t so inconvenient.
They make their way down the hallways of the venue, trying to remember the direction they’ve come from. Matt texts Brandon again with no response.
“He should show himself or at least text back soon,” Matt says. “What are we going to do, throw open every door until we find him? He shouldn’t have even run away from us.” He starts getting annoyed again. “Who does he think he is, turning me into a Barbie and turning your hand into a tentacle?” He’s about to really get going when someone turns the other corner.
“Brandon!” Matt yells.
“Oh, good,” Brandon says, rolling his eyes. “Matt’s here, too.”
“You turned him into tentacle boy,” Matt says. “Fix him.”
“I can’t –”
“Then take us to someone who can!”
“I did not have control over what kinds of tentacles I accidentally cursed him with!” Brandon yells. “I just went for the first tentacles I thought about!”
“Hold on,” Adam says, holding up his normal hand, then showing Brandon the wiggling mass of tentacles that are decidedly not octopus. “Are you telling me the only tentacles you’ve seen are in porn?!”
Brandon turns red. “Look, that’s not – I just don’t think of octopus tentacles, or jellyfish.” He stomps on the floor. “Let me take you to locker room five. Malakai’s in there. I think he can help. But you have to knock first.”
“He sure as effing hell better be able to help,” Matt continues, storming down the hallway. “Adam’s hand got all effed up – ”
“I think the word is transmogrified,” Adam interrupts.
“By magic,” Matt says like Adam didn’t speak, folding his arms over his chest, “that we didn’t even know existed, and we should just be polite and knock? No. No way.”
“You have to knock!” Brandon says, chasing after them. Matt hopes he trips. “They’re trying to fix all of this, but losing magic like that is apparently, like a really big deal. Malakai was all possessed by this creepy static guy. He seemed pretty pissed. ”
“Is he gonna get in trouble?” Adam asks. He flexes the human hand again. Matt suddenly wonders if, when they fix it, the human hand will keep the touch memory of everything the tentacles did. He blushes. “He should. He let his minions or whatever use magic on people who didn’t consent to it.”
“Don’t – you really don’t want to mess with this stuff,” Brandon pleads, but now Matt’s curious. “Knock before you open.”
“Come on, Brandon,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It can’t be that bad.” Matt yanks open the door and is immediately struck with bright. “What the hell?”
“Oh, no,” Brandon moans.
The brightness, colors and light Matt can’t quite understand, soars out around them and knocks the three of them to the floor.
The man pulls himself up on the floor, tugging at the ends of his hair. A least, he thinks he’s a man. He looks around, down at the handsome guy at his feet, with curly blonde hair and pretty eyes.
“Hi,” he says, fluttering his lashes down. “What’s your name?”
~
Mini playlist:
Eyes Roll - (G)I-DLE
Animals - Maroon 5
Unholy - Hey Violet
Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko
Bonus points to anyone who catches the Calvin and Hobbes reference :)
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