#nobody likes the opening band

[zafironix]

🎥 Opening band

"Singing here for you gives me a purpose".

[that-thoughtful-waffle]

I have 'Nobody Likes The Opening Band' by iDKHOW stuck in my head. Like specifically the last 30 seconds.

[le-velo-pour-dru]

[Image ID: Eight sketches of Dallon Weekes from different iDKHOW music videos. For the Razzmatazz one, he's looking up to the right, one hand holding a microphone and the other up right below his face. For the Debra one, his hand is raised, his fingers are curled in as if he were holding onto something. He's looking up at it with half-lidded eyes as he sings into a microphone. For the Nobody Likes The Opening Band one, he's wearing a tuxedo with glitter dots on his cheeks, and he's smiling and waving. For the Modern Day Cain (Slow Jam Version) one, he's standing at a microphone, slightly turned to face the left, and he has headphones on. For the Do It All The Time one, his head is slightly tipped up, and he has a neutral expression, holding a microphone away from his face. For the Social Climb one, it shows a view from above of him laying on the floor, holding a microphone up to his face. For the Modern Day Cain one, his hair is sticking up and his head is turned slightly to the left, his hand on the microphone in front of him. For the Leave Me Alone one, he's looking directly into the camera and clapping. /end ID]

Dallon Weekes. I have drawn him too many times.

[traversety]

what’s your favorite drawing that you’ve made?

this is a hard question i have so many that i like..... however i did these sharpie-and-pen index cards a month or two ago that i am REALLY proud of!!!

here they are!!

in order, we have cal (an oc from my idkhow and waterparks urban fantasy high school au), a human version of skip the bellhop from club penguin, awsten knight, and my takes on soulsucker and starfucker for the aforementioned idkhow/waterparks au!

also some closeups bc yeah why not

[aces-come-in-spades]

NOBODY LIKES THE OPENING BAND!: CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Please read all of the following information. This covers some basic in-universe mechanics and provides enough background information to interact with the characters, as well as some info on the characters themselves.

(btw. obligatory fuck you ryan seaman before we continue. i dont support that dickhead <333)

BE ADVISED: HEAVY RELIGIOUS THEMES, SUICIDE, AND GENOCIDE ARE DISCUSSED BELOW!

Nobody Likes the Opening Band! is a non-sequential series of fanfictions inspired by the bands I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (idkhow) and Waterparks, and draws places, people, and other elements from each band's respective lore. Currently only one work, The Paris Manuscript, is being written. It is available to read on AO3. There is a planned second work, Nobody Likes the Opening Band, that will eventually exist.

Nobody Likes the Opening Band! mostly revolves around the plot of the second work, with the Manuscript serving as a sort of prequel. In Opening Band, a new family moves to the town Ryan Seaman lives in, and Ryan is determined to learn what secrets their son Dal is hiding. In the process of trying to uncover Dal's secrets, Ryan discovers Gloomtown, an anti-Purgatory where certain souls who suffered a great deal during their lives or whose lives were cut off before they could have much meaning go to rest before the end of the world. Gloomtown is also the world's source of magic.

In order to fully learn the truth about Dal, Ryan is forced to team up with his ex-friend and current arch-nemesis Awsten Knight, and Paris, a spirit from Gloomtown whose attatched himself to Awsten.

Gloomtown has an incredibly powerful energy that leaks through to Earth, where it soaks into the DNA of random people and mutates it. This mutation allows the person, once they are born, to inherit magical powers once they are 13. Powers can be literally anything.

PASCAL "CAL" PHYLLIS (#cal phyllis)

the only child of the couple that adopted ryan. he has a soul of gold and the strangest humor you've ever seen. his particularly likes to joke about being a capitalist (he is anything but one). also a fantastic matchmaker despite his inability to get a boyfriend! he just wants to kiss someone :<

the only main character without any magic powers. he makes up for it by being the best fucking cupcake baker you've ever met.

(he/him, gay, no magic. birthday october 4.)

likes: baking, eldritch horror, cats, playing pranks hates: messy spaces, tea fun fact: he starts out by crushing on dal but eventually loses interest. rumor has it he's secretly dating a boy named mikey way ;)

PARIS EVANGELINE (#paris)

harley's youngest and most difficult child. he's a shapeshifter and is a (literal) being of chaos.

he was born with his soul outside and detached from his body. he wears it on a chain around his neck, but since this is unnatural he's not quite right. using his powers drain him so he's almost always tired, but he tries to hide it via masking. also his wings don't really get used because flying drains him way more than magic.

due to all of this (and all the bullying his siblings did to him when he was younger, they are incredibly ableist and a few are homophobic) harley wouldn't let him out of gloomtown until one day, they introduced star to paris! at which point paris and star basically became a did system. (more on this when we get to star)

in order to stay alive, paris has to take pieces of human souls and attach them to his soul. he likes to latch onto certain people he really likes and refer to them as his host. at the time of nobody likes the opening band, awsten is paris's current host.

he's super duper flirty and touchy and emotional. and also wears whatever the fuck he wants because he's trying to appeal to humans and to him this means showing off a lot of skin, so he wears crop tops and shorts a lot (he loves them dw)

(genderfluid but often presents as male, pansexual, universal manifestation of chaos. no known birthday.)

likes: raising a ruckus, geese, gummy bears, cuddling hates: whaaaaaaaaat? hating something? impossible! he would never! ahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! fun fact: he started out as my version of waterparks' character soulsucker but he literally turned into an oc this thing is nothing like the real soulsucker.

STAR AVALON EVANGELINE (#star)

paris's guardian.... demon? ghost? spirit who is basically an alter. when paris is stressed/anxious/upset or physically injured/in danger star will assume paris's physical form while paris takes on star's ghost form. star basically gets to have a body for once while paris recovers.

star is a gloom, a type of demon that was created to originally oversee and care for gloomtown. harley wasn't very big on them, seeing them as useless since harley was the new ruler of the place, so all the glooms were wiped out. star had snuck out and was exploring earth and thus escaped death, but they were captured on return and given to paris as a protector. one of star's wings was ripped out of their back, so they hide their wing under jackets cuz they're embarrassed to have anyone find out about this.

due to all the shit that's happened, star tends to close others off and acts incredibly hostile towards most people. they're really only soft towards paris and anyone that is a host/close to a host.

sometimes calls themself avalon for fun

(they/them, aromantic, the last gloom in gloomtown. doesn't actually have a birthday but likes to celebrate it on november 2.)

likes: no one knows hates: everything, if their attitude is anything to go off of fun fact: star was the st*rfucker to soulsucker. again, it got way out of hand <33

HARLEY EVANGELINE (#harley)

a seraphim who, while fallen, never actually committed any sin. they were punished by getting reassigned to ruling gloomtown, and they wield this authority mercilessly. their divinity is what allows gloomtown to affect humans and give them magic.

somehow, they managed to give birth to 100 children.

there really isnt much known about them. they present themself as a benevolent and kind figure, but they hide a much more sinister and cruel personality

(they/she, aceflux, guardian of gloomtown. no known birthday.)

likes: no one knows. hates: no one knows this either. fun fact: they were inspired by bart harley jarvis from idkhow's music video for the song "WHAT LOVE?" (bart is this pink illuminati pyramid thing)

honorable mentions

RYAN SEAMAN: the protagonist of Nobody Likes the Opening Band and Cal's brother. He wasn't born with the Gloomtown DNA mutation, but accidentally fell into Gloomtown while conscious and met Maxx, a very temperamental snake who followed Ryan home and bit him. Ryan now has fangs and can discharge deadly venom by biting, but he usually tries to avoid using this power. Also, Maxx lives in his skin as a tattoo. LIAM FORD: ryan's ex-best friend, who killed himself when he was barely even thirteen after escaping the clutches of tellexx, a research company that had kidnapped and tortured him one summer. he now haunts the town as a ghost.

honorable mentions open for asks

AWSTEN KNIGHT (#awsten): (he/him, bisexual) the local spellcaster, enchantment weaver, and potion-brewer with a fondness for doing the most insane and impulsive shit you've ever seen. he's also paris's current host and claims that paris is a little bitch (which he can be, to be fair). he and ryan used to be friends, fell out after liam's suicide, and some time after dal moves to town, they become friends again before they eventually start dating.

DALLON "DAL" WEEKES (#dal weekes): (he/him, straight) harley's favorite brat, who went "MIA," so to speak. for a few years after extracting his powers from himself. ryan, awsten, and paris had to work together to return dal's powers. He is known as vengeance, and his magic allows him to summon knives that inflict death or a curse on anyone pierced by one. he's also suffered a lot of emotional abuse and experiences a good deal of religious guilt.

[tomsgreg]

This is INSANE. Like they were in the Brobecks together. How do you betray a friend of 10+ years like that it’s sick 😭

[scottpilgrim4everr]

New band shirt!! I actually went to the Hot Chelle Rae show in Palmer. They were performing at the state fair. I BEGGED and PLEADED with my mom to let me get a shirt but she didn’t let me. :(

12 years later I GOT MY SHIRT >:3

[camscendants]

Concerts coming up 👹

[nearisqueer]

need to curate a workout playlist with metal, emo, and punk. I know this is cringe. Fuck you. Help me do it

[dirt-str1der]

Ever since i read this one fma fic about an alchemical natural phenomenon / disaster that happens once every few decades its been on my mind

[aces-come-in-spades]

"Well, you see, Awsten has absolutely zero sense of fun and maybe I think it's funny turning into a caterpillar so-"

i invite you over to my house and while we're greeting each other at the door i turn around and yell "down boy! DOWN! NO!" and you just see a caterpillar moving very slowly across the floor toward you

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i'm planning next halloween's costume NOW

[traversety]

Also tell me about your au

i assume u are referring to my idkhow au! so prepare for THE longest ramble! omg ogm gomg omg SOMEONE ASKED SOMEONE ASKED!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!! SOMEONE ON TUMBLR DOT COM FUCKING ASKED!!!!!!! this is going to be a LONG on anon!

uhhhhh tw in advance for some religious themes and death and suicide because yeah. i do talk about that a little

the short version is that it's a urban fantasy high school idkhow/waterparks crossover au that features several elements from idkhow's lore (notably gloomtown but tellexx is also there) and parx's intellectual property lore (notably soulsucker and starfucker, i want to incorporate the property but have yet to figure out how to fit it in there). OH and gerard way and mikey are there too as side characters EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. oh and even though this is set in the 90s technically i'm giving everyone current-day technology because what the fuck why not.

actual plot is under the cut for those who want to see my ramble (anon you are legally required to read under the cut you unleashed me)

so the main character here is ryan seaman (not bc i like him but for plot reasons it makes a lot more sense), who has lived in bumfuck-middle-of-nowhere utah since he was eleven (oh btw he's adopted in this au). and he's a fucking teenage menace. high school am i right kids. ahahahaha. well anyways this new family moved to town in the summer of 1997 and one of their children is this INCREDIBLY handsome young man named dal! (by the way, did the math, dallon is sixteen). and the biological child of ryan's family, cal, INSTANTLY falls in love with him because your honor cal is incredibly homosexual and we all know dallon looks very good wHO SAID THAT I DIDNT SAY THA-

anyways ryan sees dal on the first day of school and is like There Is Something Interesting About This Guy and i am Not Sure what it is but yknow what cal likes him and he does really cool eye makeup every day so ig he's alright???? even though he's very quiet and has these traumatized eyes. anwyays ryan and cal's family have this lounge/bakery thing they run (inspired by this ice cream parlor in my town that doubles as a study space yes it is so fun to go to i love it there) and dal likes to do some of his homework there bc its kinda close to their school so there's plenty of dallon to go around

anyways cal's birthday rolls around at the beginning of october and he invites dal to come have a sleepover at his house! and he gets put i ryan's room because yeah sure ig. and anyways they stay up pretty late and fall asleep at around 2am ish????? and ryan just suddenly Wakes Up at like 6am (ON A SATURDAY POOR THING) and is like Something Is Wrong and tries to go wake up dal but he steps on this one creaky floorboard that is the only creaky one in the room and suddenly he fucking FALLS INTO THIS PITCH BLACK PLACE AND HES ALL LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHERE AM I THIS IS NOT MY ROOM WHERE IS DAL OH GOD OH SHIT OH FUCK

as it turns out he is in an anti-purgatory called gloomtown, where the souls of those who were tormented while alive or did not live long enough to find meaning in their lives go (think people who were abused, or those who were murdered young or committed suicide). ryan learns all of this from gerard, who died when he wassssss..... thirteen? fourteen? (he fucking fell down the stairs and his neck snapped) and is now a vampire ghost who sort of wanders around the place.

he also tells ryan that You Are NOT Supposed to Be Here! and ryan really should get out. this THING starts chasing ryan around and almost kills him but then he gets bit by a snake????? and for some reason this stops whatever was trying to kill ryan and he gets tossed back into the world of the living and he is now INCREDIBLY confused.

and he tells cal about it and cal believes every word but he's like Erm The Snake Came Back With You! u got this tattoo on u now of a black snake and i swear its Alive and yeah. its alive. its name is maxx and it has a fucking british accent and likes to be a mean pissbaby to ryan (lmao get fucking owned). and ryan has to babysit it now. (btw maxx technically goes by it/he pronouns so i might refer to maxx as a him a lot too)

and for a few weeks all is fine and dandy and then halloween night. ohhhh yeah we serious. ryan looks in his fucking mirror and there is a PERSON STANDING IN IT. they have a glittering blue cloak on and the hood is up and they keep chanting FIND VENGEANCE over and over for like a minute before they leave. with no explanation. maxx is like Go to Gloomtown i know a fella who can maybe point u in the right direction. said fella turns out to be harley evangeline, the angel(?) that runs gloomtown. also the THING that tried to kill ryan!

and theyre like look i know what the fuck that guy is yappin on about but you gotta do me a favor first. i have a bunch of children and one of them is stuck in a necklace. and you gotta do a ritual to free it. here's this bottle of oil infused with the philospoher's stone youre gonna need it. and go find a fucking witch to help you. now get out.

now, good news! ryan knows a witch! bad news! the witch is awsten knight and he and ryan are sworn enemies! they used to be friends but Drama I Wont Get Into happened and now ryan hates him so theyre basically enemies. so now ryan has to suck it up and talk to awsten.

awsten is DELIGHTED to help actually because he loves the occult and shit and it turns out that harley's child is stuck in a moonstone pendant awsten wears all the time! so they free the child. he calls himself paris (its my oc-ified soulsucker jdrihgrdkhg) and he is like AH YES I KNOW HOW TO HELP!!!!!! and he explains some things!

so there are people in the world who can use magic. they are called the gloomtown brats because all magic comes from gloomtown thanks to harley's angelic aura. there are certain special brats who have conditions for their magic to show up. and there is one brat known as the vengeance. a new vengeance only shows up once every 100 years and they are VITAL to gloomtown's life cycle. the current vengeance apparently did some shit where they managed to sever their magic off and harley is Panicking bc they have no clue where vengeance is. but theyre around ryan's area somewhere.

the next day paris gets ONE look at dal and is convinced its him but there's no way to prove it. unless he does something that makes him very very happy! and thanks to cal's dal obsession they know that dal likes to play music! and there's a winter talent show the high school puts on every year for christmas and ryan manages to strong arm dal into joining up with him to play music.

now it turns out that when you put dal on a stage he is the most fucking enrapturing guy youve ever met. i mean come on he wears sparkling purple eyeshadow and does little eyeliner heart dots on his cheeks and has this aristocratic charm that hypnotizes you and GOD HE IS HANDSOME. and dal gets so lost in the performance that some of his gloomtown influence literally bleeds out of his fingertips in the form of black liquid (BLEED MAGIC REFERENCE I AM SO COOL YEAAAAHHH) which is more than enough proof for paris.

the only way to couple the magic back up to dal is to get him into gloomtown and thanks to awsten's annoying scheming they manage to get him in before he realizes what happened. and harley's all like OKAY DAL YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED

as it turns out dal has VERY strict parents who arent very big on the music he listens to/plays and theyve always seen him as some kind of cursed/demonically influenced child. and he was singing one time when his parents were gone and he didnt hear them come home and they got fucking PISSED at him and dal panicked and ripped his magic out because he was convinced that the gloomtown influence was what made his parents think he was demonically influenced and that without the magic everything would be better.

however he now says that he realizes that his parents were basically abusing and manipulating him and that he's allowed to be his own special person and he gets his magic back YAAAAY EVERYONE CHEER!!!!!

there is a LOT more i could go into like how starfucker fits into all of this and tellexx's relevance to the plot and the opening band tellexx au and why ryan and awsten weren't friends at the start of this. BUT you could also just go read my ao3 fic the paris manuscript because it's gonna cover some of these things! also if you go to my oc roleplay sideblog @aces-come-in-spades there's a masterpost about the opening band characters there and it's very helpful i think!!!!!

ALSO BY THE END OF THE PLOT RYAN AND AWSTEN ARE DATING BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE ENEMIES TO LOVERSSSSSSS

and its an on and off joke that cal may or may not be dating mikey way by the end of the plot. who knows? i'd never tell you :]

OKAY IM FINALLY DONE GO READ THE PARIS MANUSCRIPT BY TRAVERSETY ON AO3 I LOVE YOU SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <33

[aces-come-in-spades]

obligatory "meet my freaks" post

mod introduction

MONA

your incredibly charming mod! spends way too much time wasting her time when she should be doing other things. prone to disappearing in the middle of conversations.

has an ao3 account (traversety) and draws all her own characters (drew the blog icon, too! say hi to paris), but would also go INSANE WITH DELIGHT if someone drew them too......... ;>

(she/her, aroace, 17, autism & adhd. birthday april 19.)

likes: bunnies, music, writing, drawing hates: tornadoes, being ignored fun fact: mona's main blog is @traversety!

emergency character color guide

ROMAN KEITH NILSEN

LOGAN VAILE

JAZZ VAN JANSEN

ALAN HARPER

ALTAIR SANDLER-MCBRIDE

JAMIE WINCHESTER-SOMERSET

ELLIOT ROUSSEAU

CAL PHYLLIS

PARIS

STAR

HARLEY

AWSTEN KNIGHT (he's technically not an oc but he's in the opening band au and can answer asks and stuff)

DAL WEEKES (also technically not an oc)

oc masterlists

FROM THE LIBRARY OF AN ACE OF SPADES MASTERLIST

NOBODY LIKES THE OPENING BAND! MASTERLIST

DO NOT, FOR ANY REASON, DO ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:

send nsfw asks! your mod is aroace, underaged, and very much disgusted by that sort of content, so stay away, thank you!

use any kind of slurs or degrading language! this should be obvious, but be nice to me and the gang!

send any asks regarding religion! alan is a catholic and so is your mod, but online religious discourse triggers a lot of anxiety and paranoia for your mod, so please don't talk about it!

ask about the political beliefs of any characters! your mod isn't very up-to-date on the political scene and finds it all to be objectively important but subjectively a bore! also that shit is controversial and this is supposed to be a peaceful place. no politics here, thank you very much!

tags masterlist & other misc things

#mona speaks: out of character posts from your mod. #the librarians speak: general tag for posts/answered asks done by any of the ftloaaos (from the library of an ace of spades) characters. this will be used alongside character name tags and the tag #from the library of an ace of spades. #the band members speak: general tag for posts/answered asks done by any of the opening band (nobody likes the opening band!) characters. this will be used alongside character name tags and the tag #nobody likes the opening band!.

CLAIMED ANONS: currently none

[aces-come-in-spades]

OH MY GOD YES

[skelly-words]

sneaking into a witch’s garden to steal something and her vines fertilize you 😩😩 (this sentence is crazy bruh)

wait til she finds you in the morning and fucks you with her huge dick

NSFW, Minors DNI (18+ obv)

TAGS: non-con monsterfucking, vines/plants, aphrodisiac, ovi, all holes, futanari, this is so cursed lol, also a period piece ig

WC- 1.1k

You're hungry. The kind of starving that makes you ask the grocers at the market for vegetable scraps, lift bread loaves out of unattended baskets, and hop the ten-foot cobblestone wall into your neighbor's garden.

You feel like an idiot as soon as you make it into the witch's yard. Nobody ever got away with stealing from her, yet here you were, shivering in the frigid winter twilight, inching across her frosted lawn to the brightly lit greenhouse.

The heavy glass doors barely creak and you're almost sucked in by the humid air. The empty gurgle in your gut makes you press on through the rows of plants, looking for something edible or incredible to make off with.

You search the entire greenhouse before making the mistake of sniffing at her rose bushes. They smell sweet, much less harsh and organic than a normal rose. You sniff deeply into the blossom as it pushed against your nose.

Your mind is gone after that first inhale. The careful brambles shred your clothes, letting the rags fall to the dirt while they carefully wrap around your body. The rosebuds drip with a sweet syrup. It leaks into the seam of your mouth, making you lick out to taste it, to suckle the nectar from the buds until you're drowning in it.

You've been completely pulled into the rose bushes now, so tangled in the tenacious little plant that you couldn't get out if you wanted to. You drink down whatever the bud gives you, even as the sticky liquid makes you gasp and choke. More of the buds press to the corner of your mouth, smearing the substance across your jaw and neck, some drop lower, opening their petals to suckle on your swollen nipples. You haven't noticed how heavy your breasts have gotten. The tight binding of the vines had to adjust so the hungry rosebuds could suck on your fat tits.

Milk spurts out of you as the vines squish and squeeze at your heaving chest. You can hardly breathe. Something is in the syrup, making your mind numb and skin tingle as it smears on your sensitive body. Globs of sticky nectar drip onto your clit so it twitches and throbs as a greedy bud latches onto it. Your hips buck, bumping into a bundle of slender stamen that prod at your entrance. They move with your hips to work your pussy open. The tendrils twist their way into your tight hole and slowly expand. The sucker on your clit helps your muscles relax, but the demanding stretch is too much.

You groan loudly, parting your lips to pant as the fibers pry your cunt apart. The blossom at your lips forces its way deeper, sliding over your tongue, dripping down your throat, snaking its way so deep you can't taste the sweetness of the syrup its pumping into you.

Suddenly, the stretch isn't so bad anymore and you moan, sounding more like a gurgle around the obstruction. You can feel them exploring your insides. The stamen probe at your cervix, getting as deep as possible before turning you into a proper seed bed. It slowly starts to pump you full of spawn, feeding eggs into your cunt with thick spurts of the rose nectar. Your eyes roll back as the band in your belly tightens. It snaps as the effects of the drugged plant take over. Your pussy tingles, walls clenching, squishing the eggs and juice in as you cum. Pathetic dribbles leak down your thighs as the mess sprays out of you.

Streams of milk lead from your nipples, pooling beneath each breast. You're leaking too fast for the rosebuds to suckle up. Time seems to move slow, or fast. You don't really know, counting the eggs being shoved into you instead of the minutes. At least your tummy is full now. You've been well fed by the vine lodged in your throat.

The witch finds you in the morning when she comes to garden. You're so tucked away in the vines, she would've missed you if not for the sound. You're squishing and sloshing from being so stuffed full by her naughty flora.

"Looks like my rosehips like you, they've made you into a perfect seedbed. It's kinda kismet because I've been meaning to propagate them." She grabs your hips, wrenching you halfway out of the bush to look at what the plant has done to you. "The rosehips only care about breeding, so it's left your cute little ass all empty."

Her finger swirls through your drooling folds before dipping lower and sinking into your butt. You're so tight, already squirming around one little finger. She palms her cock with her other hand as she fucks you open on her fingers. Slick drips down from your cunt to help lube up your hole. You watch her black skirt start to lift as she gets harder. Her dripping tip starts to poke from the beneath the hem as she grows. Thick semen runs from the blunt head of her horsecock. She lets it land in your cunt, left gaping by the twenty six eggs the rose has planted in you.

The witch only puts two fingers in your ass before forcing her dick in. She grunts and huffs, grip on your hips only growing tighter with each stunted thrust. You're strung out on the aphrodisiac being fed down your throat. You've been drinking it all night long, more full than you've been in months. The fat cockhead catches on your rim each time she pulls back, you clench and twitch around her, squeezing the life out of her dick.

You take it all, sucking all thirteen inches into your puckering hole. She rolls her hips against yours, mesmerized by how your your cunt twitches and tightens as she fucks you. She's so big and pent up, so it doesn’t take long for her to release, cumming deep in your guts as her balls pump her sticky spunk into you.

You hardly control your body anymore, murmuring weakly as you squirt on the witch's dick. She keeps a punishing pace and you love it. The rough drag of her throbbing cock makes your muscles tense and squeeze. She tugs the bud away from your left tit, leaning down to suck on your abused nipple.

"Your milk's sweet. Taste it." She suckles from you again and spits it between your lips, already left open by the vine, but you can taste the milk as it hits your tongue. It's so good, you're almost jealous she gets to drink it. She mouths at your breast, giving kitten licks to the liquid beading on your cute brown nubs.

You’re making such a mess of cum on her stomach as she leans over you. The overstimulation is hard to register from how hazy your mind’s become. Your clit pulses from being sucked on all night, spasming again whenever she has you at the fullest. She has your ass so stuffed it makes your eyes cross and the stamen are trying to push another egg in you. Every orgasm wrecks you, cresting tears over your cheeks as she keeps her lips pressed around your chest to nurse from you.

Not many people are stupid enough to steal from the witch anymore, and her cock gets so painfully hard when she doesn’t have a slut like you to take care of it. She takes out all of her frustration on your poor virgin ass. You’re so ruined now, only able to cum and spread your legs more because that’s all the aphrodisiac allows you to think about.

you’ve lost count of how many eggs are in your sticky cunt, always being given more and more as you adjust. Your butt is stretched so much by her swollen length that she’s trained you to take her whenever she wants. Your rim easily swallows up her fingers, tongue, or dick, sometimes dildos, whatever she felt like watching you squirt on.

The witch’s cock keeps you plugged up every morning. It's the only routine you can seem to keep track of these days. Oh well, who knows why you came here in the first place anyway?

A/n- i wrote this in one sitting (it’s noticeable)

new tentacle au idea, thoughts?