#tentacle slaps for everybody!

[marlynnofmany]

I do love some good misheard lyrics. I just rediscovered the song "Ten O'clock Postman," which someone in my vicinity once overheard as "Tentacle Postman," which led to a couple very entertaining short stories.

I still think fondly of that character.

[purrpletiger]

FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:

Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.

If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!

If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!

Link to all the full images

Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)

Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)

Main Outfit:

YOLO sunglasses

Backwards propeller cap

Pink Polo shirt

Crayola Jacket

Gold Tooth

SWAG fannypack

Convertible Zip-off pants

White Heelie shoes

Pink socks

He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)

The bag says SWAG on it

His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...

this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.

those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside

HE HAS HEELIES!

Pink glove cuffs!

his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it

Glasses Off:

The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket

- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...

It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.

He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)

"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ

(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)

The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too

i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak

I miss the SWAG necklace...

Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.

Human Designs:

Fresh can possess humans too.

They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.

Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway

Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!

I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong

FURBIES!:

Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)

"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.

And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ

Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:

This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)

It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)

This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him

The REAL Parasite:

Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)

The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)

You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body

All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies

Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger

pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!

That's all!

[princesspsalot]

“You useless whore - you failed to make me cum this morning so now you’re going to be used like a pathetic little doll who’s only purpose is my entertainment”

He shoved my head down into his crotch and instructed that I lick and suck on his balls.

I did as instructed while he jerked off until he pulled me up by my hair and handed me my newest tentacle dildo.

“Tongue out - fuck your throat with this while your grind of my thigh”

I gagged on the dildo, leaking spit and saliva until I was nearly sick - but I kept going.

“Lay on my chest and fuck yourself with it while holding a vibe to your clot with your other hand. I want you to squirt in my face”

“Yes Sir”

I tried my best to fuck myself with it but it clearly wasn’t enough - “You pathetic slut, can’t fuck either of us properly without help” he said as he grabbed the dildo out if my hand and pounded it into me over and over. I quickly squirted all over his face and chest and was then dragged up to my knees “good girls keep their tongues out”

I put my tongue back out and was then instructed to slap myself with my dildo as he jerked off to me humiliating myself for him - but then the brat came out 😈

I placed the tentacle dildo on his face, rubbing it all I’ve this face to ensure my justices were covering him “this just made me cum - it’s going to help you now too”

I started slapping his face with the tentacle and shoved it into his mouth “clean up the mess you made” I instructed. “Maybe I’ll have to lock your dick up after you cum and watch YOU be edged for a change- wouldn’t that be fun?” I said as I got closer to his face. “I could wear your key as a necklace and fiddle wit it in public, letting everybody know that you’re locked up for me”

He pulled my hair, forcing me backwards as he came all over my stomach “remember your fucking place you brat - your turn clean up your mess”

“Oh - and the cage is my choice, not yours”

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 30

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

Back to the Start! Previous Next

"And Y'know what they've got? TWO BROTHERS THAT CAN EAT SH-"

Tasha quickly covers Leo's mouth with a shake of her head.

"He is right."

Tasha. Well- she wasn't one to joke around, but she was saying what was also on Milo's mind. And now yours. Yeah, it's still worth a shot, isn't it?

Along with Leo's muffled shouts came a reassuring smile from Milo, carefully offering his hand to you to get you out of your dark room. You needed to start preparing, right? One thing that was reassuring was knowing you wouldn't have to face any salty comebacks, and you already knew your opponents would be good sports whether it be a win or a loss. Milo reluctantly let go of your hand after guiding you to the washroom thanks to Tasha's instruction to give your face a quick wash. You gently slapped your face and stretched it while you looked in the mirror, still being slightly unused to the face staring back at you. You swear you notice new things every time, mostly tiny scars. You run a hand over your tentacles and to the nape of your neck, gently rubbing it to soothe yourself.

You lean on the counter as you get a little closer, messing with your facial expression. That face is about to be on TV. And that face? Is about to beat Goggles.

...You hoped.

You slowly make your way over to the living room, face less red and puffy. Your family are all resting in the living room waiting for instructions. Leo's on the couch, playing on his phone. His phone screen is a bit too close to his face, and Milo is berating him for it. Tasha's sitting on the single chair, cleaning her weapon. Hm, she does that a lot. Milo almost seems like an exasperated mother or older sister, and it makes you stifle a giggle.

"What now, Boss?"

Well, as much as you'd love to be nice and treat them to the mall or something- that can wait till after the battle. You wouldn't want your team's legs going tired before the battles and come on, treats come after. Here, let's see... What should be done? Stretching, something to improve your moods, double check your timings, clean your weapons, maybe train for a short while. Well- stretching wasn't as important as a squid- no bones and all - but it was still useful to warm up your muscles right before your match.

"How is everybody for food?"

You all ate a few hours ago, but everyone was different. Milo of course always kept snacks on his person for anyone who needed them, but mainly for Leo. Tasha eats pretty light in general and isn't a fan of eating in public, Milo often eats three big meals per day, and Leo has smaller meals but much, much more frequently. It seems you didn't have to worry about food just yet, so you figured training first with frequent breaks whenever needed, food, taking care of your weapons, calming down for the night with some entertainment, maybe a game or if everyone wanted to do their own thing, you could catch up on your latest manga.

And so, the four of you made your way over to Sheldon's practice area by train. You honestly didn't have much of a plan, expecting it to be just the usual target practice- which sounded kinda lame now that you thought of it.

It took a bit to get there, Milo being too kind and letting people on the train before him.

Once you had finally arrived, you groaned as you noticed some purple ink all around the far room. That's alright you suppose, you'll just have even less space to practice is all. You began barking out training ideas when you noticed somebody coming up from behind you. They didn't seem like a threat- judging by your family's expressions, it was somebody familiar. So you teasingly aimed/swung your weapon right before hitting them. You were aiming for head height,but it matched at their chest level, them gazing down curiously, and you slowly tilting your head up; forgetting how stupidly tall he was.

"Oh, Skull,"

Whoops, that was dry. He didn't seem to notice as he began to ask you only extremely direct questions, starting with if you were about to start training.

Soon enough, the other S4 members came and found their leader, slightly irritated that he managed to wander off, but gaining a bit of excitement - or, well, seeming less down(?) depending on the squid. Aloha was quick to make his way over to Leo and start chatting. Army thought for a moment as he watched the interaction, shaking his head lightly. He repeated Skull's earlier question in his own manner, slightly tilting his head in thought.

"Well, if it's training you'd like- then I have a proposal. I heard that-"

"-OH YEAH!, The stage you're battling on tomorrow is open right now! We checked it earlier for ya!"

Aloha swiftly cut him off, accidentally tugging Leo with him.

Mask shakes his head, you're honestly surprised to see that he was actually paying attention, gasmask in his phone.

Army rolled his eyes and continued;

"Yes, it is free tonight."

You caught the way he glanced at Aloha, and how Skull tilted his head, appearing confused but not saying anything of it. Analyzing people came natural as an S+ Ranker, and you could tell they were hiding something. Surely it couldn't be bad as they were willing to help you- and you'd hoped it was due to the fact that you've helped them before. Or maybe this is payback for those gruesome hours of trailing? Who knows.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Before you knew it, you were at the super jump area in Deca tower. A worker there offered your group a raised eyebrow before shrugging.

"Was wonderin' why ya booked a timin' so late on this stage, S4's Army. Either way, have fun, gang!"

His face flushed with orange as he stepped on the super jumper and swiftly went before you could object.

He paid for this training time?? How did he know? You swiftly turned to the S4 members with your mouth agape, but before you could even try to offer anything, Mask quickly shut you down.

"We're the S-fooour,-"

He dragged out his words, hesitating on the next,

"We woooon't take your cash."

And so began a short night of fun battles. You made sure to clarify you wouldn't be long- and Army had already assumed so, not wanting to tire out your team. 'Smart move', he called it.

You couldn't help but continue to wonder how different they were in battle compared to the blue team.

You sent ink flying as you thought,

'Aloha's probably the most like their team in general with their shenanigans- but I remember Rider saying that they were underestimated, especially due to improving so quickly by facing so many S+ rankers and winning. But are we stronger than the purple team? Likely. Maybe we do stand a chance?'

Battles went on until Leo complained, to which you took your first break 10 minutes in. You only battled for 40 minutes including breaks- you really hadn't intended on battling long. For the remaining 20 mins of time the S4 decided to do some 2v2s, which was mostly just to make you feel less guilty. You thanked them, already trying to come up with ways to repay them. But Mask caught you once again.

"Repay us by winiiiing, we don't want or need anything in retuuurn besides thaaat."

You sarcastically rolled your eyes, and bid your goodbyes.

The family decided on playing a few card games after dinner to wind down after cleaning your weapons, followed by being up to your own devices afterward.

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Wc: 1.3k

Feb.18.24

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

This blog has been dead lately 👁👄👁

Are you looking for questions?? If so here you go! 10 questions👍

How much do you love your brother?

2. Are any of the bad sans clingy sometimes?

3. I remember you telling me that dust is at the same ticklish level as you soo if both of you went into a tickle fight who would lose ?

4. Has anyone ever jump scared you before?

5. If you were to tickle one of the murder time trio in front of everyone who would it be?

6. Why is Dust Killer's main target whenever it come tickling?

7. If you kiss error on the cheek how would he react?

8. Give everybody you love a hug

9. Ask your loved one if he want a hug then if he says yes trick him and start tickling him!

10. What do you prefer to be called?

Im done writing questions😭 okay have nice a day byee!!

( oh wow that's a lot-

And yes my ask box is always empty 🥲 )

1.

NM: I don't really know, we're on better terms since the truce but we still need to work on a few things, so I guess maybe 6 out of ten ? I don't hate him but it's not love either, it's more like... I appreciate him

2.

NM: yes, especially Killer, since he gets bored easly when he's alone he often chose someone to stay with for the day and doesn't let them go

3.

NM: Dust would definitely lose and the simple reason to that is because I have tentacles and he wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to use his blue magic on me

4.

NM: Every. F#cking. Day. With these idiots living in my castle. I litterally can't catch a break.

5.

NM: I guess Killer because he seems to be very immune to embarrassment so he probably wouldn't even mind

6.

NM: because Dust has the funniest reaction, he's the most ticklish out of the three and since they're mostly always together he's the most accessible

7.

NM: blush a little and smile I guess, we worked a lot on his aphephobia, he doesn't have any problem touching me anymore, it's still complicated with the others tho

8.

NM: okay here's how it went:

- Error hugged me back

- Hate was very confused

- Killer slapped my ass so I slapped his

- Dust didn't do anything at first but ended up hugging me back

- Horror hugged me back and didn't let go for an entire hour because he thought I was sad

9.

NM: oh God okay here's how it went:

I hugged Error and when he hugged me back I tickled his ribs, of course he yelled because he wasn't expecting that, and that's when I regretted it: he pushed me and tied me in his strings before tickling me in return

10.

NM: Nightmare ? I mean- just call me by my name ?? You can also call me your majesty tho

[questionablequeeries]

You Looking At Me Looking At You by Ozzy Osbourne

Steve wished he could run away, be normal again, just…exist. Instead, he was crawling through a gate, falling onto a stained mattress as the mood ring clinked against the chain on his neck. Honestly, he and Dustin had both pretty openly and loudly fought against using the trailergate, but it really was the most logical one they could get to, safer than watergate, farther from Vecna’s house than Creelgate (he’d wanted to call it douchebaggate and was once again vetoed) with a softer landing than Roadgate. He couldn’t help thinking back to when Eddie pointed out that slapping ‘demo’ onto everything lacked any semblance of creativity and found himself agreeing that maybe they just didn’t have it.

“It’s gone!” Dustin’s loud voice broke through the quiet, running towards…ah, shit.

“Henderson! Dustin, wait!” Steve ran after the kid, but he couldn’t help staring, “Where is he?” He whispered, looking around as if anyone else would have answers.

“Some demobeast probably, well, ate him.” Nancy offered her own suggestion, looking surprisingly green and guilty upon opening her mouth, “It doesn’t matter. We need to go.”

Robin, ever the more comforting, reached out and took Steve’s hand silently, giving it a squeeze and breathing a sigh of relief when she got one in return.

Steve forced his stoicism to take the place of his anger, that Eddie’s final resting place had been so violated. He wanted to scream, rage, start smashing tentacles, but he…couldn’t? His flashlight caught movement in the trees as they walked from the Creel house to the lab (apparently even Vecna wasn’t dumb enough to make his base of operations an easily accessed old house. All it had taken was the death of his everything), and he felt his throat close up, “Um, guys?”

“Shit, that’s a lot of ‘em.” Mike looked to Eleven for a brief moment before shifting his gaze back up to the dozens and dozens of demobats perched on branches, so keenly aware of them, “El? Think you can beat them?”

Eleven slowly nodded, though she hesitated, “They seem to be waiting for something.” She sounded uncertain.

“Vecna?” Nancy clutched her shotgun a little tighter, definitely on edge when both Eleven and Will shook their heads.

Steve couldn’t help letting out a choked cry when the sound of massive leather wings preceded a creature landing in front of them, letting loose with a screech that caused most of them to clutch their ears. Eddie was different, angry, more animal than man, but he couldn’t help breaking formation, running for him, ignoring the cries of ‘Steve!’ As much as he’d ignored his own misery for months, “Is that…Eds, is that you?” He whispered hopefully.

Eddie tilted his head, glowing eyes peering intently at Steve as if he couldn’t decide whether or not he was food. He solved that answer by lunging forward, throwing them both to the ground.

“Eds…c’mon, this isn’t you.” Steve winced at the claws digging into his throat, looking up at the other straddling him and making a sign for everyone else to stay back. This was his fight, dammit. He reached up with a shaking hand and tucked a greasy lock of hair behind an elongated ear, “V-Very metal-looking.” He hissed as fingers clawed deeper into flesh, his free hand moving to hold the mood ring just so gently.

Eddie caught sight of it, glittering by lightning flash, and he sat back as if he was confused. He shook his head, knocking his hair back into a curtain, and then he was gone, taking his bats with him.

Okay, Steve totally deserved the chewing out he got from pretty much everybody as his injuries were patched up but he honestly wasn’t even paying attention. Their mission was to kill Henry/Vecna/One but, as they resumed their march, he realized that he had a new mission. He was Sam, and he was sure as hell bringing his Frodo back from Mordor.

@steddie-week Follow along and read the other parts to this story here:

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Thirty One: Safe (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

(Warning: hint at rape and slight intimacy)

Today was a bad day. It rained all morn’n, and nobody was out- so I’s didn’t sell as many papes. But I get ta see Spot tonight, so maybe things’ll turn up.

On my way to Brooklyn, I hear voices- which is odd since I’s hadn’t seen a single soul for a few blocks now. It’s alright- you’s made this trip dozens-a times. You’s just let’n Jack and Spot’s cautious talk get to you.

I’s dressed like a boy, but that don’t mean I’s still ain’t noivous. 

Tha voices keep get’n louder, but whenever I look behind me there ain’t noth’n there. Until-

“Nice day, right Oscar?”

I whip around and face tha Delancy broddas stand’n in the ally, block’n my way out, and immediately get a sick feel’n in my stomach.

“Yeah, real nice day. I’s was just think’n ‘bout do’n someth’n. How ‘bout you?” Morris asks his smirk’n brodda.

“Yeah. How’s about we’s find a nice-look’n someone to… take care of.”

My stomach drops.

“Hey, there’s a beautiful goil right there!” Oscar points at me, as if I hadn’t heard ‘em. What’re they-?

“C’mere, sweetie. We don’t bite!” Morris taunts.

I shake my head. “N-no. I gots to be go’n-”

“Hey, I’s right! She’s tha one! She’s Colon’s squeeze!”

I flinch. Spot and I haven’t gotten too intimate, and I’s still too afraid to ask. I’s afraid he’ll hate me for it, or if he will want me just ‘cause of that.

“Come here, now!” Morris stiffly strides forward and grabs my arm, which in response I kick him in tha knees.

“Touch me again, and I’ll- I’ll-!” I can’t find me own voice…

“You’ll what? Ya gonna cry? You think you’s untouchable just ‘cause you’s Brooklyn’s little hussy?” I gasp and he laughs with Oscar. He also pushes me back against tha wall and grips my wrists. “Hear that, Oscar? She thinks she’s is so all high-and-mighty just ‘cause she’s Colon’s plaything!”

Tears form in my eyes. “No! No, I ain’t- We haven’t- I-” But I can’t speak. And even if I could, they’s wouldn’t listen to me.

Morris leans in and tries to kiss me, and I nearly belch. He’s a tentacle-faced bastard! I bite his lip, which just makes him tighten his grip.

“Kiss back, harlot! God- I don’t know why Colon’s kept ya around, your such a tiny thing!”

“Maybe he likes ‘em smaller?” Morris chuckles.

My strength has left me. All I can do is whimper.

“This is get’n old. Shall we?” Tha broddas share an evil look, and I know what they’s think’n when Oscar starts mess’n with my knickers.

“No- No! P-Please-!”

I get a slap in tha face.

“We weren’t ask’n you! What, ya surprised? Colon ain’t ever slapped ya?” He hits me again, and my knees buckle, send’n me to tha ground. He hits me again, this time across my cheek.

“Uh- Oscar? Maybe we’s should back off for now. I mean, soak’n tha Brooklyn gang is one thing, but beat’n Spot’s goil? He’s gonna send us to Hell and back!”

Oscar leans in for one last attempted kiss, which I stiffen at. “Suppose you’s right, Morris. Alright, slut. We’s leave’n- fer now. But don’t think just ‘cause you’s Colon’s goil it means you’s get’n away with anyth’n! We’ll be back!” He runs a threat’n finger along my jawline.

And with that, he sneers and turns away. Morris goes to follow him, but not before give’n me a look of slight apology.

I feel sick. Like there’s dirt on my skin that’ll never come off.

Those low-life, slimy, no-good, sleazy bastards!

I break down cry’n, and sit there with my face to tha ground. I can’t bear to look up- even if there ain’t nobody there. How did I let that just happen? Am I really just a weak, little goil?

I can’t stand be’n alone any longer- I need Spot! 

I slowly, cautiously get up and look both ways before I come oudda the ally, then I take off sprint’n, not bother’n to look at anybody I pass. It’s all I can do not to break down cry’n in front of everybody.

Tha Brooklyn Bridge is a new sign of sanctuary all in itself. I can’t wait anodda minute ‘till I see Spot-

But I can already see Spot’s got himself in a situation too. Him and tha Brooklyn gang’re surround’n a guy- a nonfriendly, by tha looks of him. Probably glanced at Spot the wrong way and gots to pay for it.

I don’t wanna interrupt, but I can’t control myself. When Spot looks over and sees me, his face lights up a bit. He glares at tha thug and says a few words, then runs ova to me.

“Hey! I didn’t know you’s-”

I don’t let him finish. I wrap my arms around him, grip his suspenders for dear life, and sob, like a pathetic goil. I don’t even care my face is burn’n from rub’n against tha suspenders.

Spot, surprised by this, seems to give his joke’n gang a warn’n look, and pulls me in. All tha Brooklyn newsies split, but not before give’n me strange looks.

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s alright. Let it out, Beauty. Shhh… What happened?” Spot runs his hands up and down my back. His woids give me comfort, but when Spot sees tha handprint left on my face his features turn dark. His body goes stiff, and his hands clench.

“Who?”

A simple question- one I wish I’d never have to answer.

It takes me a while, but I finally whimper:

“Tha- Tha Delancies,” I whisper so quiet, but Spot still hears.

“They’s hurt ya pretty bad, huh? Even I knows it’s bad when Rebecca Colon is cry’n. It’s alright- you’s safe now.”

“S-Spot- Do- Do you… Do you only like me ‘cause I’s pretty?” I struggle to find my voice, and even so I don’t wanna know the answer.

Spot does a double-take, and don’t seem to get my question.

“You know- how you’s only with me ‘cause I’s… with you physically.” I cannot believe I’s talk’n about this!

He then gets it, and his eyes widen a bit. I wanna look away, but I godda know-

“Beauty, you realize there’s a million odda reason for me to luv you, right?”

I nod shakily and look away, embarrassed I’d ever brought it up. But Spot catches my face in his hands and makes me face him.

“Whatever them two bastards told you, it ain’t true. I luv you ‘cause your you, and I don’t want you to ever change. Please don’t change, Rebecca. You’s just fine tha way you’s is. And…” He licks his lips, unsure what to say. “...And if you’s ever wanna talk ‘bout be’n physical, it’s ok. Ya don’t have to be so shy. I never bring it up ‘cause I’s don’t wanna make you’s feel uncomfortable.”

“Th-Thanks, Spot. I- I’s just ashamed that I’s so shy ‘bout this…” I hang my head again.

“Beauty, you know how adorable you’s is when you’s all flustered? I luv it! Don’t worry so much- I knows a thing or two. You can trust me.”

I can- I knows I can.

“Th- Thanks, Spot. I- l-luv you too.” I gather myself and attempt to explain what happened.

“They-they’s tried to… They said…” I gasp for breath as I look down at my slightly ripped pants..

Spot gets this message loud and clear, and clenches his teeth. I can feel his temper rise’n, and know this ain’t gonna fly well with him.

“I’ll soak them bastards! I’ll soak ‘em so hard they’s won’t be able to walk!” He lets go and starts march’n away, but then realizes what he’s do’n. He comes back and holds me again.

“I’ll find ‘em, don’t worry. But for now I’ll stay with you, alright?”

I nod again. “Th- Thank you, Spot. I- I’s just sorry I wasn’t stronger-”

“Hey, hey! There’ll be no talk’n like that! Beauty, they’s cornered you in an ally! They’s more than twice your size and strength, not to mention you’s probably weren’t think’n straight when they’s tried to-”

He stops, disgusted to even say anymore. But he also seems to rethink someth’n.

“I- I didn’t mean you’s weak-minded or anyth’n-”

“No, no. I- It’s fine. I was weak-minded when they’s… did what they did. Don’t be so hard on Morris- he made them stop.”

“That ain’t no excuse- he still hurt ya! And that ain’t gonna be taken lightly! I ain’t just gonna let some bastards feel up my wife!”

“Th- Thanks.” I bury my face in Spot’s neck, thankful for tha safety and comfort.

“No problem. You’s here now, alive. My strong, beautiful goil. And that’s all I could ever want. Hey, Bucky!” Spot calls over at his second-in-command, who’s returned. “Tell tha jerk to scram- unless he wants a busted leg!” He must be refer’n to tha guy they’s was fight’n earlier.

Tha guy in general sees me, and scoffs.

“You’s ain’t gonna fight just ‘cause of some wimpy goil?” tha brute asks.

That did it. If looks could kill, tha guy’s blood would be soak’n tha pavement. Spot’s glare intensifies as he steps toward him almost a little too calmly.

“As a madda-a-fact, her name’s Becca, and she’s tha most beautiful thing tha Maker ever created, and if I catch you’s talk’n ‘bout her like that again, I’ll rip your throat out!”

Tha brute don’t wait any longer- he takes off run’n like a wimpy deer, and he don’t look back.

Spot looks back at me, with a mixed look of pity and humor. “I guess I knows how to pick ‘em. Why’s it you’s always got bums chase’n after you?”

I shrug, wipe’n my face. “Just lucky, I guess.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me against him, then whispers in my ear: “Then I guess I’s got tha best luck of all, ‘cause I get to be with you.”

I let a giggle slip. Then, Spot says:

“It’s get’n late, and you’s had a long day. How ‘bout we gets you to bed?” Before I answer, he swiftly picks me up and begins to carry me.

“Sp-!” 

“Before you’s start hiss’n at me ‘bout carry’n you, can it! It don’t mean you’s weak, I’s just show’n how I luv ya.” 

I don’t protest. Instead, I rest my head on Spot’s shoulder and nearly forget all about what happened…

Upstairs, I’m laid down gently and begin to take off my shoes-

“You want me to stay?” Spot asks. In a hopeful way, or just curious?

“Would ya hate me if I said yes?” I ask, take’n my hat off and let’n my hair down.

He grins at me, a boyish grin that nobody could ever top. “Never.” 

He sits down next to me while I finish untangle’n my hair, and I notice him analyze’n me oudda tha corner of my eye.

“We could have some fun, if you’s ok with it.”

My heart skips a beat, but… I don’t panic. I’s a mature, married woman. I trust my instincts, and this feels right. My voice avoids me, so instead I run my hands up and down Spot’s suspenders, then begin to slowly pull them off one by one. This gets me a shocked, wide-eyed look from Spot.

“Yes,” I say in a low, but certain voice.

Spot’s face lights up, and he slowly starts take’n off his shirt. I notice his pupils dilate as he brings me in for a deep kiss, already run’n his hands on me…

“Wow,” Spot breathes, both of us pant’n. “Just… wow.”

I give a small smile. “Not too bad yourself.”

Spot cups my face and makes me look at him.

“Ya sure you’s ok?” Spot asks again. “No more worry’n ‘bout tha Delanceys?”

I nod, trace’n tha veins on Spot’s arm with my finger. “You make me feel safe, Spot.”

He nods back, and we both begin to drift off. I’s tired, but I keep get’n tangled in the blankets. It’s extremely late, and we’s both extremely tired, but for tha life of me I can’t settle down!

“Beauty, will ya stop move’n?” Spot grumbles, his hat over his eyes.

“Sorry!” I hiss. “I just can’t find a spot to get comfortable in-”

I feel a hand reach across my side and pull me in, closer to Spot. His heat radiates off him and comforts me.

“Well, here’s a spot you’s can get comfortable with.”

I open my mouth to respond, and then get tha joke. I smirk. “Haha, Spot Colon is play’n with woids.” 

I give him an annoyed look while he looks down at me with a simple, content smile.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be able ta luv you any more than I already did, but I guess I was wrong.”

“I’d never thought I’d ever be able to find luv, let alone be able to feel so happy. I guess we’s both wrong,” I smile.

I nuzzle into tha crook of his shoulder, and feel Spot kiss my head. Slowly I drift off to tha sound of Spot’s steady breath’n…

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Deep In The Dark

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yQBimNa by Benderjspark Katsuki has been captured...He can't see, can't hear, can't talk...All he can do is FEEL. Riot and his gang have a new toy to play with, one that Riot plans to thoroughly break down until only a desperate little cockwhore pet is left. WARNING: This fic is DARK (Dead Dove) including NON-CON, Gang rape, and a variety of kinks that aren't for everybody. Please read the tags carefully. Words: 10117, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 15 of Let's Start A Riot Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou/Blood Riot Gang Additional Tags: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Villain Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Villain Name is Blood Riot, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con Elements, Trans Bakugou Katsuki, Trans Male Character, AFAB Terms, Gang Rape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Touching, Sensory Deprivation, Panic Attacks, Gags, Blindfolds, Crying, Altered Mental States, Restraints, Bondage, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, HEAVY Degradation, pussy slapping, Sadism, Masochism, Dom/sub Undertones, Not Safe Sane and Consensual, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Belly Bulge, Breeding, Anxiety, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Kirishima Eijirou Has a Big Dick, Quirk Use During Sex (My Hero Academia), Forced Orgasm, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Overstimulation, Spanking, Fisting, Vibrators, Anal Gaping, Begging, Tentacle Dick, Throat Fucking, Double Dick, Triple Penetration, Choking, Passing Out, Subspace, Watersports, Piss, Omorashi, piss drinking, Cum Swallowing, pissing inside, Mindbreak, Conditioning, Possessive Behavior, Bakugou Asks for Death, Blood Riot Denies Him, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Dark fic, Don't Like Don't Read read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yQBimNa

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EATCOD (Fated Alpha 2) chapter 5

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Chapter 5

“He tried to hide himself pretty deep and he did a great job of it, but no one can hide from me. Like always, I’ll always find them in the end.”

I love how finding the dragon mated to a wolf was the primary focus of this book, yet most of this has been Liz making kissy face with 3 of the 4 guys.

“My goal here is to find William so that I can prove to Sophia that you make sense in our lives.”

Let’s be honest here: we knew that there would be a 100% chance that they would find proof of this. Or else the rest of the series wouldn’t make a lick of sense. 

A large tentacle-like leg was clinging to the land ahead of us. 

Holy shister.

 I stumbled backwards, bumping into Christian, who steadied me protectively. Then another tentacle slapped the land behind us and I looked into Christian’s eyes, feeling my fear spike.

I would say “I’ve seen enough hentai”. But I’ve also read enough of these shit werewolf stories to tell you that they are all people’s weird fetishes. So it wouldn’t surprise me if there was a tentacle scene in here, too.

The pain was too great and I grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over my leg. 

Ahhh, it felt so good. Kinda like when you’ve had to pee in the car for too long and finally get the chance to go the bathroom. Except better.

The author could have written literally anything, and she chose to write this. 

Then the air around us cooled several degrees and the Cthulhu flew over us. It was too late.

Chapter 5 summary: Easton complains about how hard it was to track the guy down, but in the end, he managed it. And then because he’d literally crawled into bed with Liz, the two of them start necking on each other. Because he’s the only one who hasn’t at this point. 

They all set out and start hiking for days through Hawaii. The description of the time spent on the road is tedious and serves no point.

Eventually, they get to a pond, where this giant tentacle monster lives. Easton pulls out a book and tries to use magic to stop it, but nothing seems to work. Also, regular fighting doesn’t work, either. The thing eventually drags them into a cage. In there, there are human remains, which obviously freaks everybody out. Easton then says that the thing is a Cthulu (not touching why that particular god is living in a pond in Hawaii, but whatever.), and that the only thing that can stop it is the ghoul. Because of course.

Avery starts to sing, and the ghoul shows up. Avery begs for help, but the ghoul is like “Why should I?” which is a good question. Eventually, he convinces her to help them, and she magicks them out from the cage. They then decide that they have to press on, but right as they get back on the road, the Cthulu shows back up. 

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I Know A Guy

The post office on this space station was close to the landing docks, nice and convenient, so several of us went to check our mail while Captain Sunlight met with the sister ship. Not all of the crew had mail drops set up, but I did; this station was a big hub that we stopped at with some regularity. Perfect for relaying the occasional news from home.

And care packages, as it turned out.

I opened the box with some curiosity, sitting on a bench while the others waited in line and the spaceport bustled around us. Inside I found multivitamins, a letter from my parents, a type of cereal that I’d loved as a kid, and a smaller box with a sun logo.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” Paint asked, trotting over with her own box clutched to her scaly orange chest.

“A lot of stuff,” I said in distraction, turning the sun box in search of words. No luck. I opened it to find a fist-sized yellow globe and a base with lots of buttons. And an instruction booklet, thankfully. “Oh, it’s a sun lamp!”

“It even looks like a little sun; how nice! Is it warm, or just bright?” Paint gave it an appreciative look while she opened her package.

“Not sure yet.” I skimmed the instructions and decided to leave that for later. “It’s thoughtful, though. I think my parents were concerned that I’m not getting enough Vitamin D up in space. And other vitamins.” I rattled the bottle.

“That’s a lot of vitamins.”

“Yup. And look, they found the discontinued cereal! I thought it was gone for good.” I carefully opened a corner and fished out a palmful of the maple syrup flavored crunchy goodness that I hadn’t had in years. It was just as tasty as I’d remembered.

Paint sniffed the air. “I don’t recognize that smell. What kind of food is it?”

“Breakfast food,” I said. “I think it’s wheat based, so it’s basically made from ground-up seeds, and flavored with sweet tree sap.”

“That’s … creative,” Paint said.

“Delicious, too. Most tree saps aren’t worth eating, but this one is.” I crunched another mouthful. “Want some?”

“No thank you,” was the prim answer that I’d fully expected. “But look what I got! Fancy heat stickers!” Paint held up a stack of vividly colored starburst shapes, fanned out like playing cards. “I’m going to see if Sunlight, Coals, and Eggskin want any.”

“Thoughtful of you,” I said, closing up the cereal. All four of the lizardy Heatseekers on our ship enjoyed warm things. The ambient temperature was always kept at a comfortable compromise for the various species onboard, but a handy little warm sticker that wouldn’t get in the way was bound to be appreciated.

“Oh, they’re even scented,” Paint said, rubbing one against her snout. “I’m going to have to order more of these.” She sorted through the stack, checking scents and color variations.

Mur and Zhee were still in line, stuck behind a Frillian who was shipping many things to many places, so I settled in to read the note from home while I waited. It was a nice update on the various goings-on of the extended family; all reasonably good news, nothing earth-shattering. Somebody got a scholarship, somebody had twins, somebody was doing well in a competitive bumper-ship derby league, and was incredibly excited about it. There was a lot of detail about that one. I got the impression that this particular second cousin had given everybody a rundown at a family gathering, so now they all knew more about the best types of shrapnel shielding than they probably wanted to. Sounded like the favorite was a human-made version, combining tech that other species had already come up with. The force field worked with the ship’s scanner to predict which parts of the shield would need the most power for a given impact. My cousin was a big fan.

The quiet slap of tentacles on the ground accompanied Mur. “Well that was a long wait,” he said. “But now I’m all set for media for the foreseeable future.” He held a data chip in one tentacle.

Zhee was right behind him, hissing in what sounded like joy instead of irritation for once. He set a box down between his bug feet, not waiting for a bench, and tore it open with his pincher arms. Inside was something that looked like another kind of data chip, and something with straps that I couldn’t begin to figure out.

“Excellent,” Zhee said. “The correct version, the highest quality, and Trrili does not get to listen to it, heathen that she is.”

It took me a second. “Oh, that’s music?” I thought back to the impassioned rant about Trrili’s incorrect opinions on traditional Mesmer leg-singing. I hoped Zhee played it quietly. “And is that — I want to say ‘headphones,’ but—”

“Personal speakers, yes,” Zhee said as he stuffed it all back in the box. “I will be able to listen to the glorious arias in privacy.”

Paint nodded. “Great idea.” She’d heard the leg-singing when I did, and probably wasn’t eager to hear the artful screeching again.

I was trying to guess whether Zhee would be offended if I asked where his ears were, since it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know. But the others were gathering up their things to head back to the ship, and I decided to put it off until later. Maybe I’d ask Eggskin the medic instead.

Something occurred to me as I put the letter back in the box. “Hey guys, pose for a second. I want to send my family a picture with some of my cool alien coworkers.”

The three of them agreed that they were awesome and worth photographing. (Their responses ranged from excited to confident to egotistical.) A few moments later, I had a fantastic group selfie to send with my letter back. Paint’s open-mouthed lizard smile was adorable; Mur stood tall on his blue-black tentacles; Zhee loomed over all of us with the lights shining off his purple exoskeleton; then there was me grinning in the front. I’d definitely be keeping a copy of this.

We made our way back to the ship where it was parked next to a similar lemon-shaped courier ship with folded solar sails. The two captains hadn’t gone inside yet, which made me wonder what they were discussing with such intense expressions.

As we approached, Captain Sunlight was saying, “I may know someone who can help us out, but I’d hate to give him the satisfaction.”

She broke off when Paint trotted up to give her a handful of heat stickers and to show off the blue-white one she herself was wearing. Apparently it smelled like a plant I’d never heard of.

“Thank you; that’s very thoughtful,” Captain Sunlight said. “Those sound like just the thing.” She picked out a green one and pasted it to her own chest, where it contrasted nicely with her yellow scales.

Zhee and Mur tromped into the ship. I lingered, curious. “Is all the ship business going all right?” I asked.

“For the moment,” the captain said as she stowed the rest of the stickers and the backing for that one in her belt pouch. “Just considering our options with some monetary considerations.”

Captain Kamm waved a tentacle. “Both ships are on the family plan for damage insurance, and the rates have made an unpleasant jump.”

I shifted the box to my other side. “Do we need to earn more money?”

“No, it will be all right.” Captain Sunlight shook her head. “I have a lead on a better deal. I just need to make a call or two.”

Captain Kamm ushered us all into our ship, wasting no time. Paint disappeared to share her heat stickers while the two captains adjourned to the lounge. I put my things away and hurried back. No one had told me to mind my own business, so I was going to listen in before writing a letter to send back home.

I was quick, but Captain Sunlight was quicker. She was just ending the holo call when I arrived. A green-scaled Heatseeker gazed earnestly from the projection, urging her to get back to him as soon as she could.

“If you can get better shields, I can promise you a savings of at least 15% compared to your current plan!”

“Yes, thank you,” Captain Sunlight said. “I’ll see what I can do. Say hi to the elders for me.”

He said he would, and she turned off the projection with another deep sigh. Captain Kamm sat next to her, weaving tentacles together thoughtfully.

Captain Sunlight tossed the communicator onto the table and sat back with folded arms. “Of course it couldn’t be that simple. He talks a good game at every gathering, but oh no: prerequisites.”

I sat down at the end of the couch, absently petting Telly who was curled up in the center. In proper cat fashion, she responded by stretching to take up even more space. I was thinking about what the captain had just said about shields.

I asked, “Does he need a certain kind in order to get us the better deal?”

Captain Sunlight waved a hand. “Just a higher degree of resistance to micrometeorites. The shielding we have is perfectly serviceable, but it’s apparently not enough for the good rates.”

“Would we need to overhaul everything, or would it be enough to layer another kind over what we have? Like, say, a kind that connects to the ship’s scanners?”

The captain gave me a look. “Do you have a specific type in mind?”

“Possibly,” I said. “Are you familiar with bumper-ship derbies?”

Captain Kamm twirled a tentacle. “That’s some of the human ‘adrenaline junkie’ nonsense, yes?”

“I think there are some Smashers and other races that really get into it as well, but yes,” I said. “The letter from home I just got mentioned the shielding they use.”

I explained what I knew while they listened intently. Paint came in to join us and sat on the other side of Telly, who took the extra attention as her due. By the time I was done talking, everyone in the room was looking optimistic.

“Go ahead and reach out,” Captain Sunlight said. “We don’t have to rush off anytime soon. With any luck, we can get all this settled at once.”

“Here’s hoping!” Captain Kamm said, touching four tentacle-tips together over her head in what looked like the Strongarm version of crossed fingers.

“I’ll see if I can route a call through to home now,” I said, getting up.

Telly meowed in protest at the movement, then crawled onto Paint’s lap and rubbed her head against the heat sticker, purring audibly. Paint looked delighted.

I left with a wave, hurrying off to my quarters with plans to make a phone call, potentially save the day, then set up the sun lamp for the benefit of a certain fuzzy little heat-lover as well as for my own sake.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

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GIMME A DOM LEVI WITH 2 COCKS PLZ I LOVE HIM

NSFW MDNI, Dom!Levi, two dicks for Levi, AFAB!reader, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, possessiveness, jealous!Levi, double penetration (anal and vaginal), cock warming, spanking, pussy slapping

"Levi," you whined with your nose pressed into his neck. You could feel him shiver underneath you at the way your holes clenched around his throbbing cocks. You tried to bounce your hips a little on his lap in order to get some sort of stimulation to your needy holes but a swift slap to your ass made you stop. "Stupid normie," Levi grumbled, "you're gonna make me lose!" You turned your face towards Levi's laptop screen to see him playing some sort of Devildom version of League, the same game he had been playing for the last hour as you warmed his cocks.

You flop your head in defeat against his shoulder in defeat and think about what had gotten you into this situation. Over the past week your attention has been taken up by the other brothers inviting you places. Asmodeous wanted to take you shopping and suggested a lingerie store while you two were out. Mammon took you out clubbing one night where you came home hanging off of him drunk out of your mind. Lucifer took you on a walk around Diavolo's gardens one day when you accompanied him to the castle. Satan took you to an art museum one day where you eventually met up with Beel for lunch. But today, today seemed to be the final straw for your sweet weeb of a boyfriend. Today, Levi found you on the couch napping with Belphegor. You were laying on your back with Belphegor's face pressed against your chest and his arms around your waist. Levi had had enough being ignored by you and decided to take it upon himself to remind you who you belonged to.

His lubed fingers explored your asshole, scissoring the muscle open in order to make room for one of his cocks. Your lower body squirmed at the stimulation of Levi's fingers prepping you to take him which earned a swift slap to your dripping cunt. "It's not fair," Levi growled fucking your asshole on his fingers, "everybody else gets to have you to themselves but not me!" You were about to tell him that that's not true and overall Leviathan sees you the most out of any of the brothers but you were cut off when he finally started sinking your pliant body atop his hard cocks where you have now been for a good hour.

It was kind of embarrassing being completely nude in Leviathan's lap while he only had his pants unbuttoned so his beautiful tentacle like penises could sink and throb inside of your willing holes. You could only hide your shame by tucking your face away against his neck and pressing your chest to his. While Levi was a switch he was mainly a service dom when he wasn't in a subby mood. Your pleasure was above all his duty to deliver but right now Levi just wanted to make you feel the same frustration he had been feeling for the past week.

You choked on a moan when Levi shot forward and yelled at his screen. His hips bucked up into yours in frustration with his team member. "Fucking noob," Leviathan muttered to himself as he bounced his leg in impatience. You squeezed your eyes shut at the way his leg made you bounce against his cocks. You could feel them jerking in and out of you making you let out pathetic pants and moans for more. Levi bit his lip at how your pussy and ass squeezed his cocks so deliciously. He could feel the wet patch you left on his pants from the sickly sweet juices your body made.

"NO!" Leviathan swore once more and tossed his controller in frustration when the connection to his game timed out. With all of the money they had, Levi would assume that Lucifer would have gotten better internet. Stupid Mammon, spending everyone's money so he couldn't get better internet. You clung to his shirt at his jerky movements. Leviathan's chest heaved in frustration not only from having been exited from his game but also from this past week's escapades. Leviathan's orange eyes shot down to your form that sat so obediently in his lap. His stupid normie paid no attention to him despite being his player 2.

A choked sob broke from your throat when Leviathan bucked his hips upwards sending his twitching cocks further into both of the holes they filled. "Levi!" you whined out taking fist fulls of his shirt to steady yourself, "please!" Leviathan frowned with a scoff, "so now you're begging for my attention? All this week-" Leviathan cut himself off with another sharp thrust into your greedy holes, "-you've been ignoring me!" You were bout to protest once again that you hadn't ignored him on purpose but his slender arms snaked around your waist in a vice like grip before he leaned back and pistoned his hips against yours.

"Stupid, normie," Leviathan mumbled with his eyes squeezed shut, "y-you're such a slut!" You felt your brain turning to liquid at the amazing speed he fucked his cocks into you. Orange painted nails dug into your skin in order to grip your pliant body better. Slick slapping noises echoed throughout Leviathan's room thanks to the way his pelvis clapped against your bare buttocks. "You whore yourself around to all of my brothers-NGH!" Leviathan bit into your shoulder to ground himself against the pleasure your pulsing walls gave to his cocks. Goosebumps rose to his skin when he felt your panting breath against his ear. Hot air escaped your mouth with every moan and soft gasp of his name.

"I bet they don't fuck you as good as this!" Leviathan cried grabbing hand fulls of your ass to lift you onto his desk. You gasped at the sudden position change when your back hit the cool surface of his desk. Your mouth sat agape at the predatory look Leviathan beamed down at you. You tried to lift yourself up to your elbows but lost your balance the second you tried due to the ruthless pounding of Leviathan's twitching cocks into your sloppy holes. He grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed them towards your shoulder. "Only I can see your whore body like this," Leviathan grumbled between gasps and moans. You nodded eagerly while reaching your hand down to toy with your clit but had your poor pussy smacked before your fingers could reach the aching nub. "Levi, please!" you whined with teary eyes, "I want to cum!" Leviathan scoffed and pinched your clit between his fingers making your whole body squirm and shiver. "Only I get to touch you! You're mine!" Leviathan snapped pulling on your clit. You whined trying to pull your lower body away from his torturous fingers but he held you firm with his other hand. Skillful and slender fingers teased at your clit; rubbing circles, flicking, and pinching at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your juices squelched with every re-entry of his cock into your pussy and your asshole tightened around his second.

A sharp flick was given to the sensitive bundle of nerves that laid between your thighs before Levi grabbed a hold of your clit once more between his fingers and pulled. The mix of pain and pleasure plus the way he was pounding into you so mercilessly made your mind foggy and your body convulse in pleasure. Your juices leaked around the cock he had plugged into your pussy. Your walls grabbed and squeezed every inch of both of his cocks. Your body felt like it was burning in a white hot inferno as Leviathan fucked you through your orgasm. You felt heat rising through your body at the obscene noises your cunt was making.

"L-Levi!" you cried out reaching out for any part of your boyfriend you could, "it's too much!" Leviathan scoffed and bent your lower body in half, earning a pained cry of torturous pleasure from between your lips. "It wasn't too much when you ignored me and went off with my stupid brothers?" Leviathan let out a swear and groan of your name at how your juicy walls grabbed his cocks, "s-stupid normie!" Levi pressed his face into your neck as he rutted his hips into yours like a creature in heat. You could only hold on to him with your arms around his neck and your legs around his pistoning hips as he treated your body like his own personal fuck-toy. His sharp teeth came down on your shoulder to muffle the pleasured scream he let out as hot cum flooded your lower half. You felt as if Levi's cocks would have shot out of your holes due to the amount of cum they released into your abused body but they stayed buried to the hilt until they were emptied. Leviathan shivered through his orgasm and clung to you as if his life depended on it.

"Levi? Are you okay?" you asked rubbing Levi's back. A sharp thrust knocked the breath out of you turning the last bit of your question into a breathy moan. "Y-you feel so good!" Leviathan mumbled into your neck, "please-" You both let out overstimulated cries of pleasure, "let me fuck you some more!"

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Yandere Shigaraki Headcannons: Confrontation #1

⚠[Warning: Yandere and their behavior, stalking, mention of hentai, obsessive mindset, and harassment]⚠ 🖐🏻💀Shigaraki is livid 🖐🏻💀The newest game has people bustling in the unorganized Game store 🖐🏻💀Everybody's digging through the piles of games they have and everyone is so annoying 🖐🏻💀Constantly pushing, skin of sweaty strangers rubbing against him, and the difficulty of keeping his hands in the clear 🖐🏻💀Now usually he wouldn't be afraid to dust a person or two 🖐🏻💀But he figures he might be seen and be trampled by the panicked stampeding sheep like these shoppers do 🖐🏻💀He almost abandons his logic before eying the cover of the famous game being completely untouched in the otome section 🖐🏻💀'This is it!' 🖐🏻💀But the moment he grabs a hold of it so does someone else 🖐🏻💀He was about to throw his prior logic out the window but he recognized that (s/t) hand anywhere 🖐🏻💀"Hehe it seems we've found the same last copy." 🖐🏻💀He could tell you were exhausted college and the part -time job you were sporting probably were to blame 🖐🏻💀"Y-yeah." 🖐🏻💀"Well how about this, I'll stay and help you find another so we don't have to fight over this one ok?" 🖐🏻💀He was too flustered to talk so he nodded 🖐🏻💀You were so sweet to him 🖐🏻💀You were so dangerous 🖐🏻💀You looked behind otome games and even the hentai section 🖐🏻💀Both of you were nervous but for different reasons 🖐🏻💀You were avoiding eye contact while you navigated through the pile 🖐🏻💀'That was so cute you were so embarrassed' 🖐🏻💀'That hentai game with the tentacles isn't here' 🖐🏻💀You tsked as you didn't find the game your roommate so graciously asked (with a shuriken in hand) 🖐🏻💀You'd have to arm yourself with the trashcan lid when you went home 🖐🏻💀You eventually were able to find a copy for the nervous guy 🖐🏻💀'Gosh he needs chapstick' 🖐🏻💀You silently hand him the copy putting your finger to lips 🖐🏻💀You guys sneak to the cash register to buy your finds before any of the walk jobs notice 🖐🏻💀You make your purchase and in friendly spirit you block his purchase from the onlookers 🖐🏻💀As you both try to casually walk out your interrupt by a nosy Ken and his wife 🖐🏻💀"Hello sir" 🖐🏻💀The overly sweet tone reveals the entitlement bubbling to the surface 🖐🏻💀"Im so grateful that you were willing to buy this for our son." 🖐🏻💀"Uh he didn't buy this for you or your kid." 🖐🏻💀You dealt with these kinds of people all the time 🖐🏻💀You lightly push your hand on his shoulder as you guide him out but the Ken had other plans 🖐🏻💀Reaching out his hand to tightly grasp on to Shigaraki's arm 🖐🏻💀"Don't you date leave with my boys game!" 🖐🏻💀At this point everyone is in shock or looking on in anger 🖐🏻💀You take the initiative to slap their hand away taking Shigaraki's in yours 🖐🏻💀"Don't you touch him, you fiend." 🖐🏻💀Hand in hand with Tomura you walked out the store, crossed the street, and went around a corner 🖐🏻💀"Hey, sorry I grabbed you like that I just didn't want it to escalate" 🖐🏻💀"It's fine" 🖐🏻💀"Oh well I've gotta go seeya around, chapstick." 🖐🏻💀You ran away before he could even register the slightly offensive nickname you gave him 🖐🏻💀He felt as though he could explode 🖐🏻💀YOU TOUCHED HIM!!! 🖐🏻💀YOU SPOKE TO HIM!!! 🖐🏻💀YOU EVEN DEFENDED HIM!!! 🖐🏻💀He was so happy he couldn't help his laughter from spilling out 🖐🏻💀Attracting bystanders to stare at him oddly 🖐🏻💀He clutched the game careful to keep his pinkies up 🖐🏻💀You had touched this game❤ 🖐🏻💀He clutched it to his chest as he replayed the entire interaction in his mind 🖐🏻💀He'd have to remember to dust that freak when he got the chance 🖐🏻💀He was on cloud 9 and Kurogiri could tell 🖐🏻💀'At least he'll be in high spirits for tomorrow's attack on UA'

[zorak-show]

The Little Kraken

For the month of November I worked on this fic as part of Nanowrimo, and I actually completed it! Since it's just the first draft there is much editing to do, but I thought I'd share the opening scene with you all. In which we are introduced to some of the terror of the lore around The Kraken.

Here's some art I did of them back in May that leaned heavily into The Little Mermaid idea. Not sure if I'll keep the title "The Little Kraken" as he is not very little and the tone of my story is a bit darker and way more erotic.

pic from pixabay

To say the captain was wet would be a severe understatement. He was soaked to the bone, not that it was anything new, but this felt like another level of saturation. Worse than drowning. Sheets of water rained down on him and his ship. A panic coursed through every crew member's blood as the sloop rocked back and forth on the choppy seas. He'd been at sea for over thirty years and had never seen a storm this bad before. Nervous tension filled the air with an acidic tang. Several crewmates had thrown up over the side of the ship or, in some rather unfortunate cases, onto each other. 

He did his best to command them through it. They could get through this. They'd been through dozens of storms. Even if this one was worse, there was no reason to give up hope. So that's what he did. He kept them going, kept them busy, kept them and himself alive so that he didn't have to think about it. To think about the unearthly giant tentacles he'd seen rising out of the sea towards them. Or the purple glow of the water swirling around like a tempest's potion. As though they were caught in the maw of a witch's cauldron. No, it would be of no use to focus on any of that. He needed everybody thinking with their heads on straight and not gripped in fear and panic of an ancient sea myth. Only fools saw and believed such things, right?

They'd get out of this alive. As their captain, he'd make damn sure of that.

A wave of seawater slapped the captain in the face, and choking on the brine he shouted in return. "Lower the mainsail! Sink big!" And that's when it happened. When he knew there was no hope. Tentacles rose all around the ship, more extensive than anything he'd seen all his life. They were dark as the sea herself, water shimmering off them in the full moon's glow. There was a beauty to their terrible magnificence. Death was coming, and there was nothing they could do about it but accept it for the grandeur of how they were about to go out.

Thunder roared, and the men screamed, but it was all background static compared to the splitting of the hull. Wood and metal creaked in a deafening blast as boards split into grotesque jagged lines, splinters flying every which way. One of the tentacles had crashed into the middle of the ship, taking everything down in its path. In a scramble, the crew rushed to the bow or stern, away from the central tentacle doing damage. The captain gripped a mighty hand on the arm of his first mate, dragging him to the bow, now sticking straight up out of the water. The first mate slipped on the slick vertical deck, saved from his floundering by the captain's hold on him. With one arm wrapped around the railing, the captain held onto his first mate with all his might.

"Don't let go, cap'n, don't let go," the young man pleaded, gripping onto him with wet slippery fingers.

"I got you, James. I got you. Stay strong! stay-"

James let out a harrowing shriek that rattled every bone in the captain's body. A tentacle had wrapped itself around James' middle, constricting, pulling, prying him out of his hand. Despite the clamminess and extreme angle, he held as firm as he could. It wasn't enough. He'd never be a match to the Kraken. 

The cries of his crew penetrated the very fiber of his soul. He could feel their pain, their anguish, and he bellowed out against it all, watching James slip from his fingers. A sob wracked through his body, and he wrapped his arms and legs around the railing, holding on for dear life, knowing the end was nigh. All of his crew were gone. He knew this, for there was only the angry slap of the waves against what remained of the ship. A true captain, he'd go down with his vessel til his last dying breath. 

He closed his eyes, stilled his breath, and braced for the worst. Knowing it to come soon and without mercy. Clinging to the rail like a monkey, he bobbed up and down on the waves. He waited for death to claim him, but it never came. Eventually, the rain subsided, and the sea calmed into tepid warm welcome waters. He squinted one eye open. The sun was starting to rise, and he was secured to one of the last bits of his ship, the rest long gone to the Kraken. The flotsam spread out in the water like a horrific puzzle that could never be put back together. None of his crew were to be found, he was the sole survivor. The guilt was already setting in as he trembled in the water.

[hlvraik]

now that we have everybodys coven sorted out, is it time for palismen assignment?👀

OH HELL YEAH.

However! Before we get started, some quick notes!! 1.) I'm basing the science team's palismen on their personalities, traits, and aesthetics. (Also, it's been a while since I saw HLVRAI fully, so I might be quite rusty!!)

2.) I'm not going to pick just one animal because that would be WAY TOO difficult; instead, I'll list a few with explanations!!

3.) This post might be a tad bit long, so I'm going to put a read more just in case!!

4.) AS ALWAYS, PLEASE SHARE YOUR GUYS' IDEAS! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THEM

Now, with that out of the way! Let's get into it!!

Coomer: Mantis Shrimp II Griffin II Owl II Octopus (?)

With Coomer's love for wrestling and fighting, the mantis shrimp would be a perfect match as not only is it one of the strongest animials ever, but it actually has the strongest punch in the world; perfect for someone who started an underground boxing ring.

As for a griffin, not only does it fit Coomer's overall aesthetic/energy, they symbolize strength, courage, and bravery which, once again, fit Coomer perfectly! (Even if his courage leads them to rushing in and getting abducted by ropes for the umpteenth time /j)

An owl would also work due to Coomer's vast knowledge on a wide variety of topics, with most of them being stray Wikipedia articles and...other things...

As for an octopus, it was a little joke, a little hee-hoo, as I couldn't seem to help myself to compare Coomer's extendo-limbs to octopus tentacles. But now it's grown on me and I just had to include it!!

Bubby: Cat II Ram II amalgamation (mash-up of animals)

Bubby's personality and nature would fit perfectly with a cat's, as not only would they prefer to be somewhat independent, arrogant, and act somewhat impulsively. But it's not all bad! They're also rather playful; albeit playing dangerous pranks here and there, curious, and actually care about others' wellbeing deep down-once they meet the right people, of course.

Due to Bubby's brassy nature, stubborness, and hard-headedness, a ram would also fit them pretty well. They'd rather stick by, and even defend, their own opinion and would rather do things their own way, and there's no way of changing that.

As Bubby is rather an algamation themselves, being created due to a bunch of scientists slapping a bunch of chemicals together until they created something stable, it'll make sense for them to have a palisman to reflect that. Not only that, but they'd be up for the idea of making their Palisman as badass as possible, and if they have to combine animals, so be it. (They actually really like the idea, and they couldn't just decide on ONE creature alone!!)

Tommy: Dog (Golden Retriever) II Mongoose II Bee

Without a doubt, a golden retriever. Not only does it represent Sunkist in a way, but also dogs represent friendship, loyalty, and faithfulness. In a way, Tommy's the glue to the science team, making sure they stick together and no problems arise between them; without them, the team's relationship would probably fold in like a stack of cards. Not only that, but if I may throw in my own personal head canon: I believe that Tommy made Sunkist with their dad as sort of a bonding experience, so it'll be equally heart-felt if G-Man helps them carve their palisman.

As for Mongoose, they represent defense and protection, which fits Tommy as they try their best to keep the science team out of danger, and they continue to do an excellent job of doing so. They were also the only one there to guide Gordon throughout the facility after getting betrayed and getting their hand chopped clean off. Also, fun fact! Mongooses can kill highly venomous snakes, so they're a force not to be fucked with! (Just like Tommy) 

This is going to be extremely short, but just as dogs, bees also represent loyalty and friendship, so there's another option!

Benrey: Raven II Fox II Sloth II Cat

No doubt that Benrey loves to do a little bit of trickery here and there, so them having a raven palisman fits. Ravens are well-known tricksters, and their actions and presence differ from person to person. Some might see them in a bad light, believing all they do is bring bad luck, while others might think the complete opposite. (This could reflect how Gordon and the others might see Benrey. While the others believe Benrey means no harm and is generally a good person, Gordon usually thinks of them as nothing but a nuisance, trying to make his life a living hell.)

Just like a bee for Tommy, a fox is also another animal for Benrey, as foxes are often known for being tricksters and being cunning.

Despite being in LITERAL danger and being in a facility that's currently being overtaken by both aliens and the military, Benrey remains calm and nonchalant for some reason. And along with that, a sloth can also be a perfect fit for them! (No matter what's going on, or how many times Gordon yells and screams at them for their incompetence, Benrey would always be relaxed and dismissive.)

A cat is another option, and I'M SORRY, BUT BENREY GENERALLY REMINDS ME OF BOB FROM ANIMAL CROSSING-

Gordon: Wolf II Turtle II Dog II Bird

A wolf is a good fit for Gordon, as they are known for their intellect, persaverience, and leadership. No doubt that Gordon's intelligent as they worked at Black Mesa and got a PhD in Theoretical Physics, but they could also come up with plans on the fly whenever something goes haywire. As for persaverience, no matter what life threw at him on his absolutely WORST DAY EVER, he still got through everything and made it out of Black Mesa alive and well (sort of). Leadership speaks for itself, as he was the defacto leader of the science team, guiding the group out of the hell-hole they used to call their job.

A turtle is quite similar, not to mention, generally, Gordon's quite reserved and easygoing whenever he's not in the face of danger, or getting ambushed and getting betrayed, or getting attacked by the military and aliens, or-

Just like Tommy, Gordon could have a dog palisman. Not only is he rather vigilant and loyal (despite when others are not), but he's easygoing and easy to strike up a conversation with. He couldn't help that during the whole resonance cascade, he was screaming his head off and appeared rather tense. He couldn't help himself, as that had to be one of the most stressful situations he had ever experienced; and he just wanted to make sure they all made it out alive. (Also this could also be a reference)

HAVING A BIRD PALISMAN IS DEFINITELY A REFERENCE.

[mortaltundra]

Everybody Else in Vanya's Hippocampus Temporal Lobe Eating Their Brains

Diego: *bites* I knew it! JFK IS my biological father.

Luther: *bites* When daddy wasn't there. *bites* When he didn't change my underwear. *bites* When he didn't take me to the fair. *starts sobbing uncontrollably*

Allison: *bites* Damn... I had a whole child? She dead, but she was cute though. At least now my ex can't get me for child support.

Klaus: *bites* Aw, that time when those twins flew me out to Cabo and we swan with the sharks. What a turn on.

Ben: *bites* Ugh, when Luther and Diego slapped me with my own tentacles. *bites* Fuck, when Klaus turned all my underwear into thongs. I really repressed that one.

Five: *bites* Nothing, but death and decades of anniversaries with Dolores. What a time to be alive.

[lesbianrobin]

If you had to rank all the 14 ST characters in the main group from most to least fav what would your ranking look like? (And by main group i mean the characters including murray and erica, and excluding karen, basically everybody involved in the final battle in 3x08)

ok let me preface this by saying that i literally love all of these characters i don't hate any of them okay?? let's go... ascending order for the drama!!

14. murray. no explanation needed. no offense to brett gelman he's phenomenal and i honestly think murray is really funny, but he's more or less just a plot device with some comic relief slapped on top.

now things get spicy <3

13. erica. love her to death! but she's fairly one-dimensional, once again primarily a comic relief character. maybe in s4 she'll get some more depth like the older kids have, but for now she's sort of a default next-to-last :/

12. will... no tea no shade but the kid's barely in the show! i absolutely want good things for him but like. i barely even know him. yknow? he’s only above erica bc he’s gay and she’s a capitalist. also that scene in s1 right before he gets snatched by the demogorgon when he just runs straight to the shed and grabs a goddamn shotgun and loads it fully ready to defend himself... that shit slapped good for him!!

11. this Will be controversial among some and i Know this character is many people's favorite... if you follow me already this is probably not going to surprise you but. nancy. i just think her character is kind of inconsistent, so i have a hard time really clicking with her :/ sometimes i love her and i think she's so cool and funny and hot (that hospital scene in s3... my GOD what a badass!) and other times i would like to fistfight her.

also let me get this out of the way right now: i'm aware that jonathan's character is ALSO super inconsistent!! i know okay??? i know!!!! please nobody judge me for how high rat boy gets on this ranking okay i'm literally making this up as i go along so idk if he's next or if he's like in the top five but i have a disease called Unreasonably Invested In Wildly Speculative Meta-Analysis Of Stranger Things which makes it impossible for me to be normal about jonathan and this is my ranking so i pick the bad taste!!!

10. joyce! i love her bro she's MOM and she tries so fucking hard all the goddamn time and she's so STRONG and kind and adorable... joyce is honestly a very unique and refreshing character ESPECIALLY if you’re considering stranger things within the horror genre which is often defined by these very specific archetypes of mothers and motherhood that i can get into if anyone is interested but like basically. love her <3

9. dustin <3 what an icon... i love him i love how he straight up killed a man and hardly flinched because it was to protect his friends and i love how he and his little girlfriend have a song they sing together and i love how he either has an insanely warped perspective on things due to low self-esteem or he just sometimes flatout lies to gain sympathy either way he’s a BABY and he’s so FUNNY and KIND and even when he’s scared he keeps going... ugh god and i love how even when he doubts his friends’ devotion to him he NEVER ever questions his devotion to them and he never ever considers leaving them behind or not stepping up to help them... he’s so brave!

8. mike is such a fucking BITCH but even more than that he is an ANGEL... literally his range who is doing it like him??? nobody!!!! graffiti’d the bathroom stall at school... hates cops.... what a legend. also i like how fucking goofy and dumb his hair looks in s3. also he’s very soft with his friends and it makes me cry. ALSO he literally stepped off a fucking CLIFF he was ready to DIE FOR DUSTIN and i know all the kids have risked their lives for each other but this wasn’t even a monster yknow this was just... bullies.... threatening his friend..... and mike couldn’t fucking let it happen bro he was ready to just step off the edge to keep dustin safe and it’s SO MUCH... and god the kindness he showed el when they first met!!! he’s a total angel and a total shithead and it’s amazing.

7. lucas my tiny baby hero.... he’s so strong and cool and capable yet at the same time he’s such a COMPLETE dork!!! he very seriously believes his slingshot wrist rocket is a lethal weapon and then he ACTUALLY USES IT AS A LETHAL WEAPON TO SAVE HIMSELF AND HIS FRIENDS!!! he hacks off a giant monster’s freaky tentacle arm thing with an axe to save his friend AND he keeps a bunch of action figures and random dice on his bedside table bro he just thinks they’re neat!!! like... i genuinely love him so much god he cares so much about his friends and he’s so brave and smart and loving... i know he is not tiny anymore but he is my tiny baby hero okay...

6. hopper! big man care for little girl... protect and love kids... dance to dad music... be goofy and hot... have trauma.... admit his faults and attempt to grow from them.... what's not to love?

5. jonathan... look i can’t explain it except that he loves his goddamn baby brother so much and i’m a sucker with extensive headcanons alright!

4. el!!! feral little darling girl!!! i literally cannot articulate the love that floods my heart whenever i see her face or think about her for too long she’s just... so strong but more than that she’s so incredibly KIND!! when she has every reason to be selfish and cruel and yeah at times she does let herself get a little mean but on the whole she’s always so goddamn kind and loving and selfless no matter how afraid she is or how she’s hurting... and i hope that with her powers gone in s4 she’ll maybe learn how to see herself as more than a tool to protect those she loves yknow but that’s off topic skdncmn i just think that el is such an incredible character with such depth!! she can be so grave and mature yet she’s still such an innocent child at the same time, and i think that both the writing and mbb’s acting are handled such that both of these things WORK and feel real and they make el (and her trauma) so believable. i just love her to death.

3. robin, light of my lesbian little life!! unfortunately she's wayyy too much like me to snag the top spot lmao. maybe once we get another season with her she’ll trample the competition but for now my baby is in a solid third place <3 i’ve never seen a lesbian on screen who i felt so accurately represented me and my experiences!! she feels so real and in just one season she’s become one of my favorites on the whole show, and i cannot fucking wait to see what else we learn about her and what development we see from her in s4. 

2. as u may have guessed... max!! i know i said this was my subjective opinion but here i’ll just say it: max is objectively one of the best characters on the show. she’s so strong and funny and quick on her feet while harboring some real pain and insecurity at the same time, and both of these aspects of her character are married perfectly, logically connecting to one another and joining with sadie’s incredible acting to create an amazing character who feels just... so real!! i absolutely adore her and i CONSTANTLY tear up just from thinking about her skdncmn...

1. what if my number one wasn't steve. like can y'all imagine???? if i just said like will or some shit???? genuinely i did consider giving max or robin top billing here but i just Can't i've dedicated too goddamn much of my life to steve harrington to deny that he's my one and only. is there anything to say that hasn't already been said? look at the bitch. just look at him. 

what other answer could there be?