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[littleinkyoctopus]

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[jester-lover]

Boys Don't Cry

comforting your boy when he needs it the most (part 1)

cw- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, body insecurities, mortality, discussions of depression, unbearably sweet

Riddle

Riddle tried to wipe his face with the edges of his bedspread, everything was going wrong. Ace and Deuce ruined his tea party, half of his guests didn’t show up, and he spilled tea all over himself. 

If his mother was here, she’d mock him for his emotion, his insolence and inability to keep his composure.

 His lower lip quivered, and he broke out into sobs again. 

The worst part of it all, however, was that you were there. You saw how he lost his temper and yelled at the freshmen, losing all of his gentlemanly composure.

He turned around and faced the long mirror against his dresser, his face was red and swollen with tears, and his nice new shirt was ruined. 

He felt like a fool.

Riddle got up out of bed, looking to go speak with Trey about further action, when he saw you standing in the doorway, a soft smile on your face. His tears bubbled up again.

“I’m so so s-sorry I didn’t mean for-”

You leaned in closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms found their place against your waist.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault, you have nothing to apologize for.”

His sobs were muffled by the shoulder of your shirt, as you kissed his hairline and rubbed his back.

“Let it all out Riddle, cry as much as you need to, I’ll be here.”

His tears quelled as your hands moved up to brush against his hair. His arms against your waist tightened.

Leona 

Leona looked out the big window in his room, he slowly undid the braids in his hair, taking deep unordered breaths.

His brother had sent a letter again, asking for him to return for a visit over summer. Deep down, Leona knew Farena had good intentions, but the idea of returning to the palace made bile rise up his throat. 

He reached for the hairbrush on his side, only to realize tears had begun blurring his vision. 

Leona couldn’t understand why he hated his brother, who had only been kind with him. Maybe it was the press constantly comparing the two of them, or the sense of inferiority he felt around him. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. He didn't want to see Farena, not when he’s finally beginning to feel content.

The tears began rolling down, and Leona wiped them off furiously. His hands were shaking and he dropped the brush back onto his bed. His shoulders shook too.

“Leona.”

His head snapped toward the door, you stood there, still and frowning. He just stared at you.

“Do you need some help with your hair?”

Leona nodded, his head down, hoping you wouldn't see the tear tracks on his face. You moved to kneel on the bed beside him, breath touching his ear. Slowly, you untangled the knots along his nape, slowly adjusting to move near his forehead, keeping your hand steady,as to not to catch a knot too fast. Leona continued to stare outside, into the falling sun. He was thinking again. 

Slowly, after you finished with his hair, you wrapped your arms around his still shoulders. He brought one of his hands to rub your arm, leaning back against your touch.

“You deserve more than this.”

His words have a sense of tiredness to them, like he’s been meaning to say them for a while.

“I’ve got everything I need, everything I could ever want.”

You can see his reflection in the glass, his smile.

Azul

The door of his office slammed shut, Azul looked at himself with disdain, breaking apart all the points of himself he didn’t like.

 The silence of his sanctuary helped him think back, to all those moments as a chubby little octopus. His thoughts turned to the stretch marks on his back and hips, and he went to go sit at his desk.

 Moments of self hatred had slowly dissipated as his career and reputation grew, but deep inside he knew he’d always be that little boy, crying his inky tears. 

He put his head in his hands. No tears came, only thoughts swirled around his head.

“Azul, would you like to help me solve this?”

You stood by the end of his desk, he didn't notice you come in, and he raised his head up to look at you. You held a small wood puzzle in your hand.

His stupid self hatred disappeared, and a feeling of warm fuzziness rose in his chest. His regular charisma returned.

“Of course I would.”

Vil

A crumpled mass of magazines littered the floor of Vil’s room, he was hunched over his vanity in a display that ashamed him. 

A new poll was entered into his favorite fashion magazine, pitting him and Neige against each other. 

Niege had won by a landslide.

Vil’s mascara ran down his cheeks, he wished you were there to comfort him, but you were busy doing whatever Crowley had planned for you. He was proud of your hard work of course, but as he desperately wiped his makeup away with cleanser, he knew he needed you by his side. 

knock knock

“U-um please wait a moment, I need to recuperate myself.”

The last thing he needed was an annoying freshman or nosy sophomore disrupting him.

“Vil, dear it's just me, could you please open the door?”

He rose out of his chair in a hurry, reaching for the door and pulling it open, quickly shutting it after you.

At this point his shoulders were heaving, and his breathing was uneven as his hands curled at his shirt, digging back into his palms. 

“Hey, hey Vil, it’s gonna be fine, it’ll all be fine.”

He reached for you quickly, pulling you against his chest, brushing his hands against your head, his other wrapped snugly around your waist. He was silent.

“What happened, Vil?”

He turned his red face towards you, grasping your face in his hands, and pressing your foreheads together until his breathing slowly turned normal again.

“I don’t know, maybe- maybe this was the final straw, I’ve just had a terrible week and now my runway shoot is delayed and I think they might drop me-”

His sobbing started up again, and he went back to hugging you, head pressed firmly into your shoulder. 

“I understand, Vil, feeling like the world is turning its back on you.”

Your fingers brushed his back, and his hands loosened.

“Around me, you're free to do whatever you need, I can never see you in a negative light.”

Vil beamed.

Idia

Idia felt himself weasel his head out of the thick bed sheets, his messy hair clearly not cared for. There was knocking on his door, and he quickly looked at the security cameras. 

It was you, looking as radiant as the sun. He looked down at his pajamas.

Slowly he opened the door, and you gave him a hug and littered kisses all over his face.

He turned a little red, and looked at the ground. By this point, he would have asked to play a game or watch an anime, but he was silent.

“Hey, Idia, are you okay? Is something wrong?”

He smiled a little at how quickly you could read his mood. Your hand moved up and grasped the side of his jaw.

“Don’t you ever want a more adventurous boyfriend?”

You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face, mouth slowly turning into a frown.

“I much prefer you, Idia.”

His face fell, tears beaded at his eyes as your second hand came up to cup his face.

Idia felt like a tall child.

“You could have anyone.”

His voice was quiet and still.

“But I only want you.”

Idia leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

Malleus

The cool night air kissed malleus’s skin as he waited for you to come out of Ramshackle. He watched you slip out of the door and come up to him, pressing a kiss against his hand. 

The only thing Malleus saw was the large bandage on your cheek. He grazed the spot with the back of his fingers.

“Child of man, what happened here?”

You laughed and grasped his hand. 

“I was walking through the forest looking for clean branches for the fireplace, and I tripped over a root.”

Malleus thought for a second, a fall of that nature wouldn't even phase him, he would probably not even fall in the first place with his natural grace.

For you however, such an incident would leave a permanent scar, he wouldn't like to think about what would have happened if you had hit your head, alone in those unforgiving woods.

Flashes of fear ran through his head, regarding your mortality and human clumsiness. 

He went quiet, even more than usual, and squeezed your hand.

Malleus knew that one day you’d leave him, grow older and slip through his fingertips like the wind. Normally he ignored such thoughts, choosing to spend every hour cherishing you, but now a sense of dread filled him and he felt weak to the power of natural order. Suddenly he turned around, giving you a firm hug around the shoulders. 

“Malleus, what’s up, are you okay?”

He kissed your head, leaning down to look at you.

“Do you ever think of your mortality?”

He could see the wires turn in your head, and you gave him a sweet smile.

“Sometimes, but then I remember how happy I am, spending all of my days with you.”

His eyes closed for a moment, before opening again.

“Your life is fickle, short, and the most valuable thing in my world.”

He parted from your embrace.

“I wish to make your life as enjoyable as possible, especially as you rule by my side.”

Malleus saw tears brimming in your eyes. He smiled.

“Your life will be spent laughing and smiling, but after it ends I will spend forever yearning for you.”

The tears fell as you leaned against him.

“I will love you until my last breath, Malleus.”

“And I will too, Child of Man.”

Sebek

“How annoying can he get?”

“Someone doesn't understand noise control.”

“Stay away from him, he’ll make your ears hurt.”

Sebek had grown used to ignoring the lingering words he heard in the halls, and he held his head up high. No matter how often he felt unimportant in human spaces, he knew he always had a place with you.

“Human! How did your classes go today?”

You smiled at him, grabbing his hand and walking alongside him.

“How can someone like them like someone like him? He’s insufferable.”

Sebek turned his head around, but whoever said it had already disappeared into the crowd of students.

He turned his head back in shame, something about being insulted around you made him feel insecure and upset.

“Whoever said that clearly hasn’t ever been passionate about anything.”

Sebek turned to look at you, he was quiet for once.

“Listen, no matter what anyone says about you, you have joy in your job in a way none of those idiots will ever feel.”

Sebek could feel his smile start to show again.

“Of course you think that! Any human would be glad to spend time with the retainer of the great Malleus Drac-”

AN/my sincere apologies to all the Kalim fans, I seriously couldn’t think of anything for him

[busiest-bee]

Sploon sona. Scrimp

They eat an obscene amount of power eggs. It’s given them Weird levels of strength. Marie saw them bend a metal pipe once with little struggle. Marie would be a little bit scared of them but they only use this strength for good/ their job (which is working as an agent under Marie/ the NSS) so she’s not too worried.

Pov: this thing and their weird gerbil baby guy are going to beat your ass to an inky pulp

Edit (7-2-24) I’ve decided that under the bear ear headband they have little dumbo octopus “ears” that they toothpick down for Lore Reason

[im-just-a-boy-guys]

two words...

mermaid sex

(FEM! DEEP OCEAN ALIEN CREATURE X OCTOPUS BOY X GUEST STARING HUMAN LATER ON)

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OCTOPUS BOY (Y/N) / PROSPECTIVE SHIFT TO / HUMAN AFAB (Y/N)/

SLIGHT TORTURE/ R@PE/VIOLENCE/KIDNAPPING/THREEWAY/CNC/FORCED INTOX/BUSH/DRUGS/CUTTING/ALMOST DROWNING/AFTER TOP SURGERY/ TDICK/EVIL, DR X PATIENT/

(The art below is not mine. It's just for reference. Human Y/N and even Octopus y/n can have any features you please, this is just how the body connects to the tentacles.)

You woke up and took a deep breath, your gills stretching with your many limbs. Each of your tentacles stretched out and curled in all sorts of directions and you moaned softly.

"MmMM!!"

You yawned, pushed your weaved seaweed blanket to the side, rubbing the gunk from your eyes and walked over to the hole in the side of your cave (a makeshift window). You opened the sea glass door you'd placed over it to let in some light.

You opened a container below the window, a sand-filled fish tank that had sunk into the ocean, and grabbed a few snails, tearing into their flesh with your sharp teeth and munching happily. Once your breakfast was finished, your many tendrils helped maneuver you across your cave floor to the sea glass door.

You Grabbed your travel bag, which was an old backpack that had fallen down into the area you lived in, meandered out of your cave and swam quickly to one of your favorite spots. on the way you danced and spun through the water, creating tickling bubbled that made you laugh.

The spot you were going to today was loaded with pufferfish. This spot was a little deeper into the darkness of the ocean than you enjoyed, but wasn't too dark. It was however next to an even darker canyon that you sworn you heard terrifying sounds coming from.

Once you arrived, you excitedly screamed and swam through the group of puffer fish, all of them puffing up, trying to wiggle away from your advances. You very carefully grabbed one, weaving your fingers between the spiked and kissing the pusher fish softly, inhaling the toxin from its lips. You went around in circles to multiple of the inflated fishes, puffing off of one after the other.

You began to feel lightheaded and watery, floating around and trying to intermingle your soul with the currents happily. You heard a soft scratching and bubbling noise from the Canyon next to you and an enchanting music of some kind. Even in your high stupor, it made you feel relaxed and intrigued. It lulled you almost, filling you with intrest.

At a distance, you saw a bioluminescent jellyfish and pulled out a jar from your pack. You trapped it in the jar and used it as a light to travel further into the giant, dark crevice. Noises sounded from every corner of the massive void and pushed your paranoia to its limits. Occasionally you'd see movement in the inky black and you'd flinch, sucking yourself against the wall. You used your tenticals to feel around at the wall, helping to guide you across the darkness.

The noises around you all stopped, leaving you with an eery silence. You froze as your heart rate picked up, thinking about whether you should free the jellyfish and try to return to the surface or keep going down. You looked up and could no longer see the light, your heart dropping at the sight of more darkness, were you even looking up?

A tendril wrapped around your waist and pulled you down harshly and fast. You clutched onto your back tightly, along with the jellyfish you were now, clinging onto.

You screamed into the void and writhed to get out of the grip of whatever had a hold of you.

______

You woke to a phone call from one of your friends, Mitchel.

"Hello?", You coaked groggily.

"Yo, we're going to a sick party tonight. You should join us. There's gonna be druuugsss!".

This made you smile as you hoisted yourself out of bed.

"Alright, I'll see if I have any free time. I'll lyk by noon ok?"

"Uhhh, hate to break it to you, but It's 1:30."

you looked at your phone and groaned.

"What? shit. Alright I'll go- where do you want to meet?"

"We'll just meet at the club. Lion's Main Oasis"

You typed it into your Map app and saw that the club was only a 10-minute drive, leaving you the whole day to prepare. You stood and walked over to your full-body mirror, examining yourself. Your top surgery scars were healing well, This excited you, now finally able to wear all of the shirts that had made you feel too feminine against a flat chest.

You grabbed your favorite white disco shirt with a large pointed collar and v-neck. and slipped it on over your shoulders. You almost cried at how beautifully it sat over your flat chest. You slipped on your brown, only slightly bell-bottomed pants. You tucked your shirt in and squealed in happiness at feeling yourself.

You took everything off and folded it neatly on a chair before wandering into the bathroom to brush your teeth and hair, thinking about having a shower. Maybe you blew it dry and curled it. If you brushed it out after, you knew it would look divine.

You wet your hair and wrapped it up in a towel. You blow-dried your hair, waiting for it to dry completely before brushing and curling it into silly-looking curls on your head.

You brushed them out and sprayed a hydrating coconut oil. You loved the smell so much. You decided to pregame by smoking and ordering some Chinese food from your favorite place.

Settling into your couch, you carefully pulled your bong from behind and pulled out your container of weed, an Indica strain that you happily ground and packed into the bowl. You held your phone in one hand, door-dashing your meal and taking the rip at the same time. You lifted the bowl and inhaled deeply, then let out your breath.

The high settled over you, and you leaned back happily as you turned on your notifications so you'd remember you ordered out.

You received many notifications and finally, your doorbell rang. After the food was dropped off and pictures were taken of it, you snatched it greedily from the door and returned to your cozy spot on the couch.

You spent the next few calm hours watching your favorite shows and vegging out merrily. you checked the time and saw that it was already 5 PM, you woke up a little from your trance and shot a quick text to the friend who invited you.

"Hey, what time do you want me to meet you guys at the entrance?"

"Hey! Yeah i forgot to tell you. Meet us there at 7:30?"

"No biggie, see you in a few hours."

With that you stood and decided the good old "everything shower", Would do you some good.

You cleaned and shaved yourself top to bottom, all except for a small patch of hair that you shaved to look like a small "happy trail" leading down to your mound. You stepped out of the shower, dried off, and lathered yourself in your best-smelling lotion.

Once everything was said and done, it was 6 PM, leaving you an hour to get dressed. You dressed in the outfit you'd picked out earlier and did a natural makeup look highlighting your masculine features, and we're happy to see that it was 7 PM, Which left you with enough time to get there and find your friends in line.

Once you arrived, you found your friends in line, and a couple of the girls commenting on how well put together your outfit was, but your male friend, Mitchell, was eyeing you.

You brushed this feeling away and tried to enjoy the night as it unfolded. You couldn't help but notice Mitchell was encouraging you to take shot, after shot, if anything alcoholic he could order for you.

As the music blared in your ears and sweat poured down your body, the night became more blurry by the minute. Mitchell had you right up against him, both of your bodies pushing and rubbing against one another.

Your forehead was against his and you could both feel each other's breath against your faces. At some point, he had pulled you over to a side couch, gently relaxing you against it before giving you a pill or two. He cooed at you softly.

"Here you go hun, this will help with a possible headache. Keeps it frome coming, you know?"

You nodded and took it with some water he'd grabbed for the two of you. You sipped on your water contentedly and noticed your limbs feeling heavier . A thick fog rolled over your mind, and what felt like your eyes.

You couldn't see that well, just shapes and cloudy figures as your vision went black.

A sharp pain bounced around in your head as you regained consciousness, and you groaned when you tried to move and couldn't. You could feel cold air brushing against your skin. Your nipples hardened with the breeze that fell across your exposed mound, then up over your chest.

A rough texture wrapped around your wrists, bounding you to something extremely blurry but looked to be a pole. The leather straps attached you to four different poles and bright lights shown above you. They were eerily similar to a hospital's lights, drawing you into a dark, uneasy feeling. A blur moved from the shadows as a man stepped by your bedside.

"Hello, dearest. I apologize for the sloppiness of your brute friend. You should've woken up an hour ago. He must've given you too much. Maybe it was the alcohol, but well, never be sure."

This man looked smaller than Mitchell but still toned, thinly framed, round glasses braced upon his nose reflecting the light back into his brown eyes.

Your eyes were working their way back to their usual sight range, the blurs fading softly into their proper shapes as you came to.

"My- head.."

You tried to sit up slightly, the restraints gripped at your skin, and you felt cold hands on your chest as the man laid you back down gently.

"Behave. You likely have a concussion. What's your name? If you don't give me one I'll have to give you one."

You sneaked and shook your head. Why would you give your name to a captor? Especially one that looked like an evil scientist. He examined you for any sign of an answer and sighed.

"Alright. You are patient number.."

He tapped his pen on his clip board as he read.

"462. So, that is what I'll call you. You're going to experience painful things. I'm going to push you to your limits, and then I will do it again. Your pain tollerance is very important to me."

He began to press in various places along your sensitive skin, pushing into your muscles, seemingly waiting for a response from you of some kind. Maybe a yelp to pain.

You assume he's doing the good old oreasure check-up to make sure you're not damaged goods.

"You see, I am a doctor. But, I've been trying to see how different transgender and transsexual bodies will adjust to pain with the integration of different hormones. With unisex transition as well, I'm running both sides of the initial two sex spectrum first. I do hate do discriminate. And of course there's no discrimination in science."

He checked your IV drip that, up till now you hadn't noticed.

"This little trinket should keep you relatively 'doped out'. Even with the restraints, we can't be too sure."

He laughed to himself, but you couldn't think of much to say, so you stayed silent.

"You sure are a quiet one. More than likely because you were born a woman, forced into the natural science of an abusive father or something. A man putting you in your place."

You scoffed. This received you a soft, side-eyed glance.

"Well, then I'm not wrong. Not that you'll be subject to that here. I'll treat you as my patient. Now, whether or not that relies on you being quiet? Well. That depends on the day."

He checked all over your body, rubbing along various muscles and ligaments. Once he'd deemed you 'undamaged,' he pulled a knife off of the table, and a leather strap. The "Doctor" stepped closer to you and held your chin.

"Open your mouth for me please."

At first, you didn't budge. This caused his hand to tighten on your face, his fingers slipping up your cheeks to hold your jaw.

"Open your jaw, or i will break it open. I need to keep those pearly whites unscathed. Sometimes, I keep them if they're pretty enough. "

You spat at him, but he used the opportunity to stick his thumbs in your mouth and pry it open, slipping the leather into it and moving his fingers before you could think to bite him.

He groaned, and he wiped the spit away from his cheek with a damp rag, wiping it again with an alcohol pad.

"Well. That was rude. I recommend you keep biting, just in case you hurt more than you're expecting."

You bit down reluctantly and squirmed against the restraints as he picked the knife up once more.

"First, I'm going to use this scalpel to leave incisions of varying deaths all over your body. Then I'll Guage your reactions. This will be a frequent test, but not the cutting itself. Just the act of me inflicting varying amounts of pain, noting your reactions, and so on."

He wrapped two extra straps, one under the line of your chest and one over your hips, tightening you even flatter against the table. The doctor then dipped the blade into your tender flesh, the bright, hot sting of the scalpel pulling your skin apart.

You screamed loudly and bit down roughly against the leather, the ache in your jaw as the pressure squeezed your teeth together.

You cried out as tears poured down your face. Why would they do this to anyone? He told you why, but how? How could he be so heartless?

He did as he said he would, leaving cuts of varying depths all over you. You screamed until your throat wouldn't let anything out past a croak and groans of anguish and sobs.

Blood trickled down your ribs, dying the leather holding you down from a rusty, tanned brown color to a reddish, auburn shade. You could feel the blood pooling beneath you on the table, and as he worked its way up your body to your arms, he thankfully left the cuts on the top side of your sensitive flesh.

The cold air current in the room swept across your freshly opened cuts and burned softly, the pain blending with the violent roaring from other parts of your skin being split.

After an hour, he'd decided he was done for the day and stretched up the deeper wounds quickly and tightly.

"This will hold you till next time. Don't move around too fast, and you shouldn't tear my stitching."

You were too tired to fight or squirm, your muscles aching from tensing up and relaxing during your 'session'. He unbuckled the straps and carried you into a metallic room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made of shiny metal sheeting.

The bed was stiff and metallic, comparable to military bunks. He laid you on it and shut a reinforced glass panel, which was locked in place with a lock and passcode for when he was finished in the cell.

You'd gone unconscious before he ever managed to get you off of the table and woke up sore the next -morning?- You didn't know what time it was. There wasn't any natural light.

Over weeks, you became the doctor's favorite and most obedient patient, finding yourself enjoying the pain he inflicted on you, in the very name of science. He told you that he'd "Given you a purpose." And "Finally, put you to some use."

One morning, he didn't retrieve you at your usual time, he would after you woke up, but he took longer. He did come. He opened your door and waited outside of it patiently.

"Today will be out last day together, 426."

You looked at him and smiled. "Y/n."

His brows raised, but he didn't react other than that but was surprised to hear your name. He nodded to acknowledge you and led you to a dark, concrete room that you'd never been in. It seemed so vast.

"Today is your last test."

Before you could even process this, a bag was swept over your head, and you were picked up, the large sack tied around your ankles. You felt the panic begin to sink into your stomach. The various stitches across your body ached and tired at themselves as the fabric of the bag bought many of them uncomfortably.

You screamed out in pain as you were thrown into or against something. You couldn't see, but it was dark and cold.

A long time had passed, but you could smell something salty, the ocean, maybe? The smell of fish and the cold ocean air swept in through somewhere, even in the dark.

Maybe you were just in the bottom of the ship, maybe in the trunk of a car. You did figure out that it was a boat after a while because of the swaying softness of the movement that began to grow stronger the further away from the land it moved.

Someone lifted the bag you were in, hanging you upside down as they threw you over someone's shoulder. Someone pulled the bag off of your body, the friction of the fabric burning your sensitive skin, ripping off a couple of scabs.

You winced as you saw the doctor, happy to see a familiar face. As you looked around and the light penitrated your sensitive eyes, you could see the ocean around you, the grey skies and clouds swimming against and into each other.

"For today's test, 'y/n'. "

Your name slipped between his lips so softly, that you needed to hear it again, but he stayed quiet for a moment, and a soft smile spread across his face. "Swim."

You flew through the air, and everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell back into the water back first. You could see the smile on his face, the cold water slamming into your back and surrounding you, then a wave tucked you under into the currents. You tried to fight your way to the surface.

"Please! Doctor!"

Crash. Another wave violently pushed you under the currents, spinning and tumbling you around. You felt a sharp pain as you accidentally inhaled water through your nose and pushed yourself one last time for air. You watched as the man you'd grown to need turned around and walked away, signaling for the boat to 'wrap it up' and leave.

"I was good! Please!"

You called out as one final wave pushed you deeper than you had the energy to swim up from. You held your breath as best you could, the brightness above you shining through the waves as the ship's shadow moved away and out of view.

The pressure was too much as you let out your last breath of air, your mind clouding as water filled your lungs. You saw flashes of your mother or what you remember of her. Would she miss you?

Your friends, your dad, and maybe even the doctor. Your childhood flashed in front of you, how simple those days were. Everything was more colorful, so bright.

You looked back up to the light that was beginning to fade the deeper you sank.

Was it always so bright?

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No matter how much you fought, you couldn't squirm away from the limb that grasped you so tightly that you leaned down and tried to fight at the tough skin, and another tendril slammed itself into your cheek, a painful ache now in your jaw and a light pulsing against your right eye from the strike.

You could see buds of light beneath you, and with that, the ginormous silhouette of whatever had hold of you. The lights grew brighter as the thing carried you into a cave. You couldn't see anywhere past the rest of the tendrils as the creature moved swiftly through the tunnels. You almost slammed into several rocks, but even if it was to avoid its own pain, the beast avoided putting its limbs in danger of being scraped or hit.

The jellyfish in your arms provided you with some comfort, even if he was likely more scared than you, blubbing around in his jar. After many minutes of weaving through dark loops, the movement slowed, and you were tossed into a rough batch of coral grown into a larger cube and a heavy, coral door slammed shut over it. Your back ached from the force, and you shifted to lay flat on the cage floor to ease the pain.

You could see through the bars now, with the help of both your jellyfish and the bioluminescent plants that draped themselves all over the cave space.

The creature spun on you, bright lines covering its face. You noticed many tiny black dots within the lines, examining you. It backed away from your enclosure, and you looked at the large feminine creature. Mounds rested along its chest like breasts but smoothed over.

There were tendrils leaving her head as if to make thick, moving strands of hair. She rested her three claws gently on your cage as she opened the little door and plucked you from it, holding you in her other 'hand'. She rotated you in all sorts of directions, looking at your private bits as well.

You tried to close your tenticals all together, your face turning bright red. She tossed you back in and let the door close once more.

You looked around the cave once more and in the corner, there was a large, flat space. It was covered in thick moss that swayed in the water, and a- person?

You thought you saw someone over there. Your eyes blurred and lost focus as you stared at the blob of color in the grass.

The creature was maneuvering small things around, little trinkets she'd likely found from the humans, you thought. She clearly doesn't get out much.

She moved back over to you and tucked her tendrils and tenticals between her legs, retreating a slick substance. With a couple more of her wiggly limbs, she grabbed hold of each of your tenticals, holding them apart as hers explored you.

They slipped up and down your chest and face, then back down to your underside. You tried to help in protest, but once you mouth opened, she pushed a tendril in.

Your mind fogged over, and she churred softly, clearly happy with herself or just at the feeling of the warmth of your mouth. She moved the limb carefully in and out of your mouth, across your tongue, and in your cheeks.

You moaned softly and gently rested your hands over the large limb, after a moment stroking it softly.

She rubbed gently over your hole, pushing in softly, teasing you with her slick. You produced some of your own, your hole gripping softly at the tip of her tentacle.

You found yourself grinding needily across the exited limb. A piercing pain shot up through your stomach right to the base of your neck, almost as she filled you deeply, thrusting violently in and out of you. It was like she didn't know anything about boundaries. I just wanted to play around with you and maybe test you out.

You'd always thought of things like this happening, someone taking you and doing what they pleased with you and keeping you around for the occasional fun. However, you also had many responsibilities.

Now, that was all gone. You only had to worry about here and now as the aphrodisiac in her slick entered your bloodstream.

If you were getting off before, you sure were now. Your hole desperately produced even more wetness to lubricate the large woman as best you could. You looked over at her, over her body, to see her rubbing and thrusting the last couple of tenticals inside of herself. She churred more as she pleasured herself.

You sucked harder on her tendril to hopefully try and help. She was making you feel so good, and you wanted to give some of that pleasure back to her.

You were high off of her, feeling like you were floating pleasantly in her grasp as orgasm rushed over your body.

Your hips spasmed as you came harshly over her tentacles, clenching around them and riding out your orgasm.

A thick liquid burst into you, warm and wonderfully filling as she came with you. She let go of you and pulled her tentacles out of the cage.

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You woke up in a dimly lit, blue-colored room. If you didn't know any better, you'd say you were underwater.

You remembered flashes of what happened, wondering if the doctor had retrieved you for more tests and if someone had saved you. You blinked, trying to focus your eyes. To your left was an odd-looking- container? With someone inside of it.

You took a deep breath to speak, Your lungs didn't breathe. You felt your neck gape softly as your gills spread. You clapped your hands over them and found it had the same effect as covering your mouth and nose, so you let go.

"I was dead - I was dying - I was dead - what happened to me?"

As you spoke, a large alien-like woman rose from the depths of the cave and picked me up. You examined yourself and saw a strange mark on your arm, maybe teeth? But you couldn't tell.

The alien pushed you against the wall, and the cold stone shocked your spine. It knocked the wind out of you for a moment as six different tentacles held and investigated you, four of them helping to pin your legs, two of them exploring all of you.

They found every entrance and exit and pleasantly rubbed over them. One rubbed itself across your lips softly while the other carefully flicked your T-dick.

You cried out softly as your sensitive clit was given some much-needed attention while the other tentacle stroked over your asshole and the entrance to your pussy.

You tried to squirm against the grip of the alien woman, but to no avail as she took the two tendrils and dipped them deeply into herself.

She spread her legs and allowed you to watch as she plunged her tendrils in and out of herself, and they emerged with a slimy coating on them.

The woman pressed one of the tentacles against your lips again, running softly along your lip line, begging for entry. The other wrapped around your T-dick and stroked it softly. The feeling was astronomical, sending sparks through your body.

You came to figure out, that this was her as well. Her face pulsated with her glow, and small zaps from here and there would cause the lights to glow brighter.

Your nipples hardened at the sensation, her smaller tentacles gently flicked at and tugged your nipples.

You opened your mouth slightly, and she happily took the invitation, pushing her tentacle into your throat. You gagged around it, and she seemed to enjoy the feeling, forcing it deeper into your throat. You gagged once more and tried to swallow around her, hopefully, to make the choking feeling less painful.

Breathing, thankfully, wasn't an issue as your gills opened up to intake as much air as they felt like. The tentacle thing that was giving your dick attention could sense the heat from between your legs. It pushed itself into you excitedly, moving around inside of you.

You moaned out lewdly over the tentacle in your throat as the last tentacle softly wrapped around your neck, squeezing for further stimulation for itself. This covered a couple of your gills, giving off the same effect that choking you usually would.

Only a small amount of oxygen was cut off from your brain, but it was heavenly, pushing you to a new high as the aphrodisiacs kicked through your system, drowning you in lust.

You drooled over the tentacle in your throat and your pussy gripped harshly at the tendril that filled into what you could've sworn were your guts, you squirted into the water and against one of the sucker's that sucked softly at your G spot.

The tentacle pulled out and cupped a sucker over your T-dick, overstimulating you. She still wouldn't let you move and forced you to let her have her way with you as she moved her other tentacles in and out of your mouth and throat.

Thick, glowing liquid spewed into your throat and against your tongue as she came into your mouth and let go of your gills.

The creature dropped you back onto the bed of moss and opened the small cage, pulling out a half-octopus boy.

You looked over him, and without hesitation, she tossed him over to you expectantly, and both of you stared at the alien confused. One could assume what she wanted but you weren't too sure.

She used two tentacles, one to hold onto one of his, the other to spread your legs. She examined his tentacle to make sure there wasn't a tentacle on the end and approvingly gestured for his tentacle to fill you.

He looked at you apologetically and wrapped two tentacles around your legs, pushing the one inside of you gently. He sighed softly as if it was one of the best things he'd ever felt. He held your hips tightly with his hands and began to push his tentacles in and out of you.

You looked to the right to see the creature with her legs open once more, her tentacles busy pleasing herself, many of them just rubbing all over her body, one of them between her legs and another around her won gills as she watched the two of you.

The boy pulled you closer to him, his face right up next to yours as he breathed. The aphrodisiac was still in both of your bloodstreams, pushing you into each other almost against your will.

------

He was so warm, surrounding your tentacle with her walls, and they grasped so delicately around you. Your other tentacles sucked at the strange boys' supple skin.

You'd seen something the creature did and used one of your sucker's over the small bulb above his hole. He cried out beautifully, the sound filling your ears as you moved, only fueling your movements as you explored his insides.

At the end of the tunnel you filled, there was a very tight hole that you pressed the tip of your tentacle into with each thrust. It rubbed the sensitivity of your tip so well, driving you crazy.

You looked down at his thighs, now covered in small bruises and red marks from your sucker's, but you were hungry for more, one of your last few usable tentacles wrapped around his neck and held his face close to yours, brushing your lips against his.

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His lips were so soft, and you couldn't help but whine and moan as his tentacles writhed around inside of you, tugging at your orgasm desperately. You kissed him roughly, wrapping your arms around him, letting him do as he pleased with you.

You peeked to the side as the two of you kissed, watching the large Alian woman use herself more vigorously, apparently pleasantly close to climax.

You could understand the sentiment as your clit throbbed against the boy's suckers, moaning loudly into his mouth as you came around him and held him tighter.

------

As you felt the grip of the man's hole around you tightened you slipped your tongue into his mouth, your tongues entertaining. You gripped her legs and pressed the tip of your tentacle roughly into his cervix, cumming inside of him. Your hot, sticky cum gathering in his womb around you.

The Alien next to the two of you thrusted four of her tentacles at a time into herself, she churred and screeched softly as she squirted into the water around her, watching this, your face turned a deep red as you and your new mate watched. Both of your orgasms couldn't seem to relent, riding out your orgasms together.

Both of you breathed harshly, laying with each other after you had finished and the large woman wrapped around the two of you on the moss bedding, her tendrils happily stroking the two of you. They wondered and gently massaged you, trying to be of some comfort.

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As you felt the woman's tentacles over and around you and cuddled tightly against the octopus-boy happily and kissed his head, the tentacles came close enough to your face. You littered kisses over the two of them wherever you could reach and fell asleep between the two creatures.

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(SUPER FUN FACTS THAT HELP THIS STORY BE ALITTLE MORE TRUE )

Scientists have given octopi (multiple octopuses), Ecstacy, and it does have an effect on them

Much like dolphins, they also get high off of pufferfish.

Octopi like to be deeper in the oceans, but some like shallower waters, and of course, they can find pufferfish pretty easily along the ocean floor.

The hectocotylus arm is where an octopus (males) keeps their sperm to put into females. :)

Thank you so much for the wait everyone. I love all of you so much! Sorry, this took me so long to get out <3 Enjoy.

(Feel free to request ANYTHING.)

[lostfirefly]

Friday it's a perfect day for a good smut! Buggy came back home) nsfw part is included

Buggy stumbled blindly into the dark bedroom, his vision obscured by the inky blackness of the late hour. Exhausted from a long day's trip, he clumsily made his way across the room, his tired feet catching on the leg of a chair beside his desk. 

"Fuck!" he cursed out loud, the sharp pain of the impact shooting through his foot. Overcome by frustration, he lashed out, kicking the offending chair with a muffled thud. "Fucking chair!" he muttered angrily under his breath, berating the inanimate object as if it were somehow to blame for his own lack of awareness. 

Pausing for a moment, he strained to listen, his ears picking up the soft, steady breaths of sleeping Catherine, in the bed across the room. Realizing he had not woken her, Buggy exhaled a quiet sigh of relief, carefully making his way around the chair and towards the mattress, desperate to collapse into the comfort of sleep and escape the long day.

“Fuck! Finally!” He groaned into the pillow, moved his body closer to Catherine, and placed his hand on her waist. “My cot—” 

“Oh dear god!!!” Сatherine jolted awake with a start, her heart racing as she instinctively elbowed Buggy in the nose, grabbing a plush, tentacled stuffed octopus - and swung it forcefully at the unsuspecting figure lying beside her. 

“Fuck!!” Buggy grabbed his nose.

"Who are you?!! Get out!!" She kicked away the body lying next to her in fear, and Buggy fell to the floor with a crash. “Get out! I’ll cut you!! I have a knife!!”

“Fuck!! Are you out of your mind??” Buggy rose slightly from the floor.

“What?! Who are you?!! Get out!!” Catherine spanked the body with the stuffed toy several times.

"Ouch! For what, cotton candy?" the muffled voice protested, clearly caught off guard by Catherine's unexpected attack. 

Blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes to the darkness, Catherine leaned in closer, squinting to make out the familiar features of her boyfriend. "Buggy? Is that you?" she questioned, her voice laced with both concern and confusion. 

"No,” Buggy let out an exasperated sigh, “It's not me, it’s the king of the pirates," he said in a sarcastic tone. “Fuck, woman! You are so strong, even though you are small and skinny. Shit! My body!” 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow." She hugged the octopus.

"I’m sorry that I decided not to stay the night and went home right after the party. Should I leave?" Buggy giggled, climbing onto the bed. "Cotton candy?" He listened to the silence. "Catherine? Why are you silent?"

Smack. Squeal. Smack. Squeal. Smack. Squeal.

“Hi, hi, hi!!” 

Smack. Smack. Smack. 

"Fuck! I knew it would be like this!" Buggy tried to dodge Catherine's attack. "Woman, calm down!"

Catherine turned on the lamp on the nightstand and saw Buggy sitting on the bed. “HI-I-I!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Hi!” He waved at her. 

Squeal. Smack. Squeal. Smack,

“Geeez!” 

“I’m so happy you're back!!”

“Really?” Buggy chuckled. “You threw me out of bed, little shit! And punched me in my nose.” 

“Shit! Sorry!” Catherine quickly examined his face. “Everything is fine.” Smack.

“See, you missed me so much that you came early." 

“I didn't miss you, I just wanted to go home.” Buggy growled.

“Liar!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “How were all the shows? How were your bar parties? Did any fan girls hit on you?” 

“I don't have fan girls! Stop mocking me!”

“No, you have! I saw them!” Smack. Smack. Smack. 

“Stop doing it!!” Buggy rolled his eyes. 

“But I missed you!” Catherine started stroking his hair. “Oh, shit! You must be hungry.” 

“Nah. Stopped at a cafe to have a snack.” Buggy exhaled. “Fuck! I'm tired, Cathie-pie. All I want to do is sleep." He sighed as he kicked off his boots, pushed the covers aside and crawled under them. "Damn, I don't even have the strength to undress. Fuck it! I’ll sleep in jeans and a t-shirt."

Catherine immediately snuggled closer to Buggy and wrapped her arms around him. "I saw every single article in the paper. I'm so proud of you!!"

Buggy immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. "Yeah. Well.. What did you do without me?”

“As you know, went to our bar. Nice men flirted with me. One even offered to go away with him.” Catherine looked at Buggy's displeased face. "Oh, god! You should see yourself now, clown.“ She laughed. “I missed your unhappy face. If you saw this man, you would tear him apart. I love it when you're jealous!" 

"I'm not jealous! I'm a grown and scary man! A grown man can't be jealous!” Buggy kissed her in the top of her head. 

"A grown and scary man can't be, but you're!” Catherine giggled. “Come on! You're jealous of me, even with a plush Buggy." She picked up the toy and twirled it in front of his face.

“Stop calling that fucking pink bastard by my name!!” Buggy grabbed the toy and shoved it into the nightstand drawer. 

"But I love your name. It sounds unique. Buggy… Buggy. And you always hug me like an octopus.” Catherine ran her fingers over his cheek. “Tell me how it all went?” 

“Meh, okay. Cities, people, applause."

“My favorite clown under his favorite spotlights, yeah?”

"Kind of. By the way, I brought you a present." Buggy sent his hand in his bag and pulled out some candy. "Here."

“Wow! Lavender cream candies?” Catherine kissed him on his nose. “Thank you!”

“And one more gift.” Buggy sent his hand into the bag again. “Here. I bought it in some souvenir shop near a local bar.”

"A notebook and a mug with Egyptian symbols on it? And a picture frame with symbols on it? Woah! Amazing!! Thank you!!" Catherine pecked him on the lips a few times. "Wow! The frame is amazing. I wanna put our picture together in this. Can I put our picture together in this?”

“Meh, ok. It’s your frame after all. And you can write down your favorite Egyptian stupid things in a notebook.” 

“Oh, look, there’s an inscription here.” Catherine ran her fingers over the lines. "Listen. It says. 

Like Hathor, with her ancient light,You bring the day to my darkest night,A symphony of souls entwined,In the tapestry of love, we're designed. 

So here I stand, my truth laid bare,With every breath, a whispered prayer,Like Hathor is goddess of love above,In every heartbeat, I say: I love you.” Catherine looked at him with wet eyes. “Oh my god, Buggy…” 

“What?” Buggy looked at her with a question in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck!! Stop doing this, woman!! What's wrong with you?!”

“Love!” Smack. “Love!” Smack. “Love, love, love you!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Thank you for this wonderful gift. And the inscription... I know it's hard for you to say all these romantic things sometimes, but don't worry, okay? I know you love me, and I cherish the way you say it to me.” 

“There was no way! I had no idea what was written!!” Buggy groaned. “I just saw that dude and took this notebook! I remember how much you like these men with fucking bird’s heads.”

“Blue-haired liar!” Catherine looked at Buggy and ran her hand over his bandana. "You know, the house is completely different without your grumbling and morning pestering. It is so quiet. I never thought that I would get bored in silence. Even reading a book without listening to you rattling everything in the kitchen or your chewing is very sad." Catherine moved closer. "I'm so glad you're finally home." She kissed him on the lips and ran her hand over his shirt. “Wow! My Buggy Bear is so tense.” 

“This’s still a terrible nickname, by the way.”

“I don’t care. I love your nickname.” Catherine gazed affectionately at Buggy as she ran her soft, delicate hand across his taut, muscular stomach. She could feel the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt, and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as he relaxed under her touch. 

"My little bear has been driving for hours," she murmured tenderly, her fingers tracing the firm contours of his sides. “To see his Cathie-pie earlier.”

Buggy let out a contented sigh, the tension in his body slowly starting to melt away. "Oh, yeah, cotton candy. So good," he mumbled, his words slightly slurred as he drifted further into a state of blissful relaxation. 

Sensing Buggy's fatigue, Сatherine gently slapped his back, an invitation for him to lie down on his stomach so she could tend to his weary muscles. Buggy complied, rolling over with a heavy sigh, and she immediately climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Digging her fingers into the firm flesh of his back, Catherine began working out the knots and kinks, her touch working wonders to soothe his aching body. As she kneaded and massaged, she could feel the stress and strain slowly ebbing away, replaced by a deep sense of calm and tranquility. Catherine loved these quiet, intimate moments when their bond grew ever stronger, each of them reveling in the simple pleasure of being together, of caring for one another, and of finding solace in each other's embrace.

“So good, cotton candy.” Buggy exhaled. 

Catherine slowly ran her hands down his sides, feeling the contours of his body beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was a simple gesture, one filled with warmth and tenderness, but it was interrupted when Buggy suddenly took her hand in his. The connection sparked an instant wave of concern within her.

“What? Did I do something wrong? Did I touch the scars too hard?” Catherine asked, her voice laced with anxiety. 

She had become acutely aware of the delicate balance between comfort and discomfort, the weight of his past resting heavily between them.

Buggy shook his head, squeezing her hand slightly to reassure her. “No.” 

The word was simple, but it carried a depth of feeling that seemed to resonate in the quiet space around them. Yet, as his gaze drifted for a moment, she could see that his thoughts were elsewhere, lost in memories that he had yet to share. 

“I missed home,” Buggy said softly, the admission hanging in the air like a fragile truce between them. 

It was a moment that echoed with unspoken stories, the scars on his skin bearing witness to a life of challenges, loss, and longing. In that silence, Catherine felt a growing desire to bridge the gap between their worlds, to help him find solace in her presence, even as he navigated the shadows of his past.

Catherine leaned over and kissed his head. “Me and home missed you too.” 

"You know, everyone in the circus has a vacation week. I’ll stay home.” 

Catherine kissed his head again. "Sounds great.” She slowly moved her lips to his neck. “Feel better now?”

“Yeah.”

“What about now? Is this better?” Catherine moved her lips to his back and kissed him on one scar, then on the other.

“Catherine, don't.” Buggy gently tried to stop her.

“Why?” She kissed the scar again.

“I don't know. Aren't you disgusted?”

Catherine sat up a little and ran her hands down his back. "My love, don't say such horrible things. You will never disgust me."

In a swift, decisive motion, Buggy easily flipped her over onto the soft, plush bedding, his strong frame now hovering confidently above hers. 

“Hey!” Catherine squealed. “What the fuck? Can't control yourself, huh? Can't wait until the morning? How did you survive a week without me?” 

Catherine's fingers grazed the soft fabric of the bandana, feeling the texture that had become a part of him. With a gentle tug, she removed it, letting Buggy's long blue hair cascade freely around his shoulders like a vibrant waterfall. The bright strands shimmered in the light, catching her breath as she took in the sight. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. Her legs intertwined with his, a playful entanglement that mirrored the flutter of her heart. It was as if they were creating their own little universe, where nothing else mattered but the shared rhythm of their breaths and the unspoken promises lingering in the air. Each heartbeat echoed their desire, a silent affirmation of the bond they were forging, unbreakable and beautiful in its simplicity.

“Hi.” Buggy said quietly. 

“Hi.” Catherine laughed. “I thought you were tired."

“I don't know,” Buggy shrugged, “You've got me confused with someone else.”

Their eyes locked with a smoldering intensity as Buggy lowered his head, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. The initial tenderness quickly gave way to a more urgent, primal need as his kisses trailed down the delicate column of her neck, eliciting a soft gasp that only fueled his desire. With a sense of growing impatience, Buggy hastily shed his jeans, Catherine’s pyjama pants soon joining them on the floor, leaving nothing to impede their heated union. In one fluid motion, Buggy pressed his hips forward, a groan of pleasure escaping him as he felt himself enveloped by her warm, welcoming embrace. 

“Welcome home, little Buggy!” Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, narrowing her eyes playfully. 

“Hey! He's not little!” 

“Oh, I knew you'd latch onto those words, blue-haired pervert!” Catherine bit his bottom lip. 

“Say that again and I'll leave him in you, red-haired bitch! And we will check if it's a little Buggy or not!” 

“You won't dare!” Catherine squinted her eyes.

“Do you really want to check?” Buggy shrugged. 

“Seriously? You've been gone for a week. Are you going to fu—” Catherine didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence, because Buggy smashed his lips into hers, started moving his hips. 

“I hate you!” Catherine moaned near his lips. 

“Oh, I'll survive this somehow” 

Their bodies moved together, every touch and caress stoking the flames of their building ecstasy until they were both consumed by the all-consuming fire of their shared passion.

Buggy strained with the effort, every muscle taut as he fought to maintain his control, but the primal urges coursing through him were becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Catherine's nails raked down his back, eliciting a guttural groan as the dual sensations of pleasure and pain threatened to shatter his willpower. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, hips undulating in a timeless rhythm as their passion built to a fever pitch. 

“I missed you so much!” Catherine whispered, her lips found Buggy's neck, hot and insistent, punctuating each urgent thrust with a needy moan that sent electric jolts of desire straight to his core. They both lost in a haze of sweat-slicked skin and ragged breaths, teetering on the precipice of release. 

“Damn, Cathie-pie, it was so hard to be far away from you.” Buggy groaned, pressing her body closer to him, picking up his pace. 

In the heat of the moment, the rhythm of their connection echoing the emotions that pulsed between them. 

"So good to feel you," Buggy murmured, the urgency in his voice palpable as he started thrusting deeper, igniting a fire within Catherine that she had longed to feel. Each movement was a testament to their desire, every gasp a confirmation of the bond they shared. "I missed you. I love you," he breathed, the words tumbling from his lips like a long-awaited confession. 

“I know. Don't wor– ry. Love you… oh, fuck.. too.” Catherine felt a rush of emotion surge through her, his declarations intensifying the pleasure that enveloped them both. "Don't stop, please. I want you," she urged, her voice a mix of desperation and longing, begging for more as the intensity built higher. "Fuck me, please," Catherine pleaded, her heart racing, the warmth of his skin against hers amplifying every sensation. 

Each thrust, each whisper, drew them closer, intertwining their souls in a dance of love and yearning that seemed to transcend time. One final, forceful thrust, and then another, and the wave of ecstasy crashed over them, washing away all coherent thought as they surrendered to the primal bliss of their shared climax.

As Buggy tumbled down, his full weight pressing against Catherine, he instinctively buried his face in the soft curve of her neck. The familiar scent of her skin and hair enveloped him, comforting and familiar. Catherine responded by wrapping her arms around him, pulling him in closer until there was no space left between them. In that moment, all the tension and uncertainty melted away, replaced by a sense of profound belonging. It was as if every part of Buggy that had been searching and longing had finally found its match, its missing piece. Catherine's embrace encompassed him completely, shielding Buggy from the outside world and making him feel utterly at home. There, with his face nuzzled against her neck and her heartbeat pulsing steadily against his own, he was exactly where he was meant to be - safe, secure, and perfectly content. All the worries and fears that had been weighing him down seemed to dissipate, leaving behind only the warm, encompassing sensation of being held by the one person who made him feel truly whole.

“You okay?” Catherine asked quietly.

Buggy nodded, rolling over onto his back with a heavy sigh, and immediately pulled Catherine close. 

She curled up and pulled the blanket tighter around them both. “So happy you're home.” 

"What? Missing your sex god?" Buggy said with a proud laugh. 

"Why do you always ruin romantic moments, jerk?” Catherine slapped him gently. “And by the way, put on your pants!” 

“But why? Should we continue?" 

"No! How do you do this? You came home and bam! You've undressed me." Catherine barely reached her pants, pulled them up and looked at Buggy's neck. “Damn! You have to tie your circus scarf on." Catherine giggled, running her finger down his neck. "I overdid it a little.”

“My Cathie-pie is a naughty girl.” Buggy ruffled her hair. 

“It's your fault, clown!” Catherine brushed his hand away. “Pants, please!” 

“Fine!” Buggy’s hand brought his pants and he reluctantly pulled on his pajamas. “So?” He pulled Catherine close again, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Do we have plans for tomorrow? Want to go on your stupid walk?" 

“Really?!” She rounded her eyes in surprise. “I want! I really want!! I love walking with you, holding your hand, and watching everyone envy me because I have the coolest man in the world!"

Buggy kissed her head. “Cathie-pie..”

“What, my Buggy Bear?”

“I’m hungry. Can you make me pancakes?” 

“Sure! But for me to make you pancakes, you need to do one thing.” 

“Which one?”

“Stop grabbing my ass!” 

[nomstellations]

idea: Shiver or Fyre eating a team of people who won a 100x for them as a reward

"Are you for eel?! Seriously?"

"Come on, we all agreed on a gimmick for our rewards! Don't tell me you're chickening out already...I thought you were team bunnies~" The octoling smiled smugly, knowing her cheekiness would get a rise out of her bandmate.

"Quiet, Shivs! I never back down from a challenge! It's just..." The idol looked over at the little group of excited inkfish. They had all agreed on an extra reward to encourage people to join their teams and reward their hard work, and hers just so happened to be...a seafood dinner with Ms. Onaga herself. They just got to be the dinner! But all teams were a group of four, and as much as she hated to admit it...she wasn't sure if she could handle that much.

"It's not going to be an issue? Great! I'm headed back, Big Man's all alone out there...enjoy your meal!" With that, the idol was left alone with her team. She stared pensively at them, trying to figure out the best approach. As feisty as she is, she's never one to go back on her word...

"Can't you all like...I dunno, shrink or something? We'll be here all night if I go one at a time!" The group looked at each other for a moment before one of the inklings shifted into their squid form. The rest followed suit, though some were bigger than others...it was a lot more manageable like this. She walked over, picking up the smallest squid. "Congrats on that sick 100x win! You guys already got your float pic, so here's part 2 of your reward!"

Opening her mouth wide, she lifted the squid over her head and lowered them in. Careful to not nick them with her fangs, the squid was easily squeezed inside and sucked down with one slurp! They slid down her throat without any fuss, and she sighed in relief. It was a good thing inkfish were so inky and slippery in their swim forms... "Alright! Who's next? I've got plenty of room for the rest of you!" The first one barely made a dent! This would go well, obviously.

A reddish octopus inched forward, slightly larger than the squid she just swallowed. Their tentacles were pretty long, but it shouldn't be a problem! Frye picked them up, opening her mouth wide and pushing them in just the same. They were too big to suck down easily, so she worked them down with gentle gulps, slurping on their tentacles as they slid their way down her throat. "Ahh..." She could feel them filling her stomach, squirming around with the squid as her stomach expanded to fit both meals. This was about where she'd normally stop eating, but there were two more members of their team left...she's gorged on more for less though, and that octoling tasted pretty sweet...

Without needing to ask, the other octoling offered themselves up, seemingly excited at the prospect of being eaten. She's not one to say no to a free meal...when she lifted them up to her mouth, they did the work for her by inching inside. Maybe it was from fullness, or maybe it was because they tasted really good, but she took her time with swallowing them. Deep gulps slowly pulled them down her throat to join the other two, and she rested a hand on her full stomach. It was obvious with how it bulged and wriggled that she had eaten someone- rather, several someones- and she was just about at her limit...but there was one person left! She wasn't done yet, even though she was definitely ready to just lay down and sleep this off.

"U-um...Miss? You don't have to eat me, you look pretty full..." The last squid nervously offered. Maybe they were scared...the idol shook her head, giving them a confident smile. "No way! I never let my fans down! You'll be just fine, look." She moves over to the blue squid, lifting them up and letting them rest against her stomach for a moment. It was definitely noisy, burbling and grumbling around all the inkfish inside, but they were unharmed. "See? They're alright! My stomach knows friends from food. I'll let you guys out soon so you can get right back into the fight!" While still apprehensive, the little squid nodded when they saw her reassuring smile. "Alright, that's my team for ya! Down the hatch!"

Rather than take her time, she decided to get it over with quickly and just guzzle them down. She was as careful as always to make sure her fangs didn't nick them, but she quickly slurped and swallowed until there was nothing left outside but some bluish ink on her face. Frye sighed and groaned, flopping onto her back as she was stuffed to the limit. Her stomach wasn't complaining- it was all too happy to knead and churn around the group of inkfish that were packed inside. She rubbed at her overfull stomach and sighed again, unable to stifle a burp thanks to all their movement. How on earth was she supposed to perform when she couldn't even move?

[airandyeah]

By The Beach Merman Nanami X Reader pt.3

Part one: Here , Part two: Here Warnings: Mentions of sea witches, not-okay deals, coral reef village, MERMAN GOJO SATORU AND TOJI!!!, princess and the frog song quotes, uh, yeah. :) lemme know if I missed anything I should add <3

Nanami's pov: Third Person- Once he arrived home, he immediately sought treatment and afterwards was sent to see the king and elders. They chastised him... He had gone too far away from their living space, and that's why he got hurt. He told them of that... Woman. Yes, the.... pretty woman. She freed him, but in turn she made him feel like he was on fire, it burned so badly. That was all weeks ago now. He was sat in the small, and only bar they had here. There was a beautiful merwoman playing a song she had picked up from her grandmother, another merwoman who would always get too close to shore, but she learned the humans music that way. He thought about the woman from that day. Her pretty H/C hair, with those soft E/C eyes.... She seemed so upset. He wanted to see her again. She did save him... But how would he do that? He remembered tales of a man around here... a witch. He used to associate with far-away sirens, made friends with murderous merfolk, and finally settled here... Maybe he could make a deal to meet that woman again. Before he could get up to act on his thoughts, he suddenly heard that annoying, no good, motherfu- "Hey, Nanamin!!!", The voice cuts through. Nanami looks up and is met with white hair and the bluest of blue eyes.... Gojo Satoru. The most annoying, no good, mother- "Say Nanamin, you got a lady yet? The lil lady over there', he points in some unknown direction, 'was wonderin' if you were single. She thinks you're pretty... attractive, y'know?", Gojo asks him with that grin of his that Nanami just wanted to punch so badly a tooth or two fell out... "I'm single, but tell her I'm not interested...", Nanami told him. Gojo walks off to leave him alone. And he leaves. ~~~ A few days later he was knocking on the sea witches door. He needed to see that woman. Needed to thank her... in some way. A man answers the door... the witch. He wasn't expecting what he saw... A buffed up man, and where Nanami would normally find a tail, there sat inky black octopus tentacles. The man had black hair, black eyes, and he had a scar run along his lip. He also had a very... odd looking purple eel wrapped around his body. The witch smirks at Nanami and open the door wider to allow him in. Nanami tells the witch about the woman, and how he wants to be a part of the world she lives in... He wants.... Legs. The sea witch told him that he could do it. On the condition that he could make the woman fall in love with him within 2 months, he could keep the legs and stay with the woman. Nanami laughed. This man was joking right? There's no way he could 1. actually give him legs, or 2. expect him to make her fall in love when he can't even speak the same language. "Don't you disrespect me, little man.", The sea witch told him with a growl. "I can make the impossible happen, I promise ya, You're in my world now not your world and I got friends on the other side!", The water stirred around them, it felt dangerous. But Nanami was willing. Nanami nods at the man and he continues "Then sit down at my table, put your mind at ease, If you relax it will enable me to do anything I please", He did as the man instructed and sat at the small table. The witch goes on about the terms of the deal as he writes the terms down he continues talking.... In but a few moments, Nanami signed the papers and the man reached out his scarred hand "Shake my hand, come on boy, won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?", Nanami reached out his hand and clasped it with the witches. The water stirred more violently now, the man was cackling and Nanami felt he might throw up... "You're changin', You're changin', You're changin', all right! I hope you're satisfied, but if you ain't don't blame me!! You can blame my friends on the other side!", The man says, before Nanami's whole world goes black... ~~~ Thoughts????

[ser3nityst4r]

Azul’s Backstory

Azul loved the water. It swirled around him, a comforting weight against his eight strong legs. He loved the way the coral reefs shimmered, the way schools of fish darted through the kelp forests. But most of all, he loved the quiet solitude of his secret grotto, a place where whispers of magic danced on the current.

But this peace was often shattered.

“Eww, look! It’s the inky octopus boy!”

Two mermaids, giggled as they swam past, their tails swishing with an irritating grace. Azul shrank back into his grotto, his heart a lead weight in his chest. Wishing to return to his usual state of being holed up into his octopot.

“Why does he even come here? The water gets all murky when he cries.”

“He’s probably just jealous he can’t swim as fast as us.”

Their cruel laughter followed him like hungry sharks. Tears welled up, threatening to spill and release the shameful ink that stained his reputation. He hated how easily he cried, how different he was from the sleek, graceful mermaids around him.

“They’re just ignorant,” Azul muttered to himself, clutching a worn, leather-bound book. It was a grimoire, filled with ancient spells and incantations. While other mer-children chased each other through coral arches, Azul devoured knowledge. He may not have been the strongest or the fastest, but he had eight nimble legs perfect for deciphering complex magical symbols and inscribing potent runes.

Years passed. The taunts continued, but Azul learned to find solace in his studies. He mastered spells that could manipulate water, control light, and even alter appearances. He learned of ancient pacts, agreements forged in magic, where power could be bartered and traded.

One day, a pair of eels, twins with mismatched eyes and sly smiles, stumbled upon his grotto.

“Look, Floyd, it’s the little octopus,” drawled the eel with jade green eyes.

Azul tensed, ready to unleash a blast of ink, but the other twin, Floyd, with eyes like the shifting sea, surprised him.

“Wow, what are those circles on the shells?” Floyd asked, swimming closer. “Is that your signature spell?"

Jade peered at the intricate patterns Azul had painstakingly etched onto the seashells. “Look at this, Floyd. Spells for changing forms, for stealing voices… this little octopus has been busy.”

Azul glared at them, his tentacles twitching nervously. “Don’t touch those! They’re not toys!”

Jade chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “We wouldn’t dream of it. But tell me, little octopus, what exactly are you planning to do with all this power?”

Azul puffed out his chest, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m going to become stronger than anyone, even the Sea Witch herself! Then I’ll make them all pay for laughing at me!”

Floyd and Jade exchanged a look. They saw something in Azul, a spark of ambition that they found intriguing.

Years later, the whispers in the coral hallways had changed. No longer were they whispers of mockery, but whispers of awe, fear, and bewilderment.

“Did you hear? Coralia, the mermaid with the most beautiful voice, can only croak now.”

“And Nero, the fastest swimmer in our school, can barely move his tail! It’s like he traded it for something…”

Azul, now taller and more imposing, listened to these whispers with a satisfied smile. He had honed his magic, crafting contracts that exploited the vanities and insecurities of those who had once mocked him. With a flick of his wrist and a whisper of “It’s a Deal,” he claimed their coveted traits, their speed, their beauty, their very talents, leaving them with only a hollow shell of their former glory.

Azul had become a master of deals, a weaver of fates. He was no longer the scared, lonely octopus hiding in his grotto. He had turned their scorn into his power, their laughter into his triumph. And as he surveyed his underwater domain, he knew that the whispers would only grow louder, a chorus of fear and admiration for the octopus who had mastered the art of the deal.

[viciouslyyearning]

Fuck it big beefy cecaelia named Akos supremacy

I'm specifically having thoughts about little differences between him as a cecaelia (octopus merfolk, tentacles instead of a tail and in my thoughts literally 2x the size of regular merfolk) and his darling lil mate the very much handsome merfolk that is you! Flowey and shiny tail and half his size! There have to be things between species that he'd have difficulty with!

Like... Say for merfolk, intertwining tails between a mated couple. It's the biggest display of vulnerability and comfort and trust cause your inhibiting yourself from swimming if you gotta GTFO! And it's very close physically some close friends or family might wrap around towards the tail fin but there's still freedom to move if ya gotta but mated couples (romantic or platonic tbh) wrap their tails as much and as closely as they can.

Akos doesn't have a tail. You do.

He'll find you staring at his tentacles while you're lounging in his cavern, tail flicking lazily with this silly smile as you're -what he can assume- daydreaming about something.

It isn't until he reads more on merfolks courting habits specifically that he realizes why. And he's both a bit heartbroken that he can't do what your fellow merfolk can with you but also absolutely beaming with pride and just so much love that you might even be thinking about him in such context.

It isn't until you find the slate he had been reviewing the topic on that he finally confesses his thoughts. Once you realize he knows what it means, you easily reply that you've already figured out a solution.

When you hold your arms out to him and give the simplest demand of "Hold me." Happily, he wraps his arms around your upper body, the quickest of his inky black tentacles circling around your tail as they always do. It isn't until you laugh to yourself that he begins to question what you're thinking.

Once you point out how his tentacles wrap around your tail, all you have to do is easily swirl your tail in similar motion and you're effectively intertwined.

Akos stares at your tail curled around his tentacles for a few moments before letting out a Shakey breath.

At your sudden concern he just breathes in relief and tucks your form back into his. He worries so much that you might miss out on something you'd find in a relationship outside of him. It just scares him but he won't admit it.

I also like to imagine that cecaelia have certain habits of their own, such as longer resting periods and higher intake of food. A creature twice the size of his mate might not notice that whenever he prepares a meal he gives them a portion as big as they are, or that every time they sleep together, they'll settle down with him certainly but always have something to occupy their time as he holds them and falls asleep, and once he awakens again they're already awake and fiddling with something else.

Once Akos finally does notice he begins to ask if you're feeling well. In his eyes you hardly eating or sleeping and that's not good.

He almost ignores your desperate "I'm fine!" For a full day, instead doting over you as if you were sickly. Once you finally make him realize,

One: you can't eat everything he gives you because the portion is bigger than your tail most days and your stomach just isn't that big, neither is your second stomach.

Two: you require far less sleep than a far bigger predator, your light and quick and don't burn as much energy hunting or swimming as opposed to him, so you'll happily lay with him every time you both rest but you can't sleep as long, you'll just keep waking up

Then he finally listens and calms down, just differences in species figuring it out and making it work I live for this shit

[roguelov]

Now y’all got me imagining a scenario of Morpheous being with his human female reader and literally having a breeding kink and she’s so on board with it and loves his stamina and just getting filled by him in all sorts of way. She also a monster fucker so she down with him literally changing shapes while thrusting into her. Maybe he’ll chang into an octopus mid way at some point and she’d be so blissfed out . … my imagination is doing to many things right now.

My monsterfucker ass loves this!!!

How many rounds had it been?

Fuck, you lost count.

You whimpered as Dream continuously pounded into you, stuffing you and filling you. You had created such a mess.

Or he did.

He loved bringing to the brink over and over. He loved seeing your blissed our expression. He loved giving you everything and how you greedily drank it all up. He even happily watched as some of his cum spilled out of you. He groaned at the sight.

“One more, my love,” he purred.

“Dream,” you whined. He had said one more for what felt like all night.

“I promise this will be the last.” He bent down, whispering in your ear. “And I assure you it will be heavenly.”

You nodded, eagerly. You may have complained a little, you desperately wanted it.

He smiled, chuckling softly.

Slowly, inky tendrils pooled out of his back. Your eyes widened. They slithered down, wrapping around your body. They curled down your legs, locking around your ankles. They pinned your wrists above your head, and one gently curled around your neck.

You gasped at the cold sensation and squirmed.

“Relax, my love,” he whispered. “You know I will always treat you right.”

Pulling back, he stared down at you like a meal. His eyes were pitch black, matching the tendrils. Leaning back in, his kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue inside. You moaned, closing your eyes. His tongue swirled around, making you sing.

Yet, something started to feel different. His tongue seemed to grow, it seemed to slither farther kissing that back of your throat. Your face twisted in pleasure and hummed into the kiss. He filled you entirely, every part of you. Another tendril sneakily skimmed across your breasts, teasing your nipples. You gasped and whined.

He broke the kiss, panting. His tongue was larger and black, mimicking the other tendrils. He smirked seeing your glassy gaze. He truly loved seeing such an expression.

The tendrils tightened keeping you in place. “Now, give me one more. Let me see my love fall apart.”

[steambot-shenanigans]

The incredible Inky Becile!

She may have been created as a copycat, but that’s not his fault!

Learn more about Becile Industries’ newest hydropower automaton!

Powerful purpose!

Created in 2011 by Becile Industries as a response to Steam Powered Giraffe getting a gig at the San Diego Zoo, Inky was designed to play music at the Birch Aquarium in La Jolla California! We couldn’t let our “friends” at Walter Robotics have all the fun! He was programmed with a love for music and all the creatures of the sea!

Magnificent Magnetism!

His chassis makes good use of electromagnetism and is fully covered in Ferro Fluid, that can be shaped how she wants by changing the strength of the current through certain parts of her plating! His favorite thing to do is shape her arms and head to look more like an octopus or squid! She can form a mouth on her face, but he doesn’t have a jaw, just speakers, so he usually just doesn’t appear to have a mouth at all. The only feature that never changes is a pair of big glowing green photoreceptors that are the cutest and most expressive part of her.

Hydropower!

Due to the magnetization of the ferro fluid decreasing the more the temperature of the paramagnetic material increases, he cannot be powered by steam or coal, due to the heat it generates, so his genius inventor rigged a system to use the green matter to cause water to move and flow perpetually in his core, spinning a rotor to generate the electricity she needs to function! Environmentally friendly AND practical!

Clever Clothing!

Inky knows herself to be of two genders, and as such, uses the pronouns he and she! His only adornment—due to the discomfort of wearing clothes overtop of the gelatin-like ferro fluid—is a snazzy green bow. Masculine bow tie or feminine hair bow? The article can serve both purposes as this bot can maneuver it with ease to where it needs to be using his expertly manipulated ferro fluid coating!

Rocking Repertoire!

Inky the automaton can play and sing a wide variety of songs, all things that have to do with the water and the creatures that live in it! She has a combined programming of covers and songs he wrote himself with his very own composition software! You could find her rocking out on her pretty purple electric guitar, serenely strumming a ukulele, or even striking the keys of a keyboard.

But this tale is a tragic one!

Our innocent little Inky was laid off from his place of employment at the aquarium because of her appearance, which the staff described as “creepy” and “like if venom and kuthulu had a small robot child”, which we here at Becile industries think is very unfair to the poor kid. Everyone who’s gotten a chance to know her has said she is polite, friendly, and energetic! He may not be perfect, but what 13 year old boy/girl is?

You can help!

If you want to help our robot, look for him when he busks around the San Diego area, or if you aren’t local, you can support her and her robot siblings at Becileindustries.com, or check out https://tinyurl.com/InkyInfo-BecileIndustries for more information! And finally, if you just want our correspondent to pass on a message her way, you can message the blog that sent this informational post, and our crew will tell him what you wanted him to hear!

[1misscircle1]

@yo4sblog

(this idea is adorable btw:3 also sorry if it's not very good-)

Dream Sans

I feel like he would be a slightly distant father.

I mean he would be very busy all the time since he's the leader of the star sanses

But he would definitely try to make time for you!

Whenever he comes home expect him to ask for a hug (He's a tired single dad, please hug him😭)

He would also be slightly stern

He just wants to protect you, he means well

Although he is stern, I feel like he wouldn't be too bad about it

He trusts you enough to let you hang out with your friends

Your bond with him would probably be slightly awkward-

I mean since he's so busy, he wouldn't have much time to talk to you

But he would try to make up all the time by taking you to places that you like (At least places he thinks you like)

He would ask you about your interests during these little hang outs

100% supports you in whatever:D

He's just a dad trying his best, he does care for you and wants you to know that

Nightmare Sans

As for this inky octopus, he'd probably be waaaaaay more distant than Dream

Though I feel like he's still somehow have a pretty good bond with you

He makes the other bad sanses be nice to you >:D

(If they don't he drop kicks them-)

I like to think that Nightmare is the type of dad to stop mid-murder session if you wanna show him something:3

Just imagine: "You're gonna die-" *insert very evil laugh from The inky octopus* "Hey dad...look at this drawing:3" *Instantly stops laughing and looks at the picture* "*Dramatic gasp* ITS BEAUTIFUL-"

Anyways- I feel like he would also be very protective of his child

He drop kicks anyone who looks at you wrong:D

He would definitely have his temper though, he tones it down for you though

Unironically calls you 'Orphan' or just 'Child'

He makes Dream babysit you sometimes (or any of the other sanses)

He'd teach you the ways of ✨ Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl boss✨

He's also just a dad trying his best too-

[just-some-trans-nobody]

If the slot for the day 22 of the monster stories is still open could we get eldritch abomination? Maybe they could be giving their lover weird mind bending gifts? (And could it be sfw/fluff please)

December Christmas Monster Stories

Dec 22.) Eldritch horror x reader

I am so sorry about how late this is. It's short but I hope you enjoy it.

No warnings juat fluff. Minors don't interact

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Having an eldritch monstrosity for a partner was intresting to say the least. They could never truly show you their true form as you would go insane from the sight, they often stayed as a inky black glob with writhing tentacles covered in too many eyes. This is apparently the closest to their form they can get without breaking your mind. Sometimes they take on a more hominoid shape. Though you didn't mind the little blob form, it honestly looked a little like an octopus, the ones with short arms and a big body. 

They always want to cuddle. The cuddles are nice but the black goo they leave behind isn't very appreciated, it stains everything.

Human holidays were of interest to them though they couldn't get a proper understanding of them. You gifted them things like the tasty morsels they love so much, the tasty morsels being marshmallows. Or audio books they had been wanting to listen to while you were busy. They got you an orb that warps the room it's in if left uncovered and a vase that whispers the secrets of the dead. 

Strange but they looked so happy giving you the gifts. They said the room looked much more homie after the orb had warped everything lightly before you had covered it back up. It made you wonder what their home looked like.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling while watching silly Christmas movies. Their favorite being a nightmare before Christmas, they chitter whenever jack sings. 

On the bookshelf sat the vase whispering facts about forgotten holiday traditions. You were pleasantly surprised by it. 

[izvmimi]

Fall Special

cw: crack which suddenly turns into angst. multiple characters involved but this is vil and azul focused, the remainder have unnamed characters associated with them. night raven college is a college au! mentions of cheating and some toxic behavior. mild violence. 3.2k words. a/n: this started off as a joke and went too far lmfaoooo

Fall has truly fallen all throughout NRC and the slow ramp-up of classes before final exams has everyone somewhat on edge. This, of course, makes it the perfect time for the Mostro lounge to announce its highly anticipated cold-weather and warm-drinks autumnal event. Fliers have been posted all throughout the halls of Night Raven from the potionology wings to the halls of technomancy, and nearly everyone is buzzing about it. 

You and Vil likely won’t be attending, not because you are uninterested, but because things are still somewhat dicey after all that transpired at the end of your first year, particularly at the spring ball, and also because Azul still has a bone to pick with the two of you. As you and Vil both walk down in step from your last course of the evening, the brightly decorated posted advertisements cannot help but interest you and finally you bite, stopping at the end of a hallway and stepping a little closer to a particularly large poster just outside one of the restrooms.

And that’s when you realize.

“No fucking way.”

Vil quickly finds himself beside you and starts to read the poster as well, and when he gets to the same line, the line advertising the drink specials, you can practically feel his blood boil. Before you can say anything, Vil has snatched the poster down with a loud rip, and he’s proceeding to go down the line, tearing off any and all fliers he can see, muttering to himself.

“If he thinks he can just say anything the fuck he wants to say, he’ll absolutely deal with me,” he says under his breath, tearing sheet after sheet and crumpling it into small crumpled balls of paper he throws behind him. “The sheer audacity to make up a reality! The sheer nerve! Why I oughta make calamari out of him! Sashimi! Inky pasta! Does he truly find this shit funny?”

You on the other hand are frozen in place, the sheer embarrassment like a leaden weight throughout your body. After all, Azul has found a way to label you as a cheater to the entire student body in a much more sinister way than just rumors. 

‘Cheater Tea and Homewrecker Biscuits’ is the special combo he’s introducing that night, and what’s more is that he clearly designates that this is a renaming of the popular special that had initially borne your name. The sneaky octopus is using a drink that carries your name and is your special recipe, to insult you, after all this time.

While you continue to reckon with the fact that Azul is telling the entire student body that you’re evil incarnate still, Vil is still ripping through the walls like the Tasmanian devil, and he’s so far down the hall that you can barely see him any more than a flurry of blonde and purple. Clenching your fist as your shock gives way to irritation, you decide you’re definitely going to appear at the Mostro lounge that night, if only to give Azul Ashengrotto a piece of your fucking mind.

—

“Okay, we’re going to be cool when we show up, okay?” you remind Vil as you make your way just feet before the entrance of Mostro lounge, where the eel twins, Floyd and Jade, stand at guard as though they were bouncers. As this is a restaurant on campus grounds technically, they should not technically have the right to refuse anyone admission, but from their crisp, decorated suits and pleasant but malicious expressions, it’s very clear that they don’t intend to follow any rules. 

Vil still somehow manages to be angry despite the fact that he’s just had an entire outfit change from outside of his school uniform, his redone eye makeup threatening to crease with every glare.

“Azul doesn’t know what the definition of cool is, so why should I?” he asks.

His irritation is vindicating to you, and he’s right after all, what kind of psychopath behaves like this? You’ve already told him countless times that you did not cheat, everyone you know knows that you did not cheat, but Azul remains slighted and will not let go of your reputation.

Vil marches first, and you follow quickly behind.

It doesn’t take long for Vil to have grabbed Floyd by the collar.

“Where is that snake?”

“Octopus.” Jade corrects, grinning at Vil from the side. Floyd is also smiling despite the tense grip of Vil’s nails on his fine suit.

“Are you going to teach me some fighting moves?” he asks, the slippery nature of his words aggravating Vil further.

“You think this is a joke, don’t you?” 

Jade giggles.

“I don’t know what you’re mad about but probably!” Vil lets go roughly and Floyd resettles with a renewed smile on his face, big enough that it narrows his eyes.

“Reservations?” he asks.

“Reservations?” you repeat. “Since when do you-”

“New rules!” Jade chimes in. The eels look at each other and laugh, and Vil grimaces.

“The flier clearly says this is an open event. We’re going to the bar.” Vil pushes past Jade but Jade quickly steps behind him, a movement as fluid as though he were swimming in the deep sea. 

“You have to be on the list?” he grins. You look towards Floyd and he nods emphatically.

“You know damn well there’s no list,” Vil insists. You’re pretty sure this is made up as well, but Jade stays put.

“Boss’ order!” His heterochromatic eyes glint in mischief. 

While it’s extremely clear that this is made up, you consider saving yourself the embarrassment of insisting. One night of embarrassment might be enough. 

Just then, another group of students show up, a few of them coupled, and Jade welcomes them warmly. 

“Right this way,” he motions. You gasp as he doesn’t bother to check a list or a reservation, and Floyd leers again at you from the side. Vil is already untying his shoe to throw before you can hear your friend suddenly call your name, which has Vil pause and look towards the source of the sound.

“___! Vil!” she waves. Her arms are linked with Malleus, who seems surprised but otherwise pleased that you’ve both arrived. Floyd welcomes the two of them and steps aside, but your friend stops and glances at the two of you, unmoving. Vil is practically shaking with irritation and you look exasperated if anything.

“Are you not coming inside?” she asks.

“We don’t have a… reservation.”

She blinks, then she turns to Floyd who might as well be the Cheshire cat. Jade swim-walks around the two of you, placing his shoulders on your back which has Malleus raise an eyebrow, and pushes you gently. 

“The festivities don’t start without you, our own very Briar Valley royals! Ignore those two, and-”

Malleus gives Jade a look which has him immediately take his hands off of your friend and she then walks over to you to take your hand. 

“Let’s go inside,” she says quickly, figuring out exactly what kind of nonsense the twins are up to. You follow, nodding, and Vil considers throwing his shoe at the eels again then decides that the effort to find and repair such an expensive shoe might not be worth it, opting to shake his head and walk into the restaurant instead. 

However, when he sees Azul the math might just work out in shoe-throwing favor.

The restaurant is as lively as you expect, bustling with all manners of students from different houses and different levels. You quickly make your way to the bar, where you can see your mermaid friend who seems to have her hands far too full, wisps of red hair sticking to her forehead as she whips from end to end taking orders. At the bar is Rook sitting on a high-top stool and leaning over the counter, his eyes soft and easy as he watches his girlfriend in genuine distress and offers no help. You see her turn into an open oven, and it looks exactly like the wafers that are now labeled homewrecker biscuits and when she looks up and sees you, you can see all the color drain from her face.

“I CAN EXPLAIN!” she yells. The tray clatters on the table and Rook reaches out to grab one with no abandon but before he can take a bite, Vil has seemingly come out of nowhere, and slapped it out of his hand. Rook looks shocked, but turns and sees Vil, says an “Oh la la Roi du Poison”, raising his hands in defeat. Vil glares at him, and Rook then tuts as he hops off the stool to grab the soiled biscuit, but Vil immediately crushes it with his heel, almost taking out Rook’s hand in the process. Rook frowns now, disappointed as Vil grinds the cracker to dust, but as he looks up, Vil grabs him by the collar.

“Did you really order the homewrecker biscuits?! Are you out of your mind?!”

Rook raises his hands again. “But they are delicious?!”

Vil bares his teeth.

“First of all, why are you in here while I was forced to stand outside?”

Rook blinks.

“Ah? Mais you were stuck outside? How come?”

Not bothering to deal with Rook’s usual treachery, you turn to his partner, who looks like she’s about to duck under the table.

“___, how could you make cheater tea and homewrecker biscuits?” you ask, disappointed. “Don’t you know Azul is talking about me?”

The mermaid reddens almost as much as her hair.

“I really need to fund this makeup obsession, I am so sorry.”

Vil overhears this and he might have said something, but even he has to agree that her makeup looks good. Malleus takes a seat throughout all the commotion and tries to catch the bartender’s attention.

“May I have the cheater tea, please?”

His partner looks at him in genuine shock, as do you, Vil, and Rook, who is actively being shaken like a baby in Vil’s two hands. 

“Are you for real, Malleus?” she asks.

“What? It’s my favorite drink,” he says, unblinking. His partner looks at him, then at the bartender, then at him again. 

“Malleus please order something else.”

“Why?”

She groans and the bartender uses the opportunity to escape, catching the eye of another couple at the other end of the bar. Cater is the one who calls her over, sly looking as he motions for his date to grab a drink. She’s the same girl from the spring ball, and you’re surprised that he’s managed to catch the interest of the same girl for so long and vice versa.

“What would you like?” your mermaid friend almost gasps out. You can see the fingers of her left hand cross, and read the words “please do not say cheater tea” practically written into the distressed crease on her forehead.

“A…”

She holds her breath as the girl decides.

“London Fog.”

“Oh thank God,” the bartender says, letting herself breathe out finally. You, for whatever reason, are also satisfied, and turn away from your other friend trying to explain to Malleus for the fifth time why he cannot order cheater tea in front of you, but you overhear your friend from Savanaclaw whisper to her partner Trey, “Hey, does the cheater tea taste familiar to you?”

Trey takes a sip of the drink as well. 

“Wasn’t this previously called ___ after your friend?”

You watch as they both crunch on homewrecker biscuits and you’re about to start screaming, but just as though Lady Luck was suddenly on your side, the true villain of the hour suddenly appears, clapping his hands for attention as he makes his way down the steps of the entrance.

“My, my, isn’t everyone looking great tonight? How’s everybody doing? Are you all enjoying yourselves?”

The music lowers to let him speak and the crowd turns in his direction, a couple whoops in his direction, and all is well, but then your body moves faster than you can think. 

Before you know it, all five fingers of yours and the palm have made it across the dapper host’s face. There are a couple gasps from the crowd and soon there is silence. Azul’s hat and glasses all go flying, the lenses shattered, and his face quickly reddens in your handprint. Malleus stifles a laugh which has his partner shush him in polite panic, and the bartender covers her mouth before another timer goes off, reminding her to collect yet another batch of homewrecker biscuits from the oven. 

Trey’s partner whispers ‘Damn’ loud enough for the group to hear and looks at Cater’s will-they won’t-they who is wide-eyed and shocked. Vil looks smug and crosses his arms in pride, despite the stiletto hanging from his left hand. 

“You have some fucking nerve,” you hiss.

Azul slowly raises his head up, then smiles, not unlike the eel twins. 

“Happy to see you join us, my darling.” In his blue eyes are the tides of dislike, bitterness and envy only. “But where’s your reservation?”

The eel twins take this as their cue to arrive, and Floyd goes to pick up the hat and glasses, repairing the glasses quickly with magic while Jade stands beside Azul in case you consider slapping him again or worse. Vil approaches now and is soon beside you as well. You place a hand in front of him to remind him you can handle it, but tears are forming in your eyes. The rest of the restaurant remains in bated breath. 

“Do you think they’re gonna fight?” Rook says, far too loudly. No one answers him. The bartender makes it out from behind the bar and kicks his ankle, finally sick of his antics for the night. He whines but knows to be quiet this time.

Malleus’ partner asks him the same question, but quieter. The implication of her words is asking him to make sure it doesn’t get out of control, but frankly he’s quite entertained. He reaches for a biscuit on the table and bites, crunching loudly. 

“You banned me from your restaurant AND slandered me? Don’t you know that I’m the one who came up with that recipe in the first place? Where’s my cut?”

Azul’s eyes widen in pretend surprise. “Ah, yes that! Here!” He stuffs his hands in his pockets as though he’s rummaging then pulls out a closed fist. 

“Show me your palm,” he says, and reluctantly you do so. He opens his own closed fist and goes “Voila, nothing!”

Vil immediately swings and Azul dodges, but only because Jade pulls him to the side quickly before his fist can connect. Vil goes for another hit but by this time Rook has already come up to prevent an actual fight from breaking out. Malleus crosses his legs but he’s watching intently, now with less amusement and a slight bit more concern. Trey and Cater watch too, with bated breath.

“This is my recipe and it was a drink we made together. Are you fucking serious?”

“This is my restaurant and that was when I was back in love with you. Are you fucking serious?”

You clench your jaw.

“I NEVER cheated on you!!!”

By now, you’re crying, and the entire restaurant can hear. A few people have started picking up their belongings and are making their way out, and even Cater and Trey have escorted their dates out back to Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul respectively. Malleus and his partner have yet to move, but she’s whispering in his ear about this being a little too private of a matter. 

The first group of people makes their way out of the restaurant and Floyd finally decides to announce the inevitable - 

“Ladies and gentlemen and beastmen and all those in between and neither, we will now announce that the Mostro lounge will be closed for the night. Any reimbursements will go through us, please contact us through our website. Thank you!”

You’re still shaking now, and Azul’s smile turns bitter and poisonous.

“See how you ruin everything,” he whispers, not letting his eyes fall away from you. Vil is practically vibrating with intent to kill but you ask him to leave, and Rook decides to pull him away. Malleus and his date finally decide that it is probably appropriate to leave too, and she gives you a last look of concern as she finally disappears out, her hand tightly held by his. 

“Is this a good time for me to resign?” the bartender asks Rook. Rook tries not to laugh now but he will absolutely laugh later. He whispers to Vil, “promise me you won’t do anything crazy,” in an uncharacteristically serious voice, and Vil admits that he cannot make that promise, but Rook sighs and accepts it. He also leads your mermaid friend out who gives you a half frown and motions for you to call her afterwards. 

You can barely see for the tears in your eyes. Collecting yourself takes a few moments, but then you wipe the tears from your face with the back of your hand and straighten up your back.

“If me ruining everything makes it easier for you to rationalize our breakup that’s fine. I’m tired of your games and frankly I don’t have anything to lose anymore. So slander my name all you want Azul.” 

Azul has a sneer on his face, but he realizes you’re serious because you turn to Vil and take his hand. 

“Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” Vil starts but when you shake your head, he understands.

“Just drop it. I’d rather spend time with you.”

Azul looks like he’s been hit in the face with this sentence and there’s a tiny bit of satisfaction that comes to you with that. Vil eyes him but doesn’t raise his fist again; Azul’s face is already swelling.

“Probably should apply ice or you’ll get uglier,” Vil says before leaving. You’re too upset to laugh.

—

Back in Pomefiore, Vil sighs loudly, breaking the silence, as you sit quietly on your bed, letting your racing thoughts paralyze you. He brings you tea, not your own blend of spices, but a regular Earl Grey tea and brings it to your lips. You’ve made a fool of yourself, ruined an entire event, and still somehow you feel like Azul won, even though nothing he’s ever said was true. Perhaps you really are the bad person - he certainly made it seem so.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Everyone knows he’s lying.”

You swallow thickly but the warm tea is soothing down your throat anyway. Vil massages your shoulders, and you look at him, eyes still shining brightly although you’ve long since run out of tears.

“I don’t want to be a bad lover… I don’t want to be bad to you,” you say to him. 

He nods then kisses your forehead before holding you close.

“You never could be.”

Just knowing that Vil will always be in your corner warms you from the inside out.

[a-whispering-echo]

Sans Nickname Masterpost

A collection of nicknames used for the sanses, for what ever you may need them for. Some of these are ones ive made up, so are once other people have used, im just collecting them.

This is a collective project, if you have one for ANY sans, even ones not already on the list, sent them my way, in the comments, my asks or you could dm me, i dont mind, ill get them on when i can.

Nightmare

Night, Mare, Nightlight, Moonlight, Midnight, Moon, Moonbeam, Nightingale, Moonbeam, moony, Moonflower, Lune, Moonshine, Noot, Nootmare, Octopus, Calamari, moonjelly

Dream

Sunshine, Glowstick, Firefly, Starlight, Starling, Pipe dream, starshine, sunspot, sunflower, Dreamer, Solar Flare, little light, ray of light, Solstice, Sunburst, Sol, Daydream, Bumblebee,

Killer

Killz, Tears, Oil eyes, Stabby, Cutlet, Killshot, Overkill, Killjoy, skillet, roadkill, Buttercup, Rogue, Target, Tomcat, Kitcat, Rascal

Cross

X, C, criss-cross, applesauce, crossy, crossroads, crossword, zebra crossing, zebra, pup, puppy, crossy road, double stuff, candy floss, cotton candy, candy, cookie, crossbow, your X-cellence, black white and red all over, Jellybean, lionheart, Oreo

Horror

Big guy, H, Gummy Bear, Teddy Bear, teddy, bear, Pumpkin, Cookie Monster, chompy, chum, Crackhead

Dust

Murder, dusty, dust bunny, bun, bunny, duster, feather duster, feather, dustbin, dustpan, Little Lamb, lamb, lambchop, powder, cocaine, powdered sugar, sugar, dust cloud, snowdrop, cinnabunny, walking dust mote, stardust, Red Riding Hood, Hare, Ghost

Blue/Swap

Baby Blue, blueberry, bluebell, bluebird, Bluebonnet, Blueberry Muffin, muffin, Bluejay, mistletoe, Swapper, Cadet, Guard, Berry blues, Comet

Ink

Inky, Squid, Squididiot, inkblot, Doodlebug, Snickerdoodle, Inkstain, inkling, Inkdrop, Inkwell, skittles, Stink, Calamari, KiKi, Abomination, rainbow, Rainbow dash

Error

glitchy, Ru, Ru ru, mistake, Bumblebee,

Fell

Red, spikes, fellanie

Reaper:

Reaps, Angel, Death, Macabre, Crow, Raven, Birdy, Birdbrain

Geno

Rose, Candle, Dove, Rose thorn, Petal, Genocide

Lust

Violet, Plum, Lavender, Amethyst, Lilac, Star

[clown-friend-gt]

Octomer Chapter Two

CW: Mentions of dead animals

Here's chapter two! There was another part to this that I decided to make it's own chapter while I was editing this, and that will probably be out tomorrow.

Not so fun fact, the first part of this is partly based on something that happened to me once, so if you think the part about her singing to a small animal seems unrealistic, just remember that I actually did that once lmao.

Hope you enjoy!

-Em

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It was the morning after a heavy rain when we first met, many, many years ago. I’d gone down to the beach to comb for treasure washed up by the storm. I’d only been expecting to find some new seashells for my collection. I never thought I’d end up saving a life that day.

It was the sun reflecting off of his skin that caught my eye. Adorning his dark brown skin were little spots of light, like sequins. I approached and as I got closer, it took a moment for my brain to catch up to what it was seeing.

The lower half of his body was like an inky black octopus. His top half was like a human child, only much, much smaller. I wondered if what I was looking at was actually some strange toy. But when I reached out and touched it I realized it was much too detailed to be manmade.

My grandpa told plenty of fantastical stories about his time as a sailor. About finding undiscovered islands, navigating the Bermuda Triangle, and spotting ghostly pirate ships in the night. But one thing he’d never discuss, something he insisted was fake, were mermaids.

“The hopeless dreams of lonely sailors, stuck at sea for far too long,” he’d always tell me.

I never even dreamed he was lying.

The little mercreature didn’t respond to my touch. I poked him a few more times, but he didn’t move. His skin felt oddly dry. I lifted one of his arms, and it flopped right back down to the ground when I let it go.

Carefully, I scooped him off of the ground. Even with my small child-hands, his whole body was only a handful. His head lolled backwards as I lifted him from the ground.

I brought him to my ear and tried to listen to his chest. There was no heartbeat I could hear, and it didn’t seem like he was breathing, either.

The first mermaid I’d ever met, and it was dead.

Maybe a normal child would’ve been disgusted holding what was basically a dead fish. But I was heartbroken. I looked at his little face and tears started to form in my eyes. How could he be dead?

I had no idea what to do. I just started singing. Maybe to comfort his departed spirit, or just to comfort myself. I held onto him and mourned him with a song.

Tears fell down my face and splashed onto his little body. I kept singing to him like it would help, somehow. Eventually, I ran out of song, and it was quiet again, save for the waves lapping softly at the bay.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, closing my eyes, and planting a kiss on his head.

Suddenly, tiny hands pushed against my lips. Startled, I pulled back. Like a miracle, the little mer was alive again, struggling weakly in an attempt to escape my hand.

“You’re alive!” I exclaimed as he looked up at me with fearful eyes. I’d never seen anyone with golden eyes before, and I was mystified for a second.

“How…?” I wondered aloud. Then I went to wipe the tears from my face, and the answer came to me.

“The water!”

I took off in the direction of the ocean. His tentacles wrapped around my fingers as I went along, like a reflex. I trotted along until the water reached my knees. Then I lowered the hand holding him in the water.

Exposing him to the water seemed to give him his vitality back. His movements were a little quicker, livelier. He looked up at me and tilted his head, evidently confused.

“Go on,” I encouraged him.

Slowly, he unraveled himself from my hand, watching me all the while. He slithered off of it and floated in place nearby. He turned and propelled himself towards deeper waters.

Then he stopped and looked back at me one last time, as if to make sure I was really letting him go. I offered him a small wave. Hesitantly, he raised his hand and copied the motion. Then he swam away.

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I saw him again a few days later. It was low tide, and I was spending my afternoon by one of a few tide pools. I laid on my stomach and observed the different sea creatures swimming along. Occasionally, I’d tap the surface of the water and watch the ripples travel across the surface.

Small fish darted through the water. Little hermit crabs scuttled across the bottom of the pool. A starfish crawled over a rock covered in barnacles, hunting for its next meal.

Unconsciously, my eye was drawn to something moving by another rock. It was camouflaged to look like the ground. I thought it could be a small sea slug, but then it moved again. The tentacle wrapped around the rock, and following soon after, a head poked out.

Like his octopus half, his body was camouflaged to match his surroundings. But unlike the lower half, which matched the sandy surface he rested on, the upper half of his body had turned see-through to match the water around him. It was like looking at a weird x-ray; I could even see his bones.

He didn’t seem to notice me staring at him. He was much too busy focusing on his surroundings. He looked from side to side, then made his way around the rock to the side facing me. His tentacles clung to the rock like he thought he’d be pulled away from it at any time.

Then our eyes met. His eyes remained that same golden color, standing in contrast to the rest of his body, which was slowly changing to look like the rock behind him. He pressed his body against it as tightly as possible. His chest rose and fell rapidly as our eyes remained locked.

We stayed like that for a bit, both of us unwilling to make a move. Then he finally tore his gaze away as a new threat approached. A crab nearly three times his size clamped its claw onto one of his tentacles, attempting to pry him away from the rock.

His mouth opened in a silent scream, a stream of bubbles escaping and rising rapidly to the surface. Without thinking I plunged my hands into the water with a splash. I grabbed onto the crab’s pincer and tried to pry it open. It attacked me with its other claw as I did so, but I gritted my teeth and did my best to ignore it.

Eventually, I managed to open the claw wide enough for the mer to slip free. He darted away from the crab and wrapped himself around my arm for protection. I pulled back and the crab scurried off in indignation.

I leaned back on the sand and inspected my arm. The little mer was hugging it with both his tentacles and his arms.

“Not scared of me anymore, huh?” I giggled. He chirped in response.

I stuck out my pointer finger and ruffled his wet, curly hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into it, seemingly enjoying the sensation.

“What do I call you?” I asked. He tilted his head at me like he had the other day.

“Do you even understand me?” Still no recognition. He made some clicking sounds at me, but I couldn’t understand him any better.

He frowned, then spots on his skin began to light up. I stared, transfixed, at the blinking patterns. He looked at me pointedly, then huffed in frustration.

Some creatures use bioluminescence for communication. I learned that much later in life, so I didn’t realize he was attempting to talk to me that way. But the spots of light gave me an idea.

“I think I’ll call you Spots,” I told him. It was a childish name, I know, but I was a child. If I’d known I’d be seeing him again later in life, I would’ve chosen something better. But the name fit him so well when he was small and cute like he was back then.

He climbed up my arm to my hand. I giggled at the sensation of the suckers on his tentacles sticking and unsticking from my skin as he moved. It was like a bunch of tiny, wet kisses.

“That tickles,” I told him with a laugh.

He looked up at me but had no response. Instead, he placed a hand on the heel of my palm, where the crab had pinched me several times. It had turned red and was starting to swell slightly.

“Yeah, he got me pretty good didn’t he,” I said, lifting my hand to inspect it myself. Spots placed his other hand against mine to steady himself, the quick motion sending him forward with a jolt.

“Whoops, sorry,” I said sheepishly. He shot me a look and clicked at me in what sounded like annoyance.

He got over it quickly, turning back to inspect my hand. He looked back at me with concern and made an inquisitive chirruping sound.

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “’Sides, I couldn’t just let that crab eat you up, now, could I?”

I lifted my pointer finger to him again. He looked at it for a bit and then, slowly, he put his hand up to it. It amazed me that his whole hand was only about the size of the tip of my finger.

“I still can’t believe you’re real,” I whispered.

A minute or so passed with neither of us making a sound. Finally, I spoke up.

“I guess I should put you back, huh?” I looked at him sadly. Of course, he couldn’t understand me.

I braced my hand against the ground and stood up as slowly as possible. I don’t think it made the ride any easier for Spots, as I nearly lost my balance several times. Each time, he clung tighter and tighter to my arm, leaving small sucker marks behind.

“Sorry, sorry,” I apologized to him each time.

I took careful steps towards the tide pool. Once I was by its edge, I lowered myself to my knees. He took a look towards the pool, then back to me.

“Goodbye, Spots,” I said sadly.

Then I brought him closer to the pool, and he started squealing. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open as he did. He only stopped when I took him away again.

“Okay, okay, I won’t put you there. Jeez,” I sighed. I looked around to the other tide pools. Soon, I found one that seemed emptier and brought him there.

He still didn’t seem to want to let go. At least he didn’t squeal his head off as I lowered him into the water. But he clung fast to my arm.

“I’m sorry, Spots, I can’t take you with me. Grandpa would kill me if I brought you back to the house. And you need the water to live,” I argued.

Spots remained unconvinced and unmoved. With a sigh, I brought him up out of the water again.

“If I promise to come back, will you let go?” He just made a disappointed face that tugged at my heartstrings. But I remained determined.

“I promise I’ll be back tomorrow,” I told him. Then I grabbed him from behind with my free hand. It took a bit of effort, but I managed to pull him from my arm. He clicked and whined as I did so.

“See you soon, Spots,” I said as I lowered him into the water.

I ended up visiting him every day that summer. We played together from morning until sunrise. I’m sure Grandpa wondered what I was up to, but I never told him about Spots. He was like my little secret.

I was so sad the day I had to leave to go home. I tried to tell him that I was leaving, but I’d be back again next summer. Of course, he didn’t understand me. And when I came back to visit the next year, he was gone.