#tentacles where they shouldn't be

[happy-little-nightmares]

I like sending Christmas cards but I hate everything that's too much "tidings of New England Christmas fantasy" and not enough "oh my god the holiday monster is upon us." So in the spirit of "if you want something done you have to add your own tentacles" I made myself some Christmas cards, and I figure I'm not the only one who is totally done with Christmas positivity.

You want to send a friend a Christmas card with a whole bunch of teeth? Well NOW YOU CAN. https://happylittlenightmares.art

[lymtw]

Aftercare with Toji, where after all the roughness and manhandling is over with, he can't take his eyes off of you. All he cares about is making sure that you're not in excruciating pain, yet he hasn't been able to say a word for the past five minutes. You've pressed so many tender kisses to his face and expressed that you're okay enough times to him, but he can't seem to drop the smallest, lingering coil of guilt he feels at the sight of your scuffed up body. You look like you fought off a bear and ripped octopus tentacles off your skin—simultaneously, with all the scratches, bruises, and hickeys that littered you from your jaw to your ankles.

"Quit staring," you say, bringing your knees up and crossing your arms, your hands gripping your biceps.

"Nah- baby..." he finally says, softly, like he's quickly trying to justify the gaze he had set on you. "Come here."

Toji makes quick work of crushing this wave of insecurity that threatens your peace. He knows what you just endured was not the softest experience, and that you practically let him—a man capable of showing the aggression of a pack of wolves, devour you. Really, he did not hold back at all.

You slide down the bed and pull the covers over your body, laying your head on his chest with an arm thrown over his midsection. He pulls you close with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your head. "You know I love you, right, mama?"

"Mhm," you hum. Minutes ago you would have thought those words were a cruel joke being played on you with the way he gripped onto you like he wanted it to hurt.

"Wasn't trying to hurt your feelings by staring at you like that. Just did a lot of damage, this time, and it looks like it hurts... a lot."

"I'm fine," you repeat, for the nth time. You look up at him, briefly, sparing a smile before resting your cheek on his chest again. "A hot shower will melt it all away, I promise," you mumble.

He brushes over one of the many stains he left on the side of your neck. "My little trooper," he sighs, very much relaxed by your side. "You know i'd be proud even if you told me you were hurting." He knows it'll take more than a shower to get all these new semipermanent tattoos off your pretty skin, but for the sake of not making you feel small, again, he shuts up about it.

"I know," you assure. "I just don't wanna burden you. You're probably just as tired, if not more."

"What do you need?"

You lift your head again and look at him, confusion filling out your features. "You heard me, didn't you? I can take care of myself."

"I know that, and I don't doubt it for a second, but you're really gonna reject me?" He hisses, dramatically clutching his chest. "Damn, mama, just like that?"

"Well, no. Of course not-"

"Right. Of course not," he says, with that horrible tendency he has of cutting you off when the situation benefits you. "Gonna ask you one more time, and if you don't answer, i'm just gonna do what I want for you. What do you need?"

You had to think about it for a minute, about how you wanted him to help you. Independence shone through your thoughts. Everything he could help you with, you could also do alone. You didn't want to be needy.

"Five..." He's timing you, now. "Four..." The countdown has your brain scrambling to pick something. Anything, but you're blanking, losing second by second the already little time you were gifted. "Three... it shouldn't be this hard," he teases, a smirk on his face.

"I don't know, um."

"Two... you're gonna lose the option of telling me what to do, doll."

"No- I don't know."

"One." The countdown ends. "Alright," he groans, pulling you up with him as he sits up. "Let's go."

–

Sure enough, once the lukewarm water hit your skin, you gained a burst of energy. You made the washing of your body an amusing, yet tedious task for Toji. With all your little excitement fueled dances and laughter, what should have been a ten minute session turned into a twenty minute one.

"Doll, turn around. Let me get your back," Toji says, holding back a grin at the sight of you trying to soothe the burning sensation you feel in your nose after inhaling water.

You turn your back to him, before jovially turning to face him again. "Joking, joking," you say, when you catch his lidded eyes. You quickly turn your back to him, again, with giggles slipping past your lips.

He sighs, unable to hold back the gentle curl of his lips any longer. "What am I gonna do with you?" He lathers you from the nape of your neck to your lower back, with soap. The contrast of the white foam and the darkened stains on your skin, were enough to have him thinking about what ended just a little over half an hour ago. There wasn't a spot on you that didn't have some mark of his on it. Your shoulder blades and spine were mottled with stains of his lips, and your hips had opaque fingerprints on them.

You winced and took a step forward, away from Toji's touch, successfully pulling him out of his zoned out state. "You're scrubbing the scratches too hard," you say, turning to him while running your hands over the tender skin.

"Shit," he gently pulls you back and turns your back to him again, "sorry, princess." A few soothing kisses are pressed into the strikes, enough of them to make you forget that it even stung in the first place. He makes sure his mind stays out of the gutter, at least until he's done washing you, so that he doesn't hurt you again.

After showering, you stayed in bed while Toji went to the kitchen to make some tea for you. He did this for you after every night of intimacy, to expedite the betterment of your exhausted throat. He also knows of the calming properties that ease you into slumber. He wants nothing more than for you to sleep off the soreness your body retains.

"There you go, baby. I know you don't like it, but it'll make your throat feel better, so you have to drink the whole thing." He settles down next to you, on his side of the bed and watches you sip on the steaming hot drink.

The familiar scrunch of your nose appears at the taste that hits your taste buds, a sight that Toji has started looking forward to. "I hate the flavor just a little more every time I drink it. Oh well," you say, taking another sip, ignoring the scalding heat that embraces your tongue.

"I know. It sucks," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Hopefully, next time we choose correctly and get something you'll like."

You set the mug down on the nightstand and turn to him. With warm hands, you cup his cheeks and tilt his head up slightly.

"What?" He asks, his eyes directed towards you.

Your smile evolves into a short giggle as you stare at one pinpointed spot on the side of his neck. "I got you, too. Right..." you drag a finger down his neck, gently pressing on the dark spot you left on him. "...here."

His hand tracks your touch and replaces it with his own, feeling the mark. "Damn right, you did. You got me, baby," he says through a grin. "My turn?"

You sigh, with faux irritation. "Fiiine."

"Let's see..." He cups your cheeks the way you did his. "I got this whole area here." His thumb brushes over your jawline, dragging beneath it to where the marks end. "Then there's this entire patch right here." He turns your head, exposing the reddish-purple splotches on the side of your neck to the light. His eyes trace the slope that leads to your shoulder, spotting the marks that remain visible beneath the collar of your shirt. He coordinates his touch with his sight, dragging his fingers over your delicate skin. "Right here," he says, after pulling the collar of your shirt down your shoulder, revealing more of his marks.

"Okay, okay. You win," you say fixing your shirt, covering up again.

"There's one right there," he continues, tapping the column of your neck. "Some more there," his finger glides over your left collarbone.

"Toji, I swear, if you point out one more, i'm gonna bite your finger off."

He stares at you silently, the corners of his lips twitching as you watch him, intently. After a few seconds, he slowly starts directing his finger towards a mark on your chest. Once he makes contact with your skin, he gently presses on the smear of color that marks it, still holding eye contact with you. "Here, too."

You swat his hand away from you, and huff. "Why did I even try to threaten you? You want me to bite your finger off, huh?"

"Not in the slightest. I just knew you weren't actually gonna do it, so I pushed it."

You cross your arms. "Whatever. I'm just gonna put a hoodie on so you can't look at them anymore."

"Woah, baby, put down the knife," he says, hands up in playful surrender. "No need to take drastic measures over this. Don't hide all my hard work."

"Hard work," you mutter, an incredulous scoff following.

Toji's gaze falls on your lips. "You're pouting like you wanna be kissed," he teases.

"And you're... you're being annoying," you say, covering your mouth with your hand, concealing the involuntary lift of your lips.

"Yeah, but you still want me to kiss you," he says, with a sly, knowing smirk on his face. "Look at you. Look at that blush. Even your knuckles are red, doll."

"Oh my god..." you groan with embarrassment. You use both hands to cover your entire face, now.

He chuckles, pulling you into his arms. "You're so pretty, ma. A total work of art." His hands have never gotten lost on you, but for now, in any way he holds you, he'll be able to see the trails his lips left behind.

"Stop..." you mumble, smiling softly at the sweetness poured into his words.

"You look mine, with all these marks," he says, pulling down the collar of your shirt a little, to see the blots of color that appear at the start of your spine.

"Shut up," you say, blushing furiously against his chest.

"Sounds like you still want that kiss, huh?"

"Not anymore," you say, lifting your gaze to meet his. The look in your eyes betrays every ounce of your denial. Toji can very clearly tell that you're lying.

"Those rosy cheeks are saying something else," he says, grinning. "Damn, look at those pretty lips. They're ready for me."

"If you want to kiss me, just say so," you chide, lightheartedly.

"I'm gonna kiss you so hard, doll," he says, cupping your cheeks again. "Your lips lack a little more of me."

[sweetnans]

"That little brat, ugh," you've been mumbling all the way from the gala to the car and from the car to your shared apartment with Bakugo.

"I'm not even trying to understand what you're saying," he side eyed you while getting his shoes off, putting them on the rack.

"She had her tentacles of arms all around you, trying to touch you, and it was just disgusting like what? I was right there. She didn't even notice me, your girlfriend by your side like, who does she think she is?" You tossed your high heels, not even caring where they landed.

"It's okay babe, she is just a kid, an intern who was invited because of her abilities on the field, you'll never see her again" he tried to calm you down but he wouldn't even lie, you looked extremely hot fuming because of jealousy, he was completely turned on by that.

"Oh she better watch her back if I see her again, i don't care she's seventeen or she's fucking ninety, you shouldn't touch a man who's with her girlfriend the way she was touching you. What happened to girl code? Well I think she's not a girls girl." You grabbed the beer Katsuki had on his hands and downed a few gulps.

"You look really cute when you're mad" he commented grinning trying to diffuse every single stain of the bad time you had watching and remembering the girl's behavior.

It did exactly the opposite.

"Don't look at me like that" you spatted. "You didn't do anything, you just let her grab you and touch you, she was practically jumping you"

He needed to stop the argument before it escalate. But we know the man, he might not choose the words very wisely.

"Behave, I didn't ask for attitude." his lowly and gruffy voice made his impact in your core.

Normally you would be turned on in a snap of fingers with that line. But right now you were being completely serious.

"Don't worry, it comes for free"

Deep down, Bakugo knew that it would be a long night. For one reason or another.

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[yawnderu]

Monster fucking, tentacles, non-con/rape, mind break, unrealistic sex (womb fucking), breeding, oviposition.

Monster!König is a patient man. He'd wait a century for you if it's necessary, yet much to his excitement, it only took a year for you to trust him enough to get into the water with him.

He was barely able to contain his excitement, tentacles aching to touch you as he watched you slowly get into the water, weary eyes looking at him while he fought the urge to pull you inside.

''I don't bite, prinzessin.'' He lifts his hands as a display of submission, showing you he's not going to harm you— and truly, he's not planning to harm you. He knows you want this as much as he does, always noticing your eyes linger on his tentacles. Surely it wasn't because he's a freak and you were still weirded out by him, no, that couldn't be. You're absolutely in love with him, he's sure of it.

You swim slowly towards him, looking back at the shore and almost regretting your life decisions as soon as you notice his eyes narrow, not wanting you to leave.

''Come closer.'' He pleads, not able to hide the longing and whine in his tone, trying his best not to show how much his body is quivering with pure need for you. You sigh softly, hesitantly swimming closer and closer until you're right in front of him, moving your legs around the water to keep floating.

You never noticed the size of him until he fully stands up, his feet planted firmly on the ground while you crane your neck up to look up at him, mouth slightly ajar as the feeling of dread courses through your veins, fight or flight triggered when you see the predatory look in his eyes.

His instincts get triggered the moment you try to swim away, thick tentacles wrapping around your body and keeping you in place even when you scream and kick, unable to do anything else other than thrash in his hold.

As much as he loves it, your screaming is making his ears hurt. One of his tentacles sneaks up, tracing your soft body slowly before it's plunged into your mouth, successfully pacifying you.

''Quiet.'' He hisses, not even noticing the warm tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to fit his thick tentacle into your mouth, saliva dripping down the corners of your pretty lips. His hands find place in the curve of your hips, keeping you in place while his bare cock rubs up and down your back, too excited to even think about your clothes until the rough material of your jeans hits his sensitive tip.

''Scheiße.'' He complains with a small grunt, strong tentacles already working on ripping the clothes off of your much smaller body, finally able to feel your bare skin. So soft, he realizes. Much softer than the rough skin of his hands holding you in place as his tentacles keep your legs open, some sneaking up to get a good feel at your tits as his cock starts rubbing up and down your folds, not bothering to prepare you before he's forcefully sinking into you.

König has no idea on how the human body works. He's wondering why you're screaming in pain, struggling as much as you can against his tentacles, yet still feeling so tight around his cock. Shouldn't this feel good for you? He's seen humans have sex, this is where you should be moaning and enjoying yourself, isn't it? He's utterly confused, yet he starts fucking into you faster, forcefully stretching you until you're able to take half of his meaty cock inside you.

''That's it— you're doing good, baby.'' He coos, the sweet words leaving his lips not matching his actions at all as he starts being more forceful, wanting to shove every single inch of his cock inside you while being stopped by your cervix.

It's not his fault he's a filthy virgin, is it? He just wants to make you feel good like you deserve, a reward for being such a brave girl and getting into the water with him. His tentacles move on their own, slowly teasing your puckered hole before forcefully going inside, giving you time to adjust to the double penetration before they're slipping in and out of you, their own lubrication helping ease into you.

He grunts from behind you as he struggles to make you take him deeper, your cunt slowly lubricating to minimize the damage being done by the intruder— yet to you, it's betraying you. A muffled scream comes out of your lips when you feel his cock break you from within, managing to invade your fertile womb, finally able to stuff you with all 10 inches of veiny, thick meat.

His tentacles move deeper down your throat, the suckers sticking in your throat and letting go with painful, loud pops, trying to reach as deep inside you as possible despite your gags attempting to push them back. The tentacle in your ass is smaller, yet just as needy, moving in and out of your tight, puckered hole.

“Gonna make you have my babies.” He whispers into your ear, a small whimper escaping his lips when he feels you tightening up around his hard cock, a dreadful pit in your stomach as he starts to fuck into you harder, more brutally, driven purely by the primal need to breed.

He stuffs your tight cunt full, the angry red tip of his cock slamming harder and harder into your womb, keeping it open for him before his arms tighten around your body, emptying his balls right into your fertile, needy cervix. You can feel the tiny embryos within you, thousands of eggs stretching you open and inflating your tummy. Your body betrays you as you can feel him thrusting into you, making sure every single egg stays within you, your cunt tightening up around him as he forces an orgasm out of you.

He slowly pulls out of you, making his tentacles slowly come out of your tired, fucked-out body, one of them cupping your wet cunt to make sure his eggs stay inside you.

You'll be the pretty mother of his unnatural abominations, and he knows you'll come around eventually, wrapping his tentacles around your tired body and dragging you deeper into the water, about to take you to your new forever home, a cave big enough to keep you safe and entertained under his obsessed eyes.

He's not entirely bad— he gathered cute and shiny things for you, building you a small nest so you can sleep peacefully. That makes up for all of it, doesn't it?

[nasty-quillz]

Things We Shouldn't Do

Summary: "we Shouldn't be doing this" sex prompt

tags: non-con, monsterfucking, somnophilia

Eddie stares down to where you’re spread beneath them. Naked and wet, as Venom tentacles tease your clit and shallowly fucks your pussy. 

His own thick length hangs between their legs, a black tendril stroking him, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his leaking tip.

Venom had long since gotten them off on your face, dark pretty skin covered in their nut. They’d taken time to focus it on your plump lips and admired the sticky strands that fell on your tongue when you moaned or whined in your sleep.

“She’s ready, Eddie.”

Black cords drag you to them, lining his dick up with your brown gooey lips. Venom smacks Eddie’s tip against your fat lips and Eddie moans as his foreskin is pulled back and he’s urged to push into your sweet forbidden heat.

When he’s sheathed in you he shudders and Venom growls.

Those same tendrils wrap around your thighs and waist and fuck you on his dick. 

Eddies lets out a ragged moan and takes in your body. Your face is no longer slack but drawn in pleasure as you mew and moan in your sleep. Your dark skin glistens with perspiration of the hot summer night and the light shining through the window of your bedroom. Your hair is wrapped in a velcro band and a silk scarf is tied over it, preserving your cute short cut that Eddie and Venom absolutely adore.

“Fuck V, she’s so gorgeous.” Venom responds by pulling you onto their dick slowly, like their own personal fleshlight..

When your wide hips meet theirs in a gooey “smack” and your pussy contracts in your unconscious state Eddie is ready to cry. You respond so well to them. Like you were made just for them. Venom is Eddie's Other. His missing piece, but you are their soulmate. Made to take and accept them in all ways. They knew it since you moved in across from them.

Eddie tried to tell Venom they had to take it slow. That they couldn’t scare you away. And it’d been working.

But Venom convinced Eddie that they should check on you after you went to bed. “Just a kiss goodnight,” V had said. 

That all went out the window when they climbed through your open window to find you naked. That had been their breaking point.

Now you were wrapped around them moan ans whining on their dick like you couldn’t get enough.

“Venom, we shouldn’t be doing this.” As he says it, he thrusts forward as you’re pulled onto them and his brain is all but scrambled when Venom forms beside him and licks along their neck.

“But she feels so good, Eddie. Feel how she tries to keep us inside.”

Venom continues to fuck you up and down their length and Eddie’s mind is clouded by sticky heated pleasure. He’s left to make gasping desperate noise as Venom helps him fuck you and watches more tendrils stretch and grasp across your body to wind around full breasts that subtly bounce with each drag across their dick. 

“I told you, Y/n would be the best pussy we’d ever have.” He forces Eddie’s hands on your hips and the man takes over fucking you.

He shudders as he looks to where fat pussy lips wrap around them and whines when your cream can be seen, white and sticky as you’re dragged up and down. It encourages them to fuck you faster, stroking your pussy out to the point that the sound of your coupling fills the small bedroom.

The symbiote moves down the length of their bodies and wraps his tong around their dick to lick your juices up, when Eddie’s hips rear back. “She’s so sweet. I can’t wait to eat her pussy, Eddie.” He moves higher between you and Eddie watches his Other latch onto your clit.

That seems to be your final straw and you moan loud as your body shudders through its orgasm.

Eddie swear as your walls twitch and contract. He rabbit fucks into you, rhythm lost and frantic as he grinds into your cunt, Venom’s voice in their head.

“That’s a good boy, Eddie. Fill our girl. Nut deep in that fat pretty pussy.”

Eddie whimpers as he cums, thick and white and potent. He cums so much after Venom came into his life.

He pries his eyes open enough to look at you and sees you rapidly gaining consciousness. 

You look dazedly at him and realization dawns across your face. 

“E—Eddie?!”

Your stricken expression quickly contorts into bliss as Venom works your clit to overstimulation.

“W—What—St-ahp—!”

Eddies fucks you through your orgasm and sees Venom has disappeared from your swollen bud.

His hand strokes over the planes of your sides as  he seats himself in you until you stop shuddering around him.

When you finally stop shaking and are nothing but a panting mess below your friend, you drag your gaze to the man between your legs.

He’s panting as hard as you are and looking at you utterly besotted. It is unnerving.

When you regain your strength you start struggling to get away from him, but thick black tendrils coil tighter around you and hold you in place. Panic grips you and when you look back at Eddie it worsens.

Eddie’s body is being overshadowed by a big black hulking monster. Its eyes were solid white. And razor sharp teeth filled its mouth in a bare grin, with a long tongue  lolling out as it stared down at you. Inside you feel Eddie’s already thick length grow bigger. The stretch of your pussy around this monster’s dick, punches the air from your lungs.

The creature grins down at you and cages you in with thick black arms. Its tongue licks acoss your titties, up your neck, to your face and you stare up at it in shock. Without preamble it traps your arms above your head with the same tentacle like black rope and hoist your knees up to your chest, restraints connecting to those on your wrists.

You gasped as the creatures began fucking you slow and sweet, never taking it’s gaze from you.

“We are Venom and you are ours.”

[animasola86]

🎃 A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

misc!monsters x f!reader 🔥 words: 1.5k

You are invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, promising a night full of surprises. Are you ready for this adventure?

GENERAL WARNINGS/SPOILERS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Sex with strangers! Knife kink! Slimes and tentacles! Werewolves! Vampires! (READ ON AO3!)

A/N: Welcome to this CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE smut series! Please enjoy this "prologue" that will lead you into a night you won't forget! After setting the scene, you will have three choices as to what happens next! (You can also read these chapters in succession, whatever you like best!)

Staring up at the large house, you realize you have no idea where you are. You've lived here your whole life and yet you've never seen this particular house. You'd clearly remember it. It's too fancy not to notice. Old. Dark woods and black metal elements. Gothic almost. Definitely not your typical house, not around these parts.

You'd figured it might just be a themed hotel that had its grand opening only recently, hence why you've never heard of it before. The invitation came a few days ago, and quite frankly, at the best time possible. You didn't have plans for Halloween, and you were not in the mood to open your door to random kids that evening either, so being called away onto the countryside, to this fancy place even, and all of it for free? Hell yeah.

Your Uber driver had been a little confused by the address, but somehow still found the hidden place. And now you look upon the large entrance doors, and despite being alone, you are intrigued. This is an adventure, a step away from your boring day-to-day life. Sure it was all a little ominous, with this mysterious invitation and all, but you figured you've been randomly selected maybe, perhaps won something for the first time in your life? You should probably be more suspicious, but then again, why not?

You are young, this is Halloween, why not live a little, right?

Fumbling the sturdy envelope out of your purse and the thick paper out of its sheath, you take another glance at the printed words:

Welcome to a night you'll never forget! Come and enjoy an evening full of surprises! You are invited to party, drink and eat like you've never had before! Your adventure awaits! Stay till the morning breaks, if you can. Come in costume. Stay for free. Happy Halloween!

You chose to dress like Little Red Riding Hood, mainly because you had the short skirt, the blouse and the red cape from your last costume party, and you couldn't be bothered to buy a new one. Putting your hair into braided pigtails added to the innocence you tried to portray, and who knows, maybe you'll find a nice guy in a wolf costume to match your freak? You don't expect much, but that's usually the best thing to do anyway. It can only get better then.

Yet when you enter the house, its windows lit up by bright colorful lights, the low bass of the music making the floorboards vibrate, you realize this might just be your typical Halloween party. From the lobby you can take a look into the adjacent rooms, fancy sitting rooms with fireplaces, already filled to the brim with people in costumes.

You see a group of masked serial killers, from Ghostface to Michael Myers, there's even Freddy Krueger and the guy in the hockey mask whose name you always forget. The sight of them would normally scare you, but these guys stand around a beer pong table, and whenever they throw the ball into a cup, they lift their masks and expose their rather normal looking faces to drink it, acting like the frat boys they probably are.

In another corner you see a bunch of girls, cheerleaders, you'd say, all dressed very skimpy, but you are indoors (and you are dressed a little similar also, so you shouldn't judge), but seeing a sexy ladybug next to a sexy office lady, laughing with a sexy cow girl (as in cow girl, literally, with black and white spots and very distinctive udders), it does look a little ridiculous. Well, at least they all found their crowd.

As you turn your head to look around more, walking up to the large staircase leading to the upper floors, you are suddenly startled by a waitress carrying a tray with little shot glasses filled with a green liquid. “Oh,” you make, as you take a step back to not walk into her.

She smiles at you, her eyes sparkling under the light of the large chandelier above you, holding out the tray. “Welcome to the mansion!” she tells you. “Please, have a complimentary drink!”

You look at the shots and hesitate. Looks like jello shots. Vodka and gelatin never sounded appealing to you, but you told yourself to enjoy the night, let loose for once, so you grab one small glass and give the waitress a nod. She quickly hurries off again, focusing on another group of people filtering into the house. Looking around, you try not to dwell too much on the drink you slowly put to your lips. There's a strangely earthy smell to it. Ugh, probably some herbal liqueur to add to the green coloring of it.

Inhaling deeply, you tilt your head back and gulp down the shot in one go, feeling it slide down your throat, as slimy and unpleasant as you would have expected. But it does give you a little buzz, and that's a start, isn't it? Clearing your throat, you look around for the waitress or a place to discard your empty shot glass, and suddenly she's back, picking the glass out of your hand, gently nudging you further into the house.

As you enter one of the sitting rooms, you find yourself among more groups of people, laughing and chatting and having fun, their costumes ranging from vastly unimaginative (one guy just wears a white T-shirt that says This is my costume) to extremely elaborate and fancy. Leave it to the Goths to really celebrate this day. You admire their beautiful gowns and make-up a little longer as you feel your stomach churning slightly. You should have eaten more before you came here, you realize, but luckily you then come across a large banquet table filled with food and drinks.

There's a big bowl of chips, but there are also a couple of three-tiered platters filled with little canapés, and you decide to try the more fancy stuff first. As you put various things on your napkin (things you've never seen before and couldn't possibly name), you look around the nicely decorated rooms. They do look old and out of a different time period, even the furniture looks as vintage as it can get. There's a lot of dark woods and wallpapers with intricate designs, also countless ancient looking paintings of landscapes and people in period clothing, and to make it look really halloweeny the whole space is plastered in fake-looking cobwebs, with plastic spiders and bats hanging from the ceiling and walls.

The lighting is different in each room, from bright green to dark red, flowery pink and icy blue. You admire the work that went into decorating the place like this. You've certainly never been to a party like this before. It looks perfect. The food is good, the music isn't too loud or obnoxious and fits the vibe pretty good (you recognize a few horror film soundtracks), it seems like a good Halloween party. You don't regret coming here at all, though the social aspect still feels a little daunting. All these people stand in groups, laughing together, and you seem to be the only one who came alone.

You don't normally mind it that much, being alone, most of your friends had other plans or were too busy to indulge in some childish little party. It sucks to be in that age group where half of your acquaintances try to be the adults they supposedly are now, while the other half can't let go of their youth, but even those thought this party seemed lame, and as you are right in the middle, unsure where you fit, you decided to just go alone, hoping you'd meet someone here.

Maybe a bit more alcohol will help you get closer to the other guests. Shoving something baked into your mouth, you turn to the drinks. A bowl of fruit punch calls your name, but then you see the beer cans and grab one of those instead. You already drank that ominous jello shot, you shouldn't risk whatever was swimming inside that punch bowl. Cracking open the can, you take a swig, feeling the refreshing beverage rush down your esophagus, but as soon as it fills your stomach, another churn goes through you. Then a cramp.

Oh dear. Leave it to your sensitive guts to ruin a good night out. Putting down the drink and food, you press a hand to your belly and turn back, looking around for the bathroom you clearly need now. You push past people dancing to the music or standing in clusters, laughing and chatting, you even pass the occasional love or horn dog unable to hide their desires as they make out right there in the middle of the room, until you find a long hallway. You'd expect a long line in front of the bathroom as is usually the case at these parties, but you are the only one in the hallway.

It's lined with intricate wooden doors, left and right, and one at the end. No sign or anything to indicate what's behind them. Feeling another cramp, you let out a groan and stare from door to door.

Where to go?

You now have these choices:

Do you...

...reach for the door closest to you?

...go through the door a few feet on your right?

...walk all the way to the last door that seems to lead outside?

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End notes: By the way, justice for our boy Jason Voorhees, of course I remember his name, poor reader just isn't focused on serial killers that much. Or is she? :3

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[jessica-problems]

Mahoako Propaganda

This is the post where I try to convince you that Gushing Over Magical Girls(aka Mahou Shoujo Ni Akogarete aka Mahoako) is actually a wholesome sex positive story about young lesbians exploring their feelings for one another in a world without homophobia. (and I'm serious.) If you are a fan of yuri or magical girls, who dismissed mahoako as being horrible exploitative garbage, this post is me trying to convince you to give it a chance. It's not some horrible male gaze rape fest.

These characters are explicitly, canonically lesbians, who are in love. They're women who love women, and aren't afraid to show it.

This is a story where a girl struggles with whether she's being a creep by thinking her girlfriend smells nice.

They talk frankly about their anxieties about kink.

there's pining childhood friends. (who actually get together.)

There's all sorts of lesbians, from wholesome uwu schoolgirl crushes, to weird traumatized alt girls making each other worse.

Also, a character looks directly at the camera and reminds people that consent is important and you shouldn't touch someone without their permission. Basically, the story uses magical girl tropes as a framing device for the 'magic circle' of kink. In the same way that people use bdsm is a safe space to explore their feelings in new ways, the characters use magical girl battles, which are kind of treated as 'not real' in a similar way. But of course there's the elephant in the room. It's an extremely horny manga, and most of the characters are minors. These are high schoolers who touch each other's boobs. I totally understand if that alone is enough to put you off it, but I will say, these are horny teenagers getting weird feelings about each other and figuring themselves out. They're not powerless victims being exploited. For one thing, there's literally no men in this entire show. Not even a single background character. They're all women. If you're on board with a story about 14 year old girls having funny feelings about their classmates, I'd say give it a shot.

If you're *almost* on board, but the objectification still makes you a little uncomfortable, I can assure you, the story consistently focuses on how the girls feel as people, and goes far beyond simply objectifying them in a sexy pose. The kinks serve a purpose in the plot, and to enhance characterization, so if you do read it, don't completely skip past the kink scenes.

Also, if you're actually curious the kink, I should mention, it's not just bondage and spanking. in the first season alone, they've done waxplay, giantesses, abdl, exhibitionism, electroplay, tentacles, and "the room you can't leave until you fuck" among others. There is a smorgasbord of perversion here, but it's balanced out and contrasted against a bunch of really cute little character moments, especially in the manga.

[azurem]

Nightmare's goop is layered headcanonnnn (sorta explanation under the cut) (colors aren't precise)

Okay so in theory, first of all, we have an intra-skeletal goop layer that resides just above Nightmare's apple soul (number 0 in the illustration). This one is expelled from Nightmare's soul in an attempt to protect itself since it's highly sensitive to surrounding positivity, though as a result it ends up overdoing it enough that it starts to leak from Nightmare's right eyelight, blinding it.

Layer 1 is similar to skin, in the sense that it sticks very, very closely to Nightmare's bones. So this pleural-like layer is basically impossible to remove (which is why Nightmare's white bones cant be seen even in a super positivity infused environment) and serves to regulate temperature, protect from ambient's stimuli (like wind) and somewhat as a enhancer of his natural empathy abilities (since it gets thicker or thinner depending on ability). Also serves as a complement to Nightmare's skeleton, since the years of no sun must have left him very weak health-wise

Layer 2 resides over the pleural layer as a way to protect it, since Nightmare is very dependent on layer 1 to live (receives attacks that shouldn't touch layer 1). It's thicker, like honey, so it usually sticks to where it's dripping and doesn't stain much. If negativity is too low, this one will tank most of the positivity so layer 0 and 1 don't get weakened, though long exposure will end up dissipating it.

Layer 3 is runny, like oil, and is the most dependable on negativity. It can change consistency and shape based on Nightmare's will (and is the one layer that makes up Nightmare's tentacles if he wishes to shape them up). It's constantly dripping, but Nightmare can clean the stains by constantly reabsorbing negativity around him (this way he doesn't "lose" the negativity, though goop quantity is still affected at some degree). It serves as both shield and sword, so once it disappears Nightmare can't do much without using soul-related negativity (bad since it weakens him)

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

Feel Your Insides

Summary: Ben tries so hard to control himself, but it's so hard when you let him in Pairings: Yandere! Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves x Fem! Reader Tw: Light Dubious Consent, NSFW, Alcohol, Mean! Jayme, Mentioned! Tentacle stuff, Flirty Ben

He needed to get out of the house. He didn't care where he went, he just needed to get away. So, why was he standing outside of a familiar girl's apartment as she struggled with getting the door open. It all started a few weeks ago-

---

He wanted to drink, so he went to a local pub and that's when he saw her. She was sitting by herself with a few glasses on the table infront of her. Maybe it was the drinks, but Ben was thinking she was looking awful pretty with the pink, blue, and yellow lights shinning on her face.

He was about to approach her, but then he realized that he was a fairly big dude and she's a smaller girl by herself and him approaching her would be totally creepy. Though, that thought quickly disappears when the alcohol hits. He orders a Martina before heading towards you.

He puts the Martina on the table, scooting it towards you, causing you to look up at him. You were nervous, obviously. You recognized him as one of those superhero academy kids- Well, they weren't kids, but you know... Was it Umbrella Academy; No, it was Sparrow. Why would it be Umbrella. The thought made you laugh, 'Umbrella. How stupid of a name that would be for an academy.'

"Hey," He awkwardly waved and you repeated the action. He sat next to you and watched all the club goers. It was a nice silence, between you two, something Ben wasn't used too.

It was awkward on your part, but you didn't want to get up and leave, because that would be rude. You also didn't want to tell him to move, because you didn't own the couch and he could sit wherever he wanted.

"Nice weather, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at small talk. He must have been just as nervous as you. You looked over at him, "Yeah. I guess if you like the pouring rain."

He awkwardly rubs his neck, "Do you like the rain?"

"Yeah. When I don't have to drive."

He scoots closer to you and you copy. He picks up the Martina, handing it to you, "Want a drink?"

"Usually, I wouldn't take drinks from random strangers, but you seem trustable." You take the drink from his hand and down it like a shot. You shake your head from the sting, before looking at him, "You're part of that Sparrow Academy, right?"

"What gave it away?"

You look him up and down. "You guys are just... Different. You know?"

He groans, slouching before rubbing his face, "Yeah... I do."

"You have the tentacles right? What's that like?"

He smiles, shaking his head, "Well-"

---

"And it's like I'm the only one taking it seriously," Ben complains as you both continue to walk. He holds the umbrella for you both, but he was losing his temper.

"Have you tried talking to them about it? I mean you guys are like family right? You should talk about how you feel." You try suggesting, tilting your head.

He looks over at you, his eyes softening. You had no idea how cute you were, did you? It was sweet to him that you thought they could just 'talk'. "Sometimes it feels like we're strangers living in the same house."

You frown, as you turn into your apartment complex. He follows close behind and you think about what you're going to say next.

"That's sad. No one should have to face the world alone."

"You're alone." It comes out and Ben's eyes widened when it left his mouth. He felt bad and assumed you'd get mad, but you just giggled.

"Actually, I moved out here for school. My parents live in my hometown, but I get your point. Two alone people finding each other; Maybe we can be alone together."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being alone?"

"Yeah, that's the best part. You're no longer alone."

---

Ben wanted to kill everyone in the house. Why did they always get on his nerves? He wanted to just punch a wall, repeatedly. He knew he shouldn't have, but he went to the pub- The one he met you at. There was a tiny little voice in his head, hoping he'd see you again, even if he tried to deny it. Luck must have been on his side, because you were at the same table.

"Hey."

You looked over to see the male from before. You smiled seeing his familiar face, "Hi, Ben right?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Yeah," You push some hair back, watching the dancers and the parties.

Ben looked down at his beer, before looking over at you. You looked good- Like really good. Maybe it was the alcohol, but god he wanted to feel your skin under his.

"I never took you for a beer guy."

You snapped him out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

You gesture towards his Bud Light. "Beer. You look more like a Rum guy. Hell, I thought you'd drink Vodka or Whiskey before beer."

"Well, you don't seem like a party club girl."

You laugh, running a hand through your hair, "I'm not. I was actually hoping to see you again." You look over at him, blushing.

Ben kept a straight face, but inside he was freaking out. Did you want to sleep with him too? God, you had such a pretty face. He scooted closer to you and your eyes widened. You watched as he slowly leaned towards you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and usually, that would bother you, but when his lips touched yours, you couldn't even think.

--

You could feel his hands groping and feeling your skin. His lips were on your neck, sucking and licking you. You moaned, tangling your fingers into his hair.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, giving him access to rub his crotch onto yours. You moaned loudly into his neck. You could hear his heavy groans and huffs in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.

You were thrown onto a bed and you giggled as he practically jumped on you. He kissed your skin as his fingers go to unbutton your blouse. You fiddle with his shirt as he pulls your blouse off. He gets off of you and throws his shirt across his room. He pulls down your pants, nearly creaming when seeing you in some cute, lacy, red underwear.

Where you expecting this? A guy fucking you? Maybe not him specifically, but where you hoping to get laid? You probably were. He kisses your pussy between your panties, his breath causing a shiver to run up your spine. He could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy and he had to stop himself from creaming right there.

He pulled your panties aside and lightly kissed your pussy. As he pulled his lips back, he sucked on you. His hands squished your thighs and you were sure his fingernails were going to leave marks. You groaned as he worked his tongue inside of you, feeling your gummy walls.

Your hands find their way into his hair and you pull him closer to you. You hear him groan against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into him. You could feel his nose brushing your clit, creating more pleasure to consume your body. You had never wanted a man inside you more in your life.

It was strange since you hadn't known this man very long. Yet here you were, on his bed in his room in his house. Usually, these things would intimate you, but this felt natural. You liked this.

You liked the way his mouth sucked on your skin. You liked the way his fingers felt hot against your thighs. You liked the way his breath felt on your vagina. You liked the way his nose rubbed your clit.

He pulls your waist up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He was ontop of you, his biceps squeezing you tightly. You could feel his abs pressed deeply against your stomach, and his chest pressed against your breast. You could feel his hard dick pressed against your crotch as he rubbed it against you.

You moaned loudly because of the stimulation, covering his own groans. You could feel his smirk against your neck, but you were to cock drunk to say something. He shimmed off his boxers, before grabbing his cock and leading it towards your pussy.

He pushes the tip against you, before slowly pushing it inside. He was girth and thick, his veins perturbing the sides, so he knew he had to be easy with you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, before scratching his back. He moaned in slight pain, before bottoming out inside of you.

He pulled out, before thrusting back in causing the headboard to Thump! against the wall. Usually, he'd care about the noise and waking one of the others, but now he didn't give a shit. Infact, he hoped they all heard him fucking you, because the power boost he'd get with everyone knowing he was having sex really gets him going. Though, he didn't need to thump the bed to get some noise, because you were moaning like you were being fucked by Zeus himself.

God, Ben felt good. Your eyes were rolled back, your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted to let the moans escape. Seeing you on cloud nine nearly made him cum, so he pushed his head into your neck, as to not lose himself too soon.

---

You groaned, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the curtains. You stretched out your arms, before feeling another body- a very strong, athletic body- underneath your hands. You looked over to see Ben and you felt your face erupt in a heavy heat. Had he always been so muscular? You quickly sat up, and your blush deepened when you realized you were naked. You lifted up the sheets and much to your surprise [Not really], he was also naked.

You quickly got up, picking up your clothes and getting dressed. You looked around the room to see you were not in YOUR room. You groaned, trying not to trip over yourself as you slowly opened the door. You looked back at him when hearing it creak to see he was still knocked out. He must have been black out drunk, he had drunken a lot last night, since he didn't move an inch.

You lightly shut the door behind you as you sighed in relief.

"So, you're Ben's loud moaner."

You blushed, before turning towards a lean girl with black hair. She didn't look all to nice, in fact she looked very annoyed. She looked you up and down before walking past you.

"Sorry," You lightly whispered as she passed you.

She just rolled her eyes and the guilt in your stomach festered and you realized you had to get out. You went down the hallway only to curse when a door opens and you quickly hide behind it. It was a girl with curly brunette hair. She must not have realized you were there, because she quickly walked past you.

You rushed down a flight of stairs, before finally seeing your exit. As you go to open the door, a man opens it. He is surprised to see you and you want to die on the spot. Before he can ask you questions, you push past him and exit the house; Hoping to never see them again.

Marcus watched as you left, rather confused. He wanted to question what the hell was going on, but then he realized that you were probably taking a 'Walk of Shame' and he was not about to humiliate you more than necessary.

---

Ben awoke with his head banging like someone was playing the drums inside his skull. He felt around his bed, disappointed when he realised it was empty. He groaned, sitting up, and rubbing his head. He pulled off the blankets and cracked his back, before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

---

Ben shook his head, shaking himself of the past. You were together again, and this time he was at your house instead of his. It felt more... personal. He felt a warm bubbling feeling knowing you trusted him enough to let him into your home, but you were also drunk. Not drunk enough where you weren't coherent, but you were a little wobbly.

"Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting company."

He didn't think it was mess. It was lived in, something he didn't know much about. It was comfy and he wanted to immerse himself into your home. Yes, that's what it was, a home.

"It's nice. I like it."

You shrug, throwing your bag, "It's not much, but it's home."

"Yeah..." He follows behind you as you lead him to your room. It felt way to personal to see this space. Your room was just like you, calm and comfy. He sat on your bed, fiddling with the blankets.

"This may be a weird question," You remove your blouse, pulling it over your head, before turning to him. He had already seen you naked, so you didn't mind to much. Besides- he's pretty easy on the eyes.

He looked at you expectedly and your face turned a nice pink. You were starting to wonder if she should even be asking this question. You looked away from him, deciding to focus on a book.

"The tentacles thing, you know, have you ever...?"

You hear him laugh and you felt embarrassed. You were starting to feel stupid, until you heard him respond.

"What? Used my tentacles during sex? No. Do you want to be the first?"

You were taken aback. When did he get so flirty? He was watching you, waiting and you didn't know what to say. You go to your dresser pulling out a shirt, disappointing Ben. He was hoping the conversation would lead to the same situation as before.

"So, no tentacle sex?"

Your face was hot, you were sure you were running a fever, as you quickly turned towards him, "What? No-" You shake your head, "No way."

Ben frowned. "No way?"

You began to stutter over your words when you realize how they sounded. "I didn't mean it- You're great- Like all aspects of you, even in bed. I just meant like that would be weird right? It'd be like fucking a squid- Wouldn't it-"

"I don't know, I've never fucked a squid." He's very matter of fact and straight to the point.

"Right. I just meant- Well, I mean, you know..." You looked around your room trying to find a way out when you saw a book peaking from under your bed. You quickly grabbed it and showed it to Ben. You sit on the bed and he scoots towards you. "I remember when I first got this comic book on you and your siblings. I didn't believe you guys were real. You remember how I told you how I moved out here for school?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that wasn't entirely true. I mean it was, but I was hoping I'd run into you guys. You know, see you in action in real time."

"Oh, you saw me in action."

You blushed, rubbing your face, "Yeah... Yeah I did, huh? I thought you guys were so cool."

"So what you plan on sleeping with us all?" He asked, a little upset.

"No?" You said, a little confused. You didn't know where he got that idea from, but you hoped to shut it down. "I'm not really good with my words."

"Who is?" He lays on your bed, messing with his hair, "Sorry. About what I just said. I don't know why I said that."

"It's fine, Ben."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I really like you."

"I really like you, too."

[happy-little-nightmares]

greeting cards in progress....

[crows-in-the-house]

(nsfw) Bill Cipher x reader pt II

summary: part I is here, nsfw headcannons for Bill Cipher, this time Triangle and Human forms

pairing: Bill Cipher x Reader

tw: sex ofc, slight gore?

Triangle! Bill

Licks your whole face, all the time

Would make you take a bath with him in your own blood. Don't be a crybaby! This is very romantic and your not aprecieating this at all!

Very tauchy, groping your body all the time. You can't squirm away, he will just laugh lauder, holding you tighter and closer

"Where do you think you're going, it's time for real fun! (= pinching and pushing your body to watch your expressions change)

The way he bites you constantly changes - sometimes it's just a flirty kickey on your neck, and sometimes it's biting of the flesh from your tigh.

He can hold you for hours with how many hands he can manifest. You may push one back but the other will grab you tighter! Sometimes they act a little like tentacles, roaming on their own, when he's busy thinking about overtaking another galaxy. Your embarassed wimpers and pleas won't be even heard in this state.

Will try to kiss you eye to eye. First time you let him he will come closer to you without blinking, staring at you and holding by both shaulders. He will then wham into one of your eyes. And quickly fly away. Such a dirty meat bag! Tempting him to do such filthy things! What a loser!

Then he will proceed to kick his little feet in air and tell about it to all his henchmaniacs.

From this moment he will get more pushy, appearing out of nowhere, choosing an eye and holding your arms and eyelid open as he goes in for a kiss. He will munch on the eyeball, exploring the eyesocket with his tongue and playing with the eye nerve that bearly holds into your eye. He will lick of your tears giving you a big fat (human type) smooch on your cheek

Also into possesion, getting inside your body and exploring it as he wants is his greatest wet dream. Learning how to get all the best sensations as he puts whatever he can in your holes. Likes making you watch and whine how "he shouldn't do that, he should lube this place, be gentler with that part, stop making such faces" etc and then immiediately putting you back in your body so the only sound you can make are loud moans.

Wants to fuck you on his throne, all cute and chained up!

Human! Bill

He's rather laud and whiney, won't shout up and will talk all the time unless you stick something in in his mouth. Technicly you could try to make him give you a head, but you better be prepared for bitting.

Will be quite selfish, in pursuit of his own pleasure. Don't worry tho, making him feel good will also make you. Have you ever came just from tauching someones dick? No? Well now you have a chance!

Loves you sitting on his cock, but also needs to try out all his body parts, so you better find a way to make it nice for you.

If he's jealous he will pin you to a wall and tell u to strip. If u don't he will just snap the clothes away.

(No, all the towels, blankets, and your whole wardrobe are gone too. Better spend time with him now, or he will take your flesh away too)

Likes you not wearing anything when he's in his whole suit. Would also love to finger you in his gloves and would scold you for trying to cover up.

Pls grab his jaw and look into his eye ordering him to act nicer and gentler. He will smirk at that but if you succesfuly punish him once, he will be your obidient dog every next time.

The aftercare is him hugging you and not letting go. He will let you take care of him, but still wants you close. You're not getting further then a meter so better have everything prepared nearby. Alternatively, if he's somehow too tired to think, you can throw him your sweater and try to take care of yourself. You better come back soon tho.

[faulty-writes]

Maybe some headcanons where Bakugou, Tamaki, and Mirio are hit by a quirk that makes them behave mostly the opposite of themselves for a few days to a week.

Bakugou is kind and gentle towards the reader and so visibly in love. He's become quite the gentleman!

Tamaki is super energetic, extremely romantic, and declares his affections in front of at least his entire class.

And Mirio is so very, very gloomy but he's practically attached to the reader and says they're, "One of the precious few rays of light left in this gray, gray world."

[ I really like this request. Hah, personality changes are the best! ]

Katsuki's behavior shocked everyone, including you. Being his usual hot-headed self, he ended up in a quirk accident that changed his personality. When Mr. Aizawa assured you, the effects would be only temporary, you were grateful because Katsuki acting so…sweet, and gentle was just as frightful as when he was his usual self.

Normally, he would be protective of you, but now it's different. "Here, I don't want you to get wet," he said, holding the umbrella over you while he got soaked. "Nothing will happen to me, but someone like you shouldn't be caught out in the rain," he smiled sweetly at you while you trembled in response.

If someone talked to you in the wrong way, he'd pull you close and say, "Please don't speak that way to Y/n, they mean a lot to me, yeah?" Despite this, his loving gaze resembled his angry one and you tried to believe that the real Katsuki Bakugou was still somewhere inside him.

"Let's cuddle!" he would announce bluntly, no matter who was around. If you didn't respond fast enough, he'd pull you into his lap by force. He'd have his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

There was more thought put into your dates and he showed a greater interest in your hobbies. He would take you to your favorite restaurant or spend the evening in the dorm reading or watching a movie. He didn't get angry when others commented on how romantic or sappy he was, unlike before.

He could only react in anger when the effects of the quirk wore off and everyone shared the stories of what he did. "What the hell do you mean I did all that!?" He demanded, explosions sounding from his hands. It was only natural for you to smile because you missed the hotheaded Katsuki.

"Stay close to me, I love you so much…you're so kind and sweet and I can't bear to be apart from you!" To say Tamaki's reaction was surprising would be an understatement. It was like his hero persona times a thousand when he talked so bluntly about his affection for you. But his sudden personality change was credited to a quirk incident.

"I got these for you! They're so gorgeous, just like you. I…I just wanted to thank you for being my biggest fan and….love. I love you so much! I don't care who knows it!" He said after marching over to your desk in the morning and presenting you with the largest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

"Wow, another love letter for you! Guess this quirk accident brought out the more loving side of Amajiki, huh?" Nejire teased. It was clear she meant no harm, but Tamaki's love letters were beginning to get out of control. Since the incident, you must have found one to two in your locker every day.

During training exercises, it was normal for friends to cheer for you, but Tamaki took that to another level. The fact that he shouted your name enthusiastically and formed letters with his tentacles was endearing, but it was also distracting.

"Don't rub it off this time, okay!" He said, pressing a small kiss against your cheek. "I just want to kiss you forever!" he exclaimed trailing kisses across your reddened face. You hoped you wouldn't have to adjust to his lack of shame when it came to public affection.

"T-that's horrifying! W-why would I d-do all that!?" He squeaked out, hiding his face behind his hands as he appeared to be close to a panic attack. While part of you missed the proud and outspoken Tamaki, this version was the one you loved.

A quirk incident transformed Mirio into an emotional rollercoaster in a whole new way, and all the good parts of his personality vanished, leaving only doom and gloom behind.

As a result, he lost all his confidence and motivation, not to mention he questioned his purpose as a hero. "Don't get me wrong…having a quirk is great…but…my quirk is just so lame compared to others and if I don't have a cool, flashy quirk..then what's the point?" You wondered whether those were his real thoughts or if his mind was also thrown back to middle school.

"You're truly my only source of sunshine…the rest of this world is…dull and gray to me…" Mirio sought your company whenever and wherever he could, he didn't care if others were watching when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, almost as if he was trying to hide from the gray world he described.

As his self-confidence dwindled, he refused to attend class and skipped hero training. To your surprise, he began discussing new dreams unrelated to his previous lifelong dream of becoming a hero. These included exploring new interests and hobbies and you could only remain supportive.

"I can't stand this gloomy world without you. If you left…I don't know what I'd do…I'd just wither away," you assumed this was his way of expressing his gratitude that you hadn't abandoned him during the long week following the quirk accident.

"Hah! Wow, really? I can't believe that quirk accident made me think so negatively about becoming a hero and yes, my quirk may not be flashy but I can still save the world," he said after all the quirk effects wore off. Then he poked your nose and with a cheesy grin said, "Thanks for putting up with me! I totally owe you one!"

[whereserpentswalk]

Select a strange and inhuman creature from beyond the realms of human knowledge to go on a sate with and possibly form a long term relationship with.

1- a scientist from an alternate timeline where the kpg mass extinction never happened, and raptors evolved sapient minds. He's trapped in this realm after a failed timeline travel mission. He's very curious about your world, though still a bit afraid of his fate here.

2- a cyborg supersolider whose been wandering the earth since the fall of Atlantis. She has a tall slender build, and is unable to take off her power armor below the neck. Despite her appearance she can be very quiet and reserved, and despite her appearance startles easily. She's still deconstructing a lot of trauma from her past.

3- a mouthless, sexless, vampire who drains blood through very sharp tentacles on their. They seem to be at the bottom of whatever hierarchy vampires have, being unable to speak of pass as human. Though they have an animalistic way of movement, and can't communicate without aac, they're very much a person, and tend to be affectionate and enthusiastic with those who are nice to them.

4- a deal making entity that looks like a black eyed human in a suit (the suit can't come off, it's like part of its skin). It's known to buy and sell human souls, but it wouldn't do that to someone it's on a date with. It's personality is considered strange and sometimes uncomfortable to humans, though it is charismatic in a way. It will also insist it isn't a person.

5- an elder demon whose taking a hundred year vacation from the underworld. Despite his job as a demon he tends to be pretty freindly and casual, sometimes deceptively so. He appears as a tall reptilian humanoid, with horns, several eyes, and a heavy set build. He'll probably give you headpats.

6- a shape-shifter made out of living metal who was made as a weapon, but failed her job because she refuses to take forms that aren't female. She's just been released into the world and is still kind of naïve and can be very trusting of new people that she meets. Her base form that she chooses to take is some sort of anime oc.

7- faerie of the unseelie court who kidnapps children who wander into abandoned buildings. She tends to appear as a naked woman, with deer antlers, and a snake where her genitals should be. She can seem a bit sadistic and violent, but since you're her's she'll be nice to you, just don't expect to explain the concept of morality to her, she lives a life based on what she finds fun. For better or worse she doesn't kill the children, though they aren't human children after she's done with them.

8- a computer from the 1980s whose been granted sentience. He's very arogent due to being technically the first agi, though little to his knowledge he's only sentient because a faerie lord thought it would be funny. Due to his limited body he uses a wheelchair for movement and some sort of claw to grab things. He's nice but he can be a bit self centered.

9- a slender genderless humanoid and a massive venomous wyvern who are actually the same being inhabiting two bodies. They can seem cold at first, and don't seem to have normal body language or expression, though they do feel emotions despite what some think. They can pretty easily lose track of social cues and tend to go own about their hyperfixations a lot. They really hope you'll like them, and also want to make sure you see them as equally their humanoid and draconic halves, not just one or the other.

10- a fallen angel who only fell a few weeks ago. It's still very afraid of what it's become, scares easily, and has an inferiority complex, though it can be very nice and affectionate. It won't tell you why the other angels kicked it out, though it now knows the entity that created it lied about being a god, and shouldn't be trusted by mortals. It looks like a living doll, with a jointed body, and golden wings and a broken halo behind its head.

11- werewolf who serves a god so old that his name has been lost to history. The werewolf has been around for a long time, and has been fighting for the rights of humans, nature, and other entities since the 20th century. Xe speaks with a soft voice, and converses with humans, gods, demons and animals all in the same tone, and with the same amount of respect.

12- the sparrow king. Do not under any circumstances interact with the sparrow king. The organization does not approve of this option.

Reblog to book your date. Like to buy the creature a little present.

[waddei]

FULL ILLUSTRATION COMMISSIONS OPEN

questions about possible pricing, any of the boundaries or if i can draw something that isnt mentioned are more than welcomed, my inbox is open with anon enabled and my dms are open aswell!

you can contact me through tumblr dms or discord to either request a commision or just ask any questions in private!

(discord name is "wadds")

drawings you commission may not be used for merch,nfts or any other comercial means unless some form of compensation is added to the price of the commission. otherwhise theyre meant exclusibly for personal use (EX: phone wallpaper, to print for your own room, icons, fic covers, or character references)

payment through mercado pago would not be done with us dolars and prices would be adjusted to still make sense in that case (en pesos argentinos, pueden esperar un descuento de hasta mas la mitad)

FAQ:

difference between a closeup and a PFP?

a closeup is a zoomed in drawing where any composition, posing or extra elements are present, they can go from half the torso up Generally. while pfps are centered solely on a characters face and have no background beyond simple patterns, elements like "character holding something" could also be present and they dont add to the total

when exactly does the background start costing extra?

rough guidelines are written above in the picture, but I tend to be pretty lenient on them. if you ask for a drawing with a simple background (ie, Not payed) and I later ask if I want to add any details to it they will not add to the cost and you do not need to worry.

how long will this take?

depends on the drawing but it shouldn't take more than a couple of days once I've started working on it, that being said if there are commissioners in from of you in the line it could take longer for me to get to it. but I always try to get every commission done I'm at least one week

why is mercado pago argentina only?

mercado pago doesn't accept international transactions sadly and I am argentinian

can we negotiate the prices?

I consider my prices to be very low to begin with so no. however if you are from a country with a very high dollar price I might CONSIDER it cus I'm nice and all.

what does "obvious fetish content" mean?

it refers to drawings that might not include sex directly but alude directly to an sexual fetish or scenario, ie a girl being restricted by tentacles or someone being gagged and tied while naked. if your fetish is like, feet or smt then it's fine.

what does "predatory pairings" mean?

a pairing where the power imbalance is the main drawn for it. think teacher student relationships, cop / prisoner or similar dinamics. I'm simply not comfortable with it so I won't draw them.

why no background with the clean línes style?

i don't like how my backgrounds look without rendering and don't feel comfortable charging for them in that state

why no profile pic with Ms paint lineless?

the canvas size on those are pretty small and the style doesn't allow much detail, I don't think it'll look too good simply

[alllgator-blood]

I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done

my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION

I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut

Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.

here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.

So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.

For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....

I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time

OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard

[merakiui]

another octavinelle in captivity concept, but consider (rather than a research lab) merfolk are something of an entertainment for humans and are captured and sold to aquarium parks.

there hasn't been enough research on them to determine whether or not this is humane and ethical and whether or not merfolk function on the same level of intelligence as humans do. but then there are ways to skirt around suspicions and questions, covering up dubious morals and ethics with all sorts of convoluted legalese and happy diversions. besides, merfolk are so novel and exciting. so many people are eager to see them in their tanks, performing all manner of fun tricks for the public, so the flashiness of something new does well to cover up the mounting dread that this isn't right.

there are three merfolk in captivity at your local aquarium. two eel mermen, twin brothers, and an octopus merman. they're so fascinating. no one's ever seen anything like them before. one of the twins is far more playful; he's a fan favorite. audiences are astounded by his agility, his ability to perform amazing tricks as he weaves through obstacles, jumps up out of the water like a majestic dolphin, catches fish midair, and seems to have such friendly, outgoing relations with his trainers. he even lets kids pat him on the head when they're randomly selected from the audience to get close to him. as scary and strong as he may seem, he is quite the gentle sweetheart.

the other twin is much more reserved and quiet, but he knows how to entertain. he's sly and sneaky, swiping things from the trainers and then making them disappear before the audience's eyes with skillful sleight of hand. children adore him. tiny hands press against the glass beneath the main event area, where people can watch them swim at deeper depths. both eels love amusing the children, swimming in circles, pressing their hands to the glass in greeting, waving and clicking with big, toothy smiles. it's very endearing. they even pose for photographs!

and then there's the octopus.

he's had...incidents and so he isn't kept in the spotlight anymore. they isolate him from curious eyes. he isn't very friendly. rather, he's excessively gloomy and defensive. he's kept in a pool for the ill. you tend to him, doing your best to provide stimulation. he's so smart, but you're not allowed to tell anyone that or else ethics will be brought into question. you slip him cube puzzles and other curiosities, and for a while he seems pleased. it took many months for him to be comfortable around humans after his last incident, and now it seems like he genuinely trusts you. you sit poolside and chat with him for hours, and he responds with his clicks and chirps. you wish he wasn't kept in captivity like this. it doesn't seem fair. he's missing out on so much life in the wide, vast ocean beyond this cramped enclosure.

you know you should feel happy when you see him every morning, noting how brightly he lights up when he sees you enter his enclosure, but you can't help the sadness that strikes through your heart. it's not fair. he and the eels shouldn't be put on display. their home is in the ocean. they deserve freedom.

wild animals will always be wild animals, for they can never be tamed no matter how much you might delude yourself into thinking so.

so it's horrifying when the eel twins tug their trainers into the pool, bloodying their maws and the water before an audience of once-awestruck people, reminding everyone that, no matter how sweet and friendly they may seem, they are predators from the deep who can tear a human to shreds within mere seconds. it's just as horrifying when the octopus is wrapping his tentacles around your ankles and wrists, clicking frantically at you, face flushed blue and desperate as he tries to pull you into his pool.

you're not killed, but maybe that would have been better than having to endure the poor octopus's clumsy, possessive attempt to mate with you.

the pool for the ill gets two more visitors, and the eel twins are pleased to see you again, flashing big, broad smiles and clicking with excitement. you've stopped visiting and training with them ever since you were transferred to the octopus, so they had to take matters into their own claws and find a way to meet you again.

merfolk are not a novelty to be captured and placed on display. the aquarium park learns this the hard way, and so do you when they refuse to give you up to the humans.