#the smokey tentacle

[myflagmeansace]

@aha-my-villainous-thoughts I just...this means the world to me like you fucking did this you took that wonderful talent of yours and lovingly made this. Like I am at a complete loss for words. My heart feels so full right now. You are a fucking amazing, talented, generous, and creative person and this is utterly perfect ❤️

And now I'm listening to this song on repeat and omg why can't I stop crying 😭😭😭

With the will to look to away When I was falling down Crawling in the dirt Is it fair enough to say That I needed you through the crazy pain Of living here with all this hurt And what I feel All I touch and how I steal The fantasy was far too real

Oh, so I let it slip away

(no one make eye contact with me today.)

@myflagmeansace this ok?

[sweetiecutie]

Hi!

I fell in love with ur underbedmonster!simon au!

And I am sure everybody else fell in love with it.

Can we get some more stories with monster simon? If it's no problem, of course :)))

Love your work btw <33

A/n: sure you can, I think that this trope is my new obsession🫣☺️

Warnings: smut, mdni, possessiveness, monsterfucking, tentacle fucking

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4

Underbed monster! Simon who was slightly startled by such sudden change in your aura - once sugary sweet and syrupy turned into bitter and pungent, causing creature to sputter and hiss begrudgingly at the taste, his ears (or whatever that was that he had) straining to hear any words coming from you that could explain this drastic shift in your emotions.

Underbed monster! Simon who listened attentively as you spoke on the phone with your best friend, choking on your own tears and sobs as you told them how you broke up with your now ex boyfriend, about the ugly fight you had, how he called you numerous names, shattering your heart in million pieces just with his cruel words.

Underbed monster! Simon who felt rage simmering somewhere deep within him. How dare that pathetic scumbag treat you like that!? Yes, Ghost did torture you with horrible nightmares quite a few dozens times, but you were his human, his to scare, his to taunt, his to fuck, no one else’s. He felt possessive and angry, he wanted to soothe your poor little heart, to make all the pain go away so you could feed him more and more of that honey-like energy that your pleasure exuded.

Underbed monster! Simon who finally decided to take matters into his own hands after keeping a close eye on you when your state didn’t seem to get any better. Ghost sneaked out some of the sweets from kitchen to your bedroom so you had something to munch on, making you confused as to how those candies seemed to magically appear on your bedside. Simon tried keeping the house tidy and clean for you in hopes that it’ll make you get better soon, he even did your laundry once, causing you to freak out at the sight of your clothes, freshly washed and still damp, hanging off the rope to dry out.

Underbed monster! Simon couldn’t be more happier, watching your attention finally shift from your shithead ex to him. Simon was purposefully lurking right in the corner of your vision, making his presence in the house way more obvious. He watched with fierce amusement as you grabbed the sharpest knife from the kitchen, inspecting every nook and cranny of the house, not finding any signs of intrusion or anything that could’ve given a clue about another person’s presence, scrunching up your pretty eyebrows in confusion.

Underbed monster! Simon who fully revealed himself for the first time in your dream, standing in his full glory in front of small scared you, your breathing quickening in your sleep as you inspected his tall dark form, two red eyes glaring down at you from above. You felt paralysed as you watched this creature raise its smokey limb that slightly resembled human arm, cold tentacle fingers brushing your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear affectionately. And all of the sudden all fear and anxiety vanished, leaving place for curiosity and amazement as you studied monster’s features closer, not feeling threatened nor endangered by him. Slowly its mouth opened - even blacker that the rest of him, his voice clear and lucid, ringing right inside of your head “Wake up”

Your eyes snapped open - you were laying in your bed still, crumpled sheets dug into your back unpleasantly but you couldn’t care less as you stared straight into those crimson orbs, cold tentacles slithering up and down your sides, wrapping tighter around your limbs, immobilising you completely. Underbed monster! Simon just purred audibly at your obedience and lack of resistance, branching a few more extremities to slip under the hem of your pyjama top and wrap around your nipples, tugging and tweaking on them softly.

Underbed monster! Simon who growled satisfactorily at the small wet patch that started forming on your panties, slowly rubbing your sweet pussy while applying more and more pressure to his touch, watching you writhe and whine underneath him, begging for more.

Underbed monster! Simon who purred as he slipped a thick tentacle past the hem of your panties, stuffing your fluttering cunny so full of himself, finally that rich taste of your pleasure simmered right through him, filling his ghastly body with strength and energy he lacked all this time you were depressed. Newfound strength just nagged him into fucking you faster and harder, twisting out your nipples and rubbing your clit rapidly, all while forcing his thick tentacles in and out of your leaking cunt, making you scream and tremble in his inescapable grasp as fourth orgasm rippled through your weakened body, pure pleasure surging through your veins, hogging up your mind and making you incapable of thinking.

Underbed monster! Simon who only let you go when first sun rays peaked in through bedroom’s window, leaving you a fucked-out yet blissful mess, pinching you on your cheek affectionately before slipping under your mattress, curling up like a huge lazy cat and falling asleep, full of your delicious pleasure.

And even hours later as you peeked under your bed you could see a huge black spot there, still and unmoving; and if you listened closely enough you could hear your underbed monster purr softly in its sleep, happy and properly nourished.

That’s quite a pet that you have now, eh?

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, don’t be shy to give writers some love! Requests are open, so send me some stuff<3

[werecreature-addicted]

Okay hear me out:

Monster priest 👀✨

Monster priest. Excellent idea.

There is something just ever so off-putting about the father. No one can really put their finger on it, everyone says it's something else that unnerves them ever so slightly. His eyes are such a light shade of brown they almost look yellow. His teeth are just a little too sharp- his smile painfully wide. He moves silently, he almost seems to appear out of thin air.

It's something much more intangible for you that sets your teeth on edge. The way he looks at you... like you're something he wants to eat. No one takes your concerns seriously, and everyone is a little uncomfortable around the father at first, but it's nothing to worry about. You'll get over it you just need to give it time.

You do everything you can to avoid being in the same room with him alone. When you're alone in the confession booth, you have no choice.

He always pushes the conversation in a certain direction, which he isn't supposed to do. He doesn't care if you've been greedy, or if you lied. He only cares if you've given into the sins of the flesh. Tell him about when you masturbate. Tell him about your one-night stands and the dirty thoughts that keep you up at night. Those are the kinds of sins he wants to help you atone for.

Well. Not so much Atone for, but submit too. He encourages you to chase your desires and learn what your body needs, but not just with anyone no no no, that would be sinful. You need to experiment with someone pure of heart- someone you can trust, a pillar of your community. Someone like... him.

Your head is spinning, you're still scared of him, still sure that he isn't safe, but... you want him. And it's clear that he wants you.

Don't worry too much, he'll be soft. As soft as a thing like him can be. It's not just hands that slide up your thighs, but shadowy tentacles, as well, thick black tendrils of smoke dig into your skin and hold your legs apart.

The tentacles grab at your chest- your throat, any part of you he can reach, keeping you pinned down as he takes you, makes you his. You should be stunned, or frightened, as his carefully constructed human mask slips revealing him for what he truly is- a monster. But one of those smokey- black arm things is between your legs making you dumb with pleasure.

Razor-sharp teeth sink into the side of your throat as he fucks you and you moan, it makes him laugh, a deep growling sound. You're like wet clay in his hands, his to mold into whatever image he pleases. He thinks he'll shape you into a perfect little slut.

[mvltisstuff]

bring me to life - p.e

summary: when ursula possesses y/n to make her try and trap ariel, eric knows somethings off.

prince eric x reader

a/n: this is so humbling but he’s actually the finest man i’ve ever seen

the day ariel sacrificed her voice for legs, it was bound to go to hell. the only thing she wanted in life was to be with the humans, sick of being confined to the ocean. the deal she made with ursula is that she needed approval from the royals in three days. she begged to understand their world, and after she met y/n and eric, she fell in love with the above world.

they were the most gracious and accepting people on the island. they strolled around with her, y/n helping her get dressed and ready, and eric showing her his collections. she never knew that the love from land was so strong until she spent the days with them.

eric glowed around y/n, ariel noticing the bright beam on his face when she came around. he talked about her like an angel, or someone from another perfect universe. ariel knew the look in his eyes, the one of full of mesmerize. ariel quickly found out that it was very mutual, y/n being so fond of eric. her love for him was stronger than the waves, and ariel knew it.

toward the end of the second day, y/n was running around the castle with eric, fooling around with ariel before being scolded by grimsby. most nights, y/n and eric go to bed together, falling asleep as he holds her. tonight was different. the air was stiff, making y/n’s anxiety peak. she decided to take a walk down to the beach to hear the waves and see the water, hopefully calming her down. the ocean was calm from the night winds, but as she sat on the rocks, it started getting harsher. the wind was blowing her hair around, as well as causing the waves to crash around her.

ursula knew the exact weak point in eric and in ariel. meeting y/n and taking her as a friend made her a perfect target to destroy ariel’s life. for eric, y/n’s the most loved. every part of her and her mind is completely admired by eric. ursula knows they’ll listen to y/n, doubting themselves too much. so, if she could convince y/n that ariel isn’t good enough, maybe she had a shot.

“oh, child,” the eerie voice rolls through the water, making y/n move her head around trying to spot it. “a sleepless night?”

“w-who are you?” she questions, stepping away from the rock, leaving only her feet in the wet sand. she’s fully alarmed by the sight in front of her. she’s never seen something like this, leaving cold chills down her spine.

“you’ve never heard of the sea witch?” y/n nervously shakes her head naively. “it means you should listen to me, sweetheart.”

y/n’s hands remain at her side, playing with the seams of her dress. her breathing deepens, coming out more sharp in panic of the creature in front of her.

“that little ariel,” ursula begins. “is no good for this world. and i need your help to bring her back to me.”

“i can’t,” y/n whispers as she walks back further. “i can’t help you.”

“i know you can,” ursula puts her hand out and y/n cringes at the noises of her tentacles on the sand.

the sounds of y/n’s quick breaths and the swishing of ursula’s many arms has become the only thing on the beach. “n-no, no,” y/n demands. “i won’t do this.”

“fine, then!” ursula sighs. as y/n attempts to run away, hurrying out of ursula’s sight, her tentacles grip onto her sides, pulling her closer. y/n tries to yank them off, but they stick to her dress and her skin like hot glue. the air gets tighter around her, using every ounce of energy to escape the grasp of the sea witch. “i’ll just have to make you.”

the words makes y/n’s mind freeze, placing horror into her mind. she thinks about eric, wishing he were here to save her. it was too late, he was out cold in their bed, where they should be together. she knew no one was coming to save her. before she knew it, ursula cracked open a bottle, the smokey substance inside fading into y/n as she breathed it in. her irises flicked between hues of purple from ursula’s spell before returning back to the normal color. ursula knew she must leave, so y/n was left on the sand, marks on her dress as she lay on the cold ground of the beach, unconscious.

eric wakes in the morning early, prepared to explore more with y/n and collect more treasures. he rolls over to place his hand on her, but it only sinks down and he is confronted with the empty bed sheets. he immediately gets up, putting on the normal clothes as he heads downstairs to look for his love.

“grimsby!” he shouts. “have you seen y/n?”

“no, i haven’t. was she not in bed?”

“maybe she went out to the villages with ariel?”

“ariel’s upstairs, sire,” grimsby informs. eric starts to get more fearful, anything could have happened to her. his life dream used to be to explore the ocean, but now it’s just to keep y/n safe. as long as she’s with him, he’s happy. if anyone ever attempted to hurt her, there would be a new version of himself.

he walked the streets and halls of the castle with no sight of y/n. he stormed through the rooms, requesting help from guards and anyone who was free to search. every single time that anyone came back to say she wasn’t found, his heart broke off a piece.

he decided to roam down to the beaches, just in case she had made her way down here and forgotten to say something. when he spotted a bundle of soft hair, the same color as y/n’s, he sprinted over and fell on his knees in the sand.

“y/n?” he asks, placing his hands on her cheeks to straighten her head. “hey, y/n!”

her eyes flutter open, and eric immediately catches on. she doesn’t seem disoriented, she doesn’t seem alarmed. she’s different. her eyes are darkened and her expression seems uncanny. eric shivers at the look of her, he knows somethings wrong than just a fall on the beach. “are you alright, darling?”

“i’m fine,” she replies. “where’s red?”

y/n walks through the castle, leaving chaos and destruction in her path. she’s messed up the organization, and touching everything she sees. she does it with a smirk on her face as well, knowing exactly the plan.

in her head, only ursula stands, controlling her words and thoughts as y/n feels barricaded. she feels like she’s in a prison of her own mind, not being able to escape and work for herself. it’s like she’s become a puppet of the sea, saying and doing what the monsters please.

there was a party in honor of eric tonight, the queen just being thrilled that he’s home safe. it was also a way to welcome ariel to their customs, and help her get settled into the community. she hadn’t gotten her answer if she was fully accepted yet, but that wasn’t enough for ursula. if ariel wasn’t hers at the end of this, she might just have to take y/n. it’s hard work to make a bad impression of someone so genuine like ariel.

y/n walks into the party, dressed in a slim corset and purple dress as she walks onto the outdoor floor. she looks at ariel, with a toothy smirk on her face. eric spots her, making note of y/n’s watery eyes and red cheeks. somethings terribly wrong with y/n, and he doesn’t know how to save her from it.

“your majesty,” y/n says to the queen. “i need to have a word with you.”

“of course, y/n,” she places a hand on her shoulder, walking over to a corner as eric follows behind them.

“i believe that girl is not safe for this island. all the destruction and disrespect in this castle is a result of her,” eric walks in, overhearing y/n’s words and being confused. she adored ariel, and there was no way she was saying this alone.

“mother-” eric speaks, his mother putting up her hand to him. even the queen can notice something wrong with y/n’s demeanor. her features are sharper, leaving a more intimidating look to her. normally, she looks sweet and welcoming, but now she’s started to look mischievous.

“y/n, im sure it is a misunderstanding what’s happened, but- y/n, miss?”

y/n’s eyes are glued on the orange skies, looking at the sun sinking closer to the horizon. her face glows a golden tint from the light and she moves to look at the ocean. eric grabs her hand, but she swipes it away and walks past everyone. ariel has a frightened look on her face, thinking of how to save herself from scrutiny. unfortunately, as the sun dips below the line between the ocean and the sky, ariel stumbles to the floor as eric scurries to help her up.

“you’re too late!” y/n cries, smiling but also with tears. she runs over to ariel, grabbing onto her arms and yanking her off the ground. they struggle over to the balcony before ursula pops up, grabbing the two girls and diving into the water.

eric watches as his friend and his sweet girlfriend fall into the water. he’s taken aback by the tail revealed, but he needs y/n to be safe first. he got in his boat and rowed out to sea, impacting with the sharp waves and abruptness. he spotted ursula with ariel and triton under the surface, but no y/n. he panics, turning into fight mode as he tries to impale ursula with a sword. he just grazes her, just angering the creature as she sends her eels up to him. even as he’s actually attacked, he just wants to find y/n before anything else.

the battle with ursula felt like a scene from a movie. it was like it lasted days, painful, exhausting days of torment from the witch. even after he swam up to shore, y/n was nowhere to be found.

“get a boat!” eric pants. “we need to find y/n, i need to find her.”

“eric,” the queen says.

“mother, i need her-“

“relax, first, eric. we will find her. we have people out already looking for her,” she tries to comfort her son who’s in the water, discombobulated from all he’s been through today. he stared at the water, remaining on shore but still lost at sea. y/n could be anywhere and it’s out of his control.

with every last morsel of strength y/n had left, she managed to force herself to swim to shore. she lay on the hot sand, absorbing the cold water from her hair and her dress. her eyes felt like she was looking through a dirty eyeglass, the ache in her head blurring her vision. her head had one too many impacts, leaving her with a thumping pain. once she landed there, rolling onto her back to let the sun beat on her face, she couldn’t make herself stand. her muscles were overworked and weary. the warmth of the sun encapsulated her body, leaving her to dry from the soak of the sea.

eric stormed through the beaches, despite the complaints from the queen. he wasn’t going to let her escape him again and be taken. she was just an innocent person, someone who didn’t deserve the wrath of ursula.

ariel herself felt scared. she never was able to experience the same emotions as humans, until she connected with y/n. she knew ursula too well to miss her tricks. y/n would have never done that to her under any circumstance. she admired y/n on the island. ariel had discovered the disappearance of y/n, and took matters into her own hands. she explored the oceans anywhere that she could’ve fallen to, but she eventually washed up to a small island, too far from the shore of eric’s island.

she could see the floating of y/n’s dress in the high tide. she saw the swishes of hair on the ground, covered in grains of sand. she rapidly flipped her fins, pushing herself onto the sand to grab onto y/n. she swam with the unconscious body quickly to the shore of the main island, leaving her on the dry land as she returned back to the waves.

even as time passed, eric was still searching frantically, looking like a lunatic on the beaches. he didn’t stop until he was forced to by his mother, succumbing to her orders to get back in the castle. he was observed and checked out in the medical wing to make sure he wasn’t hurt too severely.

he heard shuffling in the halls, the passing of guards and orders. “alert the prince,” one says, making eric’s head perk up. it wasn’t until grimsby whipped the door open, walking in to greet eric.

“sire,” he pants. “we’ve found y/n.”

eric stands up, his face falling straight as he swiftly moved down the hallways. his footsteps ricochet through the tall passages, skipping up the stairs and seeing y/n in a small bed. her hair was tied back with a white bandage wrapped around her head.

he pauses, taking in the sight of his one and only, vulnerable and hurt on the bed. his chest rises and sinks in long breaths. he doesn’t know if he can handle looking at her sleeping body, she looks too peaceful for him to be comfortable.

as the servants cleared out of the room, eric sat beside her on the bed. he grabbed her hand as she fluttered awake, stretching her body out with a grimace on her face. “eric?”

“yes,” he whispers. “i’m here, it’s alright.”

“i don’t understand what happened, it was all so fast and then ariel-“

“shh, you’re going to be ok now,” he reassures her, running a hand on her cheek.

“but where is ariel? she dropped me off on the shoreline and i didn’t see her again,” y/n questions, fearing for her friend. when she looks behind eric, she hears a soft, gracious knock on the doors as ariel steps in in her blue dress. she has a dim smile on her lips as y/n tells her. “come in, please, ariel.”

she steps into the room, looking around at the mysterious objects in this part of the castle. the couple smiles at the curious girl until she makes her way over to y/n on the bed. “i found you on an island on the outland. it was further from the shipwreck than we were.”

“thank you,” y/n smiles, grabbing ariel’s hand and placing her other one on top of them. she looks around, her expression changing to confusion. “i guess i’ll address the problem in the room. your legs have returned.”

“my father gave me the gift of staying here with you. i’m meant to be on land, and i’ve finally been heard. i couldn’t have done any of this without you. you showed me kindness and never once treated me like i was unordinary, even though i am.”

“you don’t need to ask for respect around here,” y/n says. ariel thanks her one last time, before moving out of the room.

“you have no idea how happy i am that you’re alright,” eric remarks, shuffling closer to y/n’s body. “i was so scared i lost you.”

“i know,” y/n replies. “but you’ll never lose me, eric.” he leans forward, placing a sweet kiss on her lips as a token of gratitude.

“we’re meant to be together until the sky falls, my love.”

[sanjoongie]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

🌑My submission for the Long Winter's Night event by @cultofdionysusnet

🌑Pairing: Shadow Demon! Choi Soobin x Human! Reader (f)

🌑Genre: smut, somewhat pwp, fluff

🌑Au: Supernatural au, demon au, shadow realm au

🌑Trope: strangers to lovers

🌑Rating: 18+, MDNI

🌑Warnings: tentacle sex, sex pollen, sub! Soobin, dom! Reader, 69 position, oral (m&f), deep throating, colored cum (it's my thing okay), oral fixation, spit kink, marking, nipple play, breast play, penetrative sex with no barrier, fingering (f), hand kink (because soobin has massive hands), aphrodisiacal cum, creampie, aftercare, sex in water, pull out method

🌑Word count: 4,277

🌑Beta’s: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii

🌑Summary: During the day in which night is the longest, and therefore the shadows, you unknowingly walk into the shadow realm, but luckily, a demon takes you under his… shadow tails

🌑divider by @cafekitsune

“Goddamn last-minute customers,” you grumbled to yourself as you reached for your keys in your purse. 

It was late at night, with the full moon high in the sky. One would think it would illuminate the world a little bit more, but to you, it just made it so the shadows were longer. 

You had just finished your shift at work and had locked up, but not before getting extremely pissed off by someone who had claimed ‘they just wanted to look’ and kept you way past closing time. Still grumbling, you fumbled to unlock your car when you froze in fear. Were the shadows moving?

A street light went off farthest from you. You would have shrugged it off as a normal occurrence until the next one beside it and the one after that blinked dead. Fear gripped you firmly, but you didn’t drop your keys until what you could only describe as a mixture of a bull and a dog slowly moved out of the shadows. Smokey darkness clung to it, but its eyes were a bright blue that penetrated the darkness. 

Then it broke out in a flat-out run towards you.

You turned as quickly as you could, dropping your purse and booting it out of the parking lot and down the road. No one was out at this hour, and even if you screamed for help, no one was coming. You could hear the scratching of the creature's nails on the pavement as it took the corner onto the road, and you knew you had no chance of outrunning it. Your eyes found an alleyway that surely the creature couldn't follow you into, and you squeezed into it. 

You closed your eyes tightly, struggling with keeping your breathing at a slower pace. You didn’t want to give away your location, and you hoped that the creature would simply run by you and you would be safe.

You waited and waited, but you didn’t hear any growling to indicate the creature had found you. You didn’t hear any jaws snapping or cracking of the brick as it attempted to make a hole for itself to get to you. So you opened your eyes, but you were not met with the brick wall that had been before you only moments before. 

Your lips parted in wonder at what your eyes took in. The entire realm before you was painted in dusky colors of purples and blues. Toadstools as tall as trees stretched up into a sky with beautiful celestial features. A golden bat screeched over your head, wings flapping enthusiastically. A silver hedgehog and its family snuffled around, looking for food. You were definitely not in your world anymore.

“What’s a human doing in the shadow realms?” A sultry voice said from seemingly nowhere.

“The…shadow realms?” You weren’t sure you heard right.

The voice sighed. “I forgot it was the longest night.”

You looked around, but you couldn't see anything other than beautiful blue moths fluttering in the air. “Listen, if you could just help me get back?”

Shadows pooled down a mushroom stalk, making a line down the pale flesh, but still, whoever was talking to you did not reveal themselves. “How did you get here?”

“There was a creature hunting me. I fit myself into an alley and closed my eyes, and now I’m here.” You shrugged. “You tell me.”

“I don’t… you didn’t come through a portal? No one tricked you to follow them in? Are you sure you didn’t hear any giggling?” The voice sounded hesitant now.

You stepped forward, swinging your head around, trying to locate the owner of the sultry voice. If you were to hazard a guess, it seemed to be a male voice, but you were in a world that wasn’t exactly familiar right now. “No giggling.”

“I guess I should escort you back to my hut. You’ll be safe there until I can help you find your way back. You don’t want to be out here. There’s much worse things out there than that creature, let me tell you.”

The line of shadow continued its trail down the mushroom’s stalk, skirting over rock and around flowers, and made an odd pool before your feet. Slowly, a figure emerged upwards. First a head, then shoulders, a narrow waist and legs. The figure stayed draped in shadows. It cocked its head at you. 

“Who are you?” You gulped but dared to ask.

“A better question would be 'what am I?' but I guess I can answer your first question.” The shadows pulled back to reveal luscious lips and big brown eyes. 

You bit down on your lip to suppress a gasp. It was a "he" and he was handsome. The shadows only pulled back to form clothing that seemed silky and soft, but you wouldn’t know unless you touched them, you supposed. “My name is Soobin.”

“I--”

Soobin held up a hand. “Don’t tell me your name. The less I know about you, the better. I’ll refer to you as Sunshine.” He pursed his lips to one side. “All you need to know is I am a shadow demon. This entire world is dangerous to a human. You come from a world that needs sunshine, and this world thrives on shadows and moonlight. Everything here is built to lure you to your demise. Even myself.”

You watched in slight awe and fear as several tail-like appendages fanned out from behind Soobin. He almost appeared as a fabled nine-tails. He was glorious and beautiful. But he had just finished saying he was a shadow demon. Surely you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that…

You laughed nervously. “But you’re going to take me to your hut? For safekeeping?”

The skin around Soobin’s eyes crinkled, and he laughed. “Yes.”

“Even though you just warned me that you are built to lure me to my demise?”

Soobin pressed his lips together in determination. “Yes. I may be built to do that, but I choose not to.” His dark eyes wandered around. “But not all demons will approve of my choice. We have to get moving.”

You followed your savior but you couldn't help but gawk at the world around you. A purple bear flashed its golden claws as it dug into a blue beehive. A silver owl swooped overhead, catching mice also out for the (day?) night. You came across beautiful blue flowers that smelled divine. You picked one and inhaled deeply. It was such a beautiful place, if not for Soobin’s warning, you almost didn’t want to leave.

Your body began to tingle. Your hand smoothed over the rough bark of the silver tree beside you. You gasped at how pleasurable it felt. Your lower half tightened and your nipples pebbled. You felt like you were just thoroughly made out with, you were so turned on. Where did this come from?

Soobin turned around from walking in front of you. His lips were so plush. What would they look like wrapped around your fingers? Do Shadow Demons have oral fixations? Would he let you sit on his face? You shook your head. The hell was wrong with you right now?

“Are you okay?” Soobin was standing right in front of you now, not a hair's breadth away. 

You sucked in your breath. “No.”

Soobin frowned cutely. He manhandled you gently, turning you around, looking for scratches or leeches. You were a human, a creature of light. Everything in the shadow realm wanted to suck the sun from you. “How do you feel?”

"Like I want to pin you up against a tree and take you in my mouth,” you deadpanned.

Soobin broke eye contact with you and swallowed loudly. “Shit.”

You brushed your lips against Soobin’s lips while you spoke. “Would you? Would you let me?”

“You are infected with our flower’s pollen. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Soobin danced out of your reach easily. His shadow tails held your wrists loosely. 

Soobin shook his head vehemently. “Sunshine, you have to resist.”

“I don’t know what kind of flowers you have here, but I smelled one earlier that smelled divine,” You purred.

You couldn't stop eyefucking Soobin. You licked your lips. “You could pin me to the tree instead. Fuck my face. I’ll be good to you, Soobin.”

“Resist what, Soobin?” You wondered, tilting your head. “Is it because I’m human? I may not have a second pussy, which I'm sure your females have, but I could be so good to you. Just give me a chance?”

“There’s a way to turn the lust,” Soobin licked his lips gratuitously. “You could turn it to violence. There is a tree that bleeds red sap. I could give you an axe, and you could--”

“Soobin,” you whined. “I want you. If I wanted to just get off, I could hump that rock over there. I want you! I’ve been turned on and resisted before. This is different. When I think of you, the need only amplifies. I want YOU.”

Soobin looked at you through his fringe. “I won’t have you against your will. Are you sure it is not the lust clouding your mind? That you can think of nothing but sex? Was I revolting before you began to feel this way?”

You willingly raised your arms above your head, and Soobin’s tails allowed you. You crossed your wrists, hoping you looked like you were an offering for him. “I give my body willingly to you.

Soobin continued to meet your eyes and then looked away. “I am not a dominant. I do not initiate coupling.”

“You have permission to take all the pleasure you need from me,” Soobin offered you, sooty eyelashes kissing his cheekbones, in deference. “I hope you aren’t insatiable and can find some relief with my body.”

Soobin’s face became rosy, and you couldn't help but coo. His shadows let you go, and you rushed to cup his face. You licked Soobin’s lower lip for access to his mouth. He parted his lips slightly, and you captured his upper lip between yours in a sizzling kiss.

You moaned into his mouth. “You taste like the night air and bitter berries.”

“Are you sure, Soobin?” You pressed your fevered forehead to his. 

“Your need for me is alluring,” Soobin said, biting deeply on his lower lip. “I am eager to see what you would do to me given the chance.”

You were eager to taste everything about him. The thin, almost silky-like clothing he wore was discarded easily. You licked and sucked his jaw, neck, and down his pecs. You played with his nipples when you realized he was sensitive and cried out when you did. His hands had gone around your body immediately, hands digging into the flesh of your ass deeply. He bucked his growing hard-on against your stomach. 

“You need to be sucked into something, don’t you, sweet thing?” You cooed at the shadow demon.

Surely Soobin’s allure was his innocent eyes and his luscious lips. Who wouldn’t want to be lured into his embrace to find what he was capable of? He nodded, dark eyes on yours, a curious gaze set to them.

You popped off Soobin reluctantly. You spat on the head of Soobin’s cock and frowned when it was colored a dusky lavender. Was that your spit or was that Soobin’s cum? “Did your precum just get me wet?”

You dropped to your knees, and your hands smoothed up his hip bones. You mouthed gently at his hard-on and Soobin moaned deeply. He was so velvety smooth yet hard against your lips. He smelled like the deep, sweet earth, and you wanted to bury your nose into his skin.

You held his cock with both your hands wrapped around them and sucked on the tip of his dick. Soobin let out a choked moan, head tipped back, and Adam’s Apple bobbing freely. You used both your fists to jerk him off, sucking and licking the top of his head. Your tongue tingled and you felt your cunt gush with wetness.

Soobin smiled cutely, pushing the apples of his cheeks to prominent little bumps. “This realm is dangerous, I told you that. My bodily fluids are made to make mating with a human easy. How else are we to eat your light?”

You got rid of your own clothing quickly. You then snatched Soobin’s hand and tugged him to lay down on the soft moss under your knees. You straddled his body, your head pointed to his feet, your cunt hovering over his head. “You can eat me like this,” You purred.

You felt airy wisps along your body and felt your body respond to it in kind. You turned your head to see two of Soobin’s tails were pulling your ass cheeks wide. You felt rather than saw Soobin’s tongue along your folds. The tip gathered your wetness along your folds, making you shudder, and then he stuck his tongue inside your hole. Your pussy clenched around the wet appendage. Soobin thrusted it in and out of you before burying his face deeper into your cunt.

Not to be outdone by the shadow demon, you laid your tongue flat against the bottom of your lip and eased his cock into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged only slightly before being able to settle him deep down your throat. You set the pace with your deepthroating, and found pleasure in the joint effort of your reduced breathing and Soobin’s tongue flirting with your clit. 

Soobin was a mess under you. Your mix of spit and his cum was pooling along his pelvis in a cloudy lavender splash against his lovely skin. You could only imagine that your own cum and his spit had to be covering his chin and cheeks with how enthusiastically he was licking you. 

“Sunshine?” Soobin said your nickname tentatively.

It was a fight between needing to moan as Soobin pushed you towards an orgasm and needing his cock heavy on your tongue. You couldn't seem to get enough of him.

Eventually, his tongue on you proved to be too much. You began to slurp and lick up the mess around his cock, leaving love bites along the way. Your nails dug into his sensitive inner thighs, leaving crescent moon marks as your climax overtook your body. You felt pleasure lick at your nerves but you weren’t satisfied, not completely. 

“Soobin,” you whimpered with perhaps a little manipulation coating your tongue. “I ache. My pussy hurts. You’ll take care of me, right?”

You squealed when several of Soobin’s shadow tails moved under your legs and arms. They held your head aloft and lifted you off of him. Your body was in the air now, almost as if you were sitting on a chair. 

His eyebrows tilted inwards as he appeared worried for you. “If I release inside of you, you’re only going to need me more. It’s never-ending. Are you sure?”

You allowed your lower lip to quiver. “I want your pretty purple cum to paint my insides, Soobin. Won’t you do me the honor? Or do you need me to pull you inside of me, sweet boy, hmmm?”

Soobin whined in the back of his throat. “Tell me what to do that will be good for you.”

Soobin’s tails supported you as you gestured for Soobin to come stand between your legs. “Bring that pretty cock to me, sweet thing.”

You grabbed the base of Soobin’s cock and tugged it until his feet moved him forward. You played the head of his cock along your folds. You could appreciate just how long he was now, in the most intimate part of your body. 

Soobin eased inside of you, eyes on your face the entire time. Even once he was flush with your body, with your moans tickling his eardrums, he still pursed his lips in a question. “You really want this?”

“You sure are a funny demon,” you laughed and groaned at the same time. “Soobin, you’re cute. You protected me. I would have jumped your bones regardless of the flowers making me want to have sex.”

Soobin broke out into a smile that showed his dimples, and you almost swooned in his shadow tails. “Really?”

“Soobin,” you said his name in a sing-song voice. “You’re balls deep in me right now. Really.”

His body waved between your legs, a hand smoothing up your thigh in appreciation of your spread legs, just for him. “You’re squeezing me so tightly.” Soobin gasped as you clenched down at his sentence. 

“You're so fucking loooooooong,” You moaned. “Fuck Soobin, are you--hnnnnnn!” Your words became incoherent as you felt him hit the end of you. This shadow demon really was made to breed. 

“Is it too much?” Soobin checked in, eyes searching out yours as you opened your eyes.

“Oh no,” you laughed, “It’s just right.”

Soobin pressed his lips together and reached out to grasp both your breasts with his hands. His thumb rubbed against your nipples and you groaned. His hands were so big that they encompassed your breasts completely. Your hands glided over his hands and squeezed. “It’s so good, Soobin, please, give me more.”

“More?” Soobin wondered.

“Aren’t your tails meant to help too?” You prompted.

Soobin smiled again, and your heart skipped a beat. His eyes twinkled in merriment. Was he truly just happy between your legs? Happy to just be with you? “What do you want them to do?”

Soon, one of his tails was satisfying your oral fixation, entwining with your tongue, the light and airy material it was made out of making an entire new sensation in your mouth. His tails adjusted your stance so that Soobin’s hands were on your ass instead, splaying across your lower back and ass. His tails squeezed around your breasts, undulating and massaging them. 

Soobin licked his lips. “Is it good for you?” 

You laughed under your breath. “Soobin, it’s so fucking good, I think I’m going to go crazy with how good it is.”

“Good, because--” Soobin let out a desperate whine. “I’m not sure how much I can hold out anymore. I need to cum soon.”

You smiled teasingly. “Do you need permission?”

Soobin nodded enthusiastically. “You're the dominant. I’m only allowed to come inside of you if you say I can.”

You put a hand around the back of Soobin’s neck and pulled him in close. “Come for me, sweet boy.”

Soobin closed his eyes and shuddered. He groaned loudly, and his hips stuttered against you. You could feel him squirting inside of you, and you felt your body react to it. You felt the need to come, and you felt the desire to have Soobin inside of you for all of eternity. You wondered how many times a shadow demon could come, and would your body be able to keep up?

“Sunshine, Sunshine, come back to me,” Soobin whispered to you. His huge hands now cupped your face. 

“Here Soobin, I’m here,” you panted. 

“I don’t think I should have come inside of you,” Soobin said apologetically. 

“Don’t apologize, you’re amazing,” you reassured him.

You looked down your body, covered in a light sheen of sweat and saw Soobin’s pretty lavender cum pouring out of your used cunt. Your lower half throbbed at the sight of the creampie. You had been so deep into your lust that you hadn't even felt him pull out. 

“I can make you come again, but I don’t think I should use my cock,” Soobin winced.

You whined at the idea that he would not be fucking you with his pretty cock again. “No, Soobin, I need it!”

Soobin shook his head. “Don’t use your beautiful eyes against me, Sunshine.”

You squealed as Soobin’s tails turned you over, facing away from him. You had one tail wrapped around your middle, another brushing your hair from your face and two holding your arms behind your body. 

You felt Soobin’s hand on your ass, rubbing circles on your ass cheek. “I can bring you with my fingers. That will satiate your body. I think the pollen will have run its course if I make you come.”

“Let’s say…” You could practically imagine the pained expression on Soobin’s face, “...I’ll finger fuck it out of you.”

“But your cum?” You panted.

You wanted his fingers inside of you. They were thick and long, and--You whimpered at the image.

“Oh god,” you moaned, “Please, whatever, just touch me, Soobin!”

Soobin wiggled and turned his middle finger inside of your pussy and you could feel his cum push out to make room for just one digit. You tried to push back on his finger but you had no leverage in this situation. “Another?” Soobin asked.

“Three!” You insisted.

“Someone’s greedy,” Soobin muttered.

Regardless, Soobin pushed three fingers into your used hole, and you groaned in happiness. Soobin must have bent over at his waist because his head was besides yours, still fucking your cunt with his fingers. “I’ll carry you back to my hut, don’t worry, I won’t leave you here.”

“Right there, Sunshine? Does that feel good?” Soobin whispered against the shell of his ear. He kissed your temple and murmured words of encouragement. 

“Such a--” You had meant to call him a gentleman, but Soobin was no longer pushing his fingers into you with abandon. He crooked his fingers, and he was brushing against the spongy part inside of you that would allow you to see stars. “Oh fuck Soobin, right there!” You whined.

You felt his shadows flick across your nipples, in an interesting mimic of two tongues flicking your nipples. “Your fingers are splitting me. It’s glorious,” you grunted. 

“I’ve almost got all of my cum out,” Soobin told you, “You ready to come, Sunshine?”

“So fucking ready, oh god,” You nodded.

Soobin ruthlessly thrusted into you, precisely stroking that part inside of you that made you come undone completely for him. You felt your body shudder, and you screamed in pleasure. You screamed Soobin’s name, you cursed, you convulsed as you came so hard. You weren’t sure if that was from the pollen or from Soobin’s cum, but it had been the best orgasm of your life. 

Soobin’s tails cradled you until they safely deposited you in his arms, snatching your clothes up as he began to walk. At some point, he had acquired his silk-like clothing, and you snuggled into his chest. You could confirm they were indeed soft as they looked. 

“I’m so glad you found me first,” you muttered tiredly. 

“You’re lucky,” Soobin said to you as he strode in the direction of his hut. “If it had been Beomgyu that had found you, you’d be begging for hours to come.”

You giggled. Soobin almost sounded a bit territorial right now. 

Soobin bathed you in a still, dark pool that his hut was built near. His hands on your body stirred some remnants of the lust still in you. You pulled him in with your arms around his neck again, and he groaned into your mouth. He fucked you underneath the sparkling skies above, unable to deny you anything, it seemed.

“Sunshine,” he cried out, pulling out just in time and you watched as his cum clouded the water. 

You couldn't help but pout. “Soobin, you’re too much of a gentleman.”

Soobin’s eyes mimicked crescent moons, and he chuckled. “You do not have the energy for a frenzied sex session again, Sunshine.”

“Soobin?” You wondered as he brought you inside of his hut.

“Surely you don’t need more?” He said in disbelief. 

“Maybe the appeal isn’t the pollen anymore,” you giggled, “Maybe it’s just you, Soobin. But that’s not what I was going to ask.”

“What if I can’t get back?”

Soobin gently laid you down on his bed, pulling soft warm material over your naked body. “What were you going to ask?” he said, bambi-eyes blinking down at you. 

Soobin sighed heavily. “Then I suppose I’ll have to continue to protect you.”

You sat up, and the material slid back down to your waist. Soobin’s eyes were quick to scan over your body, although he should be already quite familiar with your naked form by now. His eyes were full of lust, regardless. “Will you do more than just protect me?” You asked

Soobin sat on the bed, leaning with one arm. “I think you’re a bit of a masochist, you know?”

You giggled, and Soobin quickly broke into laughter with you. “Yeah, I think so. But you know what? It’s not so bad to be driven mad with desire for you, Soobin.”

A light blush dusted Soobin’s cheeks. “You are a mystery to me. You are a human. You should be scared of how much you want to be with a demon.”

You cupped one side of Soobin’s face. “What if I don’t see you so much as a demon?”

Soobin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Then that would make you a very stupid human.”

You shrugged. “Then I guess you can call me dumb.”

Soobin shook his head. “Sleep. I will watch over you. Then, we will search for a way to get you back to the sun.” He looked at you with a bit of disappointment. “You won’t last long here. You do need the sun, regardless of how much you like it here.”

You yawned. “Then you should come back with me.”

Your soft snores made Soobin smile bitter-sweetly. He had to bring you back to the human world. But surely he could enjoy a few hours of watching you sleep, right? It was the longest night, after all. He only wished it was longer. 

[villainwannabe]

Thinking about staring contest between Tsizilia (OC) and Sephiroth, but there's a slight turn of events...~

NSFW under this point! MINORS GTFO!!!

Rules are simple. The first one to look away, or blink, is the loser.

Everything is going normal at first: they sit across each other, Tsizilias hand is resting against her cheek, Sephiroths are crossed. No one is moving, nor making a single sound. It's quiet, too quiet. Both of them were really confident about winning that day, and determined to bring the other one down. (Competitive couple duo what can I say😭)

And it really seemed like time froze. Unmoving, unblinking, staring into each other and analysing every single detail one others face. Looking for any weaknesses. Patiently waiting for the winner and loser to be revealed.

(Fun fact: Sephiroth canonically doesn't blink even once in Advent Children, and Tsizilia doesn't blink during the night/in the dark environment. So this was REALLY going to be a challenge.)

And then... An idea snuck into Tsizilias mind. A pretty evil one. She couldn't help but smirk lightly, Sephiroth quirking an eyebrow at that. She was plotting something, he knew.

Slowly, without Sephiroth noticing, a shadow slipped out of her leg, slithering across the floor, out of his peripheral vision, and climbed up over into his lap... Right on his crotch.

Right when the man was about to question her, his breath hitches and eyes widen, as he felt something clearly palming him through his pants.

... Damn her. Cheater.

Sephiroth clenched his jaw, but for some reason, he didn't warn her to stop. Instead... He wanted to see just how far will she go... How far will HE be able to last.

This was going to be fun.

The shadow had a firm pressure around Sephiroths cock, stroking him in frustratingly slow movements. The natural coldness of it only added to the pleasurable feeling, as he felt himself beginning to harden under its touch. But he kept his gaze locked on Tsizilia, not daring to look away, as his eyebrows visibly furrowed. A low groan escaped him. She smirked eve more. Oh, if he could have just wiped that smile off her face-

"... You little minx."

"Your little favorite minx." Tsizilia corrected lowly, flashing a toothy grin at him, eyes crinkling in amusement. Oh, the woman was absolutely enjoying this.

Instead of replying with a snarky comeback, a shaky moan escaped his parted lips as the shadow increased the pressure. Sephiroths eyes almost closed as he felt his tip being teased by the end of the black, smokey tentacle. His breathing was getting ragged, cheeks covered by a thin shade of red. it was starting to get quite difficult to focus... But the silver head wasn't gonna give up so easily.

The speed was increasing, and the furrow of his eyebrows deepened. The ravenette in front of him also wasn't helping: the way her hooded, tired eyes he always have admired, stared at him, like he was the tastiest meal served to her on a platter. It's like she was eating him up with just her gaze alone. The power it held... It made Sephiroths heart leap violently inside his ribcage, and a light shiver course through his back.

Not yet. The man scolded himself, hands tightening into fists, to the point of knuckles turning white.

... Only if it was that easy.

He felt himself growing closer to climax. Sephiroth fought for dear life, grunting, huffing, and trying his best to remain his eyes settled on his lover. The man's breath picked up. A shiver ran down his spine. Tsizilia licked the roof of her lips. She murmurs the next words as slow as possible.

"... Succumb."

That was enough to send Sephiroth over the edge, and finally lose control. His head gets thrown back, hips jerking upwards to chase after the release, with such intensity it got his head spinning, eyes shutting tight, biting his lip to muffle a guttural groan escaping his throat.

Tsizilia releases a dark chuckle. Good... Very good. She thought.

"... Looks like I'm the winner." ,She said smugly, teasing him on purpose.

"As if I'm ever going admit victory to a cheater."

The woman tuts at him.

"You could have stopped me and play fair and square, dear. You're guilty as much as I am."

Sephiroth frowns. She had a point. Damn.

He wasn't going to let this slide, the man though as he felt himself harden again, and a smirk grace his lips. If she wanted to play that bad...

...The man was never the one to give up easily without a fight.

[Sephiroth doubles, pls dni.]

[thatkinkyyqueer]

Kinktober Day 30

(Using @absurdthirst prompt list)

Weight Gain/Object Insertion/Sex Pollen

“This is beautiful Dr. Bradly!” Susan says as I take her into my solarium. I invited her over for dinner after today’s test with the smokey tentacle monster. I told her it want to further discuss a plan for how to proceed, but if I’m being honest I’ve been so horny since the test. I haven’t been able to shake the images of Cameron’s look of ecstasy as the creature made him orgasm over and over. We still haven’t been able to get him out of there, but he definitely doesn’t seem to be suffering.

“Thank you.” I reply after a long pause, realizing I’ve been staring at Susan’s ass for too long. I walk her through the room showing her all of my plants. “And they’re all carnivorous?” She asks, admiring my largest pitcher plant. “Mostly. Some are here to fill the space and help with the overall ecosystem I’ve created in this room, but yes most of this plants are carnivorous.” Susan nods thoughtfully. “Would like to see my favorite plant?” I ask with a grin and she nods.

We walk to the center of the room. There’s a pole that reaches the ceiling and hundreds of small dark green vines wrapping around it, some of the vines ending in bright blue flower bulbs. The vines start to move as we approach. I stay back a couple feet and Susan steps closer to examine it. “It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She watches as the two of the buds start moving like charmed snakes.

“That’s because they came from the lab. It’s the only one we’ve ever found. I call it a monster-era.” I laugh at my own joke as she turns to face me. “I think I remember reading the file about this. I don’t remember much, but that vibrant blue and the moving vines are hard to forget. Is it safe?” I choose my next words carefully and smile at her, seeing the buds come around either side of her head. “It’s not dangerous.”

Right on queue the buds come into her field of view and puff it’s fine blue pollen into her face. She shrieks and stumbles back into the mass of vines. “Just relax. Everything is fine.” I say mostly so she won’t fight so hard and damage my plant. She’s panting hard, which will only make the pollen work faster. “What was that?!” I can feel my cock hardening in my pants, Susan notices too. “Pollen. Don’t worry it won’t hurt you.” The vines start wrapping around her wrists and ankles. “It’s works like a very powerful aphrodisiac.” Her face is flush and she’s having trouble keeping eye contact with me.

“I can tell it’s taking effect. Your body temperature is rising.” I say in a low voice. She bites her lower lip as I look her up and down. It looks like she’s squeezing her legs together. The vines quickly tighten around her limbs and tie her firmly to the pole. “Get me out of it please!” She begs me and I wonder how wet she is. “Sorry, but I can’t do that. The vines aren’t going to release until you have an orgasm or I cut them off.” I step a little closer now that it’s safe. “Then cut them!” She yells, getting frustrated.

I stand directly in front of her. “No.” I say plainly and she whines loudly. “Listen no matter what the plant will make you have an orgasm in an hour or so and it will release you on its own. No harm done.” I look into her eyes and palm my cock through my pants. “Or I could help and you’ll be out of there quicker.” Her brows furrow. “Fuck you.” I shrug at her, before reaching out and tracing a single finger along her jawline and under her chin. She lets out a shaky breath as her whole body trembles. I lean in close to her ear, without touching her and whisper. “Remember that when you’re begging me to fuck you in a couple minutes.”

[howlingday]

Jaune's Shampoo

Seer

"DAMMIT, NORA!" Jaune opened his shower door. As he exited, he noticed his body had drastically changed. Using a mixture of his shampoo and experimental goo found at the fiendish Dr. Merlot's laboratory, Nora had unwittingly created a mutagen just to prank her team leader.

Jaune flopped his uselessly long arm against the shower handle. Where once was an arm with bones and meat that connected to a hand with fingers was now a black, boneless tentacle underlined by suction cups. At the very end was a sharp, piercing, uh, stabby thing. As he gripped the handle, he heard an awful scraping sound.

It was his hand, er, tentacle. Within the suction cups were sharp spikes. Stepping free from his confined space, his arms slapped against the tiled floor of the bathroom. Looking down, his "feet," which were smaller tentacles with just as many blades to match. He didn't know how he was hovering, but right now he didn't care.

He had to get out and figure out a way to cure himself! The less tentacley the better! And he would do that... as soon as he opened the door! The knob proved slipperier than the handle.

"Come on!"

"Are you okay in there?"

"Hey, who is that?" Jaune asked.

"It's Blake. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, but... I'm not feeling too good!"

"Was it the fish?" Blake inquired. "I didn't think it was good either."

"No, no, it wasn't the fish." Jaune replied. "This, uh, is something new."

Blake was silent for a moment. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, no, you can stay! It's just... Can you promise not to be weirded out if I get this door open?"

"If?" Blake asked.

"My new hands need some training."

As Blake pondered what he meant, the door gave a click. She stepped away, letting Jaune make his way out of the bathroom. Blake had seen many strange things in her life, but a person with black arms twice the length of the body hovering atop diminished legs, also black, and a red cloud briefly passing around his head? Definitely tops the list now.

"Uh..." Blake quirked her brow. "I have a few questions."

"I'm pretty sure Nora is responsible for this."

"...Well, that's at least one of my questions answered." Blake stepped aside as Jaune floated to the closet. "May I ask how?"

"I used shampoo that turned me into this." He slapped his appendage uselessly against the handle.

"Couldn't you have used a different shampoo?"

"Like what?" Jaune asked, choosing to slip his singular digit into the hole. "Use Pyrrha's shampoo, or maybe Ren's?"

"Would that be so wrong?" Blake asked. He gave no response. "The answer is no, so long as you told them."

"Ah." Jaune nodded, opening the closet door at last, and looked through his options. Unfortunately, none of them accounted for "red-smokey-head" today. On the upside, he was getting used to his arms.

"Snf, snf, snf." Jaune turned and saw Blake leaning close to him. Her eyes shut as her nose twitched slightly. She gave a soft hum before she opened her eyes, where she blushed and lept away. "Excuse me."

"What, do I smell bad?" Jaune asked. "Like, fish or something?"

"No, you..." She cleared her throat. "Your smell reminded me of my home. It's like coconuts, sea salt, and fresh fruit."

"Like apples?"

"Like mangoes, and pineapple, and..." She gave a soft smile before swiftly turning to a frown. "Sorry, I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that."

"No, no, it's fine!" Jaune raised his tentacled arms. "I mean, it's not fine fine, but I think I understand why you got really close. You're homesick, right?"

There was a long pause before Blake gave her answer. "In a way, yes." She sighed. "But it's more like I miss what my home used to be. Before the White Fang."

"Oh." Jaune nodded. He didn't know much about the Faunus supremacy group, but he understood what he was told by Ruby. Blake did a lot of bad things, but for a good cause, a good reason. Then things got bad until she couldn't stay anymore. He hated seeing someone looking so upset, so he had an idea.

"Hey, uh, Blake?" She looked to him. "If you want, you can, uh, smell me whenever you want." His face tinged red, though it wasn't the red cloud floating about. "Uh, sorry if that sounded weird, but-"

Jaune was cut off as he felt himself ensnared by the faunus girl. He reciprocated by giving her a hug in response. He'd never been this close to a girl before and it felt... nice. Until-

"Ow!" Jaune looked down to see Blake nipping at him. "Uh, B-Blake, could you- Ouch!" He tried to free himself, but found both arms wrapped around himself, rendering his escape impossible. Meanwhile, Blake continued to pant and nibble on his bare skin.

"Ow! B-Blake! S-Stop~!"

"Oohoo! Kinky~!" Nora said from the window. She looked to her constitutent hanging off beside her. "See, Ren? I told you it would work~!"

[bigboipyromaniac]

Write some more headcanons about omen x male reader, i liked the first part :D (or if you want, you can write something spicy😏)

Spicy headcanons for omen?😏 yall are naughty, good thing Christmas passed

• Omen doesn't really have a big sex drive

• But that doesn't mean that he won't do it with you

• Just make sure that everyone's asleep

• He hates it when the other agents ask him about his sex life's

• I'm pretty sure everyone though that he was all smoke and had no dick

• Plus I think some people are to scared to ask or think it's weird to

• But hey! You were the first one to find out

• But I am going to get into detail about his body

• I think he's similar to Reaper from overwatch

• Like can shape-shifting into a human and a smokey body

• But I feel like his smoke is a bit painful to keep on

• But yes he has a dick

• I don't think it's too small nor too big

• Just average (and maybe have some tentacles but you'll never know)

• He honestly likes to be bottom

• He mostly tired of going into battled all day

• So when he gets home he just want lay with you and do whatever you want

• But when he's top

• Oof

• Goodluck

• This man goes hard

• And won't stop until you both comes

• But the aftercare for this man

• He's so cute

• He's always asking you if your ok

• Or need anything from the kitchen

• And he would cook you anything you need

• Malewife over here

• He's always so scared that he might hurt you

• So yall have a save word if he ever goes too far

• What can I say

• He's a horny and smokey

• Love to kiss you after

• And also yell him You love him

• He'll be a blushing mess

Why did I make his cute in this

[rubykgrant]

Here he is, my version of Vanilla Sexyman, or whatever the heck we're calling him! I took a few "ingredients" from some of the sexymen we already know, and either did the opposite or intensified it. So, we what we have here; instead of being a stick-figure, he's thick and chubby. Basically, like Beetlejuice, but UN-SCUZZY. He's got a top-hat like Bill Cipher, with a vanilla orchid decorating the brim. He has multiple limbs which can change into claws or simply tentacle shapes (kinda like Venom, and a bit similar to Slenderman, but obviously with a reversed color-scheme and a MUCH more vibrant suit). The physics of his body and hair is a combination of Hexxus and Eris (either all smokey or like liquid, before becoming solid). Both the top of his suit and the pants have a pattern of swirls. He has extra sets of eyes, and the "facial hair" around his jawline actually opens up as a second monster mouth (like Alexandrite). I'm not sure what his whole deal would be, but maybe if somebody tries to summon him like Bloody Mary or whatever, and then fails some test, he turns them into a cake. Guess what flavor!

[momolady]

Monster Valentines: Part One

Want your own monster valentine, check out the info here.

Details wise just a slightly chubby guy looking for a beast like that from Disney movie (1991) if okay. If not a big orc with a love of reading.

Recently at work, you had been receiving letters and notes in your inbox. They were sweet and flirty, all from a secret admirer. The last one you received invited you out on a date. You were curious who was sending them and you constantly were watching people at work, hoping to spot the culprit. But so far, you had no clue.

The day of the date came, which was at a small bookstore and cafe near the park. It was one of your favorite places to go, so you were already impressed by what this secret admirer knew about you. As you walked in, you saw one of the cafe tables was set up with a bouquet of roses and a special tablecloth. 

Sitting at the table was a tall figure, his long fur pulled back away from his face. He stood from the table, a soft, nervous smile on his face. You recognized him, he worked in IT and had helped you set up your new computer when the old one broke. 

“Hello,” he said, smoothing down his nice shirt. 

“Hi,” you replied breathlessly. 

His toothy smile showed his sharp fangs and a lose curl came down from his neatly coiffed style. He then moved, offering you a chair and pulling it out. “I thought we could have a nice coffee, chat a bit, then maybe move on to a bigger date.”

You smiled at him over the roses. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

Hello Miss Momo! I'd like the Build A Monster option please. I'm a short ambivert weirdo with curly hair, dark eyes and freckles. My hobbies are drawing and exploring. My fave things are true crime and forests. My faves of yours are Mask the Killer and Sin the tentacle plant.

The Pinewood Demon

For years, residents of the Pinewood area have been reporting sights of a creature in the area. Usually, it is sighted by campers who are enjoying the Pinewood Forest’s large campsite. The creature is said to be over seven feet tall, with glowing red eyes, and a body that looks to be made of woody vines or soft wood twisted around to look like cords making up the body. It is also said he is covered in vines and dark moss, and is often carrying a large blunt instrument in his hand. The Pinewood Demon seems to have a strong dislike of hunters, as most that have been reported missing in the Pinewood Forest are just in fact that, hunters. It is said if you offer items to the Pinewood Demon in a sign of peace, he will leave your campsite alone. The massive creature is said to like potatoes, berries, and occasionally a toy or two. Hikers who have gotten lost said that upon offering something for help, the Pinewood Demon often helps them find the correct path home. So is this creature friend or foe? Demon or guardian?

Hi Momo! I'm interested in a blind date! I'm a chubby 5'4 Mexican American from WNC, nonbinary (she/they), who is kinda witchy, brews beer for a living and loves to drink it too, loves the fine arts (painting, sketching), reading, playing relaxing farming sim games, loves dogs

Every so often you went into the woods, which was in any given direction where you lived. It didn’t matter what directions you went, it was the intent that showed you to your desired destination. You brought a small parcel with you, a sampling of the beers you made. But these were a special brew, ones you made just for this Red Riding Hood like journeys into the tall ambling woods of the Appalachia. 

Eventually you come upon the path you seek, following it as it winds, becomes covered in shining pebbles, and small flickering lanterns light your way. A low fog surrounds you and the flickering lights glow brighter, showing you through the smokey mist.

The path leads to an old gate, one you have traveled through many times before. The latch is worn and old, it takes merely a push to step into the bounds of the property you seek. The large house is always the same, though sometimes the placement of the windows is different. Sometimes they are stained glass, sometimes they are wide open and billowy curtains ripple in tune to your breathing. But the house itself, stately yet twisted, remains the same.

The mist lightly clears, showing your way to the front door, which opens without you even knocking. Inside the place is dark, save for a few lit candles. Looking around, you see the old hound dog resting in the bare space at the foot of the stares. He doesn’t lift his head, but his tail does begin wagging as you step inside. 

There’s a haze about the place, one that hangs upon the rafters of the ceiling, wafting as you walk down the hallway. The incense scent reminds you of old woods and childhood packages. Inside the next room there is a large couch with lots of pillows, and a strange man laid upon it. His long hair drapes down over his face and shoulders, which he pushes back as you step into the room. A crooked smile adorns his face, alighting his bright yellow eyes.

“You’ve come back,” he holds out of hand of long, thin fingers, beckoning you to come closer. His skin is dark, a sort of blueish garnet shade, his nails are painted dark red. Coiled horns jut out from his temples, curling towards the ceiling and catching the haze. 

“I thought it was time.” You held up the parcel to him, placing it in his hand.

He sat up from his lounged position and opened the brown paper. “Lets see what you;ve got for me this time.” He pulled out one of the bottles, looking over the hand written label. “A pumpkin ale? Isn’t this out of season?”

“I had some left over,” you said with a smirk.

He took out another bottle. “Chocolate brew, much more in season.” He took out another bottle. “Winter crisp,” his eyes flicked to you. “What does that mean?”

“It means it’s crisp and it’s winter.”

“Smart mouth,” he laughed and went back to rummaging through the bag. He pulled out the last bottle. “Demon’s Draught? For me?”

“Smart mouthed, remember?” You said, letting your smile grow.

The demon slinked from the couch and held his hand out to you. You took it, letting those long fingers curl around your palm. He tugged your hand forward, kissing your knuckles with a smirk upon his lips.

“I have the meal prepared already. I’ve been waiting on you.”

You leaned in, kissing his cheek. “That’s why I am here, Switch.”

[sweetiecutie]

Underbed monster! Simon who was absolutely delighted when you first moved in. Such a pretty little thing, so sensitive to subtle change in aura whenever he stirred under your mattress, making you throw a concerned look around your room, trying to figure out what exactly it was that disturbed you. How, he was going to have so much fun with you!

Underbed monster! Simon who just can’t help himself from looming over you while you sleep, carving every smallest detail of your cute face into his memory. Can you blame him tho? Not when you’re all soft and vulnerable before him, smacking and pouting those puffy lips as creature’s presence caused your dreams to take a darker turn. Your fear tasted delightful.

Underbed monster! Simon to whom you’ve woken up quite a few times, looking up straight into those red glowing eyes until your sleep paralysis worn off, this creature disappearing immediately after you finally regained your ability to move. But you never thought too deep into that. After all he was just a figment of your imagination, right?

Underbed monster! Simon who started to grow fond of you rather quickly. He liked it how tidy you were, not intruding his space with empty bottles and whatever else trash - unlike past inhabitants of this house. He quite literally lived for nights when you were restless in your bed, finally giving up and opening a drawer of your bedside, retrieving pink dildo from within. Slowly but surely Simon shifted his diet from negative emotions from the nightmares he was causing to your positive, way sweeter feelings. Oh how delicious your pleasure was, Ghost literally purred while absorbing all the joy every orgasm brought you, your moans being too aloud for you to hear any strange grumbling.

Underbed monster! Simon who finally dared to touch you months after you moved into his place. He picked the perfect moment for it, right when you were on the very edge between reality and daydream, mind barely comprehending what was real and what was not. His black smokey tentacles crawled up from under the bed, slowly making their way to you plastered on your soft mattress, gently wrapping himself around your ankles. You paid no mind, mild coolness felt good against your hot skin, so you didn’t even think into it.

So underbed monster! Ghost shamelessly continued, his tentacles boldly slithering up your shins and then to your plush thighs, soon sliding under the hem of your panties. Wrapping himself around your clit and stuffing your pussy full of his appendages, literally purring at the taste of your pleasure mixed with slick, how blissful your velvety walls felt against him.

The next morning you woke up, only recalling some snippets of embarrassingly good wet dream you had, your cunny strangely sore, slick and overstimulated.

Underbed monster! Simon who has so many delightful and pleasurable things planned for you two, you just wait<3

Part 2 || part 3 || part 4

Requests are open<3

[dd122004dd]

Their Mother 2

The mother of the Eldritch terrors wants to retireve them from the Spellmans clutches.

This is for @liliyhsblog who asked me for a part 2. I hope its as satisfying as part 1.

Warnings: Bloodshed, battles, tentacles, genocide, decapitation, murder, end of the world

~Previously~

“How stupid of you, to bring your only bargaining chip to the battlefield. One thing you seemed to have forgotten about Pandora’s box, is that it released all the plagues on the Earth.” Saying this, she opened the box, letting her children out once again, to destroy the Earth and consume it.

~

Watching the chaos unfold, the mother smiled with glee.

First from the box emerged darkness, her eldest daughter stood in all her shadowy glory. Her form was smokey, as if her powers could not decide on a final form. With hollowed out eyes and tiny obsidians embedded in her forehead, the eldest eldritch terror stood proud and tall. Glancing at her mother, she smiled till cracks appeared in her face. She turned towards the witches, quickly losing her smile.

Next came her son, the uninvited. He emerged from the box, disheveled with his untidy clothes and tangled hair. The mother tsked before waving her hand, immediately her son’s hair was returned to its former midnight glory, his hair was neatly braided like the Vikings of old. His sickle was sharpened and gleamed in the light while his clothes changed from tattered rags to armor, black leather armor that seemed easily penetrable yet worked as an impenetrable shield.

Glancing down at himself he smiled widely, giddy at his new attire. He smiled up at his mother, like he used to when he was still young. He nodded his head in gratitude and moved to embrace her but she stopped him. Reunions could wait for they were still in serious danger from the coven before them.

After him came her third son, the weird. They slithered out of the box, an octopus-like mass crawled to the mother then climbed up her body, perching itself on her shoulder.

Grinning widely at the Weird’s presence she gently ran her fingers over their head, restoring them to their original form. Feeling the familiar power running through their body the weird morphed into their original form which they had lost millennia ago. On first glance they looked deceptively human, an androgynous human yet on closer glance one would notice their hands shifted from tentacles to fingers and back. On their tongue were suckers, meant to pull in their victims.

Cracking their neck unnaturally the weird glared fiercely at the coven before putting on a menacingly charming smile. His pearly teeth and insidious expression made the Spellmans’ almost wretch.

After the weird, the imp of the perverse emerged. Cradling her child’s golden statue, the mother was enraged. What had the mortals done to her child? How could they turn him into a mere trinket to use as they wished? Sighing in anger she whispered, “Awaken,” the moment the word left her lips the imp started moving, as if it were waking up after a long slumber. Ruby eyes stared at the mother before a sharp grin formed on the little creature’s face. Slowly the imp unveiled its tiny wings and perched itself on the mother’s shoulder, caressing the large golden globe in its hands with its tongue, tempted to pervert reality in accordance with its will.

Next came the cosmic. The being was an intimate part of the cosmos, the unattainable and uncontainable force took a mortal visage. The cosmos was a pale, lean man dressed in a hanfu woven from the very fabric of the universe itself with spinning galaxies and nebulas almost alive on the fabric. His long black tresses trailed down his back. He was the picture of tranquility yet within his mind, chaos reigned.

The returned took the form of a corpse, mostly well-preserved but rotting in a few places. She was deathly beautiful yet she moved unnaturally, as if she was a mere puppet for a puppeteer. She was dressed like a bride, lace covered her arms and a veil covered her hair yet her dress was stained with blood and dirt, as if she recently crawled out of a grave.

The twin of the void emerged next. He was a tall man in a black suit and a hat. Mysterious and strange the man looked like a regular human with his black gloves yet he was anything but. He was created to be the yang to her yin. He was supposed to satiate her hunger, the one in charge of caring for her yet after millennia away from her he was remiss in his duties, leading to her growing impoverished. He was and is, the endless.

Lastly the void emerged. The void took the form of a gaunt little girl in a white dress with frayed hair, a far cry from the terrifying terror she used to be. Hunched over, she gripped her stomach as her hollow eyes stared at the Spellman coven. Licking her lips with her black tongue she stared at her potential meal, prepared to temporarily satiate her hunger with the young coven when her mother stopped her.

The mother looked at her children, disappointed in their current state. She tsked before giving them a little of her power to sustain themselves. Her once powerful creations were reduced to their impoverished states by the measly coven before them. Yet she knew not even their patron goddess Hecate would be able to defend the coven if she chose to intervene.

The coven, however were unwilling to submit to the intimidating terrors and had instead called upon their allies. Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Demons, ghouls and other creatures of all kinds accompanied the Spellmans in a quest for the survival of their universe. Seeing the eldritch terrors out of Panadora’s box Hilda stepped forward saying, “Well, now that you have your ‘children’ back why don’t you leave us alone?”

Chuckling darkly she answered, “Because I want to see your bodies scattered on this field in pieces, I want to feel your metallic blood flowing down my throat as I claim the debt owed to me.”

“What debt?”

“Your lives.”

As soon as the words fell from her lips the battle commenced. The witches fought well, reciting spells and moving elegantly against the attacks of the terrors yet it was not enough. Many witches fell, many were ripped apart and others ran in an tempt to save themselves yet it was all for naught.

The once green grass was a sticky amber, decorated with various body parts. The last of the Spellmans, Hilda and Zelda stood at the center of the field, looking at their surroundings with anguish, their coven was obliterated, the angels and demons torn to shreds. The head of their beloved niece was in the hands of the mother as she grinned maniacally at the pair.

“So much hassle for a little half-born, and yet, she died so easily. I’m disappointed,” she said with mock disappointment before tossing the blonde head at the pair.

Hilda shuddered as she fell to her knees, her grief consuming her as Zelda stood her ground, willing her tears away.

“Now, for a special punishment for you, you shall see your world get destroyed before you, too are consumed,” saying this, the pair were frozen in their places as the mother motioned for her children to finish what they had started.

First came the darkness and her everlasting cold, no one could escape their sins, their guilt, her torment.

Second came the uninvited, he ripped through the populace, feasting on their unwelcoming hearts as his powers grew.

Third came the weird, succumbing the Earth in water, crushing humanity’s cities and submerging them with the creatures of the depths that laid in wait for centuries.

Fourth came the Imp, he corrupted reality, twisting the very foundations of nature akin to a child playing with playdough. His creations were maddening, confusing, chaotic, refusing to settle. The very foundations of reality were cracking, crumbling as he continued.

Fifth came the Cosmic, he brought together the three realms, Heaven, Hell and Earth, they crashed in a symphony of pained screams that echoed through the vastness till everything went silent.

Sixth came the Returned, the dead arose to bear witness to the end, the deceased tormented those who remained, those who fought, those who had hope.

Seventh came the Endless, he brought with him an endless cycle of torment for the mortals, a cycle of eternity only breakable by one. He imbued his powers into the chaotic Earth, creating an unending paradox.

Eight came the Void, the last, the end of all things, she consumed the chaotic, fractured reality with much glee. Finally, she was satiated for the first time in millennia.

In the seven days it took the Christian God to create the world, it took eight days to destroy his creations, the very foundations of his fragile reality were shattered by the Eldritch terrors, it was almost poetic.

After her thirst for revenge was satiated, the Mother took her children with her, into a different dimension in order to grow their own powers once more so that they’d never be as weak as they were, ever again.

Under their mother, the terrors flourished, their powers of destruction grew equal to the Element’s powers of creation. The Universe was now more balanced than it had been in centuries.

[ao3feed-jaydick]

To Make a Squid Mermaid Ink

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47474281 by sarriathmg When Jason was just a wee little squid-mer, Dick had such a fun time scaring him to watch his ink gland go, staining the surrounding water with smokey blackness before he turned red from the humiliation. Nowadays it's harder to get Jason to lose control like that; Jason can hold his ink even in the presence of predators. That doesn't mean Dick can't still succeed. (MerMay 2023) Words: 1902, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 108 of DC one-shots Fandoms: Batman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: MerMay, MerMay 2023, Desperation Play, Omorashi, Squid Omorashi, Predator/Prey, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Bondage, Xenophilia, Non-Human Genitalia, Tentacle Dick, Brat Jason Todd, Orca Dick Grayson, Squid Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Tentacles, inking, Weird Biology, Underwater Sex, Fear Play, Under-negotiated Kink, Humiliation read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47474281

[oldfashionedbutlervibes]

In case you’re in need of a laugh, or maybe just a smile if you don’t find these that funny, here’s some dumbassery my dear friend said to me over this month

“there’s no way, no way you can take tentacles man.”

“I’m built like Smokey the Bear, watch;” *Proceeded runs a few feet away before turning to look at me with the coldest stare I’ve seen in my life.* “ONLY YOU, CAN PREVENT FACISM.”

“Arson would be my drag name.”

“I have a good husband dick! I do!” (This was said defensively mind you-)

“You can’t eat ass, you can’t, ass eats you” (i don’t actually remember what they said this about, I remember overhearing it and endlessly chuckling over it ever since)

“I could so out vagina you” (I’m sure you can, Marc. I’m sure you can.-)

Hope you found atleast one of these funny, I salute you for reading this garbled nonsense

[tardytothesimspardy]

Sickness and Bills

He digs around and finds incredibly worthless things

Winter is upon the Brokes, but their day starts no different: with Trigger and Susie bickering at the table before school, meanwhile Mary Lu is oddly indifferent.

Soon, the bills came in, and once again, the Brokes could not afford. Swiftly, the power was shut off, but at this point, they are that bothered by it, apparently.

When Susie came home from school, she was in a sour mood, and Mary Lu lent a listening ear, and as a thanks, Susie then pelted her with an insult.

Mary Lu tried to dissuade Susie from that behavior, but Susie didn't care, and so they had an argument.

Susie, full of anger, splattered paint all over the front porch, and then cleaned it up immediately afterward, then kicked around piles of snow. It's possible that she was acting up because her sinuses were blocked up, and she had so much pressure in her face that she couldn't think straight, but who's to say?

Her bad mood seems to have been contagious (just like the illness that is running rampant in this house), as Buck was very quick to anger the next morning.

Seeing as the power was shut off, Susie's nightlight, which had up to this point, kept all night creatures and boogeymen at bay, was also shut off. This led to Susie being woken by a weird smokey tentacled... thing under her bed.

After the initial panic, Susie dashed over to her parent's room and woke both of them up (and almost woke up Trigger), and begged Buck to make the monster go away.

Buck was pretty dubious about the whole thing, he didn't see anything there, and Mary Lu was mostly just grumbling about how she was woken up too soon, and went back to sleep pretty quick.

But he got out a spray bottle and spritzed the bed a little bit, and Susie said it had gone away.

Once she had calmed down, Buck tucked her in and went back to sleep himself.

Eventually, both the power and water had been shut off, but still they weren't able to afford the bills, even between Mary Lu and Trigger bringing what they could, and one morning, the repo-man showed up, ready to take what was due.

Buck wasn't going down without a fight though, and so, before the repo-man could even get inside their house, he tackled them, and,,, lost the fight.

The repo-man left to call in the big guns, so fortunately nothing was actually taken, but they basically had until tomorrow to pay up. By this point, everyone was filthy, and almost everyone had some kind of disease or illness afflicting them. This added stress culminated in unwarranted scoldings and hurt feelings.

It seems that something was smiling upon them, because that evening, Mary Lu had received a bonus at work, and it was enough to pay the bills.

Everyone took a shower, one after the other. I expected the shower to break part way through. Either way, they really needed to stop getting into this situation, because it took a toll on everyone.