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cloudcountry · 2 years ago

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mer-shrimpy?

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: The Prefect has an accident in alchemy (courtesy of Ace, Deuce, and Grim) and has turned into a merperson!! Floyd witnesses this and drags them to Octavinelle, where they hang out with the Octotrio until Crewel can reverse the spell.

Author's Comments: i love these absolutely menaces they're my favorite ever i want to hold their hands and hugs them (and give azul smooches.) this ends in kind of a choose your own adventure way?

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A bright, multicolored puff of smoke erupted from the cauldron in front of you as Ace and Deuce argued, Grim scurrying around your ankles as he cackled. The noise stopped immediately after the smoke cleared, but you still couldn’t see much of anything. It was only when you realized that you couldn’t breathe very well that you started to panic, flopping around the floor.

Wait, flopping?

You looked down at your legs, only to see the bottom half of a shrimp of all things.

“Bad pups! Stay!” Crewel yelled, quickly approaching your tiny form on the ground, “Ramshackle Prefect, are you alright?”

“Shrimpy?” Floyd leered, peeking over Crewel’s shoulders, “What did you guys do to them, huh?”

Ace and Deuce stepped back a bit, intimidated by the sharp glare Floyd sent their way.

“The water breathing potion must have backfired. What did you add into your potion?” Crewel glared.

“Um…dunno.” Ace mumbled, “I’m sorry, Prefect. I didn’t mean to make you…tiny.”

You tried to voice that it was okay, that you weren’t dying, but nothing came out but sharp shrieking noises and ragged gasps.

“It’s hard to breathe-!” you gasped, choking on air.

“Ehh? It's hard to breathe? You need water or something?” Floyd hummed, his words sending Deuce running to the nearest large plastic container to fill it up for you.

You were more impressed that he’d deciphered what you’d said.

“You can understand me?” you choked out, the sound coming out garbled and raspy.

He tilted his head, kneeling down to you, “Of course I can, Little Shrimp! Did your brain get tiny too? You’re just speaking mer.”

You were about to speak again before Floyd lifted you into his arms, curling his arms around your body and holding you close. He nuzzled your forehead affectionately, his teeth scraping against the skin.

“Leech! Unhand the Prefect!” Crewel demanded, swooping in with the container of water Deuce filled, “This is why you all needed remedial lessons in the first place!”

“Aww, no fun. I wanna play with Shrimpy!” he pouted, turning away and using his upper body to hide you away.

“It’s okay, Floyd. I’ll play with you later.” you promised, “Just please let me breathe.”

“Fiiiine. I don’t want Jade and Azul yelling at me for not taking good care of you. Whatever.” he huffed, annoyed at the idea of letting you go.

He dropped you into the water unceremoniously, the small splash briefly disorienting you before you became used to the feeling of breathing water. It honestly felt like the bathtubs at home, with the container just barely fitting you. Your tail was bent at an odd angle in order for you to breathe properly, and Floyd looked annoyed at your mild discomfort. He brightened up a second later, eyes glinting with mischief.

“I know! Shrimpy, let’s go to my dorm! We have a lot of water, and you can swim all you’d like! Then we can play all we want!” he grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the light.

“That may be the best idea given the situation.” Crewel agreed, turning his gaze to you, “What do you think?”

You nodded, heart jumping at the thought of a bigger pool. You could breathe and have leg room in the Octavinelle pools, though you’d need to learn how to use your new bottom. You couldn’t imagine how hard it had been to transition from a tail to legs for Floyd and Jade, and in Azul’s case, tentacles. You kept trying to move how you would with your legs, but it felt you only had one big leg and only moved one way. Crossing your arms over your chest, you blew annoyed bubbles in the water.

“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd cooed, scooping up the container with ease, “Come on, we’re going on a trip! Just me and Shrimpyyy!”

You tried your best to hold onto the container as Floyd slung you around the hall, yelling cheerfully about how much fun he was going to have with you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you’d reach Octavinelle soon.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” someone questioned, the amused tone all too familiar.

“Jade!” he beamed, shoving the container of Jade in Jade’s face, “Look at our Shrimpy! Aren’t they cute?”

Our?!

“Indeed.” Jade chuckled, raising a brow as you floated aimlessly around the water, “I assume you were taking them to the pool in Octavinelle?”

“Where else? We need to keep our little Shrimpy close, don’t we?”

“That we do. I’ll walk with you.”

You wished you could chew them out about this stupid “our” business, but all that came out were more little shrieks and yelps. Floyd laughed, and that’s when you remembered that they could understand you.

“Poor thing. You sound so sad when you talk like that. I can barely understand you.” Jade sighed, acting all disappointed when you knew he was teasing.

“Mean!” you shrieked, and they both laughed.

Sinking back into the water, you blew annoyed bubbles until you found yourself in Octavinelle. The dorm was beautifully decorated, no doubt part of Azul’s influence. You furrowed your brow, looking from left to right. Where was Azul? It was after school, so there was only one other place he could be.

“Don’t fret, Little Pearl.” Jade hummed, staring down at you with half lidded eyes that scream trouble, “If you’re looking for Azul, he’s in his office. Of course, our priority lies with you as of now, but Floyd can retrieve him if you so wish.”

“Ehhh? Why me? I wanna play with Shrimpy.” he moped, holding the container of water closer to his chest.

“Oh, but Floyd, the Little Pearl doesn’t know how to use their tail. Wouldn’t it be more fun to play with them when they can run away? I will teach them the basics while you fetch Azul.” Jade hummed, attempting to placate his brother.

Floyd thought on it for a few seconds before brightening up, showing the container into Jade’s arms. With a loud promise of playing with you later, Floyd bolted towards the VIP Room.

Poor Azul.

“Well hello there.” Jade smiled down at you, his face distorted in the still sloshing water, “What do you say we get you in the pool, hm?”

You nodded, blowing more bubbles in the water. Jade chuckled politely, carrying you off into a hallway near the back of the dorm. You stood stationary inside the water as Jade hummed a tune, finally stopping in front of a door and pushing it open with his hip. The water sloshed over the side of the container, wetting his glove. Jade muttered a quiet apology and set the container down next to the wide expanse of clear water, his soaked gloved hand reaching into the water to pet your head.

“Do you mind if I lift you up? I hardly think dumping someone as delicate as you into a pool would be kind.” he hummed, pulling his gloves off one finger at a time, “I will also be shifting into my merform, so you won’t be lonely.”

You nodded, poking your head above the water. Jade’s bare hands were a sight you’d never seen before, and you were surprised at how soft they looked considering most of his free time was spent digging around in terrariums and even mountains. He noticed you staring, eyes crinkling in the corners as he chuckled. Without any warning, he swooped down gracefully, closing on you far too quickly for your liking. You jerked back, water sloshing over the sides of the container once again as Jade’s fangs glinted in the overhead lights.

“Don’t be shy, Little Pearl.” he cooed, dipping his bare hands into the water and scooping you up as though you were a plant ready to be repotted, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll treat you delicately, with all the care a little morsel like you deserves.”

Your eyes went wide at the morsel comment, but before you could see anything Jade had set you in the pool. Even though the water looked clear on the surface, there was a light fog settling within the water that made it hard to see much of anything. You jumped when you heard a splash a little ways away from you, but when you looked you couldn’t see anything. Fear coursed through your veins as you waited, unable to use your tail to swim towards where you hoped Jade had dove in with you. Gulping water through your gills, you tried to take deep breaths to calm down. They wouldn’t eat you, obviously. This was Jade. He just wanted to see you jump.

And jump you did, when a green blur gently tapped your tail from behind.

You jumped backward, whipping around to face none other than Jade. Crossing your arms, you glared at him as he chuckled, eyes narrowed.

“Apologies, Little Pearl. I wanted to see how you would react. It’s quite entertaining to see you out of your element.” he hummed, swishing his tail around as he darted in circles around you, “Now, do you think you’re ready to try swimming?”

“How do you guys work these things?!” you blurted, flopping in the pool like a fish on land, “It’s so hard to manage-”

“Don’t move it like you’d move your own two legs. Move like your legs have been merged into one.” Jade hummed, smirking at your struggle.

You jerked your tail as you managed to go forward, a small accomplishment in the grand scheme of things. Jade looked so proud though, and you tried not to let him feed your ego too much. He was probably laughing at you internally anyway.

“Good Little Pearl.” he hummed, swimming a bit further away, “Keep going. I’m certain you’ll be able to use that tail of yours efficiently in no time.”

With that praise, you tried even harder to swim towards him. It wasn’t as hard as it used to be now that you were thinking of your bottom as two legs merged together, and it occurred to you that merpeople had to pretend that their tail had been split in two. You wondered how they got used to feet, or even if they’d had a foot cramp before. Did merpeople have tail cramps?

You were too in your own head. As you snapped out of it, you realized that Jade had moved a bit farther, and had gone deeper into the pool. In the dimmer lighting at the bottom, you could swear his golden eye was glowing, beckoning you deeper into the pool like a siren. You almost didn’t go deeper.

Almost.

Curiosity killed the cat, as they said, and curiosity was about to kill you.

So you swam down, chasing after Jade as he darted between the various types of coral, their jagged forms rising from the sand like nature’s fortified towers. Octavinelle was truly a beautiful dorm.

With beautiful people, you thought as you watched Jade look back at you, his eyes gleaming. His expression was playful as he twirled in a circle, darting into some faded yellow coral. Without a second thought, you swam after his, elated that you were finally getting the hang of your tail.

“What are you doing here?!” a loud hissed reverberated in the water, and Jade immediately darted in front of you like a guard dog.

A familiar face poked out from the coral, his blue gray eyes narrowed with annoyance.

“Azul?” you gasped, eyes widening at the surprise, “I thought you were back in your VIP Room?”

“Wh- Angelfish? Why are you a…?” Azul trailed off, head tilting to the side as he examined you, “...Nevermind that. You need to get out. Out! Leave!”

“Azul, it’s okay.” Jade spoke, his voice calm and collected.

He still hadn’t moved away from you though.

“Azul, is everything okay?” you asked, keeping your distance.

The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him.

“Angelfish, please leave. You shouldn’t see me like this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he shrank back into the coral, “It’s not a pretty sight, I assure you. Now, if you will-”

“There’s no part of you that I wouldn’t find nice.” you said, voice so stern it surprised you, “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to show me, but I promise I won’t judge you for anything. I’m literally a shrimp right now.”

You flicked your tail in his direction for emphasis, and Jade snorted. He seemed to have drifted off the side since you two figured out it was Azul and not some other random student.

“Aaaaazul!” Floyd called, darting out of nowhere into the coral Azul was hiding in, “Come play with us!”

“Floyd, no-!” Azul yelped as he was slammed out of his hidey hole, a writhing mass of black following his front as Floyd cackled. Your eyes widened at the appendages as he struggled to hide them, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He kept shooting you panicked glances, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Floyd swam circles around him.

“Azul? Why are you on edge? Is it because Little Shrimpy’s here?” Floyd teased.

“Azul, I highly doubt Little Pearl cares about such trivial things.” Jade hummed, pressing a hand against your lower back and pushing you the slightest bit forward.

Azul froze on the spot, finally taking the time to look at your expression. There was no disgust, no amusement, no fear. There was just awe and curiosity. He swallowed thickly, feeling like a specimen on an examination table. You slowly swam forward, reaching out slowly, giving him time to pull away. He slammed his eyes shut but didn’t move, feeling your hand slide down one of his tentacles. You hummed as your other hand cupped one of them, flipping it upwards to reveal the suction cups. Azul cracked his eyes open just a bit to see you staring down at his chubby hideous revolting body with such much adoration that it made his heart jump into his throat. He couldn’t breathe.

“You’re really pretty, Azul.” you murmured, pulling the tentacle closer and letting it wrap around your hand, its actions shaky and slow, “You’re gorgeous like this.”

“See? What did I tell ya? Little Shrimpy doesn’t care.” Floyd laughed, poking Azul at the base of his tentacles.

“I’m not so sure about that, Floyd. They seem to care quite a bit.” Jade chuckled.

Another black tentacle wrapped itself around your waist as his purple tinted skin turned pink. He refused to meet your gaze as you accepted his touch without a bit of repulsion, your eyes affectionate and happy as if asking him to keep going. He yanked himself away before he could pull you into his chest and hug you for hours.

“Come swim with us, Azul!” Floyd called, snapping at him with his teeth as he giggled, “You can’t hog Shrimpy all day! That’s not faaair!”

“Floyd is right, you know. You should thank him for going to get you in the first place. That was very generous of him.” Jade hummed.

“I was here the whole time.” Azul mumbled, and you shook your head at their antics.

“I’d like to make the most of this form while I’m still in it. It’s been fun so far!” you bounced a bit in the water, curling your tail in and out.

“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd giggled, his expression immediately shifting to annoyance when he processed what you meant, “Ehh? What do ya mean? We’re going to have you over like this again, Shrimpy. You’re not getting away that easily.”

“Indeed.” Jade began circling you, a sinister look on his face, “You’re such a small little morsel, it would be the same if we didn’t have a chance to catch you.”

A shiver shot down your spine as Floyd followed his twin’s example, the both of them circling you menacingly as Azul stared disappointingly at them.

“If you two keep freaking them out, they’ll never come back again.” he pointed out, tugging you closer by the tail, “Don’t scare the poor angelfish. ”

“It’s just a little fuuun.” Floyd giggled, brightening up at the thought of forcing you over again, “Come on Shrimpy, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Sketchy undertones aside, I agree. I think it’d be nice to try this out again, even just swimming in my human form. It’s like stress relief.” you mused.

“Professor Crewel should be working on a cure already. We best make haste if we’re to enjoy you to the fullest.” Jade smiled his close-eyed smile, “Little Pearl, if you will.”

He gestured to the coral around you as Floyd’s yellow eye gleamed mischievous. When Jade opened his eyes, you noticed his yellow eye was glowing too.

“You may hide, and we will seek you out.” he chuckled, tilting his head slightly, “Wouldn’t you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, Shrimpy! It’ll be so fun. We’ll try to take a bite out of you.” Floyd laughed.

Azul shook his head exasperatedly, holding out a hand to you.

“If you do not wish to join their game of cat and mouse, I can show you around the deeper ends of the pool.” he murmured, “I’m sure you would enjoy the secret’s I’ve stashed away.”

You looked between the three, contemplating which to try first. Well, what’ll it be, dear Prefect?

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 10 months ago

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oooh ok so i think something really fitting for dark luke would be him manipulating reader into joining kronos’ army and then reader realises that it’s wrong and tries to leave but he won’t let them (he perhaps might kidnap them just to keep them with him)🤭🤭🤭

Pairing: Dark Luke Castellan x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Minor Violence.

Took me a long time to write it but here it is finally, so enjoy 😊

“Y/N, c’mon. We gotta hurry up.”

You remain silent, feet fixed on the floor, bothered by the troublesome tentacles of doubt and uneasiness that have started to round you up.

You had always agreed with Luke’s perspective on the Gods. Comforted him when Luke’s anger and anguish got the best out of him. Supported him when he rambled about the imperative need to act, to defy the Gods.

You understood him.

You had your fair share of bitterness and hatred dedicated to your own mother, something that often led to crying yourself to sleep.

You even helped him design the plan that made sure that Zeus’ Lightning Bolt was stolen without the fault falling on Luke.

But now… now things feel different. It feels wrong. Very wrong.

You’re not sure what changed, but as you passively observe Luke hastily stuffing some of your clothes into a small bag, you realize you can't do this.

Because it means to betray the only place that ever felt like home. To turn your back on the people you called friends.

“I can’t go with you.”

Your words come out in a low tone, barely above a whisper and Luke stops for a moment, hands dangerously clenching around a few shirts of yours.

You think he’s going to say something, but as quick as the moment comes, it also goes away and your boyfriend resorts to ignoring you.

“The rest of your shirts won’t fit here.” he says, with a strained voice. “But it’s fine. We can get you more clothes when we get there.”

A shaky sigh comes from you before you can stop it.

“Luke, I’m not going with you.”

Luke tenses up and you nervously gulp when he twists his neck to glare at you with a mix of impatience, anger and exasperation and shakes his head before returning his attention to the bag, zipping it close.

“Luke-”

“You’re not ditching me. Now right now.” he snaps at you, turning to fully face you. “You promised me you were on my side. Hell, you even helped me begin this. And now you’re abandoning me, seriously?”

You shake your head, reaching for his hand. He lets you hold it, despite the angry frown he has.

“This isn’t right, Luke. We can’t just-”

“But you get it, right? You get why I’m - we - are doing this, right?” he tugs you closer by the hand, his other hand wrapping itself around your other hand’s wrist.

Pulling you so close that you can practically see the rageful emotions exploding in his eyes.

“It’s for a good cause. All of this! We’re doing this to stop the Gods, stop them from always getting away with every shitty action of theirs.”

You look at him, pure confliction itching your heart and mind and Luke seems to notice that.

“We’re in this together, okay?” his eyes beg you to accept it, to accept him. To be his partner in crime. “You and me against the world. Having each other’s backs.”

But as much as you want to, it’s not something you can do.

Luke’s face falls at the tears shining in your eyes - a clear synonym of your decision.

“I’m sorry, Luke. I really am.”

For a moment, his jaw tenses up and you think Luke is gonna shout at you. That you’re no better than the Gods. That you too have betrayed him when he needs you the most.

But he doesn’t.

“So am I.” your brows squirm in confusion at his apologetic words and the only warning you get is a light squeeze of his palms on your hands.

It happens so fast that you barely have time to react.

He shoves you hard with one of his hands grabbing the back of your head, smashing your skull against the hard wall.

The pain is excruciating, stars exploding in your vision and you feel a strange numbness disseminating through your body. Your knees give up and you’d almost fall if Luke’s arms weren’t there to grab you, softly rocking you till your back meets the floor.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” his voice sounds distant, your brain slowly disconnecting as you lean towards the darkness,

“...but I can’t let you walk away from me.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #dark luke castellan #dark luke castellan x reader #yandere luke castellan #yandere luke castellan x reader #tw: toxic relationships

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thegnomelord · 1 year ago

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here for the prompt game! (Seriously such a neat idea)

I’m thinking 26 with Ghost and Soap and an inexperienced male reader (could be trans if you want) who’s got an eager golden retriever vibe about him even if he doesn’t know as much as the other two. Also maybe some fluff on the side about reader maybe biting off more than they can chew and getting overwhelmed and Ghost and Soap could comfort him? Thanks!

Sure thing anon! sorry it took so long, couldn't figure out what to write; I decided to do an eldritch reader since I haven't written it in a while and I think it works with this prompt :D. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Pulling them closer by the back of the neck

CW: NSFW, Sub Top Male Eldritch Reader, Dom Bottom Ghost, Sub Bottom Soap, oral, anal, nonhuman genitalia, tentacles, first times.

You don't know how this happened; Ghost and Soap(primarily Soap) had taken upon themselves to introduce you to alcohol, and despite the knowledge you couldn't get drunk or even consume it like they could, you still drank down what was given to you just to see amusement dancing in their eyes as they tried to match you.

Then Johnny had leaned in and by the time your eternal mind had finished buffering you were stuck between two warm bodies, Soap's hands greedily pushing beneath your shirt, his mouth like a blistering star against your own, tongue prying your lips open to push cold liquor into your mouth and running over your teeth as a way to remind you to swallow.

And for the first time in over a millennia you are. . .uncertain.

You'd watched these little creatures for so long you had been certain you could match them, arrogant creature that you are, for what is an ant to a god?

But the moment you felt their touch, before even time had been able to register it, you froze. You felt naked; you feel naked, stripped bare of cloth and human flesh, their warmth stabbing through inky abyss to your core, to all that you are and will be.

Johnny pulls back with a wicked grin and you're left breathing like a newborn, your skin bulging in unnatural ways as you shift beneath, unsure of what to do, what to think, your mind desperate to feel more yet weary of it.

You forget how observant they are despite how short their lives are, "You olright?" Simon asks, his broad chest flush with your back, both of them warm like collapsing stars compared to your corpse like temperature.

"Yeah lad," Johnny leans a bit back, "Yer lookin' a wee bit tense." His palms lay flush along your ribs and he can almost feel you writhing beneath— it takes every bit of your consciousness not to reach out, not to tear through the flimsy layer of stolen skin to feel him, not to wrap them in your body and never let go.

"I. . ." You push out a breath, the air near your mouth crackling with static. "I don't know." Your eyes focus on Johnny only to widen when you notice how his mohawk has puffed up like a blow-dried cat. "Ah-I'm sorry."

Johnny looks at you incredulously, not aware by his appearance, "Sorry for whot?" His brows furrowed, "Hey, wee dinnea have to do this if yer havin' second thoughts."

You feel Simon shift to your side, still close but not suffocatingly so, his rough fingers on the nape of your neck, blunt nails scratching your skin. "Talk to us."

"I. . .I didn't think it would be this hard." You admit, gnawing on your bottom lip; some things are native to both gods and mortals, anxiety included.

"That's what she said." Johnny suddenly pipes up. "I- ow!" You assume it's some type of poorly timed joke by the way Ghost swats him over the head, turning a deaf ear to Johnny's whining about it hurting.

"What's the matter lovie?" Ghost pulls your attention like a lighthouse in a vast ocean of darkness, "Did'yea think fockin' would be easy from being a peeping Tom?" You'd gotten a talking to plenty of times about having watched them fuck when they'd thought you were a cat.

You lower your head, unable to meet his eyes; funny how a fly can make you feel so small. "Yeah."

Johnny quirks a grin, "Need some guidance then?" You're confused until Johnny's hands move, blissfully warm fingers tickling along your ribs before lightly tugging on your nipple, and though logically you shouldn't feel much in your skin suit, it still has you rippling beneath your skin, a sharp breath leaving your lungs. "Need us tae show yae how ta snog?"

"Snog?" You ask, barely able to make your tone sound confused, or even human for that matter.

"Roll in the hay," Ghost joins him, much slower, paw like hand tracing down the curve of your spine, "mate," His hand dips down to your thigh, sliding up to your hip and not even you are oblivious enough to not see the implication. "have sex," Simon leans in to your ear, breath fanning your flesh. "Fuck."

A nonhuman sound escapes your throat, leaving their bones shaking, but you hardly notice as the promise of having them, of touching them like none of your kin have before, makes your head nod automatically.

"Use your words godling," Simon orders, and the second a 'yes' comes from your mouth Johnny's descending on you like a wolf, your teeth clacking together, tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth all over again, blunt nails scratching down your sides.

You kiss him back despite how uncoordinated you are, trying to retake the breath he's stealing from you, and the moment Johnny pulls back, panting, Simon is there. A firm hand on the back of your neck pulls you to meet Ghost's lips, rough and demanding, already so familiar that deaf and blind you'd be able to tell them apart.

You melt between them, between their lips and their touches, not even noticing how drops of liquid abyss pushes past your pores; fingers turning into claws to help disrobe them, eyes spreading across your body to see both of their reactions as you touch and feel, teeth elongating and filling all the corners of your mouth better mark them, tongue elongating and darkening to push as deep into Soap's tight heat as you can, each twist and turn of your monstrous tongue making Soap whine and pant and moan like a receptive mate, viscous saliva staining his shaking thighs and marking him as yours.

Your mind only returns when you feel Ghost's rough hand on your cock, what should be a normal human mating organ turned ridged and bumpy, squirming like an eel in his hand, your viscous precum leaving his skin tingling. "Fuck, I-" You jump, tongue still lodged deep in Johnny's ass, your voice ringing all around and gently shaking the ground.

"Easy there," Ghost shushes you like a frightened stallion, not even a bit unnerved by your current condition. The booze you'd all drank helps to make their minds more receptive to your existence, the horrific sight of bits of you pushing out of your human skin only tickling their skulls.

"Think he's stretched enough," Ghost strokes you a few more times, before a firm hand on your nape makes you pull your head back, slowly dragging your foot long tongue out despite how desperately Johnny's walls clench down on you— it has you salivating to have your mouth on him again.

"Ghost." You manage out, every bit of you shuddering from the look he gives you, by the way he tugs you closer by your cock until your tip's tickling Johnny's well lubed entrance.

"Fuck, look how desperate you've made him." Ghost's words make your eyes, all your eyes, focus on Johnny; pleasure makes your chest burn hot with how fucked out he looks, panting like he's in heat, drool running down his chin, eyes bleary and unfocused, whole body boneless and splayed out for you.

"Shite," Soap pants, barely able to catch your gaze, spreading his legs even wider for you, his hand roughly pawing at his own cock. "C'mon- fock- just please, let me- need you-"

"Go on godling," Ghost growls, trusting you to follow his orders so he takes his place by Johnny's head, his dick hard and red right in front of Johnny's lips. "Take 'im."

You don't dare refuse, pushing your hips forward, your writhing cock seeking out his hole, easily slipping inside. Immediately pleasure bangs on your skull, on your mind, like a hammer, distant stars cracking from how you groan, sinking inch after inch into him. Your shaft squirms inside, squirming, stretching, feeling every inch of his walls and when you slam inside that tight heat fully Johnny screams.

You stop all at once, the temperature in the room dropping, your nonexistent heart shredding itself at the thought of having hurt them— only to feel Johnny bucking his hips into yours, his arousal sticking to your tongue like honey.

"Aye, he's a slag," Simon laughs, guiding his tip to Soap's mouth and having him immediately latch on, plump lips wrapping tightly around Simon's large shaft and bobbing his head. "Yea can go rougher, he likes the pain."

Wearily, you snap your hips, your strength far surpassing theirs, almost doubling over at how he clenches around you like a vice and moans in such a sacrosanct way. Even with Ghost's cock half-way down his throat, Johnny tries to beg you to move, pretty tears in his eyes awakening something deep and hungry inside you.

Your flesh suit moves on it's own and you're unable to do anything else but follow and feel, burning every sound you tear from Johnny's occupied mouth into your eternal memory, each praise that falls from Ghost's lips as you hammer into the hot willing body beneath you making you edge closer and closer towards release, your claws leaving red bleeding lines where you grip his shaking legs to keep him stable.

You don't even notice when you lean down, the 'crack' of bone Johnny's only warming before the newly formed maw at your torso envelops his leaking cock. The taste of his precum, like sweetened communal wine, floods your senses, your tongue hanging out of your mind as you brainlessly hump into him, barely able to catalogue each little twitch of his legs when you pound him in just the right spot.

You cum incredibly fast, centuries later you'll be embarrassed at how poorly you lasted, but right now all your attention, all your focus, all you are, boils down to them— their scents, their low groans, their moans, the blissful heat of Johnny's walls clenching down on you as you slam your hips into his and cum, flooding his receptive body with your seed.

Johnny cums as quickly as you, shooting his cum into your awaiting mouth and into the darkness between stars where your true body resides, small little gurgles coming from him as he swallows down Simon's own release.

You collapse on top of him, your mind empty for the first time since your birth, carnal pleasure having reduced you to nothing but an animal. There are so many eyes all over your body yet not one of them can look at Ghost without his silhouette doubling in your vision, your body so sensitive that even a brush of his hand across your sweaty skin has you moaning softly.

"That's a good god," Ghost snorts, ruffling your sweaty hair. Then his fingers slide down, carefully avoiding poking the numerous eyes as he grips your chin, making you look at him. "D'yea think you can go again? This one is far from done." He hums, noting how Johnny's hip continues to twitch into yours despite how fucked out he is.

You don't know how much you have in you, but you're about to find out. . .

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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year ago

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hurt comfort with the astarion guy pls I don't don't know anything about the game I've just seen clips of him on youtube and I love him

you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him

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Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread

Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.

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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke.

“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”

He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him.

You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face.

And he flinched.

You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move.

There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business.

There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love.

He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become.

“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion.

“I know.”

“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”

His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately.

Then he heard your words.

“Can I hug you, Astarion?”

He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry.

It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—

Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again.

“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”

He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the thing. You do.”

He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely.

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pretzel-box · 3 months ago

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Hey I’m sorry if this is a dumb request but could you do an octoboy story where it’s their bed/naptime but octoboy is fussy and cranky, so Sebastian is just trying get though the bedtime routine and get octoboy ready for bed, but they keeps doing that things where it hides itself under its tentacles and/or trying to get out of where Sebastian is having them sleep, or other such things like that. I know it’s kinda dumb, but I think it’s cute. You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to.

This is part of an unofficial series. No masterlist yet.

Tags: Platonic, Small Octo-hybrid reader, similar to parenthood, soft Sebastian

Words: 1k

Sebastian let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood over the nest of blankets, pillows, and soft bedding he’d thrown together for the night. It was supposed to be simple—just get you, his fussy little Octopus Hybrid, settled in for bed, maybe read a book, and let you drift off into dreamland. But of course, nothing was ever that easy.

You were currently a wriggling mess of limbs and tentacles, making soft grumbling noises as you tried to burrow deeper under the blankets, tangling yourself up in a knot of silk and cotton. Every time Sebastian reached out to straighten you, you’d let out a little huff and curl tighter, your tentacles snapping up defensively to shield yourself from his touch.

“Come on,” Sebastian muttered under his breath, trying to remain patient despite the growing frustration bubbling up inside him. “It’s bedtime, little one. You’re supposed to be relaxing, not… doing this.”

But instead of listening, you only squirmed more, a few of your tentacles slipping free from the blanket fort you’d created, waving around lazily as if you were trying to make an escape. One of them brushed against Sebastian’s arm, and he narrowed his eyes, quickly grabbing it before you could slip away completely.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he grumbled, tugging the tentacle back toward the pile of blankets. “You’re staying right here.”

You let out a small whine, one of your eyes peeking out from the folds of the blankets, shimmering with tiredness but also defiance. Sebastian could tell you were exhausted—the way your eyelids drooped and your movements grew slower with each passing minute was proof enough. But instead of giving in, you were fighting it with every ounce of energy you had left, determined to avoid bedtime at all costs.

With another frustrated sigh, Sebastian knelt down beside your makeshift nest, placing a firm hand on your squirming form to keep you from slipping out again. “I know you’re cranky, but you need to sleep,” he said, his voice a little softer this time, though still tinged with exhaustion. “You’ve had a long day, and you’re only going to feel worse if you don’t rest.”

For a moment, you stilled beneath his hand, seemingly considering his words. But then, with a sudden burst of energy, you twisted your body and managed to slip free from his grip, scampering out of the pile of blankets and across the floor on your tentacles, heading straight for the door.

Sebastian groaned, running a hand down his face as he watched you make your great escape. “Are you serious right now?” he muttered, quickly pushing himself onto his tail and following after you.

You didn’t get far, though—your tired body betrayed you, and you stumbled halfway across the room, your tentacles tangling together in your sleepy state. Sebastian caught up to you easily, scooping you up into his arms before you could protest. You squirmed a little, a few tentacles flailing in protest, but he held you tight, careful not to let you wriggle free again.

“Nope,” he said firmly, carrying you back toward the nest. “You’re not going anywhere. It’s bedtime.”

You let out a soft, disgruntled noise, burying your face in one of your tentacles as if trying to hide from the world. Sebastian couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little at the sight. You really were like a stubborn child sometimes.

“Look,” he sighed, settling you back down onto the pile of blankets, making sure to tuck you in securely this time. “I get it, you’re overtired. But the more you fight it, the harder it’s going to be.”

You didn’t respond, still curled up in a defensive ball, but at least you weren’t actively trying to escape again. Sebastian took that as a small victory and bend down beside you, gently brushing a stray tentacle out of your face, the wiggle of his tail didn't went unnoticed by you.

“Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s just get you comfortable, alright? No more running around.”

For a few moments, you didn’t move, still huddled under your tentacles. But eventually, you let out a small, resigned sigh and slowly began to uncurl, revealing your tired eyes and soft, pouty expression. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the sight—you looked so pitiful, like a grumpy little octopus who’d been forced to do something it didn’t want to, which was exactly the case.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting the blankets around you to make sure you were snug and comfortable. “Now, stay put this time.”

You blinked up at him, your tentacles twitching slightly as if debating whether or not to cause more trouble. But after a moment, you let out another tired sigh and closed your eyes, your body relaxing into the warmth of the blankets.

Sebastian watched you for a few moments, making sure you were really settling down this time. When you didn’t immediately try to escape again, he let out a small sigh of relief and stood up, stretching out his sore muscles.

“Goodnight, little one,” he said softly, giving you one last glance before turning to leave the room.

But just as he reached the door, he heard a soft rustling behind him, followed by a quiet whimper. He turned back to see you peeking out from under the blankets again, your eyes half-lidded but still looking at him with that same tired, stubborn expression.

Sebastian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What is it now?”

You didn’t say anything, just blinked up at him sleepily, one of your tentacles reaching out toward him in a silent plea. He stared at you for a moment, and then, with a resigned sigh, he walked back over to the nest and bend down beside you again.

“Fine,” he muttered, sitting down next to the pile of blankets. “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep. But you better not pull this stunt again tomorrow.”

You didn’t respond, just curled up a little tighter under the blankets, your tentacle gently brushing against his arm as you finally, finally began to drift off to sleep.

Sebastian watched some more before putting his jacket gently on top of you and the blankets before slithering silently back to his desk where he kept reading. He wasn’t far and he knew you would have sweet dream.

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thehypnone · 4 months ago

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I think I need you to elaborate on this point. Because … I know some things the body is capable of. Give me the rain self-fucking. I’m sorry I’ll see myself out.

Rain has a pretty cock.

Decent girth, proportionate head, slight curve upwards when hard. Most importantly, it’s long.

Long enough for Dewdrop’s most recent fantasy to be doable.

The water ghoul’s thighs burn under Dewdrop’s touch as he’s holding his legs up. Rain is on his back with the other kneeling at the foot of the bed to watch his…struggle.

It’s doable but not that easy.

It would be, if only Dewdrop would allow him to unglamor and play like this with his tentacle, not the human-looking cock he’s currently sporting.

“C’mon, push on it a little more,” the fire ghoul encourages. Rain grunts and tries, Lucifer knows he does, but the head of his dick is so wet from all the pre he’s leaking it keeps slipping away from his equally drippy hole.

“I can’t–can’t, droplet, fuck,” he pants; sensitive and desperate. Dewdrop fingered him open half an hour ago and since then he’s been helplessly pawing at himself, trying to get his own cock into his own ass.

It’s insane.

Dewdrop won’t let it go, though, so Rain doesn’t plan on it either.

“Help me, baby, please,” the water ghoul begs. Dewdrop sighs, shaking his head as he pretends to be annoyed, but he does swat the other’s hands away. Rain’s cock springs back up and he lets out a soft moan as it hits his stomach.

“Hold ‘em up,” Dewdrop instructs as he lets go of Rain’s legs. The water ghoul obeys and spreads himself even wider than Dewdrop had him. He hums in approval and slides down to lay on his stomach with his face right in Rain’s crotch.

The fire ghoul leans even closer to nuzzle his face against Rain’s sack and deliver a few kitten licks to the seam of it, making his mate cry out. “Oh, fuck…”

“So pretty everywhere, angelfish,” he sighs before trailing his tongue further down. He teases the appendage around Rain’s rim, licking up all the slick he’s been drooling out.

Dewdrop grabs the water ghoul’s cock in a hot hand and bends it down to take the head into his mouth. Rain’s entire body tenses up and his jaw aches from how hard he’s clenching his teeth.

“Can’t be–” Dewdrop says between gentle sucks on the tip, “too slippery.”

“Uh-huh,” Rain replies intelligently. The fire ghoul smirks against his cock and pulls away. “Please, baby, gotta–gotta cum…”

“I’m on it, Rainy,” he giggles and shuffles back a little to have more space to work. Rain dares to look down between his legs and all he sees is determination in Dewdrop’s eyes. He's not sure if it excites or scares him more.

The fire ghoul is surprisingly gentle when he pulls Rain’s balls to the side and angles his cock even further down. All the technical touching not focused on pleasuring him in the slightest drives Rain crazy and he knows he’s going to blow the second Dewdrop makes the head of his dick pop inside.

He bites his bottom lip as Dewdrop pets down the length of his shaft and guides it to his hole. Rain is holding his legs spread so wide his muscles burn but it’s all going to be worth it, he supposes. His fire ghoul will soothe all his aches after this.

“Nearly there,” Dewdrop reports. “Gotta help your little hole a little bit.”

Rain chokes on a moan at the words but can’t hold it back when Dewdrop hooks two fingers on his rim and pulls to open him up for his own cock. He presses down with his other hand and the water ghoul’s mind goes blank as the head of his dick slots inside.

He can feel his own hole squeezing his own dick.

Rain begins to babble incoherently and Dewdrop only grins with pride.

“Come on now, fish boy, gimme my treat,” he mutters, running his callused fingers down the stretched skin of Rain’s arched cock. The water ghoul grunts and groans and just a few more touches on his sensitive flesh send him flying over the edge.

Dewdrop holds his cock down, lest it slip out as it shoots. He flops back down onto his front and brings his face to where Rain is cumming into himself; a few drops leak out and the fire ghoul wastes no time, licking it right up.

He thinks he’d like to really lick Rain clean.

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mashiraostail · 6 months ago

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"i got you something" with Astarion please!! maybe fluffy ??

I luv writing fluffy Astarion hes the best

You were poking a stick through the pile of dirt you’d made in front of you, you threw some rocks at it. You started to build it up again, not caring about the dirt under your nails, you lean to sit against a tree to be more comfortable as you dig and drag the twig through the exposed Earth.

“Why the long face?” You hear Astarions voice behind you.

“Who said I have a long face? You can't even see me."

“You’re playing with a stick in the dirt.”

“Fair enough..” You drop the stick and sit up, “I'm just bored.”

“Ah.” He winds his path around the tree and stands beside you.

“We’ll be in the city proper in a few days.” He nudges your shoulder with his leg, “are you…excited?”

“Making small talk?” You look up at him, “are you about to sprout tentacles?”

“I asked a question.” He deadpans, “shoot me.”

“I am excited.” You snort and lean a bit of weight on him, “I’m sure once we get there I won’t be excited anymore. But the thought is nice. Are you excited to see it in the daytime?”

“You know,” Astarion elects to sit beside you, “I think I am.”

“That’s good. It’s good to be excited. I remember when I was younger I would steal these lemon tarts from this sweet shop near the lower city. They were like my favorite thing in the world. The idea of even seeing that place now excites me. It's a good memory, and I don't have many of those." You pick some dirt from under your nail, "honestly it's been a long time since I was in the city." You turn your head to look at him, "it was simpler back then."

"I can imagine." Astarion looks at you too, "no world ending problems to solve."

The way you sigh at that, how deeply your shoulders sag, actually leaves him feeling a bit....guilty? Sad? He's not sure.

"No, the only big decision I had to make was dinner, where to sleep." You turn your face from him and rest the crown of your head on the tree behind you. He can feel your hair tickling his ear. "Sublime uneventfulness."

He swears he can see tears welling up in your eyes. He doesn't say anything, he can tell you wouldn't want him to.

"It must be harder for you." You say it softly, "with how many bad memories you have in the city."

"I feel more comfortable there." He confesses, "it's familiar, no giant monsters or goblins...well not usually. I know my way around there." He shrugs, "it feels..safe almost."

"I know the feeling." You nod, then you stand up.

"Good night Astarion." You look...forlorn. "Thanks for checking on me."

He looks up you, surprise rarely graced his features but it did now. "Of course darling."

"You're much sweeter than you let on you know." You drop a hand into his hair, he feels your thumb drag a short line over his forehead right above his eyebrow. You can feel his forehead scrunch up under your thumb.

"Eh," He shakes his head, "not to most."

"That's what makes you so great." You thumb at the shell of his ear as you pull away, "coming?" You hold your hand out to him, and offer to hoist him up.

"No I....want to sit a while I think."

"Suit yourself." You kneel and press a long kiss to his temple, "Sorry I got all..glum...there's a lot on my mind."

"You don't need to apologize." He looks up at you, "This isn't easy, you're more cheerful than most would be...given our circumstance."

"You're right." You give him a half hearted smile, "thanks Astarion, you always know what to say."

He sputters at that, "you'll make me sick. Stop." He swats your hand away from his face, he's just glad to hear you laugh.

"Right." You sit back on your haunches as your laughter fizzles out, "sorry." He puts a hand on your wrist and you grin at him, "I leave you to it, little star."

He scoffs at that but doesn't push you away, actually he holds onto your wrist until you're too far for him to reach anymore.

"Goodnight darling." He's just barely grinning at you.

"Hey Astarion," You're walking over to his tent, welcoming yourself in, and sitting in rapid succession.

"How can I help you darling?" He was toying around with a dagger, balancing it on the ball of his hand, shredding a small sheet of parchment with its sharp edge.

"I was thinking about today, and I wanted to ask a favor."

"I'm a terrible person to be indebted to." He waves the dagger at you, "you never know what I'll ask for in return."

"I'm not worried about it. I was thinking you could go skulk around the lower city, try to get some information on the Gondians and the steel watch? You're the best at skulking."

"Why, thank you." He puts a mocking hand on his chest, "you're so sweet to me."

"I figured you would like that option better than what I'm doing today." You shove his arm as you chuckle at his theatrics.

"Well what are you doing today? Would I find it so terrible I'd want to be parted from you?"

"Going down to the guildhall, trying to make some friends."

"Oh....Skulking does sound better." He nods, "alright, I'll do that then."

"Perfect," You laugh, "you can head out whenever you like. Thanks in advance, I owe you."

"I'll need that in writing." Astarion stands up, "I'll leave soon and see you back here tonight?"

You nod at him, "try to write some stuff down, get as much information as you can." You also stand, "feel free to take a buddy. Wyll, Jaheria and Karlach are coming with me. The others are up for grabs."

"Oh wow, such a wonderful select." Astarion rolls his eyes, "I'll do well on my own. Thank you."

Truthfully, when he can see everyone else is already back at camp before him he feels a bit sour.

Then he sees you all patching up.

"Astarion!" You seem happy to see him, "I was starting to worry."

"Oh yeah? Well I am worrying, currently."

"Dont worry!" You wave, "you should see the other guy." Your lip cracks and begins to bleed as you say it. "I'm going to go patch up at my tent, then I'll find you? You can tell me what you found out today."

"Alright do you....need help?" He offers, he isn't used to being this way, but the way your face brightens at the offer makes him feel like the adjustment will be worth it.

"No, no don't worry!" You're grinning, 'you must be tired too, rest up and then we can find each other. Alright?"

He watches some blood trickle down your chin, "I hope it's not as bad as it looks." He smudges the small stream of blood with his thumb, "find me later."

Karlach snickers as he walks away and you shove her off the log she was perched on.

You're mostly cleaned off when Astarion appears outside your tent, calling your name.

"Astarion?" You poke your head out, "it's good to see you."

He kisses his teeth and turns his head away from you, "it's hardly been ten hours."

"So? What did you find?" You elect to ignore his comment and move over to make room for him.

"Well..how are you feeling?" He scuffs his boots off the ground, "what even happened? I thought you were going to make friends?"

"We were...ugh...we always run into trouble." You lament, rubbing your forehead, "such a headache."

He sits beside you, "Did you get ambushed?"

"Aways in the most irritating places." You sigh, using a cloth to wipe some of the dirt off your face.

"Did you kill someone?" He sounds affronted, "what happened?"

"Gith."

"You killed someones!" He gasps, "I should have gone with you!"

"I know, I'm sorry." You laugh a bit, "I wish you'd been there."

"Well I.." He seems to trail off, "you had it handled I'm sure..and besides I..."

"You?" Your head tilts at him, "what's the matter? Did you find anything?"

"Yes actually I did and so I was thinking it actually was good I went my own way today." He rummages through his pack, which you only noticed he'd kept on him at this moment.

"I brought you something, from the city. I saw it and I thought of you. I figured it wouldn't hurt."

"You got me a gift?" You perk up, "careful, I might start to think you like me."

"It's certainly more than that." He procures a bundle of something, wrapped in a cheese cloth, "here, open it."

You pull the waxy twine holding the cloth shut and it falls open around his hand, reveling a few small lemon tarts, decorated with red berries.

"I don't think they're from the same shop but..I figured you'd like them either way." He can hardly look at you.

"Astarion..." You reposition to sit on your knees, "how did you remember? I barely talked about this once.." You pick one up, a grin splitting your face in half.

"I don't know I just...saw them in the shop window and remembered." He certainly wouldn't say he spent the better part of the day hunting for them.

"You're so sweet." You take the bundled cloth from his hands and set it down, "thank you for always thinking of me. Now I really do owe you." You clasp your hands around his.

"Oh no.." He kisses his teeth, "this one is..on me...but don't get used to it." He glances at you, "do they look okay?"

"Astarion they are sooo cute and little, they're perfect. Thank you. Honestly thank you, this is like the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"I'm pretty sure I've saved your life before." Astarion raises his eyebrow at you, "but I appreciate the praise."

"This is different than that. This is different than anything. You listened to me, and you remembered, and you went out of your way to do something kind for me. Thank you Astarion, really thank you."

"I'll get a big head." He warns you, but you can tell the attention is embarrassing him. "I...like listening to you any way."

"You're sweet." You let his hand go and break one of the tarts in half, "here, try it with me."

"No, I got them for you-"

"I want to share, honest. It's like giving you one of my favorite memories."

"Only if you insist." He takes the smaller half anyway, "I never ate much around the city after Cazador... I don't remember the last time I had something like this."

"I know you'll like it, they're the best." You promise, "here, cheers me." You hold your half up and he scoffs, but taps your tarts together anyway before trying one with you.

"Oh my god it tastes just like how I remember," You groan, covering your mouth with three fingers as you talk, "this is the best. What do you think?"

He actually finishes chewing before he speaks, with much more tact than you, "that is very good, I can see why you liked them so much back then."

He watches you take a bite of another one, you see him smile, but his eyebrows scrunch up a bit too.

"What?" You ask, around a mouthful of tart, "something on my face-"

"No, no," He waves, "I just...I've never seen you so happy."

"Ever since I started fighting, adventuring and all..." You set the bitten tart down on the cloth, "I realized that sometimes the little things are the best things you can get, and that you should seize every little crumb of happiness because who knows when you'll get another? But this...this was like the best thing ever..I think I could have lived like Gale, in a big tower with everything I've ever wanted, and one of these would still put me over the moon."

"Really?" Astarion moves to sit closer to you, your knees touch.

"Really. Thank you Astarion."

"Don't thank me." He looks at the wall of your tent, "just enjoy them."

"I definitely will." You smile at him, and lean over the gap between the pair of you. The kiss is chaste and fast but the taste of it lingers on Astarion's lips.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Astarion isn't sure why he asks, he's never asked before, "you can have your tarts and we we can fill each other in."

"I'd love to." You grin, "you like me wayyy more than you let on." You finish the abandoned tart and he scoffs.

"I don't know where you get the idea to pretend I don't like you. I've done nothing but sing you praises since we met! I think your wonderful, and you're the first person I've ever done something nice for on purpose and-" His mouth snaps shut, "I don't know what's come over me. I think I'm ill."

You snort at that, "yeah, love sick." You lean over and kiss him again, and it lingers in a way that makes Astarion feel warm, warmer than he ever has since dying.

"It's okay Astarion, I think you're wonderful too."

#bauldrs gate 3 x reader #bauldrs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion ancunin

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idkfitememate · 11 months ago

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I really like jellyfish in fact I have 2 big plushy and 3 small plushy of jellyfish but they got burn down because of a house fire that destroyed 6 houses

Anyways! Freminet here was just floating around the surface and saw this cute little jellyfish head that was stuck in a plastic bag, freminet goes down to help the jellyfish but the jellyfish was scared that it goes down in the deep sea. Freminet was insisting to help the jelly so he goes down with it just to see this small jelly head is around this thin but long ass tentacles that stretches in the bottom of the sea (lion's mane jellyfish or a box jellyfish)

Or wrio just casually just sightseeng the bottom of the ocean and just saw these pretty cute genshin jellyfish just following this box jellyfish or a lion's mane jellyfish

I don't really know but I wanna see more of pretty yet scary animals becuz it would be fun to see peeps scared shztless anyway

I love youuu your creator animals is so entertaining that everytime you post I just stop reading others and go straight to oyu! 🐙 (sad there's no jellyfish emoji)

Wriothesley and Sigewinne Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Jellyfish Reader x Wriothesley & Sigewinne

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 187

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, fear and confusion on the others part tho lol

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : THATS WHERE YOUR WRONG🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼

Anyway-

I know you had a specific Jellyfish in mind but like… Deep Sea Jellyfish- Just a big huge Jelly, fucking ginormous jelly-

I’m so sorry but I’ve been on a big animal ride lately (I love huge things - I MEAN ANIMALS) and deep sea animals are my jam I’m so sorry-

Also also, you flatter me to much!! Thank you for supporting me!!!

There was never meant to be a shadow cast over Fortress of Meropide.

It was unironically in a lighter part of the sea. So there was no reason for-

“Uhm… Wriothesley? You might want to look at this…” Sigewinne said.

The male tiredly walked over to the widow the small melusine stood pressed against, only to drop the tea cup he held and his eyes to go wide.

A giant fucking jellyfish.

That was all he could see outside in the sea. Thousands of long, thin tentacles and a few hundred thicker tentacles. All connected to a bulbous head that gently swayed in the current.

“What the…”

Why now did it show up? He was already preoccupied with the Primordial Sea, now this?? He gently cursed under his breath, flinching when Sigewinne gasped in offense. Though, before she could scold him, a whisper filled the room, mixed with the sounds of a roaring beast, that’s of which’s roar rocked the Fortress.

As the entire building shook, the Warden finally heard what the whispers said.

“Now… is that any… way… to greet… a…. G… U… E… S… T…?”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I’m so sorry I disappeared (and I probably will again after I post this tbh) but I just got a little tired and needed a short break. I’m fine and well just did a mental health break, ya know? I fell asleep in so many of my classes this week…

Anyway, hope you enjoy this! While I’m gone probably gonna work on a few longer things! Only reason this is getting posted is because it was already done and then I disappeared…

Anyway, see you guys later!.. I might make a quick post after this one… no animal tho-

૮꒰ྀི ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ꒱ྀིაづ* ੈ♡‧₊˚꧁•⊹٭𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎!!٭⊹•꧂

#asks <3 #anon <3 #Deep Sea Jellyfish!Creator #I didn’t say this but now I want a jelly plushie…

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kinkyliterotica · 2 years ago

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Venom x Eddie Brock x OC M/M/F Threesome Smut

Summary: Eddie introduces his new romantic interest, Shannon Walker (single mom), to his alien companion and partner Venom. After a glass of wine and a lot of reassurance she decides she’s ready to handle both men. At the same time.

Warnings: Smut, Possessive!Venom, Threesome, Size Kink, Monster Fucking, Slime, Creampie, Tentacles, Rough Sex, Deep Throat, Oral

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(Part 1)

After a long evening of important conversations about single parenting, ‘where their relationship was going’, Shannon was feeling reassured and content. That was until Eddie let it slip that Venom had an interest in being…involved with her.

She adjusted herself on the couch. Her red dress rode up her plump thighs, her hands played with the stem of her wine glass. Eddie sat opposite of her, looking slapdash but handsome. In a wrinkled shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a pair of gray trousers. He looked so human, which made Venom’s head floating between them seem all the more strange, and alien. His white eyes were shiny and reflective. His teeth were cluttered, jagged, and completely intimidating.

Shannon laughed a little nervously and asked, “Wait, how that would even work. You know…the three of us?”

Venom wrapped his sleek tendrils around her back and pulled her closer to Eddie. Her skirt was almost entirely pooled around her hips. Venom spoke softly into her ear. As softly as he could with his deep otherworldly voice.

“I can show you. You’ve never seen the things I can do.”

Shannon’s own softer human voice shook, she asked “Have you ever been with a woman before-a human woman?”

“I’m Dylan’s father too, you know.”

Eddie looked between the two of them, unsure of how Shannon was responding to Venom. They’d never interacted like this before. He had always been the intermediary.

Eddie told Venom, “Alright buddy, ease up a bit.”

Eddie then spoke to Shannon, “I know you’re nervous, and if you want to turn to the door and bolt you can go for it. But before you do, you should know, we really like you. And if you give us a chance I’m sure we can change your mind about the whole alien thing.”

Shannon doesn’t say anything, she takes a small brave breath, picks up Eddie’s hand, and takes him to the bedroom.

Eddie’s apprehension faded quickly.

Eddie asked, “So I guess, uh, a little bit of freakiness turns you on huh?”

Shannon laughed and said, “You don’t know the half of it.” Shannon meant freaky in a very different way than Eddie and Venom did. She had some experience with deep throating and anal, maybe some water sports. This was freaky on a whole other level.

As they entered the bedroom, Venom’s tendrils appeared out of Eddie’s body. The appendages started to slide underneath her clothes, lifting them from her body expertly. Her dress was pulled down, her tights slid down to her ankles, her hair released from its small claw clip. She became alert, she was being touched in so many places by Venom’s cold tendrils it’s overwhelming.

Suddenly she was lifted off of the ground by Eddie while Venom slipped her clothes off of her body entirely. She starts panting, she couldn’t keep up.

Eddie leaned in closely and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you.”

Venom leaned into her other ear, “She’s not afraid Eddie, I can smell her.”

Venom growled and licked a line up her neck and jaw with his strong long tongue. She shivers violently, the sensation so foreign but so tantalizing. She stifled a meek moan. Venom laughed, and the sound rumbled in Eddie’s chest.

“She wants me.”

Eddie chides him, “She wants us, don’t you baby?”

Eddie pulls Shannon closer, burying his face in her neck and littering it with kisses.

Shannon stutters, “Yes, uh, yes. Sorry I’m just...would you two give it a rest for a minute!”

Eddie and Venom stop suddenly, worried they’ve done something wrong. Shannon pushed against them slightly, giving herself room to breathe. They had to work up to that kind of intensity. It was too much.

Shannon shook her choppy hair out of her face and started undressing Eddie. She pulls his pants around his ankles and pushes him down on the bed before ripping his pants off. He pushed himself up on his elbows, a wide smile on his face.

Eddie snickers, “Yeah I like that.”

Shannon smiled, “Shut up.”

Shannon crawled on top of Eddie and started licking and sucking in his earlobe. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of his neck, and now it’s her turn to make him shiver. This was much more comfortable, being in control.

“You two keep acting like I’m some flustered schoolgirl. You’ve got all the tricks and I’m just going to lay here and be amazed huh? Wrong.”

Shannon’s fingers drag down his chest and end up on his boxers. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband and grabs hold of his hard cock. She strokes up and down gently.

She continues, “I got laid more in college than you two have in your entire life. Now lay back and let me show you what I can do.”

Eddie laughed, and replied with a satisfying, “Yes ma’am.”

Shannon heard nothing from Venom. She hoped she’d shut him up, but in reality she knew he was lying in wait, biting his tongue.

Shannon pulled Eddie’s boxers down with his help. She shifted herself lower. She knelt on the floor and put her face an inch above his crotch. She wrapped her hands around his length and started pumping. Eddie moaned with relief. As soon as she got a steady pace she took out her tongue and licked him from ball sac to tip. Eddie nearly bucked off of the bed, and the moan he let out thrilled her even more. He was making him weak, making this strong man, this superhero, moan and writhe beneath her. She could taste the power.

Eddie wrapped his fingers in her hair and gently eased her away from his balls and onto his length. She adjusted her throat to his length, he’s a good size but not uncomfortable. She ran her tongue down his shaft as she wet his dick with her saliva. Her mouth made sharp wet noises that made Eddie’s cock throb.

Eddie looks down at Shannon, “Damn she knows what she’s doing, huh V?”

Venom laughed in a sickening and lingering way that made Shannon’s confidence wane.

“We’ll see my love.”

Shannon feels Eddie’s body adjust around her, the thighs she rested her arms on were suddenly growing, turning black, expanding all around her. The length in her mouth also grew, what used to fit comfortably between her cheeks was now extending into the free space between them. When the top of Venom’s length hits the back of her throat she gagged.

Shannon’s head shot up and glared at Venom, who laid back casually with his arms behind his head, his body eating up the whole length of the bed and then some.

Shannon scowled at Venom's cocky smirk, his teeth glistening. “No fair.” She complained

“You’re so nice to Eddie, what about me? I’ve been waiting as long as he has. Watching you from behind his eyes, feeling your body beneath his hands. Don’t I deserve some…attention?”

Shannon sat back on her haunches and laughed, “Oh, you want attention, is that it? You’re feeling left out?”

Venom hisses, his tongue rattling like a snake.

“Yesssssss.”

Shannon laughed and Venom sat up more quickly than she expected based on his sheer size. Suddenly he was towering over her. Her knees were still on the ground, she felt so incredibly small, so vulnerable.

Venom took his clawed hand and gently and lovingly stroked her cheek with it. The sensation was smooth and unlike skin, but it was comforting. She leaned into his touch and enjoyed the affection. The gap between them was closing, the distance between Eddie and Venom coming together.

Venom asked honestly, “Are you afraid of me?”

Shannon became determined. She shook her head ‘no’ and commanded, “Lie down”.

Venom settles himself and Shannon lowers her mouth onto his length. It’s huge and wet with precum, he is hard and ready for her. She can’t swallow the whole thing but does her best with her hand to substitute.

Venom interjects, “It’s not…too big for you is it?”

Shannon says stubbornly, “Of course not.”

“Good, I’ll enjoy trying to make it fit.”

Shannon stretched her throat to its absolute limit. His size was unimaginably girthy, her lips barely went down ⅓ of his entire length. Her teeth grazed skin but it didn’t seem to bother him. She pumped her head up and down, trying to mimic what she did for Eddie. Her hand worked tirelessly down his shaft.

After only a moment Venom shrunk away and Eddie returned. He picked her head up, her eyes filled with tears from the strain and he kissed her forehead lovingly.

Eddie sighs, “Alright that’s enough, I think we should take a break for a bit.”

Shannon wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. She sat up angrily this time. She had just gotten a rhythm going, and Eddie came out to ‘give her a break’. “I don’t know if you two are trying to drive me crazy, but it’s certainly working!”

Eddie held his hands up incredulously. “What the hell? What did I do?”

Shannon threw her hands down on the bed, “You bastards, you have me suck the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, tease me with the longest tongue I’ve ever seen, and you want to take a break?! I’m losing my mind over here boys!”

Eddie’s expression turned from concern to hunger as Venom took over again. His face grows that terrifying set of teeth and he wets them with his truly impressive tongue.

“You underestimated her Eddie, she loves the monster just like you do. You had better be ready, little human.”

Her whole world turned upside down and she saw a black blur move above her, pinning her down. Her shoulders pressed painfully into the cheap mattress.

Shannon squealed as Venom spread her legs and licked the tip of her clit with his tongue. She couldn’t hold back the pornographic moans as Venom showed her how long his tongue really is.

She fisted the sheets and cried out in pleasure while Eddie admired the view from behind Venom's eyes, God she is beautiful as she writhed around in the sheets.

Venom stopped playing around and fucking her with his tongue more roughly. He had incredibly precise control over the appendage and Shannon could feel him dragging it along her walls. She was soaking, both his tongue and the sheets. Everytime her hips threatened to buck off the bed, a new appendage shot out to hold her down. He was everywhere, all over her. Binding her, trapping her. When she was near total bliss he used his tentacles to play with her nipples. They were so skilled and knew exactly how to twist and pull to make her cry out.

Shannon could barely breathe, “You feel so fucking good.”

“I know, delicious thing, I know. Are you prepared to take something much bigger?”

Shannon tried to think through the lusty fog. She stumbled with her words, “Eddie first.”

Venom didn’t complain as Eddie fronts again.

Eddie leaned down and saw her wrecked and wet body. He kissed every part of Shannon that he could find, “You’re doing so good baby, god, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie grabs his length and strokes it before lining it up with her hole. What Venom did turned him on just as much as her.

“Did V make you wet baby, did you love it?”

Shannon moaned, “Yes, yes, he was amazing, I want you too please.”

Eddie shoved his length into her easily. She’d been properly prepared, and ever since she had her daughter she didn’t need as much preparation as she once did.

Eddie rocked into her and fell into rhythm easily. He grabbed her legs and hiked them over his shoulders when he lost her cunts tight grip.

Eddie shivered when he hit a good spot. The sensation traveling through his entire body. His eyes were shut tight, “Oh fuck you’re so hot. How long have you been waiting for this huh?”

Shannon nearly tore Eddie’s skin digging her nails into his shoulders. She cried out, “So long!”

Eddie and Shannon keep at a good pace, enjoying the feeling of their bodies finally intertwined and skin against skin. There was no music, no ambient sound, just the rocking of the bed and the sound of wet flesh between them. Eddie was strong, not unlike Venom. His pace and stamina was nearly superhuman.

Venom growled, “I need her Eddie, let me out.”

Eddie tried to soothe him, “Give me a minute, V, she’s not-“

Venom crawled through Eddie’s skin and suddenly Shannon is more full than she ever has been. She seizes up around his cock and feels like she’s going to burst.

She hears his chest rattle with another growl but she’d shut her eyes tight, focusing on keeping herself calm as her walls are stretched to capacity.

Shannon kept her eyes shut, unsure if she could handle seeing a dark monster above and inside her. She took a deep breath, “I’m trying Venom, please go slow!”

Venom resisted his urge to plunge into her. It wasn’t fair. She looked so happy taking Eddie, and all he wanted was a chance to make her that happy. To make her that blissful and wanton and slutty just like she’d been for him.

“I forget, you humans are so breakable.”

Venom moved his hips gently, his cock pumping as softly as he could manage, and still every time his hips moved towards Shannon her body seized up in pain. There was a part of him that enjoyed seeing her suffer. That wanted to make her cry and scream for him. But now was not that time.

Eddie was as desperate to have Shannon accept Venom as he was. He gave Venom a suggestion in his mind.

Venom agreed and picked up Shannon’s body and sat her on top of his lap. His legs rested beneath his hind quarters.

Venom took her hand and placed it on her lower stomach. She can feel the outline of his enormous cock on her stomach and she knew that it thrilled him. It felt almost frightening to think about how much she had stretched for him.

She gasped, “I-I can feel it. I can feel you, I–”

“Shh shh shh.”

The sound reassured her instantly. Venom held her close and supported her entire weight with his arms. She was not as small as she was when she was younger, but in his monstrous arms she weighs nothing.

His whisper sounded like a deep rattle, “Ride me.”

Shannon knew that this was an invitation to set the pace, she started out slow and worked her way up until she loosened up. Just enough that the stretching is no longer uncomfortable.

Venom drooled watching her. Her brows drawn together with focus, her hands dug into his shoulders to support herself, her skin sheened with sweat. His slick saliva dripping down his chest and hers, his white eyes watched her every move.

Venom smiled, “Such plump delicious flesh. You would make a tasty snack.”

Shannon felt a shiver of fear go up her spine. He wouldn’t be allowed to have her fear. Instead she spat back at him, “Not until you make me cum you pussy!”

Venom snarled at the challenge and threw Shannon onto her back.

“You’re lucky I like you little one. It will only hurt, a little.”

The time for gentleness was over. He plowed into her, he either ignored or was incited by her screams. He jackhammered his cock into her until her mind almost felt numb with overstimulation. Real tears were streaming down her face, her voice croaked from the effort. Her fingers dug into his arms.

A tendril wrapped around her mouth, silencing her. He leaned his enormous head down. Venom’s voice shook with excitement. His voice boomed, so loud and so wild she feared for her life.

“We’re just getting started little human. So much more of you to DEVOUR!”

Shannon shivered as she came vaginally around his cock, she screamed as she finished. Her walls pulsed around him, encouraging her partner to finish. Venom’s hands grasped her hips painfully against his. His cock was harder than ever, filled to burst. Venom punched the mattress beneath her, shredding it as he pumped her full of cum. It was hot and messy and she swore she could feel it crawling inside of her. Both of their bodies shook violently.

Venom recoils and Eddie is left, still cumming from his own cock as he pulls out of her. “You’re so fucking crazy I love it.”

Shannon felt the soreness settle on suddenly as her orgasm passed. All of that stretching did more damage than she thought and she was suddenly overcome with discomfort that dragged her pleasure down beneath its wave.

Shannon grunted, “Yeah that was pretty fucking crazy huh?”

Eddie gave Shannon space to sit up, he watched her face contort in pain and suddenly he’s concerned. Venom hadn’t been with a woman since Anne, and even then Anne was competitive even with herself. She would have never admitted that Venom could hurt her. Her pride was too great.

They didn’t know her the way they did Anne, their and Shannon’s first time together was impulsive and full of heady chemistry, but who knows how she felt now that the tension had been broken.

Eddie swallowed thickly, “Hey you uh, you doing alright there?”

Shannon winced as she touched her cunt, “Yes and no.”

Eddie sat cautiously next to her, looking at her face for reassurance, “To be honest I’m gettin’ a little concerned here. Was that the best sex you ever had or did we just massively fuck up?”

Shannon laughs abortively, “Best sex I’ve ever had no doubt, I’m just really really sore. I haven’t been stretched out like that since…ever.”

Eddie kissed Shannon, he stroked her face trying to comfort her, “You were such a champ, I can’t tell you how impressed I am.”

Shannon asked, “What about you, Venom?”

Venom’s head whipped around the side of Eddie, he nuzzles her face like a cat and she giggles.

“What about me?”

Shannon asks, “How was it for you?”

Venom laughs, “Would you care for me to show you how I feel?”

Shannon patted his head, “Later, I need to freshen up, and take a Tylenol. Maybe a shot of tequila if I’m being honest.”

Eddie nods, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you need.”

Eddie helped Shannon up, she went to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. She gently lapped the water into her cunt as she tried to cool down the sensitive nerves. She dried off and decided she doesn’t want anything else touching her lower half.

She moved slowly out of the bathroom and saw Eddie and Venom pouring whiskey into glasses. They’re talking to each other but she couldn’t make out any distinct phrases.

Shannon smiled weakly when their face landed on her, “I know you’re feeling ambitious boys but I think I’m tapped out for the night.”

Eddie looked concerned once more, “Here, take a drink, let’s sit down, no more funny business.”

Shannon said, “If this is going to become a regular thing I’m going to need to get some desensitizing gel or something. My cunt is wrecked.”

Venom snarks, “Oh yeah I bet it is.”

Eddie snapped, “Would you shut up genius? You almost broke her in half. Show some respect.”

Venom's tentacles slithered out and picked up Shannon and placed her on the couch. He slid a blanket onto her and placed the whiskey in her hand.

Shannon smiled, “Mmm thank you.”

The three of them decide to watch a movie but the both of them were asleep before it ended.

#monster smut #x reader #oc smut #monster fucker #monster #venom smut #venom symbiote #venom x reader #eddie brock #eddie x venom #rough smut #unprotected sex #tentacles #dom/sub #carnage #we are venom #venom

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aylish91 · 2 years ago

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Just wanted to say i rlly love the way you write leviathan nightmare sans, i keep going back to reread ur writing about him 😍

Thank you so much Anon!!! This really means a lot to me! Sorry it took me so long to respond. I had a blip in the works I finished just for you! It might be a bit rough though, haha.

There's been intrigued Nightmare and supportive Nightmare. But now we have:

A Protective Nightmare!

TW for very brief mentions of someone being trapped/strapped down.

~ ~ ~

The ocean was becoming more restless, waves crashing hard against the sides of the Ship. You could faintly hear their raging through the hanger’s door. It caused your water to slosh in your tank as you lay on the bottom.

Tired.

You stared across the walkway into Cross’s tank, understanding now the reason for several of his scars. You wanted to weep. He had been forced on his back, almost completely paralyzed while they transported the both of you. Straps held him in place so he couldn’t turn over, sockets void but aware.

So terribly aware.

You shouldn’t have gone out so far on your own. You shouldn’t have gotten so close to the lagoon. You definitely shouldn’t have ignored Cross when he eventually found you. You didn’t understand the danger.

He knew better...

Things shifted as the boat tipped dangerously to the side. Soon after, alarms blared from behind reflective glass when a deep and angry vibration cut through the ship and the water of your tank.

You lifted your head as much as you could, hope building within your chest. Cross twitched, faint eyelights reigniting to peer down at the large metal door. You both ignored the shouts that could be heard through the walls.

The vibration came again, stronger and louder until the boat was slammed with a great force. Machinery and tools flew from their spots. You could feel when the vessel lifted, anything not bolted down rolling and tumbling with a crash.

Water spilled from both tanks to follow the carnage. However, you could finally hear the words rising from the thundering snarled vibrations.

“You dare to take what belongs to me!! Dare touch what is mine!” Everything jostled, metal folding under pressure. “For your insolence, you shall all face OBLIVION!!!

You had to cover your ears from all the noise and chaos around you. Metal tore from blackened claws, bent and broke from massive tentacles. The heavy metal door into your prison was ripped away, revealing Nightmare’s constricted eyelight. Rushing water followed.

As movement slowed, you gave a weakened cry of joy at the sight of the boys hastily entering around tightening tentacles. Horror was quick to break both tanks, Killer and Dust releasing Cross to drag him back into open water. Horror carried you out, dodging Nightmare's clawed hand when it rent metal. Your last wakeful moments were of the sinking ship being pulled down into the darkness by a raging leviathan.

~ ~ ~

It was warm and heavy when you woke, a soothing thrum trying to pull you back. If it wasn’t for the subtle shifting around you, you would have. Curling into yourself, you carefully stretched in preparation for waking.

The world around you constricted, quiet words reaching through your haze.

“My Pearl. I had thought I’d lost you. My light… My treasure.”

Your soul leapt for joy, eyes opening to the one you had waited for. The one you had hoped for, voice breaking.

“Nightmare!”

Unfurling from your living cocoon you allowed the guardian to cup you in his hands, clutching you to his chest. For the first time, his stoic face distorted from emotion as he whispered your name. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, as you finally allowed yourself to let go, curling and pressing into his warmth.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, to, and Cross!”

Nightmare held you tighter, safe from all the terrors around you. “Shhhh. All is well. You both are home now. Just, stay with me. I will keep you safe.”

You clung tighter. “Please. Don’t let go.”

He sank down into his own tentacles, barricading you from the outside. “Never… Not again…”

Leviathan Master List Grand Master Post

#ask #my writing #leviathantale #leviathan nightmare sans #leviathan x reader #nightmare sans x reader #x reader #bad sanses #undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale au #You guys are all amazing!!!#Don't worry #more fluff to come soon!#; )

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ljaylmaoo · 3 months ago

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What Are Friends For?

Platonic! Hook x fem!reader

UNEDITED

Request: Can you do a platonic hook x a fem vk reader where she’s apart of Uliana’s crew and she isn’t really close to James as much as the rest and he goes to the reader for help about his relationship or crush he has on someone? (like el and max from stranger things when el goes to max for help about Mike!) and they end up becoming better friends? Thank you!

It doesn’t have to be long I just like the idea of reader and hook being at a sort of awkward stage with each other because they aren’t as close but they don’t exactly hate each other and it ends with them being closer after she helps him with his love life type thing

summary: you and James aren’t as close as you make it seem when it comes to picking on people in school, but what happens when James surprisingly asks for your help with a personal problem for the first time?

genre: fluff, platonic friendship

warnings: bullying, reader insert and steals a line (just to incorporate the reader more) if you don’t like it just simply ignore lol, first bit is the scene when Uliana turns into a flamingo after eating the flamingo feathers, insecure hook, he's kinda uptight in this too lol, that’s it really

a/n: this was really fun to write I love writing platonic friendships, send in requests :)

word count: 2.95k

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“I mean flamingo feathers are like, super rare. Right..?”

Uliana questioned Bridget with an obviously fake expression of interest. You and Morgie were on opposite sides of her, you on her left with Morgie on her right while she held a plate of ‘flamingo feather cupcakes’ above with her tentacles which were out of reach. Hook strutted closer and stood on the other side of you also with a face of mocked interest, turning theatrically slow towards the annoyingly sweet girl and her friends in front of you as you all waited for a reply.

“Hey! Give that back to her!” Ella snapped at Uli, “i’m sorry!” Uliana cut her off as you all glared at the group with a scoff while Hades circled them with an intimidating expression, “I don’t speak peasant girl.” She finished while handing the cupcake in her hand off to someone to the side of Morgie. You and Hook giggled, “I love your outfit by the way it is just so…” she continued before ripping the shoulder of her poorly sewn dress at the seams, “put together.” You all cackled hysterically at the act, Hook and Morgie circling as they did so, “you said “put together” cause it’s not.” Morgie pointed out as you all continued to laugh. “my names Bridget, and I have to bribe people with treats to be my friend because I’m such a loner..” you mocked with a high pitched tone making the rest cackle harder than they were before at your cruel joke, Uliana throwing her head back as Hook and Morgie rested their elbows on each side of your shoulders, her tentacles wrapping around the four of you. One of the new transfer girls wearing all blue, who looked strangely similar to Ella grabbed a tourney stick from a jock behind her and pointed it in you and Uliana’s direction, “hey! The Code of Conduct prohibits theft and bullying!” You and Uliana sighed while resting your hands against your own foreheads leaning on each other in faux ‘woe was me’ manners. Hook instantly tore the stick away from your face with his hook, “easy lass” he began with a playful yet threatening voice before stepping closer to her getting in her face, “I don’t know where you come from but here we don’t fight until after school. Meet me then.” He teased while sizing her up causing the girl to scoff and she pushed him away, “you wouldn’t stand a chance.” He only giggled at her response.

“Listen squid face.” The other new girl who was dressed in red started, pushing the other to the side, Uliana tilted her head, “give the cupcakes back, or I’ll rip that magic tongue out of your throat.” She threatened. “Oh girl” Uliana laughed before plucking the feathers off the cupcakes, “I only wanted the feathers. You can have the rest.” She snarled then dropped the plate of cupcakes on the ground in front of her causing the plate to break and the girl to jump back as you all laughed again. Uliana dangled the feathers above her head ready to pop them into her mouth, “wait!” Bridget interrupted gaining all of your attention, “that’s too many.” You all glanced back at Uli who only rolled her eyes and proceeded to swallow them all whole, you Morgie and Hook snickered as she did so. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Bridget warned. Uliana scoffed, dismissing her warning taking out her hand mirror from her pocket, “I’m sorry, you are just jealous of my fabulosity. Okay?” She stated while looking herself in the mirror. “You can’t handle my-” Uliana suddenly let out a terrified gasp as she coughed up pink feathers from her mouth with a honk. You turned to her in confusion as you let out a concerned giggle. You watched as all the cocky confidence drained from Uli’s face in an instant as she glanced around to the other students that were watching also, letting out another honk, “what was that?” She frantically asked, the only response she got was from herself as she shrieked in horror at her transformation.

“You alright, Uli? You’re looking a little, pink.” Hook let out a nervous laugh, you snickered at his little insensitive comment. “Shut up!” She snapped before continuing to let out more bird like noises while her features turned a bright pink, “what’s happening to me?!” She yelled, everyone watching in silence, some attempting to stiffen laughs from coming out while others watched with concern. She fell to the ground with a squawk causing you to back away from her with your hand over your mouth, the rest of the VKs frozen in shock besides Hades and Mali who stood with an unfazed look. “Will someone help her!” Fay yelled and ran up from behind the group of girls, “yeah, someone should help her..” Hades agreed in a half assed tone earning a warning backhand to the chest from Maleficent who stood beside him. You and Hook spun to look at them and then to each other with panicked eyes, you then looked over to Morgie and waved your hand, motioning him to help her. He quickly obliged and ran up to Uliana, struggling a bit to pull her jacket off as she fought the transformation from forming covering her face as he fell to the ground with her jacket. She slowly uncovered her face, revealing the flamingo beak and feathers that replaced her normal features. You jumped back bewildered with an audible gasp at the sight as she made eye contact with you before she quickly turned to Bridget and Ella with a glare and charged at them, running past you and your friends as she chased them out of the courtyard while letting out screeches.

You along with the rest of the students all followed behind them. Uliana chased them all the way out to the fountain. You, Hook and Maleficent quickly ran to one entrance while Hades and Morgie ran to the other, trapping them. Bridget and Ella ran into you, you and Hook blocking them with your chests, “hey there, darling!” Hook taunted causing Bridget to run off with Uli still chasing her, leaving Ella in front of you two, “I just want to have a little chat with your friend.” He explained and pointed to Bridget smirking, you laughing while blocking her way out. Ella quickly ran and pulled Bridget off the edge of the fountain causing Uliana to fall backwards into the water. You all gasped, watching her struggle and cough up water letting the two girls get away, scurrying off. Uliana looked around feeling humiliated as everyone began to laugh at the scene that had just happened. Uliana got up and you helped her out of the water, “where’s Bridget?” She barked and continued to cough, you shook the water off your hand in disgust, “I will destroy her!” She cried while she began towards the doors, leaving you beside the fountain. “Tell Bridget this isn’t over!” She threatened as she stormed out, you rolled your eyes and turned to leave, the VKs glaring as Maleficent hissed before she and Hook followed you out the same doors you came in through. That was one of the only times you and James would actually have any sort of interaction that would make people think the two of you were close and even then, it wasn’t much. You two in fact were not that close. Sure you shared the same friend group but you two had never had a one on one conversation or really talked to each other much, even when you were with your friend group, so you didn’t even know much about the guy. Besides the fact that you both enjoyed tormenting the students of Merlin Academy. There wasn’t really a reason why you didn’t talk as he nor you had nothing against each other so it was weird. You weren’t even sure if you guys were on a first name basis yet. Your friends had also pointed it out a few times and told you how much the two of you actually had in common and questioned why you hadn’t spoken to him, and your only response was that you “didn’t have a reason to.” At least you didn’t until today.

You were at your locker when you heard someone quickly approaching you from your left, “y/n?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you heard the deep british voice of your pirate familiar call out your name awkwardly. You were almost positive that was the first time you even heard your name come out of his mouth. You peeked around your locker and was greeted with the young pirate leaned up against the lockers facing you with his arms crossed, an upset look plastered over his face as he let out slow heavy breaths, “oh, hey james..?” You replied in a confused yet polite voice, giving him a small smile. “Could you maybe… help me with something?” He asked in a low panicky tone, glancing around in a suspicious manner. You furrowed your eyebrows once more and closed your locker, “uh, yeah sure. What’s up?” He swallowed, “I don’t think I can talk about it here…” he trailed off, you tilted your head. For this to be your first time having an actual conversation with him you found it strange and you were quite skeptical, but the more you thought about it, he was a friend after all. At least you thought so, especially if he was coming to you for help rather than the other VKs. You shrugged, “okay, well then maybe we could talk about it in my dorm or something?” He nodded, “okay, come and meet me here after class.” You explained giving him a smile which he returned before you both went your separate ways.

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After the dismissal bell you were putting your stuff away in your locker when you heard him approach you again silently, you turned and smiled, “hey” “hello..” you shut your locker, “no homework?” You teased as you saw that he was empty handed. “Oh darling, I don’t do homework. And neither do you apparently.” He crossed his arms while he eyed your figure, the only thing in your hand was your personal spell book, “touché” you said simply and began to walk with him down the corridor. “So what did you need my help with exactly?” You asked curiously, finally breaking the silence as you turned down the hallway towards the dormitory, “I mean, it seemed kinda urgent.” He looked up at you from the ground, “what makes you think that?” You scoffed, “well for one you practically ran up to me all panicked and you looked pretty upset.” He tilted his head, “Did I?” You shook your head, “James, I may not know you on a personal level all that well. But it’s quite known that you have trouble with hiding your feelings..” he thought about it and silently shrugged in agreement, “and that leads me to my second point, you never ask for my help, or talk to me for that matter..” you lightly trailed off in realization, “what? That’s not true, we’ve talked before?” He tried, chuckling nervously, you gave him a stern look, slightly raising your eyebrows. He sighed, “okay, you have a point. But I do still consider you a friend.” He stated. You looked up at him, “really?” He nodded, “of course I do, love.” You smiled, “well I consider you one too.”

You made it to your dorm and opened the door letting yourself in as James followed behind, he hummed, “no roommate?” He questioned as he looked around the room. You looked back at him as you threw your book on your desk, “nope” you shrugged, “well I did at one point, but she just eventually stopped coming back, I think I scared her off.” James only laughed and continued looking around. “So, what’s up?” You asked while sitting on your bed facing him as you crossed your legs and rested your head on your hands. He looked over at you and slowly walked up to you, “well there’s this girl-” you cut him off with a loud gasp, “ou, fun! Who is it?” You asked with excitement. He rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t finished.” You giggled and covered your mouth, “sorry.” You whispered, “continue.” He swallowed before continuing, “I just don’t know, I don’t know what girls like or how to ask her out…” he admitted, shame evident in his voice. You shot your head up, straightening your back in surprise, “wait you mean you, James Hook, who is probably the biggest flirt in the school, doesn’t know how to simply ask out a girl?” You asked shocked, he rolled his eyes, “yes I know. But I really do need your help because I really like this girl and I would really like to ask her out to castle coming but it’s like she’s scared of me and I would’ve asked Mali or Uliana but you know how they are, they’ll just poke fun at me for liking a goody good.” He rambled on as he opened up. You shrugged, “wanna spell her?” He shook his head, “no, I don’t want to go the easy route. I want to learn how to ask her out.” You nodded, “okay, well, you’re already an extremely flirtatious person, even without trying and very good looking and charming I’d say, so that’s a start” you began, “obviously” he scoffed causing you to roll your eyes, “yeah..but see, that, would be something I’d work on.” He looked down at you with a puzzled look, “girls don’t like guys who are full of arrogance. Sure we like confidence but not guys who are full of themselves. Girls like guys who will compliment them more than they compliment themselves. Guys who do thoughtful selfless things for them without asking.” You explained, he listened to you intently, “and guys who are, nic..er?” You said falteringly. “Nicer?” You let out a small laugh, “well, you do realize that we have a bit of a reputation of being “mean” right?” You made air quotations with your hands, He scoffed once more, “well yes, of course.” You nodded slowly, “and we, well you especially, have something that people would call a “rbf”?” He sat down on your desk chair in front of you, crossing his arms and slouched back, “yeah? What about it?” You sighed, think of how you should word your thoughts, “I’m just saying that maybe if you were a bit more amicable, she wouldn’t be as timid to talk to you.” He thought about it, your words simmering in his mind. “So, what should I do?” You scooted closer to the edge of the bed towards him, “well if you ask me, I’d say to start with-” “I am asking you.” The smile on your face dropped and you crossed your arms, “okay, start with losing the attitude. And second, and I know it’s easier said than done but just be yourself but you know, without the arrogance and attitude.”

He stared at you with a wary look before standing up, “that’s the problem Y/n. I just don’t know how, when it comes to this girl specifically, my mind goes completely blank.” you stood up and followed him to the middle of the room. “Hm, okay. Have you talked to this girl before?” He nodded, “a few times, yeah.” You nodded slowly, “mkay and what does she know about you already? Have you hinted that you’re interested?” You shook your head and cut him off as he was about to answer, “wait never mind, everyone thinks you have a thing for them..” you mumbled, he gave you a look, “but anyways, what does she know about you? What have you talked about?” He thought about it, “well she doesn’t know that much about me if I’m being honest, but I do know that she enjoys walks, she likes the beach, her favourite colour is purple, and she loves baking.” You nodded, “well she sounds, sweet.” Your voice going up an octave, trying your best to not sound judgmental. You cleared your throat as you saw the warning look he gave you while crossing his arms, “what I mean is that it doesn’t seem like it would be that hard to get her to say yes. You’ve already let her talk about herself so you know what she likes, she seems to be comfortable enough to talk to you about herself despite you know, you being a VK. And you’ve already gotten past the hardest part of becoming sort of friends with her. To be honest you didn’t even really need my help in the first place so I’d say just keep being you, and whenever the time feels right just go for it.” You shrugged, he bit the tip of his hook as he thought hard about it, “okay. I’ll try.” You smiled, “oh, and whenever that time comes, get her flowers. Girls like that.” He scoffed, “well yeah, I’m not an idiot. Sorry.” He quickly apologized. You walked closer to him and rested your hands on his shoulders, “hey, you’ve got this. Don’t stress about it and don’t overthink.” You walked over to your desk and picked up your spell book, “and if it doesn’t work out, we could always spell her.” You suggested, voice mixed with a hint of sarcasm that he picked up on causing him to let out a laugh.

“Thank you, y/n. I appreciate your help.”

You smiled, “of course, I mean that’s what friends are for right?”

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Obedience Brings Blessings: Ascended Astarion x Female Tav x Gale Part 1 of 2

Trigger warnings: Not beta read. Extremely NSFW, bondage, dubcon, tentacles, unhealthy relationship dynamics, being really bad at boundaries and feelings, probably dead dove do not eat

Summary: Astarion, still bitter about Tav being elected to the seat of Grand Duchess decides he’s going to teach her a lesson about what embarrassing him in public gets her…with Special Guest Star Headmaster Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy!

Post-Canon, set after the events of the end of Baldur’s Gate 3.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55683643/

As always, I’m sorry.

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“Sweet Mother of Magic!” Gale drops the drinks he’s holding, Astarion catching them deftly beneath his hands.

“When you said Tav was tied up for the rest of the day, my assumption was that it was not going to be so literal,” Gale says, flushed with arousal at the sight of Tav tied and bound by scarlet red silken cords to the 4-post bed she shares with Astarion.

“My lady wife wouldn’t have to be if she had been a good girl earlier, isn’t that right pet?” Astarion clips, still angry from her very vocal disagreement with him at the Lord’s Council over the matter of refugee settlement.

It’s humiliating enough that Ulder Ravengard passed him up for one of the empty seats on the council of four, choosing Tav over Astarion.

It was intolerable to be made the fool like he was earlier. If her transgressions were committed in public with an audience present, it’s only fair that the favor be returned in kind.

While she had won the battle this day, she was most certainly going to lose the war. Sex was one of the many tools he had at his disposal for reminding her who was master. Gale in particular was a very effective way to deliver his punishment- it was an open secret how he lusted after the Grand Duchess and her gorgeous husband.

For Gale to remain fully complicit, however, he had to be kept ignorant of the truth behind his involvement.

At least, for now.

“I-I don’t think it’s right for me to be here. This…ah, seems to be a private matter between the two of you and it would be remiss of me to participate any further,” the wizard stammers out.

He tries to step forward and leave but is blocked by a single step of Astarion’s, enraptured suddenly by the dark lidded, predatory stare of the vampire lord.

He takes a sip of the wine, observing the wizard’s body language. There were so many things he could name that would add up to the arousal building at the sight of Tav tied up and wanting in the bed.

The easiest to spot, of course, was the tenting beginning to show in his trousers.

Tav watches her husband in anticipation of what his next words are, anxious to hear where he is leading them when she sees his wicked grin over the lip of the glass.

“Now…Gale,” he drawls out, watching the mage shiver at how he takes care to caress the name with his mouth.

“You’re a man of discerning taste. You see, I’ve been having trouble with finding a befitting punishment for her Grace. I thought, perhaps…you would have something in mind?” Astarion directs his pointed gaze at Tav while he speaks, tracing a finger up and down the line of the erection contained by the dark color of Gale’s clothing.

“Fuck, Astarion…” Gale coughs, almost choking on the wine he had been in the middle of drinking.

“Oh, not yet. Not until she’s endured enough suffering to deserve it. There’s got to be something in that brilliant head of yours,” Astarion’s statement is punctuated by his caressing of the tip of Gale’s clothed penis, fully erect and threatening to peek up through the waistband of his trousers. The mage’s eyes roll to the back of his head, shuddering with his touch, hips twitching forward against Astarion’s hand for purchase.

Tav licks her lips and begins to feel her mouth water. She hates how much this turns her on, even more so now that Gale’s involved. She watches closely for two reasons- the first that it makes her burn with arousal and jealousy, seeing Gale succumb to her husband’s familiar seductions.

The second? She could always use another excuse for a tax write-off for the replacement glassware, and what a better way than to have them destroyed at the mage’s undoing?

Astarion’s eyes are still on her when he pulls his hand away and stashes away the wine glasses to rest on an accent table.

“It’s a stretch, but do you remember that spell we found a month after we were cleaning this tomb? The Evard’s modification?” Gale rasps out, now fully recruited by the vampire ascendant’s seduction.

Tav’s eyes go wide with surprise. He wouldn’t.

“Can’t say I do,” Astarion pouts, tugging Gale closer to him with his fingers curled under his waistband. “Would you be so kind as to give us a demonstration?”

“Don’t even think about it, Gale Dekarios! A gentleman such as yourself would never!” Tav calls out in warning to the Wizard at the foot of the bed.

“One can’t…always be a gentleman,” he sighs out in bliss while Astarion resumes palming his erection.

Tav looks on in horror as Gale effortlessly casts the spell.

She cannot free herself fast enough to avoid the milky tentacles that sprout up around her and begin to wrap themselves around her appendages. One tentacle immediately takes to rubbing her swollen clit while it slides along the slippery expanse of her slit.

“Now remember darling- whatever happens, you can’t cum,” Astarion calls out over the squelching noises and strangled moans only a mere few feet away.

Another voice is panting out small noises of pleasure, softer, closer to him. The wizard’s head is tilted towards the ceiling, eyes closed as Astarion allows him to chase his pleasure against his hand.

“Eyes on her, Gale…don’t you want to admire your marvelous spellwork?” Astarion snatches his jaw turning it in the direction of Tav, the wizard’s eyes flying open in surprise at the aggressive show of dominance.

Gale stops breathing for a moment.

Oh hells, what has he done.

Tav’s struggling has earned her the following: two tentacles wrapped around her legs that thrust languidly in and out of her tight holes, another tentacle that has encircled her hip and has its suckers placed over her clit, and two smaller tentacles that wrap around her breasts that wriggle around the pert and erect buds of her nipples. Her eyes flutter open and shut, fighting to muster the willpower to obey Astarion’s command.

This has to be the most depraved thing he’s ever seen… and heard. The sounds that Tav and Astarion used to wake the whole damn camp with are nothing compared to the obscene noises made only a few feet away from him.

She’s panting out hard through her nose, trying to swallow the moans that rip themselves from her dry vocal cords. The conjuration’s greedy limbs are covered in Tav’s sweat and its own viscous slick- the combination making a squelching and squishing noise from the writhing over her skin and plundering of her entrances.

Good thing Astarion has stopped touching him, another well-placed stroke would have very well ruined his trousers. He thinks he’s in the clear from making a mess of himself until he feels the lips of the other man brushing against the hot, flushed curve of his earlobes.

“She is gorgeous like that, isn’t she? You always do nothing short of extraordinary work. Aren’t you the least bit envious of those tentacles? Wouldn’t you rather be the one defiling her instead of your conjuration?” Astarion purrs, gripping Gale’s face tighter. The mage breathes out with a shudder at the increased pressure, wishing that hand was gripped around his cock.

“I wouldn’t dare to consider the possibility, even in my wildest dreams, especially when she had never been mine to speak of. Not when her heart belonged to another,” Gale’s lovesick mourning earns him a disapproving eye roll from Astarion.

“Oh please. You’ve wanted her hands on the wand in your pants ever since the day she pulled your arm out of that bloody portal. Anyone with eyes could see as such. It’s a simple question, darling. Do you want her, yes or no?” The vampire’s terse reply is the push the mage needed to confess his forbidden desires. Gale is about to speak when the voice of Tav rings out above the unearthly noises of his spell.

“It’s a trap, Gale! He’s planning to use you in more ways than one! Cast Hold Monster and get your magical ass back to Waterdeep!” Tav gasps out, her voice cracking from the overstimulation of the tentacle’s thrusting.

“Such impudence from that pretty little mouth,” Astarion tsks in annoyance. “I don’t suppose you have some way to occupy it?”

Gale’s desire to earn Astarion’s approval has intoxicated him beyond rational thought. What if…he wants to be used? He craves- no, needs it, the hunger for the vampire’s praise rivaling that of the Netherese orb he has recently rid himself of.

“It would be my pleasure.”

The wizard makes a motion of his hands, Tav’s noises of protest are silenced by the sudden intrusion of another appendage that forces its way past her lips. She sobs out in muffled cries, eyes rolled to the back of her head as the elongated, slick length slides back and forth in her mouth.

“Well? What’ll it be, Gale Dekarios?”

Gale pauses, considering the vampire’s offer. He had fantasized about similar scenarios before, his hidden desires placated in the moment by the stroking of his hands. There’s no doubt the dynamic between them will drastically change, and that Astarion certainly would use their tryst to compel them in to doing his bidding in the future.

There’s also a warm bloom of hope in his chest at the chance that he’ll be invited back to their bed if his performance is satisfactory- and maybe the possibility of more between them than just the pleasures of the flesh. He’s worn out and exhausted from resisting temptation for so long, surely giving in to it now won’t ultimately be the ruin of him, will it?

Gale is alight with excitement before he replies, his chocolate eyes tracing the paths of the slick, undulating tentacles that slither over, under, and inside of Tav. She’s going to be terribly angry with him for what he’s about to say to the vampire…

…And it’s going to be worth every last bit of enduring her wrath.

“Yes.”

“Hells, took you long enough. Now that’s out of the way, you are to obey the following rules,” Astarion huffs out a laugh and drags Gale by the waistband until they are standing parallel to the edge of the bed.

“One- she is mine. You are not allowed to touch her, put your lips upon her, or do anything else to her person without my explicit permission,” the vampire’s possessive growl that makes up the first of his commands startles Gale. He knew Astarion didn’t like to share, but he was still surprised at the intensity behind the man’s words.

“Two- you must follow my instructions,” the mage tilts his the side as Astarion continues, squinting in consideration. “…to the letter. I require nothing short of total submission from you, wizard.”

“Three- If you stay, understand that this moment is the point of no return. You have no choice other than to comply. Should you leave, we shall forget all about this. No awkwardness, no ill will. Things will remain the same between us. You have my solemn word,” Astarion waves his hand with a flourish towards the door, offering Gale one last chance at walking away.

“Do I have your consent?”

The vampire watches as Gale looks from him, to Tav, to the bedroom door, and then back to him.

Astarion smiles wickedly at the sound of the bedroom door being locked shut by Gale’s Mage Hand.

“Sounds like a recipe for disaster. But you know what? I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in. ”

“Splendid! I knew you’d make the right choice,” Astarion grasps on to the fine silks of Gale’s clothing, leaning forward to claim his lips. He slants his mouth against him, feeling the prickles of his impeccably kept beard against his own smooth skin.

Astarion presses closer to him, hearing Gale moan with relief as he plunges his tongue in the wizard’s pliant, willing mouth. It’s nothing short of vulgar, almost like he was trying to lick the very last drops of blood from the bottom of a champagne flute. He twitches his hips ever so slightly, their aching erections barely rubbing against one another.

He gives Gale a little shove away from him when the wizard returns the swipe of his tongue, their combined saliva tricking at the corner of his mouth.

“Remove your clothing and place it at the foot of the bed,” Astarion intones coldly.

The transition from passionate kiss to frigid instruction is jarring to the wizard. He is about to open his mouth to object when Astarion puts his index finger against his plush, soft lips to shush him.

“Remember…you agreed to follow my instructions…to the letter. Strip. Now. I won’t ask again,” the edge beginning to creep in the vampire’s voice makes Gale’s throat dry- he did agree to being on his very best behavior.

Gale removes his clothing, all of it, as instructed.

A cruel, toothy smile that Gale hasn’t seen since the goblin camp when the priest of Loviatar flogged Tav spreads across Astarion’s face.

The vampire’s lustful eyes leave no surface of his skin unobserved. Gale shudders in anticipation when he sees him swipe his tongue across his upper teeth, eyebrow raised in appreciation for every inch of his figure. It’s a confidence boost for Gale to see Astarion’s reaction, he’s been rather self conscious lately about the softness that has replaced the lean and starved man he once was.

“On your knees.”

Gale willingly sinks down without a single thought. He is reflecting how at peace he feels, focused on Astarion when the vampire grabs him by the face. A manicured, painted thumb presses against his flush lips and Gale parts them for entry. The vampire that looms above him chuckles darkly while he holds down his tongue.

Astarion looks to Tav, meeting his eyes with hers. Oh, she is furious. She’s cursing him with the foulest phrases she knows in between gagging on the tentacle that fucks her throat. How ironic it is that he has such power over her. The Grand Duchess of Baldur’s Gate, the great hero of the city continuing to endure this debauchery at his behest.

He laughs, the bright and beautiful sound floating above her muffled voice.

“See how good he is for me, my love? No smart mouth, no fighting...look at how beautifully he submits to me. Obedience brings blessings- what would you like as your reward, dear mage? Would you like to taste her?” His question earns an enthusiastic nod, but it’s not the response he wanted.

“I want nothing more,” the wizard affirms, having intended that to be his reply.

Astarion knows he’s holding back. He clears his throat, prompting the wizard to speak up while he looks down at him expectantly.

“Use your words. Tell me what you desire, don’t spare any of the details,” Astarion’s eyes twinkle with malicious intent. Yes, it’s obvious he’s trying to humiliate the wizard, but he’s also assessing the extent of his depravity…which he suspects runs deeper than even Gale himself knows.

“To answer your inquiry- my desire is to be with you, both of you, in any sense of the definition you find acceptable and agreeable. There is no act too depraved for me if it brings you both pleasure, it matters not if I can be by your side.”

Gale bows his head then, taking in a shaky breath to keep the tears that sting his eyes at bay.

“May you both forgive me, but I…I’ve had feelings for you both, for quite awhile. I’m terrified of them and what it could possibly mean. I'm only beginning to forget the pain that I bore for so long in the wake of my complicated relations with Mystra. In fact, that’s the first time in months I’ve mentioned her name outside of an academy lecture. I fear the pain in my chest I suffered at the hands of the orb has been replaced by a bittersweet ache that is only relieved in your company,” he pauses for a moment to think after his confession. Astarion is clearly offering something to him he’s long desired. The wizard would do well to be as specific as possible.

“At present, I do find myself quite curious on the subject of if Tav could endure a little more pleasure from the ministrations of my talented tongue,” The end of Gales’s monologue is punctuated by Tav’s muffled groaning.

If he listens closely, he might be able to make out a ‘Gale, no, please’ despite her currently occupied mouth.

“I suspected as much, and I may permit you the indulgences you seek. But first, we'll need to see if that ‘talented tongue’ of yours is worth pleasuring her with,” Astarion takes two fingers and runs them along the overstimulated sex of Tav, coating them in a mixture of tentacle slime and the clear slick of her juices.

“Open up,” Astarion instructs, shoving the slick digits in to Gale’s inviting mouth.

Gale emits a noise of surprise from the flavor. It’s unexpected but not unwelcome- a delicious combination of something tangy, salty, and a little sweet. Gale wraps his tongue around Astarion’s fingers, eagerly lapping with his tongue and sucking until he has consumed every last drop.

He whimpers in disappointment when Astarion withdraws his fingers, looking on in confusion when the other man begins unlacing his trousers.

“Oh, my sweet wizard,” Astarion chuckles, “That wasn’t the trial itself- it was only to see if you were worthy of the opportunity. If your mouth is as good to my cock and I find it satisfactory, you’ll have your reward as promised,” he says reassuringly, amused by the wizard’s adorable response to his teasing.

Taking his erection in hand, Astarion can see that he is already salivating for a taste. He languidly strokes himself, watching Gale’s eyes trace the length of him with his movements.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he instructs as he peers down, admiring the pretty flush that blooms on the other man’s cheeks. Gale is so, so beautiful like this, flushed and hanging on to his every command. Astarion hums, drunk on power, musing it’s almost as if he was made to serve him.

Holding himself out in front of Gale’s face, he watches on as the human leans forward to take a timid lick at where the head meets the shaft. Astarion’s cock twitches in response, and Gale replies with another lick on the underside with the flat of his tongue from base to tip. He stops just underneath the head, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot and flicks his tongue across it.

Astarion throws his head back and gasps in delight, his hips stuttering against the slow circles of the wizard’s ministrations.

“Hells, Gale…stop your wretched teasing and take me in your mouth.”

The corners of Gale’s mouth quirk upwards while he looks up at him innocently, mouth open, tongue pressed up at the base of his tip. Astarion gasps softly when his lips close around him, beginning a pattern of moving slightly down the shaft, tracing the underside with the tip of his tongue, and swirling around the head.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy,” the vampire purrs, moving his hips in time with the rhythm Gale sets.

His nimble fingers release the fine clasps and buttons of his jacket and waistcoat, exposing the lean, sculpted muscles underneath. He’s glad he chose not to bother with a shirt that day, the current trappings of his embroidered and jeweled silks suddenly too warm with Gale taking him in so well.

Gale begins moving deeper, increasing the pace, hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly as he bobs his head back and forth. Astarion groans in bliss, his hands gently raking through the hair of the man working his length with a lewd slurp. They wander to cradle the sides of Gale’s face, looking down at the mage’s glassy brown eyes that stare up at him in adoration.

“Tav, my love, it would be…unfair to keep him all to myself,” Astarion barely breathes out, never breaking eye contact with Gale.

Tav sobs out in frustration around the flesh of the conjuration in reply, now having been pushed well beyond her breaking point. The fight in her has been completely drained by the strain of resisting her peak the tentacles threatened her with over and over again. She’d give anything to feel the immense relief of her release at this point.

If Gale licking her to completion is what it’s going to take, she’s more than willing to participate.

Astarion cards his hands again through Gale’s windswept, sweaty locks before he grabs and pulls. The sensation elicits a low moan from Gale that vibrates deliciously around him. He greedily considers how good it would feel to have him moaning wantonly around him, absolutely certain that he can wrest more from the wizard.

Extending his leg forward, the vampire puts the bottom of his shoe to rest against Gale’s painfully hard length. He swipes at it with the flat of his leather soles, gasping out in delight from the deeper, louder vibrations that make up Gale keening around his cock. The sensation is incredible, he needs more, deeper…

“Relax your throat, darling. Prepare yourself- I’m not going to be gentle,” Astarion croons softly to Gale, stroking the back of his other hand against his cheek.

Taking a fistful of hair in his grasp again, he begins thrusting his hips with force, watching as Gale closes his watering eyes in concentration. Oh no, that won’t do at all.

“Eyes on me, yes, that’s good…oh Gale, oh hells you’re so, so good for me,” Astarion rasps out, brutally pounding the wizard’s quivering mouth that dribbles with spit, looking down at his pleading, watery eyes.

Gale loses focus at hearing Tav’s sobbing over his spell that had continued to ravage her. He momentarily forgets he has Astarion’s rock hard length between his lips and involuntarily gags. The vampire cries out in ecstasy with the muscular contractions of the wizard’s throat that threatens to eject him, continuing the unrelenting pace he had set.

He notices the rutting he had felt against the bottom of his shoe stills as Gale obediently struggles to keep from heaving the contents of his stomach from the assault he endures. He’s trying so very hard to be such a good boy, continuing to take Astarion in despite the protesting of his body.

Gale’s submission alone could have made him spill his warm seed down the wizard’s throat, but he has a better idea.

He pulls out of his abused mouth with a sickening pop, wrenching free the hand that had been pulling on his hair. Astarion gives the wizard a moment to cough, catch his breath, and quell his roiling nausea before issuing his next command.

“Dispel the tentacles.”

Gale does as he is told, barely able to rasp out the incantation while he tries to steady his breathing. Tav takes a deep gasping breath herself, followed by a sputtering cough.

Leaving the wizard where he is, Astarion strides over to the other side of the bed, removing the rest of his finery as he reaches the opposite post where Tav is restrained.

She’s a mess. A beautiful one, but still a mess. Her skin glistens with sweat and tentacle slick, breasts bobbing and jiggling with the heaving of her chest, tears leaking out the sides of her lovely, flushed face. Her expression is tensed with eyes squeezed shut, softening as he leans over and gently kisses her forehead.

“Tav, darling, you didn’t cum with all that excitement did you?” He runs his fingers through hair damp with sweat, moving any errant strands that had plastered themselves to her forehead away from her face.

Tav whispers out a barely audible no, her head shaking as she speaks.

“Marvelous. You did splendidly following my directions, my sweet,” he kisses her gently on her bruised lips as a reward, breaking the tender kiss to untie the restraint closest to him that holds her to the bed.

Her muscles relax for a moment in anticipation that she’s finally free, tensing again when he scoops her up and sits her on the edge of the bed facing Gale. She furrows her brow in suspicion when he secures her to the other post with a sideways glance.

Before Tav has the time to think of the question she wants to ask, he is sitting on the edge of the bed beneath her, holding her by the waist, her slick entrance lined up with his tip.

“Only a little bit more, treasure,” he murmurs, pressing tender kisses against her shoulder blade to relax her. He sinks her down slowly with a huff, relishing the perfect arch of her back against his chest as he penetrates deeper into her throbbing warmth. Hooking his legs underneath hers, he pries her knees apart carefully, feeling her sink only a bit further down with the change in the angle.

He points and snaps his fingers, a direction for Gale to move in between them. The mage settles in between her legs, fixated on where Astarion fills her slick, heated center.

“Do you want this, Tav?” His question is gentle, speaking to her as if she was a frightened stray cat he was coaxing with a bit of food. She feels the warm, reassuring hands of the wizard rest on top of her thigh.

The lusty, dewy brown eyes that look up to her hide a tempest of emotions. There’s mostly desire, but also sadness, longing- and something else that Tav knows has remained unspoken since the day they met.

Being honest with herself, she has her own storm of mixed feelings she is finally able to recognize now that her every thought isn’t commanding her body not to climax. While she brushes off her arousal as an unavoidable side effect of the events that have played out, she finds she’s actually fairly angry with the two men.

Astarion’s brand of bullshit she was used to. While she’s unhappy about his corruption of Gale in whatever game he’s playing at, she knows she can usually work with him by patiently enduring things like this or giving him space until he’s ready to talk.

But Gale? He says all the right things and might even believe them, but when he gets pushed by that stupid, sexy vampire he goes willingly without a fight.

Gale isn’t fooling her with this shy and sweet act, staring up at her like a sad puppy dog. How dare he ask for her consent now, well after his magic violated her, working her up into a shaking, wanton, furious mess?

Astarion and Gale are to entirely to blame for the state she’s in, and they’re going to fix it.

“Listen to me, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, and listen well. If neither of you doesn’t finish what you’ve started, you’ll wish I was still bound by these ropes,” Tav bites out, her fury aimed to pierce like an arrow through the wizard’s bleeding heart.

“Can you believe what I have to deal with? It seems you have your answer, Gale,” Astarion laughs out in amusement. He licks a stripe up the salty skin of her neck and flicks his hips upwards, a lewd cry escaping her.

“Shh, little love. Let him take care of you,” Astarion gives a nod to Gale, granting him permission. The wizard hesitates for a moment when he hears Tav whimpering above him, feeling the warm puff of his exhale against her sensitive sex.

If she’s already this worked up, Gale’s going to have to go slow and be gentle so she can really enjoy all he has to offer. He wipes a broad stripe up with his tongue to tease her with the lightest amount of pressure, catching the base of Astarion’s length that slowly rocks inside of her.

He smiles to himself when he hears both of them cry out for him. Experiencing the real thing is so much better than the major illusion of this exact same situation he had cast months ago.

He cycles through a series of different types of licking patterns to figure out what Tav likes, settling at a rhythm that involves broad, sloppy circles around her folds, across Astarion, and then suckling at her engorged clit white he teases it with the softest swipes of his tongue.

He looks up at them again.

Tav’s breasts are bouncing in circles as Astarion fucks up into her. Her head bends back to rest against his shoulder as the vampire cuts a shallow laceration with his teeth on her neck. They both groan sinfully when he fastens his mouth to her, sucking a bruise that begins to bloom on her skin.

“Isn’t he gorgeous like this, darling? Worshipping us with his tongue? Needy and wanting? He’s devouring you- almost like it’s not enough,” Astarion murmurs, breathless against the next set of purple marks he makes.

“You want more, don’t you, Gale? If only you could feel this delightful cunt of hers clamping down around my cock,” Astarion gasps out, his voice strained as he increases the pace of his thrusting.

Gale coughs while his mouth is fastened over Tav’s clit, choking from the filthiness of Astarion’s words.

“To say that I haven't imagined it would be a lie,” he rumbles in between lapping at her folds and the underside of Astarion’s penis. The added sensation with his speech makes her arch her back and whine against the vampire.

Speaking of Astarion- to Gale’s ears, he sounds like he might be closer to climax than Tav is. The indecent moans and gasps of the vampire and his consort is the sweetest music he’s ever heard. Gale focuses his attention on him, sucking and flicking the base of the length drenched in Tav’s slick.

That’s all it takes for Astarion to climax with a shout, the noise muffled by the curtain of Tav’s sweaty hair that he has his face pressed against.

Astarion’s chest heaves while he rides out the aftershocks of the orgasm that shook him, kissing up and down Tav’s temples, her neck, and her shoulders like a man possessed. The wizard wastes no time lapping up the salty, tangy, slightly sweet fluids that begin to leak out of Tav’s throbbing sex.

Watching them with his face coated in their slick, the wizard is enthralled at the sight of how thoroughly she is ravished. He finds it interesting that Tav hasn’t climaxed yet, but Astarion has- if he was in her place (and he wishes he was) he probably wouldn’t been able to stop from cumming.

Gale quirks up an inquisitive eyebrow when she continues to try and ride the front of his face, and teases her in return with an agonizingly slow swipe of his tongue.

“Insatiable, isn’t she? What do you say, my little love? Do you want to feel him inside you?” Astarion’s question goads the wizard on to resume his feast on her folds, but it sends the alarm bells ringing again inside Tav’s head.

She silences them. She knows this is a trick question meant to trap her. Honestly, she doesn’t care who it is- she just needs someone to fill her and give her the release she desperately craves.

“Don’t make me beg, please Astarion,” she whimpers, thrusting her hips greedily at Gale’s mouth.

“You already are, my love…,” he murmurs against the shell of her ears, nipping at the cartilage while he withdraws from her.

Gale is just barely able to stand up on his shaky, tingling legs.

The vampire looks up at him with a dangerous, half-lidded gaze, issuing an unspoken invitation as he wraps his arms around her, thighs held open wide with his own and drenched with the evidence of their coupling.

“You may take your pleasure from her, but you are forbidden from emptying yourself in her- that is for me alone.”

He is hyper-aware of how Astarion watches him like prey, following the bob of his adam’s apple as he gulps nervously. Gale thinks he might spill on to the carpet at that moment with the other man’s demands.

Taking his aching, drooling cock in hand he steadies himself above them, pressing against Tav’s slippery entrance. Gale’s breath hitches as he presses the head of his length in slowly, her hot, throbbing core pulling him deeper until he meets resistance.

He is about to ask if Tav’s okay and if she really wants this when Astarion surges forward to kiss him, grabbing his throat to hold him in place while he hungrily claims his lips.

The hand around his throat releases him, Astarion breaking the kiss when he begins to pump his hips cautiously back and forth.

“I think she can take more than that, can’t you, pet?”

She nods in wordless agreement. He’s bigger than she’s used to, the foreign stretch of him inside her giving way to a fullness that she finds she needs more of, harder, and faster. She ruts against him desperately to encourage him to pick up his pace and pull him deeper inside her.

“Gods, Gale…don’t you dare hold back, not now, not after all this,” she cries out, struggling weakly against the vampires’s chest. Gale casts mage hand again, this time to work the swollen bud in between Tav’s legs in circles.

Gale works up to a frantic pace, and the next thing he knows his hands are on her knees, spreading them apart. Her tense muscles relax and give way, rubbing against and past the euphoric smoothness of what he can only assume is her cervix. She very nearly screams when he does so, begging him not to stop.

He thrusts with all the heartbreak, all the bittersweet missed moments where he could have told her but every time he tried he couldn’t speak. Her thighs shake underneath his hands and she clenches tighter around him as he continues to batter the spot deep within her.

Gale is lost, unsure of where he ends and she begins.

He is starting to fall over the edge when he finds the strength to speak his unrequited truth to her, a feeling that’s tortured him ever since he laid eyes on her.

“Tav, I love you- I love you so, so much...”

Astarion’s eyes flash red for a moment, an animalistic, possessive growl rumbling at the back of his throat.

“Mine.”

He shoves Gale away from her.

Astarion watches with a sneer as the wizard spills his ruined orgasm over his abdomen. Gale covers his red-hot face in shame with his forearm, poorly disguising the tears that stream from his eyes. He lays back on the imported rug that broke his fall, gasping for air, throat dry and breathless.

Their attention falls on Tav, who had come so close again, only to be denied her release once more.

“Astarion, Gale…I don’t care how you work it out between the two of you, just…please, I need more, damn you…” Tav begins to weep, her anger giving way to desperate sobs. Astarion strokes her hair, kissing her tears away, caressing the side of her face.

“My sweet, were you still following my instructions? Were you not able to finish because of what I said earlier?”

“I held back for you, because I thought that’s what you wanted…you hadn’t given me permission…” Tav curls up in Astarion’s arms, burying her tear streaked face in his chest.

Astarion sighs contentedly at her confession. It’s truly a decadent feeling to ruin a Grand Duchess and a former Archmage at the same time, training and breaking them so they are willing and eager to please him. With these two wrapped around his finger, he could easily become the most powerful person on the continent of Faerun. No bloody titles needed.

Holding her to him firmly, he presses a kiss to the sweaty locks of his most precious thing.

“Shh now, little love. Let’s get you out of these restraints, I think we’ve had enough of these for one day…”

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