#it's either that or get strangled by a tentacle

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭

pair — octopus siren!reader x pirate!aventurine

wc — ~600

contains — dom top reader, sub bottom char, written with fem reader in mind but it can be seen as gn, porn with plot i guess?, dubcon bordering on noncon, tentacle fucking (duh), choking (only in the start tho), mindbreak, belly bulge, pregnancy mention, violence mention (at the end only)

ah .. i cant believe my first posted fic is avenchan .. x_x even tho my entire theme is argenti .. a little scared of posting my work www ;; either way , i think i busted when i saw this art sob sob . cogs in my brain making out a whole hentai plot .. i wrote this with my dick and not my brain . gomenne avenchan ! youre in the hands of a degenerate ! >_<

he really was the greedy type — despite being covered head to toe in stolen goods, aventurine really just can’t help but steal more, more, and more. those riches were the source of his infamy—and of course, his ego. he was a respected captain, feared, even.

of course, it didn't stop at stealing. the man gambled — be it his life or wealth. and he never lost, not once. lady luck really was always on the captain’s side, huh?

not today.

not when he decided to steal from a siren of all things.

“mnngh—!!” aventurine let out a muffled moan, eyes rolling back. his mouth was restricted with a tentacle — another was snaking around his neck, occasionally squeezing on it. the captain’s legs were pressed up against his chest, of course, restrained. he can’t even remember how many times he’s came.

aventurine, one of the most respected pirates out there, folded like a lawnchair and being fucked like a common whore by a siren.

what a sight.

“ah, are you gonna pass out, captain?” you ask, tone laced with fake pity, tapping on the side of his head a few times, “don’t tap out on me, captain. you said you wanted it, no?”

she wasn’t wrong, either. aventurine was the one who offered himself when he was caught. maybe even steal something once it was over — he wasn’t expecting to be the one on the receiving end, though..

as the tentacle on his mouth and neck finally loosened, the blonde let out a sharp gasp of air afterward — finally. though he went back to those pretty moans as soon as she continued to thrust the one in his hole deeper — loud, lewd squelching noises filling the siren’s cavern.

“you’re so tight. i can feel you squeezing me…” she rubbed on his stomach, a visible bulge on it. the second aventurine’s head drops down to see it, his eyes go wide — very obviously horrified. he didn’t even know he could take that much!

“mnn… look at that, captain,” she started, very much referring to the bump on his abdomen. “it’s so deep in you, huh? ah, i wish i could get you pregnant.”

the captain shook his head rapidly — “ah–! nnh.. no– nonono…” he sobbed.

“don’t worry, captain. not like i can anyway.” you teased, still relentlessly thrusting into him. you pressed a kiss on his cheek, wiping his tears away. he would be kicking you off, trying to get you the fuck off if him if it weren’t for your tentacles restraining all of his limbs. poor thing, how helpless he looked.

he let out a strangled moan, feeling her somehow thrust even deeper. his back arching into such a pretty crescent, tongue starting to loll out with how hard you were going.

dear god, he really did feel like he was going to get pregnant.

his moans were getting louder and louder. not to mention more erotic. you were sure a passerby fisherman would hear him.

“ah, ah, ah, more ♡”

“you want more, captain?” you asked. it was a genuine question, though. the aventurine, completely submitting with a few hard thrusts? the one oh so feared and infamous — you’ve even heard some other sirens talk about him.. and this is how he’s really like? a common slut?

“nngh– yes ♡” he nods, you swore you saw hearts in those gorgeous eyes looking back at you. the ones that looked in disgust and anger at first. “ahn, ah–♡ i wan’ you ♡”

you really did fuck him till he was braindead, huh.

maybe you were glad he didn’t come with a crewmate. you would’ve missed an opportunity and killed this pretty little gem.

hsr masterlist ♥︎

[mncxbe]

*clears throat* ahm..sooo...prompt 14 (nsfw) with Lovecraft? Would that be okay?

it would be super okay nonnie🥰 i've been waiting for this one. hope the other ones who requested this like it too

14– inappropriate use of tentacles (targeted af don't judge<3)

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑��𝒘: prey kink if you squint, unestablished relationship

Despite what others might say, Lovecraft was a fascinating man. Everything about him was appealing to you: his gaunt appearance with that long, black hair, his unapproachable, almost alienated attitude and even his uncanny ability to create tentacles out of every part of his body. You knew he wasn't human– that much was obvious, but that never stopped you from pursuing him.

And apparently that didn't stop him from taking a liking to you either. With your sweet personality and kind gestures, you soon became his favourite human. So naturally, when you came up to him with those big doe eyes and asked him to use his tentacles on you he couldn't deny your request.

"Is this to your liking, Y/N?" asked the raven haired man in his level voice as his tentacles snaked along your naked body, wrapping around your limbs and waist to keep you in place.

You nodded shyly, averting your eyes from your colleague. "It's alright, you can keep going."

You could feel one of the slimy appendages slither up your thigh, pushing past the tight ring of your pussy and you sucked in a breath. This was certainly something new. The tentacles reached farther than your fingers, heck even your toys, pressing snuggly against your g-spot "Oh God it's... fuck—" you squirmed, instinctively closing your legs together. The sudden movement caused the tentacles to tighten the grip around your body, making you huff out a whine. "H-howard can you please loosen them a bit"

"I'm afraid I can't, Y/N. They sort of have a mind of its own, but you should be okay if you stay still, so don't worry"

His words made you realize your predicament– you were utterly helpless in the grasp of Lovecraft's tentacles, a power beyond his control that could easily take your life if they wanted to. Fuck, you should be terrified, so why were you getting even more riled up?

Your slick covered the tentacle that pumped in and out of your cunt and you could feel your cheeks burn when you heard the sounds your pussy made. You glanced at the man before you, looking for some sort of indication of how he felt about the whole thing but his expression was impassive as always as he took in your figure.

Little did you know that this sinful display stirred a primal need within him, an urge he hadn't felt in a long while. His eyes were glued to your cunt– the way it stretched to take the tentacle in was delicious and god how pretty you looked with his appendages wrapped around your body.

With a languid movement he reached a hand out towards you, his slender digits finding your puffy clit. "I believe this shouldn't be neglected, right?" he mused, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves and you nodded frantically, a dumb smile etched onto your features. "I see you did your research"

"I may not be human, but I know how to please a woman. A treasure like you shouldn't be left unsatisfied"

A strangled moan spilled from your lips upon hearing his words and you felt your walls flutter around the tentacle. With his skillful fingers aiding the appeandages it didn't take long for you to cum.

As you came down from your high, the tentacles released your body. Lovecraft's eyes mused on the fresh marks on your plump skin left by the suction cups and smiled. A genuine smile that made you shiver in pleasure. He lowered himself between your legs, his calloused hands squeezing your thighs as he pushed your legs open again.

"I believe this belongs to me now, Y/N, so be good and lay back while I have a taste."

[merakiui]

Your Yan Idia and his magical onahole is so amazing its so gooddd!!! But what if the magical onahole but with Azul and the tweels???

Zuzu using it as a comfort toy and fucking its precious hole with his rather big but tentacle-like octopus cock. Trying to sit still when mysterious phantom suckers are sucking on their puffy slit. trying not to cum when long slender fingers work your hole open, rubbing up and down so gently

OR OR!! Tweels know that its connected to their darling and fuck the onahole's holes so roughly. They do it when the reader is asleep and jolting them awake once two large mercocks were shoved into their pretty tight holes, in class when they're in a middle of a lesson or in random places.

Azul definitely uses it as a comfort toy, but he also uses it for practice! He does everything to the onahole that he wishes to do to you. He fucks into it in his octo-mer form just to work on being more confident in that form so that when (and if) he does get to fuck you with his tentacles he won't feel so insecure. He also wants to be perfectly skilled when he eats you out or scissors you open; he dreads looking so foolishly inexperienced when he actually gets to sleep with you, so he'll practice quite often. And of course he always, always cums lots inside. <3 he could go many rounds if he's particularly pent-up (he hate-fucks the onahole a lot because he's a jealous tako), so if he chooses to use it on a day or night when you're with friends... good luck. :)

Slimy eels... >:( they know exactly what they're doing when they fit both of their cocks inside just to see how much of them you can take at once. They definitely fight over the onahole sometimes, wrestling each other for first use with mean scowls and snapping jaws. Floyd doesn't want to fuck Jade's cum back inside you. He wants his chance to fill you up first, not settle for sloppy seconds!! And Jade doesn't want to share at this moment because he found a particularly phallic-shaped mushroom and wants to see how well you'll take it (which is an immediate no-go for Floyd; he is not fucking an onahole that's been fucked with a mushroom). Sometimes Jade just wants to drag things out and tease you so slowly, but Floyd is impatient and he wants to be inside you the minute he's freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. And there's only one onahole, so they're forced to either compromise and share or fight over it like starved eels.

The twins work together very well when they aren't actively strangling the other near death for use of the onahole. When they're functioning on the same horny brain cell, they actually plan some very devious schemes. Jade likes to talk with you, whether over tea or in the botanical gardens or even during a walk through campus, while Floyd's off with the onahole, slamming it onto his cock just so Jade can watch the breath get knocked out of your little lungs. He loves to see you squirm and if you let him (you will; peer pressure is so fun and Jade does it best) he'll have you bent over so he can see how your hole gapes and clenches around an invisible force (Floyd's dick). He'll force his way inside and the two of them fuck you sore and dumb.

Jade likes to use the onahole when you're spending time with a friend or if you're on a date. He may not seem it, but he has a nasty jealous streak. He's only willing to share you with Floyd, so the fact that his dearest darling would even think to spend time with others when he and Floyd are the best fits for you... You really like to hurt his poor heart. :( it's only fair he absolutely ruins your chances with anyone else, teasing you all throughout your date before finally, finally bottoming out just when you think anything special might happen on your date. After all, why settle for someone who is better off becoming fish food? Obviously Jade and Floyd are the ones meant for you; the way you squeeze Jade's dick so tightly indicates that you agree, even if not yet verbally.

[turtlecleric]

For the ask prompt, may I ask for #6 "You love me?" With Rise Raph pretty please? ❤️

Of course, nonnie! Here, have some angst/hurt/comfort <3

CWs: PTSD/flashback/panic attack

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He can’t move. Not an inch. If he moves, then his family will get hurt.

Again.

“Raph?”

The fear is a living, writhing thing. Coiling in his stomach. Weaving between his ribs. Twisting up and out and around his throat, holding him in place like so many disgusting, fleshy tentacles

“Raph, breathe. Focus on me, okay? Breathe.”

He’s afraid to blink. Right now it’s all just a blurry, confusing mess, but- but what if he blinks and he’s back there. Watching Leo claw at the tentacle wrapped around his neck. Watching the life drain from his little brother's eyes, because this time, this time, he wasn’t strong enough to

“Raphie, you’re safe. Leo’s fine. Everyone is fine.”

No, no, no, no, no it’s a trick. Everything is a trick. They’re in his head, they’re making him- he can’t trust-

But he… sort of can. Right? That’s how he broke out the first time. Hearing Leo. Hearing what he was saying.

Something touches his arm. A strangled sound escapes him, but he manages not to jerk away. Moving isn’t safe. Moving could lead to

Leo, Leo, Leo, fingers clawing, feet kicking, eyes fluttering, Leo, Leo, no, please stop, please don't make me do this, let him go, that’s my little brother

“Breathe with me, Raphie. Here, feel.”

His right hand is moved, placed on something warm. A steady rise and fall. A faint pulse beneath his twitching fingers. His left hand is moved to his plastron, over his heart. Soft, small hands cover his own.

“You're okay. Everything is okay.”

Rise and fall. Gentle touches. A kind voice. 

Nothing was gentle, then. None of the voices in his head were kind. This is… not then. He's just… confused again, getting caught up in his head. Getting caught up in the past. 

Breathe. He needs to breathe. 

“That's it, big guy. I've got you.”

He forces himself to fill his lungs a little slower, focuses on the way they expand until the rise and fall under each of his hands is in sync. 

“Good job, red. You're doing great.”

He lets himself blink. Everything slowly focuses, shifts into place. He's in his room. It's messy and dim, but… safe. There are no pulsating pink tendrils or glowing yellow eyes or little brothers dying in his hands. There's just him and… you.

Oh.

You're kneeling in front of him, so close he could touch his forehead to yours if he wanted. When he meets your gaze, you smile. His breath trembles on its way out, but he still manages to whisper your name. 

“Yeah, Raphie. It's me.”

He… he did it again. He got confused - and worse, he did it while you were over at the lair.

Raph ducks his head, burning with shame. A gentle brush of thumbs across his scales makes him realize that his hand is still resting on your chest. Mortified, he pulls both of his hands close against his stomach, curling further into the corner where he's lodged himself.

“I'm sorry,” he rasps, voice watery. “You shouldn't have had to- to do that.”

“It's okay.”

“No, it's not.” Raph sighs, shaking his head minutely. “I could've hurt you.”

There's a pause, and then you move closer, lowering your head and leaning into his view. You don't look scared. Why don't you look scared?

“You would never hurt me, Raphie.”

He glances up to search your expression, wishing he could explain. Of course he'd never hurt you - not on purpose. But he also thought he'd never hurt his family, either.

“I'm dangerous,” Raph whispers, looking away again. He doesn't want to see the trust you have in him. He doesn't deserve it. “Just- if it happens again, don't worry about it, okay? Let me- handle it by myself.”

Your hands cup his face, tilting his head up so that he's forced to meet your eyes. You're- you're smiling. “I'm not gonna do that, actually. I'm going to help you. Any way I can. Every time.”

He… doesn't understand. Your expression is as unwavering as your tone, and he really, truly doesn't understand. “Why?”

Your eyes soften, and you hesitate for only a moment before responding. “That's what you do for the people you love. You help them.”

He feels his face go slack, feels his eyes go wide. The silence stretches, and then: “You love me?”

Your smile shifts into something a little lopsided, like he's said something funny, but your eyes remain soft. “I sort of thought it was obvious, but I guess not.”

He isn't sure how to respond, but after a frozen moment his body does it for him. He reaches for you, almost automatically, gathering you up in his arms to pull you close. Your arms wrap around his neck, and the tension finally starts to drain from his muscles as your warmth seeps into him. 

You're so warm. Soft. Gentle. All of that is proof that this is now and not then. But still, he has to ask. “Is this real?”

You make a small sound in the back of your throat, and he ducks his head so he can nuzzle against it. When you reply, he can feel the vibration. “Yeah, Raphie. This is real.”

He hopes it is. He really hopes it is. 

[captain-mj]

Ghost goes off on a solo mission and comes back different, darker

(Monsterfucker pls and thank you)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE MONSTERS

Since you didn't specify any specific one, using a homebrew one I have called Alpies!!

Consensual. Knotting. Pheromone use. Overstimulation.

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Soap noticed it straight away. Ghost had come back from that mission and something felt... off. Not in the way he acted towards Johnny. It was still the fun banter. But it was how he moved.

Ghost was always rather graceful, even in gear. But now, he moved like smoke across water. The way cats move when hunting. He also acted differently around everyone else. It was only when he hadn't noticed Johnny yet, which were moments very far apart and Soap usually had to get lucky, that he'd stare at them like he was tearing them to shreds. Something there where previously, Ghost had only emptiness.

One time, Ghost flickered his eyes towards him in those moments. His pupils were too large, leaving the faintest ring of white. They slowly changed, back to normal.

Soap's heart was beating hard and he swore Ghost looked at his chest where it rest. Before slowly, Ghost looked back up at him and he blinked slowly.

Ghost didn't look away. Neither did Soap. Soon, someone else caught Soap's attention and he slowly dragged his gaze away to talk to him.

A weight appeared behind him. Definitely a weight, because no heat came off Ghost. Normally, he'd blame it on the tactical gear, but Ghost wasn't wearing any. If Soap leaned back, he'd be pressed right against his chest.

The recruit he was talking to, looked up and visibly paled. They started to stammer before running off, almost tripping over themselves. Soap quickly glanced around to see who else he could talk to and... when did the room empty?

"Johnny." Ghost spoke. It sounded like him. But Soap knew something was wrong. Felt it in his damn bones.

"Lieutenant." Soap's voice shook.

"We using titles now? You wound me." Ghost's voice rattled in his brain. It echoed unnaturally.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"You see anything odd lately?"

He was fucking baiting him. Soap's breath came quicker and that was more of an answer than anything he could've said.

"We're going to keep this between us, Johnny. Understood?"

"What happened to you out there?" Soap started to turn around but hands caught him, forcing him to stay facing away from Ghost. He noticed that the bulk pressed against him had started to shift, something brushed against his sides and touched his hair. Like Ghost had curled around him somehow, a snake before strangling a mouse.

Ghost laughed. Cold and sweet. Like decay. "Someone is going to come in soon. I don't want them to catch us. Come to my room tonight after the lights go out, yeah?"

"Or what?"

"Nothing. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to." Something about that tone was downright foreboding. "Never give you more than you can handle either. So come to my room."

"Yes, sir." Ghost pulled back and Soap quickly turned around. He was normal again. Long sleeved shirt and gloves. Joggers. Every inch of skin covered.

Someone came in and Soap shuddered.

Ghost never intimidated him before. Even now, Ghost himself didn't. But whatever was going on, it scared the hell out of him. Despite what he said, he considered ditching. He doubted Ghost would punish him for it and if he was being honest, he was pretty sure Ghost wouldn't even bring it up.

Soap took a shower and scrubbed himself clean. He replayed the events over and over. The eyes especially. His body... reacted. Heart palpitating, breath quickening, palms going clammy.

And he started getting hard.

Soap knew he was a freak. His porn history was something he'd definitely struggle explaining to Saint Peter at the heavenly gates.

"Yeah, I looked up werewolf pack rails red riding hood. MLM version. Yes I watched an absurd amount of tentacle porn. What of it?"

He had liked Ghost's masks. The way he gave off vibes of being inhuman even before whatever happened on this mission. It wasn't the only thing he found attractive about Ghost of course, but it was up there.

It was stupid, but maybe he did clean up a little extra. You know. In case something happened.

Ghost was going to make sure something happened.

Soap got dressed slowly and right as the lights went off in the base, the signal they should all go to bed, he went straight to Ghost's room. His heartbeat hadn't slowed at all.

Ghost let him in before he even knocked and dragged him in, shoving him inside.

"You'd keep a secret for me, right Johnny?" Ghost started to walk closer to him. Soap instinctively backed up. Fear, fresh and intensely cold, ran through his veins.

"Yes, sir."

"You'd be good for me, right?"

Johnny choked a bit this time. "Yes, sir." An instinct screamed at him. Told him to shove him away and run. It was the same one that told him to stand Ghost up.

The fact that this didn't flag his erection at all probably spoke a lot to how fucked up he was in the head.

"You want this." It wasn't a question, but somehow, despite the fact that he couldn't see Ghost's eyes at all, he could still tell he was staring directly at the growing bulge in his pants.

Soap nodded, not able to speak. Ghost pulled his gloves off.

Claws. It took a moment. The room only had one light and it had been covered with a sheet to keep it dim. But Ghost had claws. The skin darkening until it reached his nails that ended in tight points.

"Johnny. Undress for me, yeah?"

Soap had never followed an order so quickly in his damn life. The clothes ended up in a heap at his feet. Shivers wracked him, primal fear and lust and the nervousness of having that gaze on his naked body all mixing together.

"Like I told you, I would never give you anything you couldn't handle. I can hear your heartbeat right now. It's so fast. Are you scared?" Ghost unzipped his hoodie, not wearing anything underneath. His eyes never left Johnny's body.

"No." Johnny wouldn't admit to it. Ghost dropped his pants. No boxers either. Fuck he was big. The mask. "Take it off."

"No."

"Simon, please." Soap pleaded, feeling very self conscious all of sudden. "Seen ye before." Ghost took a step forward and Soap had to steel himself not to step further back.

Feathers. Soft ones along Ghost's arms and down his back. They curled like fresh down.

"Just worried you'll get scared." Ghost said softly. "Don't look too different. Don't worry." He slipped it off slowly. Tufts of what looked like feathers poked out from his hair, but that wasn't what drew his attention. His mouth opened slightly, dark lips opening to a darker mouth.

Teeth. Cat like, intensely sharp. Ghost grinned and Soap fought the urge to look away. Those dark eyes made his features look even more unnerving.

"Lay down, Soap. I want to see something, okay?"

Soap listened, laying Ghost's bed. It was bigger than the standard beds they got. Ghost must've pulled some strings to get it.

A kiss was planted on his inner thigh. Soap gasped, not even hearing Ghost move.

"What are you?"

"Don't know. Didn't ask the bastard that scratched me. Don't even know if that's what did it." He licked up his thigh, getting closer to his cock.

"Can't believe I am saying this, but please don't suck my dick."

Ghost laughed. Full, boisterous laughter. "Don't worry. Don't want to risk my teeth. I'm a little upset I won't be able to sink my teeth into you. Always wanted to bite you." Soap's cock twitched.

"Been wanting me a while, huh, LT?"

Ghost nuzzled his cock, making Soap tense. His tongue, long and so cold, licked over him before pushing it slowly down. And down.

"Ghost?" Soap whimpered. "What are you doing?"

Ghost shoved his tongue deep into him, not giving him a moment to think. It was far longer than it should've been and it eased further and further into him. His tongue was rough like his fucking gloves, the texture so deep inside his body doing funny things to Soap's brain.

Soap started to whimper, legs twitching, but Ghost's hands were like steel. He didn't move an inch, completely at his mercy. The pleasure rolled through him and Ghost's tongue writhed inside him. Soap felt like the air was punched out of him.

"Simon. Simon..." Soap couldn't think. He wasn't usually this worked up this quickly, but this was Ghost and this was completely new. The sensations made everything seem fuzzy around the edges.

Ghost suddenly made a displeased noise and yanked away from him. Soap bit his wrist to keep from screaming, clenching around the aching emptiness. He panted harshly, feeling raw from it.

Ghost yanked one of Soap's hands to his hole. "Finger yourself. Get yourself nice and open for me, yeah?" He grabbed the lube for him and Soap made quick work of it, trying to work himself open as quickly as possible.

"Don't hurt yourself, Johnny." Ghost looked all over his body, staring so deep into him. "God you're fucking gorgeous."

Soap flushed. "Can I touch you?"

"Careful with the feathers. And don't touch my face."

Soap nodded immediately and ran the hand not furiously fingering himself over Ghost's body. He reached up, running his hands through his hair. Ghost purred as the tufts poked back up, twisting like an owl.

Soap decided he had enough. He wanted Ghost now.

"Alright, done."

"You sure?" Ghost was already lining up, moving Soap's body how he wanted. Soap liked his men bigger than him, but he had never been so easily handled. It was like he weighed nothing to him.

Ghost shoved into him, splitting him open. The stretch was borderline unbearable and Soap's head fell back. It didn't stop until Ghost had bottomed out and fuck, Soap had never been with someone quite this big.

Ghost went to move and Soap grabbed him, shaking his head. "Need just a moment." Soap closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. You're just... a lot." Soap ran his hands down Ghost's back, feeling the soft feathers. Ghost shivered at the touch and keened, accidentally exposing his neck to Soap's mouth. "Were you this size before?"

"Yes."

"Fucking hell." Soap rolled his hips and groaned. Ghost shoved him down by his shoulder and adjusted their positions. He started insistently rolling his hips, not giving Soap a break.

Soap took deep breaths and held on tight to the blankets above him. The feeling was necessarily painful now, just intense. It felt like all of his senses were on overdrive and it was hitting him now that Ghost was probably the cause. Purposely or not, every brush of their skin was such an intense feeling. Was it the instincts? The fight or flight that did that? Or the fact that he was inhuman? A pheromone that made him sensitive?

Whatever it was, Soap felt like just this was driving him insane and he could feel Ghost starting to speed up, pulling out just a little before pushing back in instead of just rolling his hips.

This was going to wreck him.

God, he hoped it did.

"You're good to move more." Soap said softly and Ghost pulled out to the last inch before slamming into him. Pleasure ripped through him, so intense it hurt and he already felt addicted to it. He tugged gently at the feathers and it spurred Ghost on, picking his hips up on the bed to more easily fuck into him.

Soap's back arched and his nails dragged down Ghost's chest, wanting to mark him however he could.

"Been wanting this since I got back. Everyone else, I imagine their blood in my teeth, but you?" Ghost slammed into his sweet spot and Soap's eyes rolled back. "Been wanting you like this. Wanting to take advantage of you. Knew you'd let me do some experimenting."

Soap didn't have the brain capacity at the moment to consider what he could possibly mean by that. He just knew that he didn't want Ghost to stop. Ghost was merciless, hitting the spot over and over again and he was holding onto him so tightly. Hopefully his skin would bruise.

He could feel himself getting closer to his peak and he wrapped his legs around Ghost.

"Simon, Simon, please." Soap felt weak. He'd beg though. Wasn't above it.

"What do you need?" Ghost sounded completely unaffected, looking down at him like they were sparring and he had just won. Cold fucking bastard.

Soap closed his eyes and came all over himself, wincing. Overstimulation started fast but he couldn't find it in himself to ask him to stop. It felt so good and he just now noticed he was crying from it.

Ghost gently brushed his tears away, those vicious claws so close to his face.

"Johnny, you trust me, yeah?"

"Yes." Soap answered without hesitation.

Ghost buried himself deep in Soap's body, kissing him gently. Soap was muffled, but still definitely moaning as Ghost knotted him. He scratched at Ghost's shoulders desperately, eventually going limp at the feeling. He came inside Soap when he was done, sighing softly.

"Ah. It doesn't hurt with a partner. Just as I was expecting." Ghost looked down at Soap who he couldn't tell if this was heaven or hell yet. "You okay?"

Soap let out a choked moan, body clenching around the thick knot currently right inside his hole. Ghost purred. Like a fucking cat.

"Calm down, darling. Like I said, won't give you more than you could handle." Ghost was careful not to move, a little worried about Soap. "You just relax as long as you need. Plan on keeping you here all night anyway. Need to make up for this, yeah?"

Soap whimpered and slowly tilted his head back, gently pulling Ghost down. Ghost made several hickeys, but he made sure to keep them where they could be covered.

"Good boy, yeah?" Soap whimpered harder.

[wisp-of-chaos]

OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 4

Day 4's prompt was "Lost" and has a slight dark touch to the otherwise wholesomeness. CW for mentions of drowning and death.

Read it either here under the cut or on my Ao3!

Day 4 - Lost

Vlassk felt as if he lost a heavy weight he had been carrying on his narrow shoulders since the day he was born.

His arms were shaking and his mind blank as he stared down and into those familiar green eyes, that once had been filled with poisonous mockery and sharp detestation but now only held emptiness and silence.

Gone …

Realization slowly settled over him; a chilly, gentle drizzle of rain pouring down on his consciousness like a thousand tiny needles pricking and stabbing at it and gradually bringing back feelings and sensations and life.

Vlassk took a deliberately slow and deep breath; concentrating solely on the movements of his lungs – in and out and in and out – as he loosened his fingers and pulled his arms back; his eye never leaving the two ones staring back at him from below the waves.

Gone, he repeated like a mantra inside his head without yet fully understanding the extend of his thoughts. Qirilissk was gone.

Vlassk’s heart skipped and his breath stuttered. His tentacles twitched and curled around his neck, seeking safety and comfort yet he couldn’t turn his gaze away from those magnetizing pools of poison.

He still heard the gurgling gasps for air; felt the faint echo of a fading mind, remembered how those claws and tentacles has grasped for him and dug into his skin. How Qirilissk’s strength ebbed away under his own hands and his usually so collected and calm mind became frantic and desperate and fearful. How he fought for his life.

Vlassk flinched and stumbled backwards; away from the corpse drifting in the shallow water near the shore that once had been his master and mentor and tormentor.

Qirilissk was dead.

Vlassk swallowed thickly; his throat suddenly dry and rough and too thin to breathe properly. There had been countless times where he wished death to his former master; but he never imagined that he would feel so hollow once it actually happened nor that it would be himself who did the deed.

Vlassk’s heart was pounding fast and hard and his mind swirling and raging like a storm and thus didn’t notice the gentle whisper of Larik’s mind as he approached him on the shore until he was standing right beside him.

“Are you alright?”, he softly asked and Vlassk reluctantly nodded. He wasn’t hurt too badly but his mind was a mess of sounds and images and emotions. And all of it centered around Qirilissk. Vlassk’s head was filled with him: his cruel laughter and sneers; the sharp, disapproving stares he so often got in the past; the amusing curl of his tentacles, how his claws used to ghost over his skin and made him shudder and whine, his amused snickers, how his voice could go from soft and gentle to harsh and cold within the blink of an eye, how gleeful he had been when stabbing and ruining Vlassk’s right eye, the sting of his- …

“Hey”, he heard Larik say and felt him reaching into his mind; cupping and holding his thoughts and stopping them from spiraling further out of control and keeping him from getting lost in memories of his past life, “it’s fine. It’s over. He’s gone. You’re truly and completely free now.”

Vlassk felt as if he had been kicked. His chest constricted and all air left him and for a moment everything stopped as Larik’s words settled in. Qirilissk was gone. He was free. He was safe. He and his squidlings and everyone he cared about were no longer overshadowed by the looming danger of Qirilissk and his stubborn determination to get his tentacles back on Vlassk; to bring him home and subdue him once again into a submissive toy.

A strangled sob escaped Vlassk’s throat. Safe, he repeated mentally and felt his knees and legs growing weak and unsteady. He swayed but Larik was there, readily reaching out for him and wrapping his arms and tentacles around his shoulders for support and to keep him upright. And Vlassk latched right onto him; clinging to his chest and holding onto him as if his life depended on it as he buried his face against his shoulder and cried without restrain. He heard himself sobbing and making ugly croaks and wet clicks but was beyond caring. His emotions were too raw and demanding to be kept at bay for any longer; and he knew that Larik wouldn’t judge nor ridicule him for them. Instead, he just gently nuzzled the top of his head and hummed a soothing tune as he rubbed circles over his quivering back and gave Vlassk all the time he needed to express and purge his turbulent emotions.

When Vlassk eventually calmed down, his throat was hoarse and raw; his mind exhausted and his eyes burning but dry.

His grip on Larik had loosened somewhat and his head slipped down onto his chest; where he contently and intensely listened to his heartbeat and used its steady rhythm to ground himself. Larik had held him the whole time; not once making an attempt to get out of his embrace or to hurry things up and Vlassk appreciated it greatly.

He gently nuzzled into his chest and said: “Thank you.”

Larik responded with a soft trill and an even softer nudge to the top of his head; his chin brushing over his frills. “Of course”, he answered calmly and then asked once more: “How are you, my beloved siren?”

Warmth spread through Vlassk’s chest and traveled down his tentacles at the usage of this unique nickname Larik bestowed upon him. He felt the tips of his tentacles tingling and curling with a happy smile as he nuzzled into him. “Better”, he said truthfully; both his mind and heart feeling less heavy and chaotic than before. “Thanks to you my jolly sailor.”

Vlassk felt Larik’s chest rumbling with a soft chuckle at the nickname he himself used for him and which was born from of a joke he had made so long in the past it almost seemed like a whole other life now. So much had changed since then. And most of it was for the better.

They stayed huddled together; with their arms and tentacles wrapped around one another and lazily caressing each other and in comfortable silence as their minds mingled and soothed each other for a while, until …

“Remind me to never give you a reason to be mad at me”, Larik said with the barest hint of humor winding through his words and thoughts. “That was … scary to watch.”

Vlassk froze and his mind stilled. “You- you saw …?”, he all but blurted out, his head snapping up sharply to look up at Larik with wide eyes and nervously snapping tentacles.

Larik nodded and gently pushed his head against Vlassk’s. “I did”, he said with a low, calming hum and Vlassk felt embarrassment and guilt bubbling up in his chest and tightening around his throat.

“I- … I didn’t mean to but he - … he threatened to take the kids and- … and- …”, he tried to explain but his mind was assaulted with memories which tried to drag him down into the darkness once more. His voice broke and his breath stumbled over a half formed sob.

Larik gently caressed his head; moving his hand over the top of it, over his frills and down his neck. “It’s fine”, he said once more and Vlassk felt new tears gathering in his eyes. “I understand. You don’t need to explain anything to me. I know who he was and what he did to you and would have done if he hadn’t been stopped.”

Vlassk’s breath quivered when Larik leaned down and gently pressed their heads together in a kiss. “I know”, he repeated and Vlassk couldn’t help himself and tightened his hold on him. “You are so very brave and I am unspeakably proud of you, my siren.”

And once more, Vlassk sobbed and cried while Larik was there and held him.

[foxesscreamingafterdark]

Training, pt 1?

Please Read the Warnings and Tags Before Continuing, Thank You.

Media; Game + OC (Nightfall)

Pairing; Hisa + Leo

Tags; @nightfallgame

Warnings; kidnapping, cult behavior and speech, tentacle rape, drug use(aphrodisiacs), religious talk(related to the cult behavior), mentions of lactation, Breath play/choking, mind break

Notes; Under the cut for length. Idk when part 2 will be out lol. I found I had a tiny bit of trouble writing Hisa, but I'm not sure why? I can usually write tsundere-type characters pretty well, so idk what's happening there. Maybe it's his specific brand of tsundere-ism

Leo smirks at the boy squirming around on the concrete ground, naked and tied up tightly with rough red rope. The black haired boy is lying on the ground on his side. "My, my, Hisa Igarashi," Leo drawls, gaining him said boy's attention. He lets out a strangled screech that's muffled by a gag. "You know Hisa, this is a first for us. This is the first time The Manic One has chosen someone outside of the cult to bless," he explains, strutting around to grab at the handle on the back of the rope harness. The boy screeches as he's hauled up into a sitting position. Hisa’s eyes widens as he looks up at the man looming over him. The redhead laughs, “Curious, are you?” Leo’s already figured out how to get the poor boy, hook line and sinker. “In fact, you could become the blessed one. We’re in desperate need, truthfully. Our beloved god needs someone pure to bless, only the purest, and simply no one else will do,” he monologues, paying close attention to how Hisa reacts; he’s still apprehensive, but his red eyes scream hope and a bit of pride. He’s been leaning in towards Leo the whole time. He wheels around and kneels down in front of Hisa.

Leo gets close enough he can feel the boy's breath on his face. Hisa tries to pull away, but Leo stops him. “I’ve heard of you, from that monk. Always singing your praises about how pure and good you are. A perfect little angel, right?” He sings, watching as the boy inflates and tries to sit up straighter. “Now you can see why you’ve been chosen for this. Oh, but where are my manners? Our esteemed guest and you can’t even speak!” He fakes his surprise and realization. He unties Hisa’s gag and the boy gasps and sputters. “Well, at least you’ve seen how important I am!” He barks out. “Of course you’re important!”

“If I’m so important, then why not untie me and give me back my clothes?!”

Leo sighs, “You still don’t understand, do you? We need you here, Hisa. There’s no way the monk would’ve let you come with us! He wants to hide you away from people that desperately need your help. And he couldn’t come with us anyway, he’s not clean enough. Not pure enough, he’d ruin everything. In fact, I’m toeing a line by being in this room with you! I’m not as pure or clean as you, either. The Manic One tolerates me enough to allow me to explain things to our blessed-to-be.”

“Explain things? And blessed-to-be?” Hisa blurts out

“Right, I haven’t explained a damned thing, have I? How idiotic of me,” he clears his throat, “We, The Children of Mania, care for our beloved deity. By caring for and feeding him, he purifies us. He cannot receive our prayers on his own, however; he needs a conduit. To do this, he tells his followers to prepare the purest among us to give to him. These people, we call the blessed ones. After his blessing, they can never be tarnished! Some have said he helps them reach a state of nirvana--”

“Feed him?” Hisa asks, interrupting. “Ah, right, I glossed over that, didn’t I? Yes, we must feed him. As I’ve said before, he can’t do this on his own. We give our sins to the blessed one, who receives it on our lord’s behalf. He consumes our sins and impurities through the blessed,” Leo pauses, giving him a second to process this, “If you receive our lord’s blessing, you’ll become impermeable. You’d never have to worry about someone robbing you of your purity, Hisa. You’d play a huge role in sustaining him and purifying the others as well! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Hisa’s silent, absorbing the information. The temptation in the air is palpable. “Fine then, since you idiots can’t seem to do it yourselves, I’ll help you. You’re useless without someone to purify you, aren’t you?” He states after a moment, cocky. Leo suppresses his sly smile, “Perfect! Before I present you to him, I need to prepare you. You’ll need to remain tied for this; it’s part of the process, you see.” Hisa nods as he pulls away, remaining sat up straight. Leo flits away to a shelf off to the side and rifles through the cabinet. It gives the smaller boy time to look around; the room is remarkably dark, he can’t see the walls or a door. The only light comes from a candle in a holder on the floor some distance in front of him. He can catch glints of gold, shimmering with the candlelight but he can’t figure out what the structure is. Leo appears in front of him suddenly with a tiny bottle. There’s a small amount of liquid in it, which shimmers with the light as well. “Open up for me, Hisa,” He sings, taking his chin in his hand. Hisa hesitates before opening his mouth. “Don’t spit it out, now, swallow it all,” Leo says as he pours it into the boy's mouth. He gulps it down, shivering as it slides down his throat. It feels like it coats everything it touches on its way down, like oil.

It burns when it hits his stomach and spreads quickly, touching every corner and crevice in him. He lets out an involuntary moan while Leo laughs. “Feels good, huh?” He teases. “What’ve you done to me?” Hisa exclaims. “It’s a simple drink, to open your mind for our lord,” the redheaded man says with a smirk. He kneels in front of the boy, setting the bottle down. Hisa’s body is almost feverishly warm, radiating it outwards. His tiny cock is hard already and painfully red. “So cute~” Leo murmurs, grabbing it between his pointer finger and thumb, making him moan again. “St-stop!” He wriggles around, trying to shake off his hand. Leo simply ignores him, carefully jerking his dick. “This is preparation for The Manic One, Hisa, I need to do this. This won’t ruin your purity, if you’re worried about that,” he finally says. Hisa curses and mewls and moans while Leo jerks him with two fingers until he’s leaking pre. “He won’t like you if you can’t hold out a bit longer,” he tells the boy with a scolding tone. Hisa looks up at him with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights. He withdraws his fingers, earning a pitiful whine. “Already such a little slut, missing my touch~”

He stands, picks up the candle and walks towards the oppressive darkness. “You can’t just leave me like this!!” The ravenette screeches. “Oh, I won’t leave you here, Hisa,” Leo responds, illuminating the darkness and revealing the thing Hisa’d seen; a large, fully enclosed palanquin decorated with gold. Leo grabs the handle on the door while chuckling, “Prepare yourself, Hisa. You’re about to meet a deity~” He pulls it open. The inside looks endless, like he’s looking up at the night sky. Leo sets the candle down, out of the way. He approaches Hisa and roughly grabs onto the rope harness, dragging him towards the palanquin. Hisa fights back on instinct. “Stop that, you petulant child,” Leo scolds, pulling him up to stand. He grabs his arm roughly, holding him in place in front of the endless void of the palanquin. He starts to untie Hisa’s ropes, letting them drop uselessly. As the ropes are untied, squelching sounds can be heard from the depths of the void. They get a bit louder each second. Writhing pink tentacles worm their way out, slithering their way from every angle and reaching for the doorway. Horror rises up in the bottom of Hisa’s stomach, he’s so tempted to try to run. Leo squeezes his arm as a reminder that he’s being held firmly in place, “Face our lord with courage, Hisa. Fear taints your soul and corrupts your mind.”

A slimy tentacle finds the warm skin of Hisa’s thigh. It wraps around his thigh and wanders upwards. Several more take hold of him, circling his ankles, wrists, legs and arms. Leo lets go quickly and backs away. “Have fun, Hisa! May The Manic One show you no mercy~” he calls. Another tentacle slinks its way around Hisa’s neck and lumbers towards his lips. With undulating motions, the creature starts to drag him into the palanquin. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss this thing out but doesn’t get a single sound out before the tentacle thrusts into his mouth.

When he’s inside, the door closes, leaving him in pitch black. Hisa whines against the tentacle slipping its way down his throat. It’s pleasantly slick and seems to fit in his throat perfectly, throbbing enticingly. He swallows involuntarily and milks out a liquid not unlike whatever he swallowed before; it coats every inch of his mouth and throat thickly and sticks and burns. It’s entirely tasteless and the tingling sensation is almost addictive. By now multiple tentacles are clinging to him, caressing and groping him while leaving slick trails in their wake. Two are wrapped around his abdomen, closing in on his perky little nipples. One pinches his left nipple painfully, twisting and massaging it. The other tentacle shivers, then splits open four ways and closes around his right nipple. It sucks greedily like it’s trying to milk him and only sucks harder when it finds nothing coming out. He lets out a moan, sending vibrations through the tentacle lodged in his throat. Several more tease at his hole, spurting out copious amounts of fluid. One wraps itself around his petite dick, jerking him roughly. Hisa can feel this thing pulling at him until he’s spread out in every way and he feels like he’s suspended in the air. He cums, all too easily. He screams, shivering through the pleasure of his first orgasm. Right at the tail-end of it, one of the creature’s tentacles thrusts into his tight ass, making him scream again. It’s not gentle in the slightest, treating his poor hole like it’s taken more than a few cocks before.

Each thrust makes lewd squelching sounds, which echo in the emptiness. The other tentacles still tease his asshole while he’s getting fucked, like they’re trying to push into him as well. Squeals, moans and groans are forced out of Hisa, though they’re muffled and awful gurgling and choking noises come out as well while that damned thing uses his throat like a fleshlight. The Manic One is relentless, quickly breaking the poor boy down physically while it whispers into his ears;

You’ll find true purity through debauchery.

Let yourself go, Hisa.

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[coolgirl32]

How do they get jealous

I'll be using my OC for this also no copywriting or rewriting without my permission also please do enjoy and don't be afraid to request any fanfiction about X-Men supernatural or 100% wolf okay enjoy

Omega Red

He hardly ever gets jealous because he knows you so well but when he does get jealous he either put his arm around your waist and kisses you on your cheek or when you're not looking or you're doing something while you're not looking he strangles the guy with his tentacles and tell them to back off. He's very insecure so please reassure this poor man that is loved and that he's the only one for you.

Wolverine

When he gets jealous he either play is it cool and acts like he doesn't care or he growls at the guy who tries to flirt with you but he knows you love him but still he doesn't want anything touching what's his. Like Omega Red he's very insecure but he doesn't show it so please reassure him that he's the only one for you and show him you do love him.

Sabertooth (I'm using my OC for this one sorry not sorry)

When Victor gets jealous he growls at the person who flirts with Jacqulyn of course Jacqulyn new Victor very well so of course before anything bad happened she stopped Victor and pulled him outside away from everyone when she asked him what's gotten into him he didn't want to say anything so of course when she realized he was jealous of the guy who was flirting with her she smiled softly and told him nothing bad will happen to her and she told him she'll make it up to him Victor was very intrigued on what she has planned to make it up to him. 😉

Dog Logan 🐶🐺( this is what dog Logan looks like I do not own the picture)

He doesn't get jealous very often but when he does he gets violent not towards you but towards the guy who was either hitting on you or harassing you either way that guy ended up in the hospital dog doesn't want to lose you he's scared to lose you and he's scared that he might end up like his father of course you reassured him that nothing bad will happen and he's nothing like his father it helped dog a little bit but he wants to protect you he loves you no matter what and you're the best thing that ever happened to him.

Saul Creed🐆🐯(this is what saul Creed looks like)

He does get jealous but it doesn't happen very often but when it does happen it only happens when either his brother shows up or some stranger shows up to harass you he's not only pissed but also very upset and jealous he knows you can find someone better than him but you choose to stay with him you love him so much he loves you so much he wants you to have the best of everything of course you reassure him that you're happy with him and you're happy wherever you him and his sister go that makes him happy when you're happy he's happy he loves you so much he will protect you and his sister no matter what.

Bonus

Scott Summers (again I'm using my OC for this)

Scott does get a bit jealous but nothing too serious and what could make him jealous would either be one of the male students at The institute are hitting on Jacqulyn or the male villains are hitting on Jacqulyn when they're at school either way he doesn't want those guys near her because of how good of a person / mutant she is so what does he do when he gets jealous well he always puts his arm around her shoulder or her waist and kisses her cheek and then when she's not looking he tells the person who is flirting with her to back off and then he would show some parts of his laser vision to them scaring them off of course Jacqulyn found out about this and told Scott not to worry and then she reassured him nothing bad will happen to her and that she has and always will love him no matter what and so of course they would always end up cuddling watching a movie a romantic comedy.

Hope you all liked it

[estrellamorningstar]

Cut Loose [Part 13]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+

Summary: Celeste has to make a decision between The Mastermind or Carlos

Word Count: 2109

         Celeste finally makes it to the shower. Her mind is filled with so many thoughts she already knows she will have a hard time falling asleep. After the shower she lies down and waits for sleep to come, but just as she predicted it's not happening. She decides to go for a walk to clear her mind and to get rid of any residue of the adrenaline rush that Sunshine somehow didn't manage to wipe away completely. 

          The walk is pleasant. Celeste walks along her usual path, listening to the birds and enjoying the gentle warmth of the late morning sun. She tries to gather her thoughts together so they're not just a mix of Carlos and Wesker. She already knows that she's playing with fire when it comes to Wesker, but he has made her feel like she could achieve something. It certainly won't be exactly how she imagines it, but who in their right mind would say no to the most efficient Killer in the Trials? And that cursed kiss. He bought her with that kiss. 

          Her mind brings her back to Midwich; the disgusting wall and horrible noises, adrenaline rushing through her veins and the overwhelming presence of her teacher. She holds her breath as she remembers the force of the tentacle on her throat, her painful, desperate attempt to breathe as Wesker watched her come to terms with death right in front of her and then all of that fear washed away with one kiss, making her feel more alive than she has ever felt. Her train of thought gets interrupted by quick footsteps behind her.  

     ''Can we talk, please?'' Celeste turns towards the voice and sees Rebecca following her. She looks nervous, but from the few Trials Celeste has spent with her Celeste knows that she is someone that Killers don't take lightly. Celeste had witnessed Trickster get frustrated by Rebecca's escape antics, which was amusing, but cost Celeste her Trial because she couldn't stop watching. Celeste stops in her tracks and waits for Rebecca to catch up. 

     ''I'm just going to get to the point,'' Rebecca's expression is serious, but Celeste thinks that she looks so angelic that even being delivered the worst news in the world wouldn't hurt as much. Celeste knows that this is either about Carlos or Wesker. It seems like the whole house Carlos stays in have had something to do with each other in the past and they are always looking out for each other.

     ''Don't let Wesker manipulate you,'' Celeste's heart feels like it is being strangled, a small rage builds in her chest, why can't anybody leave her to make her own decisions? Rebecca notices the change in Celeste's posture and her features soften. ''There are six of us here who can tell you how demented he is.'' 

     ''I don't know what you're talking about.''

     ''Celeste... Whatever you think you will get out of this, you won't. Albert Wesker doesn't give people anything. He uses them to get what he needs and then he discards them,'' Celeste knows that what Rebecca's saying is true, but her tired mind goes back to the moment Wesker kissed her. She bites her lip as if trying to recreate the moment, his presence alone made her whole being addicted to him. ''People in power do not share power.'' 

     ''I'm here to get through the Trials, Rebecca. Whatever happens outside of the Trials is irrelevant,'' Celeste can hear her voice get high and defensive, her cheeks flush in frustration. 

     ''You will hurt everybody in the camp. When he starts asking you to throw Trials in favor of his little henchmen, what then?'' She pauses and watches Celeste with piercing eyes for a moment. The silence is deafening. ''I tried to talk to Carlos, but he isn't listening to me, he always sees good in people. You have to make a decision, Celeste, and there is only one correct answer.'' 

          ''What exactly am I choosing, Rebecca? I don't know what you think is going on, but all Wesker is doing is training me. I have not been doing well, I barely have Bloodpoints to get better gear with. I need all the help... any help I can get.'' 

     ''But at what cost?'' Rebecca dismisses Celeste with a wave of her hand and turns to walk away. She stops in her tracks and turns back to look at Celeste: ''Just do the right thing with Carlos, he's a good person, too good sometimes.'' 

Celeste leans against a tree and watches Rebecca leave. The moment Rebecca disappears out of sight she sits down and looks up at the sky. She had already made the decision to talk to Carlos after leaving the training session, but Rebecca is right, Carlos is a good person and sleeping with his enemy, figuratively speaking, is a shitty thing to do. 

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          After trying to come up with a speech in her head Celeste finally gives up and makes her way to the house Carlos stays in and slowly opens the door, hoping to make it to his room before anyone else notices, but just as she walks through the kitchen area she gets greeted by Leon, who's sitting at the counter, drinking something out of a ridiculously oversized mug. He nods at her hello, but remains as serious as always. She has never seen him smile apart from a polite smile every now and then, but she can imagine that a real smile on that man would break many hearts around the camp.

     ''Is Carlos in his room?'' Celeste asks as she approaches him. Leon shakes his head and pulls a bar seat out for her to sit on.

     ''He went somewhere with Jill, but they should be back soon,'' he stands up and pours a coffee for her which Celeste is awfully grateful for. 

     ''They're all going crazy over Wesker, you know?'' Leon watches Celeste in the same intense, interrogating way that Rebecca was doing, but she feels like he's just curious about how she's feeling and not how she will react to Wesker's name. ''They aren't able to let go of the past, but... it's not your past.''

     ''I joined this thing and nobody explained anything to me when I arrived. I'm just trying to get through it,'' Celeste confesses. She had promised herself to not be vulnerable in front of people, but lack of sleep removes all the filters she has been working hard on keeping up. Leon looks confused as she says that. 

     ''What do you mean you ''joined this thing''? It was your choice?'' 

     ''Well... yeah,'' she looks at him not quite sure why he's confused. 

     ''The rest of us are here against our will. Who brought you here?'' Leon looks more awake than he did when she saw him first, he even seems to have leaned in closer to her, as if trying to see if she's lying.

          Celeste thinks back to the Facebook click bait that she kept seeing over and over and eventually clicked on. It led her to a website that promised her a life of luxury if only she would make it through a year of an interactive simulation experiment. 

     ''The Fog... I think the company was called,'' Celeste remembers the name on top of each of the page she had to fill out. Leon's about to ask her something, but his eyes focus on something behind Celeste. His expression changes to a soft one, but then his eyes drop and Celeste can tell that his gritting his teeth. 

     ''Sorry, Celeste, I will talk to you later, '' he grabs his jacket off the seat next to him, Celeste turns her head to see who he was looking at. Ada and Jake have just entered the room. Leon walks past them without saying a word. Judging by Leon's body language Jake narrowly avoided getting a punch to the face, though Celeste is sure that if Jake had said a single word to him he wouldn't be so lucky. 

          Celeste wonders if Ada ever takes that red dress off, she hasn't seen her wearing anything else. Celeste smiles awkwardly at them. Ada seems to be annoyed about the way Leon left. They haven't been on good terms since Leon found out that Ada and Jake have been seeing each other behind his back. Although Celeste isn't quite sure what their relationship was like before that because since Celeste has known Ada she never struck her as the relationship type.

     '''Cielo,'' Celeste had been so caught up in Leon/Ada drama she didn't hear the door open. Carlos approaches Celeste and, before she can stop him, kisses her. Carlos looks at her questioningly when she doesn't return the kiss.

     ''Carlos, we need to talk,'' Celeste says softly when she notices Jill, Ada and Jake watching  them in deafening silence. Carlos nods at her, disappointment washing over his face. Celeste avoids making eye-contact with anybody and follows Carlos to his room. He motions for Celeste to sit down on the sofa and sits in front of her on the coffee table with crossed arms. 

     ''Did Rebecca speak to you?'' Carlos looks concerned. Celeste nods, but wonders what exactly Rebecca has told him, she did say to Celeste that Carlos never listens to her.

     ''She told me to be careful with Wesker. Everybody is telling me to be careful with Wesker,'' Carlos's jaw visibly clenches at the first mention of Wesker. ''I had a training session with him yesterday when you were in The Trial.'' 

     ''Training session? What... what are you talking about?'' 

     ''I met up with Wesker in the simulation,'' Celeste should have really prepared herself for this conversation, she is trying to pick her words carefully, ''He thinks my past is plain enough for me to learn to do the Trials well.'' 

     ''And you trust a Killer to teach you how to do it?'' The disbelief in Carlos's voice reflects in his eyes. ''Celeste, he's just toying with you. He will get bored of you once you're bent to his will and he gets bored of you.'' 

     ''I know what I'm getting myself into...''

     ''Do you though?''  Carlos hasn't raised his voice, but he seems to be in disbelief of what he's hearing. ''Wesker doesn't care for people he can't get something out of. Once he's done with you...''

     ''...he will discard me, yeah I heard that already.'' Celeste knows that he's right. But she is now realizing that she wants to find out by herself. ''I want to get through this, Carlos. Wesker is the key for me to get good fast. What's the worst that can happen?'' 

Carlos's expression changes to that of pure pity. He kneels in front of Celeste and places his hands on either side of her face. 

     ''I won't stop you, Cielo, but I'm here for you,'' the way Carlos is looking at Celeste makes her heart feel strangled in her chest. She was expecting him to get angry, to throw her out, she did not expect him to get soft with her. It makes it that much harder for her to muster the right words for what she's about to say.

     ''I think it's best if we don't see each other, Carlos,'' Celeste hears the words that come out of her mouth and hates how much it sounds like a teenage breakup, nonetheless, a tear forms in the corner of her eye. She's been holding tears back for a long time, but Rebecca was right, this man in front of her is good to a fault. ''What I mean is... I need to focus on The Trials, I don't have the energy for anything else right now.''

     ''Cielo...'' Carlos is searching her eyes for an answer, for an explanation, Celeste can tell that there's a debate going on behind those big brown eyes of his. ''I will be here when Wesker's done with you. Just... don't let him turn you cold... you're the only person around here who doesn't see the world for the shitshow that it really is. We need more people like you.'' 

          Carlos wipes a tear running from her cheek and stands up. They walk to the door and just before he opens the door he turns to Celeste. His hands envelop her face once more and he kisses her like he hadn't kissed her before. The words that got lost in Carlos's thoughts before are now expressed through the kiss. Celeste stands on her tip toes, indulging herself one last time. He lets go of her face and gives her an unconvincing smile: ''Something to remember me by, Cielo.'' 

[crystalmarred]

[ desperate ] sender is in pain and squeezes tightly to receiver's hand to channel the agony elsewhere — Kijidata

MEME ( accepting! ) ⇢ [ desperate ] sender is in pain and squeezes tightly to receiver's hand to channel the agony elsewhere. ⇢ @diademreigned

It was his fault. From the moment night had fallen, X'kijin should have been paying more attention, but he'd grown used to tumultuous churning of the ocean after dark... and D'tykha had not.

This was only his second night out here and the last, he had spent the duration of it curled into X'kijin's side. He still remembered the way he shivered in terror, jumped every time the boat rocked roughly in a way that made clear there was more that circled them than the water itself. He remembered the way D'tykha had whispered into his ear if he had heard the things that he had, the whispers from outside the walls of the tiny cabin.

Yes, yes he had, but he'd learned to ignore them. He'd learned to ignore the paranoia that set in late into the night, the way it made his heart race, the way his vision blurred and made him see things.

X'kijin had learned to ignore it, but D'tykha hadn't even had the chance to. He should have been more considerate, should've paid more attention to the man clearly terrified of the ocean that had become a part of Kijin's day to day life.

He should have been paying more attention, yet he hadn't. He was used to the boat being bodied by a fish equal to its size, sometimes even larger. It had been pierced by a tentacle, nearly overturned by a creature too large to even properly make out.

The abuse his tiny fishing boat had weathered was great and nothing he could have said or done would have ever prepared D'tykha for it—and that was precisely why he should've been more attention, shouldn't have missed his hand when he'd stumbled and went over the edge.

It was his fault. He shouldn't have had to jump into dangerous waters to fish D'tykha out, shouldn't have put either of them in that kind of peril, should have been more careful. When he'd gone in, he'd hoped it would be get any worse than he had, prayed for it though it seemed to be an effort in vain.

Instead, he'd surfaced, drug D'tykha back onto the boat to his sputtering panic as he spat water of his mouth and it was blood that had splashed across the deck floor. it stained the wood in places where the mixture of water and blood proved too thick to escape the worst of it.

The sound that D'tykha made was enough to wrench his heart and churn his gut—a side effect of their blossoming friendship and nothing more, he reassured himself as he wrapped his hand in Tykha's own, intertwined their fingers together.

"Tykha, I'm here, I've got you."

His words were spoken softly as he wrapped an arm around him and hoisted him to his feet to get him back into the cabin, treat the cut on his arm that burned him—something communicated to him in the way that his hand squeezed X'kijin's own.

Barely had they stumbled into the cabin, the door kicked shut behind X'kijin before the boat rocked violently again. The sound that slipped from Tykha's lips strangled his heart as the grip on his hand tightened.

"I'm here, Tykha, it's okay," he said as he eased him down to sit, to sit on the bedside and ignore the few items that had scattered to the floor in either of the last two hits. Tykha's hands shook and his voice wobbled beneath words he could barely understand. He tried to pull away, to get water, to get a towel to clean the cut on his arm that was from... he wasn't entirely sure. A barnacle on the boat, a rock, a fish, he couldn't be sure.

But when he tried to move, Tykha's hand squeezed his tighter, clutched at him helplessly with babbled words X'kijin couldn't make sense of, but still understood the meaning of.

"Hey... Hey..."

His thumbs rubbed the wet surface of the back of his hands. Worse than the blood and the shaking hands was the watery eyes that stared down at him. His heart broke at the sight of D'tykha so near to tears.

"You're okay now," he whispered, leaned up to touch their faces together. "I've got you... Let me clean up your cut... It has to burn..."

Finally, Tykha's grip loosened and X'kijin pried himself away only long enough to retrieve fresh water and a towel to clean it with, to dab away the salt water that left a burning sensation behind.

His face fell, green eyes unable to meet familiar, tempting teal. He should have been more careful; he should have been more mindful. This was his fault. He'd roped him into this. He'd done this to him.

"I'm so sorry, Tykha, I didn't mean for this to happen."

[cornytrashlord]

Marine biologist🎇& Mer🧤 pt.5

Violence in pursuit of so-called science. 🎇 had been expected not to say anything beyond what was expected of him but was he ever one to sit still?

And thus, this was how it was going to end. The cold embrace of murky waters was familiar. Come to think of it, this was the second time he saw his life flash before his eyes. He'd make a joke about water being his mortal enemy and laugh about it if there were anyone to listen but briny water was quick to fill his lungs.

People have a weird and sick way of romanticizing death. If he were honest, it felt like shit. The grasp of death was cold and unforgiving. This time, there were no gleaming golden eyes staring him down and no webbed hands pulling him up onto an observation deck. Everything hurt. His ears were ringing. His back was burning from shards of glass and shrapnel embedded into flesh. He could taste blood in the water. His blood.

With lady luck usually not on his side, he'd fully expected to die in that van or suffer much heavier injuries. Well, it was either that stupid rental van or this. And he'd much prefer the biting cold of the currents than being roasted alive in a van that was decidedly not his dream ride.

Speaking of dream rides, did🧤manage to get away? He hoped he did. 🧤deserved much more than a tank being his whole world. 🧤would go on an adventure, see things he'd never seen before, experience life beyond the confines of a cold, uncaring facility and maybe meet other people. The mercreature had always seemed to be rather sociable underneath his prickly exterior. 🎇should be happy for him and yet…

The oxygen deprivation began to take his thoughts away.

He'd soon be seaweed, nothing more than flesh and bones ready to decay in the currents.

'I really want to go on that adventure with you too.'

The water suddenly began to stir around him. Lips pressed against his own and a tongue forced his mouth open.

The rush of oxygen in his lungs had him struggling to open his eyes. What greeted him was a face he'd come to call beautiful. The breath caught in his throat, just like it always did.🧤never failed to take his breath away.

🎇wondered distantly if🧤would scoff if he cracked the joke right now.

Lean arms wrapped around him to pull him to the surface. 🧤's tail, useless on land, was made to slice through water like nothing while the tentacles worked to propel them up.

-

"How dare you make my choices for me?! Fuck your stupid adventure, pretty boy. I don't care about that crap. Hey! Are you listening to me?" The back of his skull was pounding as🧤launched into his long-winded tirade.

"I am." 🎇winced when his voice came out scratchy. "I was just thinking about how much I hate the sand and how pretty you are." Oh, hate the sand he did. What was worse than dry sand? Damp sand. It was getting in places where it shouldn't even be. Eugh.

"Nice try, brother. That ain't working on me this time."

Perhaps it was the incredulousness of the situation that had 🎇suddenly bursting into laughter. Or maybe it was how🧤had his arms akimbo in a way that made him look like a customer ready to out-sass a tired employee at W4lm4rt.

Laughter was ever a contagious disease. The noise that left 🧤 was breathy and a little strangled but it enraptured 🎇 all the same. It was as if his soft chuckles lifted a veil from his eyes.

Funny how laughter can do that. They were truly the honest rumblings of the soul.

"🧤." "Huh?" "My name, idiot." "Oh."

The day dawned crisp and clear.

"Hey, 🧤?" "What?" "Can I kiss you? Like for real this time? No more drowny kisses?" "No."

"Huh?! I think I more than deserve it, don't you think?" "Fuck you."

"That can be arranged. All you had to do was ask, man. You know–" 🧤catches his lips in a bruising kiss. Frankly, it was more teeth than an actual locking of lips but 🎇was more than happy with that distinction for now. He'd like to not be reminded of his underwater experiences AND it was more than enough to shut him up. For now anyway.

"So how about that adventure together?"

[zmeydeva-arch]

hello! i hope you don’t mind me asking who your favorite writers are, or writers you get most inspiration from? your writing is breathtaking and i’d love to take some notes x

hello anon ! definitely don't mind this question at all and thank you for the compliment i'm just glad anyone is reading my writing and enjoying the experience while they are it. as for inspiration and the like, i feel like i should preface this response by saying that all the writing i consume, while serving as inspiration, it is never my intention to replicate or directly emulate any of the writers/books i list below. even so i do think trying to mimic the writing style of other writers can serve as a good exercise for pushing oneself or exploring different methods of the craft but it shouldn't be the only kind of writing you do.  ultimately, you do yourself a disservice as a writer by not trying to find and refine your own narrative voice. 

that being said, when it comes to books and authors i turn to for inspiration and aspiration… there are a few and they range in genre and don't all fall into the fantasy realm squarely

this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone is a book i CONSTANTLY find myself reaching for whenever i am in a slump. it is lyrical! it is weird! and it is a book that rather show than tell to a degree of utter obstruction. unfortunately, i haven't read much of these authors' other works so i cannot speak to them as a whole. but this novel in particular is such a short and gripping read i cannot recommend it enough 

tamsyn muir is another author who constantly floors me with her command over plot. this woman is a mastermind and she includes NOTHING in her stories that is unnecessary or does not serve the larger arc of the story. the way she writes is gross, funny, and visceral. truly it could not be further than the kind of writing i do on this blog but she is an author that constantly shows me the sky's the limit when it comes to what you can get away with writing wise, if you are bold enough to try! also that comedy writing is such a skill and the smarter it is the funnier it can get. 

recently i have been tasking myself with reading more poetry and not just novels. in my search i have come across the works of franny choi. she is subversive; she tackles heavy topics like race, gender, and mental illness in a way that cannot be described as anything less than pure emotion. she is also isn't too afraid to run with an animal motif either. "watch me kick / back to life. tentacles / & teeth. resurrected electric. revenge ━ squirming alive / in your mouth / strangling you quiet / from the inside out… "  these lines rewired my brain chemistry and i ordered her collection 'soft science' weeks ago and it has yet to arrived off the backorder list 💔

maggie nelson is another queer poet and author that writes in a way that holds nothing back. her poetry is not meant to be pretty; it minces no words. she gets straight to the point no fluff necessary. the argonauts and bluets are both books i read in college and have not left my brain since. both books focus on romantic relationships either in fruition or decline by employing vignettes and insight into specific moments to get a glimpse at the whole of romance, or a romance gone sour.

now i feel like my whole blog is an homage to angela carter and this is absolutely a basic choice but if you have never read the bloody chamber and other stories you are missing out on the gold standard of fantasy retellings. i am pretty sure this is the book that inspired leigh bardugo to write the language of thorns and i will die on this hill. anyway Highly recommend and again another short read that is pure atmosphere and rich in fable. 

i am sure there are a few other authors i missed on this list but this is what is coming to mind right now. thank you for question! it is always fun to talk about what i enjoy reading and hopefully you find something here that you might love and inspire you as well 💗

[darthbloodorange]

Treaty Solution

Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: Swearing, Implied Sexual Content, Mpreg (Sort of? I Guess?), Eggpreg, Xenophilia Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Different First Meeting AU, Crack Treated Seriously, Humour, Pre-Relationship, First Meetings, Interspecies Relationship (Not between Stony), Aliens, Tony Stark is So Done, Frustrated Tony Stark, Steve Rogers is a Little Shit, Steve Rogers Gives 0 Fucks (Well… He gave one and now has none 😂), Implied Bottom Steve Rogers, POV Tony Stark Word Count: 500 - Quintuple Drabble

Summery: That's it! Tony hates Captain America. He just met the guy, and he's nothing like the old war stories. Captain Rogers is just pure trouble.

For the: ✦ @tonystarkbingo Round 8 - Interspecies [Adopt]

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Tony paces, wearing a hole into the tile of the spaceship's sleeping quarters. His hands, tightly clenched, are kept firmly in his pockets. He's sure he'd start pulling his hair out otherwise, and he has an image to maintain.

Hell, how was he going to break this situation to Fury?

It was meant to be a difficult mission, yes. But fairly straightforward.

Meet the horrifyingly tentacled aliens that had shown up in their solar system. Treaty for peace. Return home, alive.

The aliens supposedly asked SHIELD for Earth's mightiest. Shield sent him and Captain Fucking America.

Tony doesn't know if the Captain America they sent him was the real deal or if SHIELD just sort of synthesized him in a lab. But he hopes it's the latter. Because this one is broken. Well, not broken... But... well...

Tony sighs, his whole body sagging. "Fuck..."

How do you tell the not-just-a-little terrifying head of a sketchy organization that you've been developing weapons for that you kind of impregnated their Captain America? Well, not him, personally. He didn't put the eggs there. But he didn't know that he had to make sure Captain America didn't go and breed with the potentially hostile Alien race they were trying to broker peace with.

Maybe he was wrong, assuming the guy was xenophobic, not xenophilic... But who'd blame him?

Tony pulls his hands out of his pockets and buries his face in them. Letting out a muffled scream.

Fury's going to kill him. Maybe Fury wouldn't do it himself... But his death warrant was signed. Maybe Fury would get that hot redhead to do it? That might be nice. Give him something pretty to look at while he goes. With his luck lately, it'll be Agent Coulson.

Tony takes several slow breaths that do nothing to settle his nerves.

Maybe he could just send Cap back to Fury and let him find out in 9 months time what happened.

...But the guy already looks 6 months along.

"Relax, Tony," The offending individual says from his stretched-out position on the bed.

Tony glares at him. "No. Nah. Uh no. First name privileges have been revoked."

Captain America rolls those damn pretty blue eyes of his. "Sure thing, Mr. Stark."

'He will not strangle Captain America! He WILL NOT strangle Captain America!!!'

"God, don't- Don't do that either. 'Mr Stark' just reminds me of my dad."

Cap just shrugs, nuzzling his face into the pillows. His right hand rubbing over the large swell of his belly.

Tony looks away, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling rising within him.

"You know, you could look just a little bit concerned about this whole situation," he says.

"We secured the treaty. Everything is on the up and up."

"It's not! Or have you forgotten the eggs in your gut?"

"I don't mind it."

"I hope it's not a chest-burster. For both our sakes."

First week of knowing Cap, he'd thought they were going to get along surprisingly well.

God, Tony hates him.

THE END

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 37 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

As we pass deeper into the forest, I notice strangling vines embrace the trunks of the great trees, ensnaring them like the tangled webbing of massive nets.

Firefly lights flicker in the misty canopy above, sickly greenish-yellow twinkles in the gloom and now and then, I glimpse a flash of movement in the corner of my eye.

Rhiannon leads us on a meandering path, keeping to the deepest shadows and frequently reminds us to be quiet but in the increasingly ominous atmosphere, not even Erickson complains.

I quickly lose track of time.

The constant and unvarying gloom beneath the gigantic trees makes it impossible to tell whether it's morning, midday or late afternoon and the only way to judge how long we've been walking is by how tired and hungry we are.

"Don't suppose they got McDonald's in this place, do ya? I'm fuckin' famished," Freya grumbles when we stop to rest at the base of a particularly massive tree, so enormous we look like insects by comparison.

The tangled, moss-covered roots that splay from its base like tentacles serve as convenient seats and the ground is relatively free of undergrowth.

"Hey, Erickson, you got a granola bar in one a' those pockets? Or some trail mix, or somethin'? Hell, I'll take a stick a' gum."

"Sorry, nah."

Erickson shakes his head.

"I'd have eaten it already, if I had."

He's been uncharacteristically quiet and cooperative since landing in the Shadowlands and I suspect he's in some kind of mental shock.

I can't blame him but I'm also not sure how long the improved attitude will last.

After a shorter rest than I'd like, Rhiannon rises from her makeshift bench and gestures for us to follow her once more.

Wearily, we obey.

"How much farther is this place?" Erickson grumbles, confirming my suspicion that the attitude change isn't permanent.

"This bitch better not be leading us in circles."

"Shut up, Erickson," I snap.

"If you want to turn back, no one's stopping you."

"I'm not going anywhere without my niece," he mutters.

"Besides, you're all thinkin' it. I'm just sayin' it."

I glare at him over my shoulder but the truth is, he's not wrong.

The impressions I got from Stephanie were like short clips or snapshots, not a seamless record.

I knew she'd run some distance through the Shadowlands to reach the pool but I didn't know if 'some distance' was one mile or ten.

Ahead of me, Rhiannon pauses and gestures once more for us to be quiet.

This time, she points up at the unseen canopy high above, hidden by a layer of mist.

At last, she pauses before another gargantuan tree.

"Are we close?" I ask in a whisper.

She nods and gestures for us to follow her as she picks her way through the tangle of roots and massive vines at the tree's base.

She ducks beneath one and disappears and when I move to follow her, I find myself staring into the black maw of a burrow-like opening.

I shrink back instinctively and bump into Erickson, who swears.

"You have got to be shitting me," he mutters.

"I am not going down there."

"I don't want to, either," I say.

"But what choice do we have?"

"I'm serious," Erickson insists, backing away.

"I got claustrophobia somethin' bad. I barely made it through the last fuckin' cave. Call me a coward... I don't care. I'll wait for y'all here. Keep lookout or whatever."

"What if we don't come back?"

"I'll take my chances," he says, stubbornly plopping down to sit on a root.

I open my mouth to point out that there might be worse things out here than in the cave but the sheen of sweat dampening his brow, the greenish tinge to his face and the shake in his hands tell me he's not lying.

He's on the verge of nervous collapse and the last thing we need is him fainting or screaming and giving us away.

"You know you'll have to go through the caves again to get out of here," I point out.

"If it's to get out of here, I'll do anything," he grumbles.

"Fine. Wait here. If we don't come out again, try to find your way back to the pool. Just remember you might not come out under the shops. You might come out under the reservoir."

Looking decidedly ill at the idea, Erickson nods.

Rhiannon reappears from the darkness, beckoning insistently for us to follow her.

"All right," I sigh.

"Time to find out how deep the rabbit hole goes."

With a last glance at Erickson, I follow her into the dark opening beneath the tree.

Dane and Freya follow close at my back.

I have to stoop and brush aside a hanging fringe of moss but the burrow-like entrance widens to a passageway almost immediately.

At first, pitch darkness meets my eyes but I quickly perceive that the darkness is not so deep and that a soft, bluish light illuminates the ceiling and walls.

The passageway appears natural, made of rough, ragged stone and cutting left and right too often for conscious design.

There's a decidedly downward slope to the floor and the farther we penetrate, the brighter the eerie glow becomes.

Soon, I identify the source as a kind of slimy fungal growth clinging to the walls.

"Bioluminescence," Freya murmurs, poking at it with her fingernail.

"Don't touch it," Dane snaps.

"That's how horror movies start."

Freya rolls her eyes at him but wipes her finger on her sleeve.

Meanwhile, Rhiannon doesn't have to tell us to stay quiet down here.

Every sound seems amplified and part of me is glad Erickson chickened out... he's a bit of a mouth breather, honestly.

[sillywolffoxwrites]

22nd of Nightal, 1368 - Day 154, Hour 20

Traveling through the wild we found a hostile pack of wolves. we were so focused on their unusual behavior, taking on our group, at such risk to themselves. Jaheira interceded and the wolves ran around us, apparently only upset we interrupted their path of flight. From treeline emerged a large, black panther, with a pair of tentacles emerging from it's back. "The closer we get to Caelar's headquarters, the more and more I wonder what in Helm's name this woman is up to!" Ferrum eyed the great cat, and advanced slowly, shield first, Hammer raised. "Jaheira, would you mind translating?" The druid stepped forward, and began to speak with the panther. "He says, he is curious..." "He is curious that- NO!" Mid translation Jaheira drew her scimitars and lunged. blades pierced the creature but no blood sprang forth. Seemingly out of thin air a new pair of tentacles appeared behind Jaheira, ramming their spiked ends onto her metal gloves. They deformed the metal, clung and ripped them right off her hands, her scimitars flinging in opposite directions. To her credit, Jaheira adapted, responding faster than any of us. She changed shape at incredible speed. I knew hypothetically many druids could turn into a wild shape - but I have never seen Jaheira do it. She exploded into the form of a bear, and charged the floating pair of tentacles. She crashed into an invisible point in the air, the illusory panther scrunching it's face in pain. Using her bulk to hold it in place, Jaheira bit hard into it's neck and locked her jaws in place, holding our foe for us. Aurelia acted the next quickest, strangling a roar with arrows. They hung into the air next to Jaheira's face. Her ursine mouth shone with blood, and it ran over the invisible creature, pooling on the floor. Weirdly, Jaheira's inner mouth was still visible, granting a rare view into a bear bite from the inside. More blood squirted from Aurelia's arrows, and the panther came into view again with a rasp and gurgle. The copy winked out of existence and the original slumped lifelessly, its green eyes still glowing in a death stare.

We took a half hour to clean ourselves up and tend minor injuries Jaheira sustained. "It felt wrong from the beginning -- that thing." Jaheira sat with M'Khiin by our fire, and the goblin put a final salve on a scrape the panther gifted to the half elf. "You know what it told me Shaman? That she was curious to see if our insides looked as pretty as our outsides. She meant to kill us. She was, intelligent enough to sound spiteful even. I heard hatred in her voice." "I don't think that cat is of our plane. Something about it is almost... fey." "Yes! I sense that too, I feel the pull of the Feywild from them but... it feels bent out of shape, hammered into an edge." I joined their circle "Neither of you have heard of this creature before?" "No, and it sounds like you haven't either. It worries me that our smart-man doesn't know." "Your what?" "You always know something about the things we run into. Like the Mushroom people." "Myconids." "See!" M'Khiin massaged her temples as she spoke. "So if you don't know what this thing is - my bet is there's powerful magic involved. Caelar may have more up her sleeve than we know. I don't like the bombs, friends." Jaheira looked down at the mention of them "I don't like them, but they might be necessary." - Yuze

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Tentacles (18+)]

FengQing | Heaven Official’s Blessing cw: non-con tentacles 15-10-2021

Day 15: C̷r̷o̷s̷s̷d̷r̷e̷s̷s̷i̷n̷g̷ / [Tentacles] / P̷r̷a̷i̷s̷e̷ ̷K̷i̷n̷k̷

General Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen were tasked to deal with a mountain demon. Reports were not fully accurate and they end up stuck in a difficult situation.

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Feng Xin and Mu Qing were not often agreeing on things, but right now they were pretty much thinking the same thing: how could Ling Wen have such a bad report of the situation on the mountain?!

Had the information been better about this demon they would have been more careful, not walk right into its territory and get captured! What were they supposed to do now that they were this restrained by the tentacles of what they assume was some kind of plant.

“You fucking idiot quit pawing at him!” fx cursed, only for mq to curse back “No one wants to be touching you!”. They fought some more, kicking at each other when the other was getting too close despite it genuinely not being each other’s fault that they were being pushed against each other.

Soon though they needed to quit arguing and trying to fight more, only to realised their powers were being cut off greatly. Really it would have been nice to know more about this thing beforehand, especially now that they could not do anything about it.

Fx was about to swear at the thing again after he finally managed to free one of his hands, only for one of the tentacles to push its way into his mouth, forcing something down his throat.

It was sticky and really sweet, nearly making him choke, he was happy when he finally managed to pull the thing out, trying to spit what was left in his mouth.

“Ah! Serve you right for always swearing like this” mq snorted as he managed to slip out of the creature clutch. He was about to run when he saw fx not moving anymore despite having been in a good start earlier to get out.

“Hey, what are you doing lazing around?” he asked, only to notice how heavy his breathing had started to be, the other god looking flushed now.

His moment of hesitation caused him to be captured again, taken back close to fx where he could see better his rather strange condition now. “Feel fucking dizzy and hot” he said with a strangled moan when a tentacle went to brush his growing erection through his pants.

Mq was about to ask what he was talking about, only for his mouth to also get stuff. He had the reflex of biting down do, the attacker quickly getting out of his mouth after still managing to drop some of the aphrodisiacs. He groaned at the punishing squeeze around him.

When he looked back up, fx was already half-naked, clothes shredded to piece as the tentacles were roaming over him, making him moan even though he was trying to bite them down. He couldn’t let mq see him like this.

But soon mq was in no better step, as naked as fx was, biting down on his lips to not let himself moan as the demon was doing everything to cause pleasure. “Wait no” he heard fx complaining, looking up only to be met with the man ass now shown towards him better, one of the apprentices dripping something on him before a thin tentacle went inside.

He was focused on fx who at first complained, before slowly starting to moan again, his hips even move with the creature, as if looking for his pleasure.

They both had already come, but mq was pretty sure the other god was still feeling as hot as he did, and it was to say, mq had drunk less than him.

He jumped a bit when he also felt something probing his ass, wanting to fight back, yet seeing how fx still seemed to enjoy himself, he decided that relaxing would probably be better, there was no one either of them would get them out anyway, better just accept it. Plus, his body was burning with arousal and if he did nothing about it, he would turn crazy.

He wasn’t sure what fx felt so good about. It felt rather weird, although he was sure the thing he had drunk before also help to make it feel somewhat pleasant.

He was about to mock fx for being so sensitive when the tentacle suddenly hit something that sent a spark of pleasure, surprising him.

Maybe he had spoken too early. 

Soon they were both moaning as more tentacles were fucking into them, fx yelping a bit when he was pulled closer to mq, their bodies nearly flush against each other.

He couldn’t control the way his hips were moving, trying to get some additional friction by hitting against mq, which the other god started doing too.

In the heat of the moment, he wanted his mouth occupied, tired of hearing his own moans and not wanting to split his lips open. He dived forward, kissing mq by surprise.

He seriously expected to be rejected but was rather pleasantly surprised when he instead responded. They might both enjoy it while they were stuck in this together.

At some point the plant seemed to want to play more with them, especially with their interesting display. They both nearly complained at the loss of the other’s lips, only for being a bit curious when they were suddenly shifted around.

Fx was going to ask what was going on, only to feel something new brushing his twitching hole, looking down only to realise the tentacles were trying to let mq push into him.

When he would normally have fought for such a thing now to happen, right now he couldn’t stop moving his hips, wanting it.

Mq was surprised by the new change, but something in him warmed at seeing fx trying to fuck himself on his dick despite still not being quit in. Soon he tried joining in, the feeling of tightness around him a delight after all this time.

The fucking session lasted until neither of them were able to come anymore, hole twitching after being emptied from all the tentacle, feeling stretched out from all the tentacle that fitted in, leaking from whatever substance the creature left deep in them.

They were laying limply on the ground after they were abandoned there by the monster who seemingly was satisfied with its collect.

It took all the energy left in fx to move so he was not laying fully on mq, hence pinning him down with his full body, although he was still half over him.

“let’s not ever mention this to anyone,” mq said. 

“agreed” fx mumbled before passing out. 

At least they could agree on two things that day.

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