#they hold tentacles! but only one can continue >:D

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On the left, Otyugh! About 8 feet (2.4 meters) wide with tentacles to restrain! They're also telepathic garbage disposals that live in sewers and landfills by cities in a mutually beneficial relationship. So bring some disease prevention and you're in for a unique experience!

On the right, the Roper! A 9 ft (2.7 m) monster with 50 foot (15.2 m) tentacles strong enough to pull a full grown orc half that distance in seconds. It also gets 6 at a time, and can infinitely regrow them almost instantly.

[yesihaveaobsession]

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Alastor x female reader

Summary: The reader (you) souled your soul to the one and only Radio Demon, you were also his pretty little pet that he has to claim. So, what does he do? He carves into you.

A/N- I'm back! I had writers block and have been super busy so sorry about that, but I FINALLY found something to write so I hope y'all enjoy :D

Also, sorry if this sucks!!

WARNINGS: BLOOD, CUTTING, AND LANGUAGE

You found yourself in quite a predicament. Tied and trapped on a makeshift bed by tentacles, you remembered how you sold your soul to Alastor when you first arrived in Hell. Let's just say it wasn't your best decision. Why? You were young and pretty, part of the reason Alastor picked you as his next target. He promised to protect you and help with your needs, but instead, it felt like the roles were reversed.

Pinned down to the makeshift bed, the lights were dim, with only the lit fireplace serving as the main source of illumination. The Radio Demon stood by the flames, holding a knife over them. His back was turned to you, one hand resting behind him.

"I regret selling my soul to you," you said. He paused, lifting the knife, and when he turned back to you, his smile was even more sinister in the flickering firelight.

Alastor looked at the knife, seeing his smiling reflection, then back at you. "Aw, but darling, my end of the bargain was far sweeter. I get to do with you as I please." The demon examined the knife, ensuring it was hot enough. You thought he was joking, as he often did about this type of torture, but in that moment, you realized he was serious.

"Please, don't do this," you pleaded, half-heartedly. He brought the glowing blade close to your face.

"Now, dear, there's no use begging me. I'm simply taking the payment I'm due. You agreed to pay the consequences, no matter how big. Isn’t that right, my dear?"

"But you never said anything like—" you began, but he cut you off by leaning in close and placing the hot blade on your sternum, making you feel the heat on your chest.

"And that’s the best part, isn’t it? You agreed to my bargain without knowing exactly what you were signing up for," Alastor smiled. You weren’t one to give up, so you tried struggling against the tentacles, but they only tightened, keeping you pinned on your stomach with your face toward him.

Alastor took the opportunity to move even closer, pinning your arms with his elbows. Your eyes avoided him, so the Radio Demon placed his hand under your jaw, forcing you to look into his mischievous red eyes.

"Dear, you do know I am letting wretched people know who you belong to, right?"

"Fuck you," you gritted, which only pleased him more. He let out a deep, sinister laugh that sent cold shivers down your spine, gripping your jaw tighter.

"Now, now, darling, that’s not very nice, is it?"

"I'll tell everyone, I'll tell Charlie how you're only using the hotel to—" Maybe threatening him would work, and suddenly, you felt some confidence return, but it soon vanished when his grip tightened, claws digging into your flesh. His smile grew wider, and his eyes darkened in the dim light.

"I suggest you choose your next words carefully. I am being as nice as I possibly can, and this is quite frankly my favorite time we’ve spent together so far. But there is nothing stopping me from using the knife. Now, what was that you were saying, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," you whispered, your eyes drifting away.

"That's what I thought, dear." He finally loosened his hold on your jaw and walked behind you, resuming his task.

"Please don't do this."

Alastor began tracing the still warm blade along your back, not even leaving a mark. You could feel the heat radiate against your skin. Although it barely grazed you, it was still hot as hell, making you wince. He continued tracing the blade slowly and lightly up your back, eventually reaching the base of your bra strap. He used the tip to fiddle with the strap while waiting for a response from you.

"Wait! Please."

The Deer Demon continued, clearly indifferent to your begging and pleading. The blade soon grazed your spine softly and slowly. He then leaned over to your ear, his smile never leaving his face.

"Yes, darling?"

"I-I don't want this," your voice breaking slightly. You were terrified, rightfully so. He wasn’t done toying with you, though. You felt the blade travel to a scar on your shoulder from when you were alive. He traced it with the tip of the knife.

"Please," you started to cry. You couldn't see him; you could only feel what he was doing and hear the faint jazz music filling the room, competing with his happy humming. Suddenly, everything stopped. His humming, the jazz, the knife on your scar—all ceased for a moment before resuming. The tip rested on your shoulder.

"You see this scar you have here, darling?" Your heart sank, and you started to squirm again. That's when he began to cut into your shoulder, blood seeping onto the knife.

"How did you get this one?" he asked curiously. You let out a high-pitched scream as sharp pain shot through your whole body, numbing you. It felt like falling through a rabbit hole into another world, but it was all too real. Alastor started carving the letter "A" into your shoulder. Your screams and cries didn't seem to bother him; in fact, he enjoyed it. Once satisfied with his work, he walked in front of you, getting in your face again. You were panting, your eyes now hooded. He brought the tip of the knife close to your face.

"You see this? This is who you belong to, my dear. This is why you are mine. Understand?"

You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t like that. Slowly, he traced the knife along your cheek, moving it to your temple and resting it on the sensitive skin there, waiting for a response. When you still didn’t answer, he applied more pressure, making you wince.

"I—"

"I can't quite hear you." The knife began to dig into your temple, not hard but enough to hurt.

"I belong to you."

Satisfied once more, a sly smile crept across his face upon hearing your words. Alastor removed the blade from your temple, leaving a thin cut. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. Smiling, he placed the knife over your heart. You were exhausted, and he knew it. It might have been only a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

"And don't you forget it. Understand?"

You gulped and looked into his red eyes, managing to squeak out a response, "I understand."

Alastor removed the bloody knife and kissed your head. "Good girl." He smiled, wiped the knife off, and the tentacles undid themselves, disappearing back into him. He left you on the floor.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Sweet Nightmares: Chapter Two

Sweet Nightmares: When not even Nightmare Dream can chase you off from visiting his realm whenever you wished, he decides to show his eldritch side. In other words: Dream doesn’t understand why you have such free rein within his realm and tries to scare you off. Jokes on him, you’re into it.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Power Play, Wonky Eldritch/Nightmare Sex, Cosmic Tentacles (No, I Will Not Elaborate), Bondage, A BJ Morpheus will Propose Over ;D, It turns Sweet at the End, HALF-EDITED.

To Note: Eldritch!Dream x AFAB!Reader, Mostly Dream at his Wit’s End with Reader, Part of the ’Sweet Nightmares’ Event by @roguelov.

Word Count: ~5.1k

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Elongated limbs painted with galaxies held your body in a tightened grasp that was just short of painful. The Endless had pressed his lips to yours to silence your impudent remarks, only to find your frustrating mouth tasted bewitchingly delicious and for his appetite to want more. So his kiss intended to shut you up, turned into one that had Morpheus fiendishly devouring your soft lips.

He wasn’t being delicate about. Neither was he being nice. He just took. Lips pushed at yours, making you gasp. The moment your mouth parted with that beautiful sound Morpheus nipped at your lower lip with his teeth. You squirmed and bucked against him, feeling both the momentary sharp burst of pain and the seductively pleasurable lick of his tongue soothing your inflamed flesh. He consumed the slow drawl of your proceeding moan, relishing the control he had over such a sweet sound. Relishing the complete control he had over your entire vexatious being.

That little sting in your lip was long forgotten when Morpheus kissed you deeper, demanding tongue finding yours and making a point to show you that he was in control. His tongue was savage against yours, pushing and pulling with each kiss until you couldn’t even entertain a thought of your own, only react to his wants. Your chest felt tight and you gasped in between the fleeting moments his lips gave yours to suck in gulps of air.

The fierce need to put you in your place didn’t wane, but Morpheus was slowly being consumed by another urge. An urge to consume you, to remind you who the Endless was within this realm, to teach your disobedient mind that you weren’t in control… pushed and pushed until he growled into your electrified lips. One of your wrists was released and a large hand buried itself in your hair, sharply pulling your head back until you let out a squawk in protest.

“Morpheus,” You complained, wincing slightly from the awkward stretch. His face remained over yours, eyes bright with unadulterated cosmic energy.

“What must I do to cease your chattering,” He hissed at you. You stared at him with a blank expression, feeling so much in the moment that your mind was, for once, empty. He was so worked up about you talking… that he kissed you? Not that you were complaining, he was inhumanely beautiful in every form you saw… It was really unfair. The Endless growled again, angry to find your flushed face and swollen  lips even more desirable. “Every night you invade my thoughts until I can think of nothing else. Do I not have other duties to attend to? Why are you always there!?”

“That sounds like a you problem,” You bravely whispered, not able to hold back your tongue. “What do you want me to do about that?” Oh you really shouldn’t have said that, because now the Endless was thinking all the ways he could shut you up. Your body trembled when you felt a ripple of power burn from the seething Endless pinning you in place.

“Should I make use of that mouth of yours you continually run?” He snarled at you. Well if that meant you got to kiss him again you weren’t opposed… You blinked at him, a cheeky smile now on your lips.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” His eye twitched, for truly nothing he did stopped your mouth from running. Your world spun once more, the tight grasp upon your hair and wrist disappearing. Your knees and palms hit some sort of floor and you let out a heavy breath.Slumping back on your shins, you looked around trying to find some sort of recognizable landmark in the Dreaming. There was nothing to be seen, just a plane of something, covered by a layer of smokey mist.

Those cosmic fingers of Morpheus appeared one more, grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you to look up at the seething being. Even distorted like this, you were still blown away by the sheer beauty of him. Wispy stardust skin, elongated limbs, monstrous eyes that glowed with the heart of stars, the air visibly shimmered around him. So you gawked at him, feeling breathless where you kneeled. Morpheus stared down at you, holding your jaw tightly so you had to maintain eye contact with him. Your eyes were wide and your lips, your lips were red and swollen from his punishing kisses.

“A promise,” He confirmed, eyes glowing down at you in a threatening manner. “You cannot abstain from running your mouth? Very well, I shall put it to use. Pleasure me with it.” You nearly blanched. First he was acting like you were the bane of his existence, and now he was telling you to suck his dick? Now that actually managed to render you speechless! The Endless raised a provocative eyebrow, noting your sudden inability to speak. “Oh? Now you have fallen silent?”

That provocation made a rush of annoyance flood through your body. You wanted retaliation for that statement and were more than happy to give payback to this ethereal being. Who wouldn’t want a chance to adore something so beautiful? So with your eyes glimmering in challenge and locked with Morpheus’, you rose up onto your knees and sank your nails into the dark material of his jeans. Your nails scraped over the material as your fingers urgently unraveled the button and dragged the zipper down. With a sharp pull, you had all that sheltered the Endless’ body, displayed to you. That eyebrow arched again and you dropped to your gaze to his cock.

Oh christ on a cracker!

You weren’t exactly a master at sucking someone off, you only had limited experience in sex from your teenage days in the first place! You had minimal experience with clumsy blow jobs and that was with cocks that were half decent in length… Morpheus was just huge. You questioned if you’d even be able to fit him your mouth. But if you could… you could only imagine the sounds he’d make for you! So without any further hesitation, you slipped your hand across Morpheus’ exposed hipbone to take his cock in your grasp.

Giving it a few strokes with your hand, you leaned forwards and leisurely drew your tongue up the length at a more than necessary slow pace. Morpheus was acutely aware of your actions and wound his fingers through your hair, giving the strands a tug in warning. You flicked your tongue across the tip, savoring the taste of pure starlight while the Endless let out a soft groan. You lavished the tip with a plethora of kisses, licks and sucks, working up the courage to try and take Morpheus’ cock in your mouth.

Fuck it, you might as well just dive right in.

With a pounding heart, you parted your lips and took his cock into your mouth. The moment you pushed forwards, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth and throat, you began gagging. Your eyes watered from the sheer girth but the delicious sound that departed Morpheus’ lips was by far the sweetest sound you had ever heard. You wanted to hear that again. So you forced your throat to relax and began bobbing your head. The result was so beautiful and satisfying.

Morpheus’ gasp within your hair pushed your head, making his cock slide deeper into your throat. You choked and gagged further but the sounds he was making! You had never heard him sound anything other than irate or strict, who knew he could sound just as beautiful as he looked. Hands digging into his jeans, you pulled him closer to you, sucking harder and not helping the soft moan of happiness that sounded deep within your throat. The Endless’ eyes glowed pure white and he was soon stroking your jaw and neck with his other hand.

“You are magnificent,” He husked, caressing your throat with spindle fingers that felt the bulge each and every time his cock slid down your throat. The moan you made from his soft praise and gentle caresses vibrated down your throat. That only heightened the pleasure Morpheus was feeling. Tendrils of stardust and cosmos emerged, they snaked around your body to caress the softness and curves they found. A shiver went up your spine from the cosmic touches and you whimpered this time, back arching when one wiggled its way beneath your shirt to caress the skin of your chest. “So it is possible for your bedeviled mouth to give me something other than ire.”

You wanted to make him pay for that backhand insult, but couldn’t find the thought to do so when fingers caressed your neck and pushed your mouth to thrust his cock further down your throat. The proceeding sound that came from deep within your throat was a bittersweet mixture of annoyance and reluctant acceptance. You’d much rather have him like this than chasing after you in angered grievance.

Morpheus’ cock swelled further and you choked, only this time you struggled to breathe around the throbbing appendage. While you began to feel a soreness in your jaw, the cosmic tendrils wrapped around your body pulsated in increasing tandem. That had to mean something, right? Clearly it did for Morpheus was ever so close to finding release from the mouth that caused him so much ire. When had he last felt pleasure like this? His fingers dug back into your scalp, soft words spilling from his lips in a language you didn’t understand. In what felt like a grand crescendo, you felt the Endless jerk his hips forwards in a rough staccato, forcing his cock to the very back of your throat. Then he stiffened shortly before the ground trembled beneath you and crackles of energy exploded around you in violent shockwaves.

Rather than be jarred by the sudden explosion of stimulus to your environment, you were entirely consumed by the feeling of Morpheus coming down your throat. His hot seed was an explosion of celestial taste that made your cheeks flush terribly while you swallowed everything he gave you. Heaven forbid you wasted even a single drop. Feeling lightheaded from lack of adequate oxygen intake, your legs trembled beneath you for a moment before folding. As Morpheus’ cock slid from your throat and mouth, you slumped to the side with a cough. Sweet Neptune that was intense. You could feel an electric buzz rattling in your own body while you gasped, slowly catching your breath once more.

When you no longer were heaving for oxygen, you blinked and licked your lips eyeing the Endless. He appeared to be shifting between forms. Still quite locked in the pleasure you had pulled so effortlessly and devotedly from him. A sly grin appeared on your lips as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“You should shut me up more often,” You commented, watching in amazement as his form materialized back to a solid state. Ah, his wonky yet beautiful form. You liked the way his skin swirled with stardust, his beauty monstrous and unique. While you were appreciate Morpheus’ form once more, he was collecting himself from an experience that had changed his entire viewpoint over you. You were a wiley creature that he now wanted carnally. But oh how wrong you were to think that this punishment was over. He was only just getting started, certainly when he could show you all that he could offer should you just listen to him. He crouched down in front of you, those disembodied cosmic tendrils reaching to caress your face and neck once more. They traced your lips, coated with him, and with a little flick you shivered from the little burst of pleasure their touch caused. Silver shifted to blue and that air of superiority was back within the depths of his eyes, but there were also flames of desire you could see and that made your thighs clench and cunt throb.

“You presume that I am finished,” Morpheus slowly drew out, his eyes now eye level with you. He reached up with his hand and pressed his thumb against your quivering lower lip. “I can most assure you, I am not,” You didn’t even have time to blink as cosmic darkness surged at you in a cloud. Your vision went black and you cried out in startlement as your arms and legs were grabbed and the ground beneath your folded legs disappeared. Tumbling around, you yanked on whatever was holding you in place in a panic, wondering if you were going to go splat on wherever he was taking you this time.

Eyes flickering several times, you finally stopped feeling that topsy turvy feeling to see that you were floating in a sea of stars and nebulas. Their lights glimmered and glowed, echoing a spacial beauty that left you feeling speechless. You were floating among stars! You went to reach out and brush your fingers through a cloud of stardust, but found that your fingers were held back by those cosmic tendrils that had come from Morpheus earlier.

“Hey!” You complained, squirming around and feeling all of your limbs hindered and held in place. “This isn’t fair, you can’t look like that and not allow me to touch!”

“You have demanded my attention for countless hours, little dreamer?” The Endless’ disembodied voice questioned shortly before his wonky Nightmarish form appeared over you. He too was floating among the stars, but unlike you, he could move freely. So unfair. “I shall give it to you with endless devotion until you beg for mercy.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your skull.

“Fat chance!” You huffed at him. “I don’t beg.” Amusement danced within his swirling cosmic gaze. “Just let me touch!” You complained, yanking on your wrists for added measure.

“No,” His answer was simple, but the weight it carried was heavy. Outright refusal. You whined and kicked your leg out when you felt a gentle touch wind around your ankle and snake up your calf. “And you shall remain until you beg.”

“You can’t make me,” Your stubbornness was amusing and the realm around you shimmered in response.

“You will,” Morpheus promised before dissolving your clothes from your body. You shivered as your naked skin was bared and tugged at your restraints once more.

“Usually people ask someone out before they get to the naked stage,” You spoke up, reverting to humor to hide your self consciousness over being naked in front of him. “But I see that we’re skipping that—” You gasped as a phantom touch caressed your inner thigh and stroked up to the inner crease of your hip.

“Beg,” Morpheus’ melodic voice rippled through the air around you. You breathed heavily, eyes starting up at everything and nothing. Cosmos swirled over head and while you couldn’t physically see Morpheus anymore, you certainly felt him. He was everywhere.

“Not happening,” You reiterated, startled by the intense throbbing you felt between your legs but refusing to back down. What would be the fun in that? You could have sworn you felt Morpheus’ lips brushing against your ear.

“Very well,” He purred, lips teased the delicate skin of your neck. You were a glutton for punishment it seemed. He would take pleasure in putting you in your place. A delicious punishment you had most certainly earned. Your eyes were still searching for the Endless when your cosmic chains forced your legs to part and expose your intimate flesh. Heat returned to your cheeks and you squirmed in place, trying to pinch your knees in so you weren’t so on display.

Morpheus’ tendrils didn’t like that. Oh no, they didn’t like that at all… you felt more of that phantom pleasurable touch snake up your legs, winding around your thighs and pulling your legs firmly apart with an unbreakable hold. Your breathing sped up again and you shifted in your hold, wondering how those wonky cosmic tendrils could feel so nice against your skin. You were about to call him out for being a total tease when tendrils snaked their way across your intimate flesh and stroked a distinct line through your folds.

Your back arched instantly and your limbs were caught against your cosmic chains as a strained breath parted your lips. Somehow, someway that touch felt like a hot tongue tracing every inch of your intimate flesh… worse? There were several of those cosmic touches all competing for your attention. Stroking your flesh with conviction and riling up all sorts of pleasure, Morpheus lay out all his wrath for your antics.

He was more than pleased by the sounds you made, struggling and wriggling against his hold. The Endless never imagined that you could look so beautiful and sound so exquisite when all you seemed to do was irk him to no end. Now he just had to get you to know your place.

So he pushed his cosmic being to stroke and tenderly wrap against your flesh, teasing pleasure and feasting on the sounds you made. But he wasn’t just basking in your sounds, he could also taste you and oh how you tasted like the nectar of the gods. Morpheus had thought your lips were nothing short of addicting, your true taste was divine. Cosmic tendrils wrapped around your clit and pulsated, making your back go rigid as lightning pleasure burned up your spine.

Your ties curled and you could even feel your eyes burn. No, you were not going to cry because this egotistic Endless made you feel pleasure like nothing before! He didn’t get to have that satisfaction.You clenched your jaw and whined through another sharp burst of pleasure. Now the trembles in your legs were becoming more pronounced, and Morpheus could no doubt see and feel them.

But you couldn’t help it.

Not with your nerves electrified like live wires. Not with your body unable to wriggle or worm itself away from assaulting pleasure. Another devious lash across your clit and you felt the door holding you back crumble. A strangled crying departed your lips before you twitched and writhed for a few moments, caught off guard by the magnitude of pleasure washing through your body. Then you fell limp, body gently being caught and cradled by the very cosmic tendrils that had caused your violent pleasure in the first place.

Morpheus’ disembodied presence loomed closer and he ran his ghost lips along the tender skin beneath your ear.

“Beg to me,” He called to you in a low and seductive voice. Moaning, your eyes flickered and you shifted to try and evade the sensitivity burning between your thighs. “Beg,”

You snapped yourself out of your post orgasm, chest heaving, and gazed up at the cosmic sky stretched above you.

“Dream on, Dream,” You rasped out with a soft giggle, unable to help yourself with the tease. The clouds of darkness flashed with lighting as Morpheus certainly did not appreciate your cheek. So his touch returned to your body, all that more vindictive and determined. He had you wiggling and squirming around, tugging at your restraints while fighting against the whimpers trying to crawl out of your throat. Again he made pleasure charge through your veins at an unprecedented rate, and again, he told you to beg. You refused and the cycle repeated.

Over and over the Endless commanded pleasure from your body, feasting off the sounds and physical signs of your pleasure and not once giving you a break. But you never once gave in to him. Very well, Morpheus had patience and all the time in the world here. It all depended on whether you submitted to him. But as time passed, your limbs shook more and protested less against the cosmic tendrils holding you captive.

“Beg,”

“Never,” Morpheus didn’t hesitate to dive back into caressing and indulging in your body. You’d break, eventually.

“Beg,”

“Can’t make me…” It was starting to be too much for you to handle but the satisfaction of making an Endless squirm from your refusal kept you going, even if your body was begging you to stop.

“Beg,”

“…No,” You were loosing your voice now, barely able to utter a single word against the repeated assaulting pleasure that had you worn down.

“Beg,”

You didn’t reply this time, shaking and whimpering, drowning in pleasure that your over sensitized body was struggling to acknowledge. Your thighs had long since taken the brunt of your back to back orgasms but there was nothing you could do but bear the mess. Even with your lack of response Morpheus just continued his assault on your body.

Flesh well swollen, your body went taut yet again despite your violently shaking legs, and your aching arms strained to grab at the cosmic tendrils stroking and vibrating around your cunt. Of course the tendrils at your wrists stopped your from doing so, far more powerful and unable to be worn out like you were. Hot tears that had gathered at your eyelashes and streaked down the side of your face, joining the trails of the others that had ran previously.

You never thought it possible to cry from being pleasured so much.

It was frustrating and every inch of your body ached from either pleasure or pain. Worst of all your stomach hurt the most from the repeated clenching of your abdominal walls after the devastatingly powerful orgasms. Caught in the umpteenth time Morpheus drew ecstasy from your body, you finally gave in with a half sob.

“Okay, okay,” You rasped, your voice cracking and fingers twitching. “You win this one, I call mercy.” For a few precious moments you thought that Morpheus would be cruel to you and refuse to do so to make a point for who was in control… but he didn’t.

“One more,” He ordered. “You will give me one more.” A cry of frustration flew from your lips as, somehow, those cosmic tendrils doubled their efforts. Violently shaking all over, you came undone with a final rush of ecstasy. Just for a moment your entire body went ridged as your walls clenched for a final time around nothing. Oxygen caught in your throat and you floundered under stars, falling limb within your cosmic cradle made from the beautiful eldritch monstrosity of Morpheus.

Your head lolled back while you breathed heavily, your eyes closed and mind drifting towards a deeper sleep. You couldn’t feel much of your body, certainly below the waist. Numb to your surroundings, you hardly noticed when the weightless feeling that had held you floating among the cosmos disappeared and your body was settled on a feather soft mattress wrapped in sheets of stardust. A straggly sigh escaped your lips and a soft touch stroked your jaw. You managed to peel your lead like eyelids open. Your gaze was met with the starry ones of Morpheus.

“I am far from finished with you,” He told you, running his fingertips along the curve of your jaw to press his thumb against your lower lip. You’d chewn it raw. With a quick brush of his finger he corrected the damage you had done, returning your lush lips to the pillowy softness they usually taunted him with. Those soft sweet lips trembled as you struggled to reply, all you could manage was a noise in the back of your throat.

The sleek and lithe body of the Dream Lord dropped against yours, and Morpheus nearly shuddered himself when he felt how moist your thighs were. He rutted his body against yours, basking in how his body glided against yours. You softly moaned and Morpheus brushed his lips against your mouth, taking in that delicious sound. Then he kissed you, urging your sweet lips to part and indulging in the tongue that caused him so much ire. How hypocritical that Morpheus found your kisses to be addicting when he couldn’t stand your antics. You sighed into his mouth, not the least bit surprised that his mouth too, tasted of stardust and dreams.

Morpheus’ hands drew down your body, following the winding paths his cosmic tendrils had taken and left behind their intimate touch. It was like a map made just for him, directing him to his destination at your hip. He pulled your thigh up, pressing your bodies together and feeling the heat and moisture still clinging there against his aching cock. It was deliciously satisfying knowing that he was the cause of such a wet, sticky mess.

He didn’t bother teasing you any further, Morpheus just slipped his throbbing cock into your tight and clenching cunt. You felt wonderful, wrapping around him as he all too easily slid into you, no resistance to be felt. Of course not, your body had bloomed just for him. Your lips broke from Morpheus’ as your head fell back against the feathery pillow, proceeded by a sweetened moan that caressed his lips. A pleased smile appeared on his face the moment his hips met yours with wet squelch.

That made your eyes fly open and heat burn beneath the skin of your neck. Holy shit how wet were you down there? You didn’t have a chance to panic or be embarrassed over the sounds produced as Morpheus began to slowly fuck you. All you could do was lie limp and breathe heavier with every stoke of his cock within your clenching walls. His face found the crook of your neck, hands continually following the cosmic path traced upon your skin. You wanted to do something, writhe against the pleasure that built up unfairly fast, claw your nails into his back, do something other than just lie there.

But you couldn’t, held down by exhaustion and the strong embrace of an Endless. The first audible and clear cry you made made his lips sharper. Then his cock easily found a rhythm in which he repeatedly tantalized a spot deep within you that gave you blinding pleasure with every pass. You shuddered again, your legs shifting ever so slightly, wanting to wrap around his body. But they couldn’t. They just lay limp while Morpheus thrust into your body and indulged on the soft catches of your breath every time his cock sank as deep into your tight clenching walls as he could go.

Lightning sizzled up your spine and you could have sworn you saw stars and were floating back in that netherworld, cradled in his eldritch grasp. You half wished you were back in that comforting state, surrounded by the Endless. Cool, boney hips pressed and ground against yours, pelvises slipping together as your prior ecstasy left no friction to be had. Even with heat blistering your body from just below your skin you could feel the coolness of your release. You had made a mess. Correction, brain, Morpheus had made a mess. And he was loving every moment of it.

Even with his face buried in your neck, midnight hair tickling your chin, mouth laying down kiss after kiss upon your untouched flesh… you knew he was smirking deviantly and entirely pleased with himself. More sounds of your bodies crashing together sloppily hit your ears and you let out a whimper, this time managing to jerk an arm up to dig your fingers into his back. The Endless rumbled against the column of your throat and slid his fingers upon your thigh to grasp your hip. He pulled your pelvis impossibly close until he had your engorged clit grinding against his cold skin. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Morpheus,” Your whispered plea was caught between a sigh and a moan, and it drove the Endless insane. Teeth skimmed up your throat and Morpheus’ remaining hand found itself buried in your hair. He pulled your head back and pressed his lips to yours again. Only this time he kissed with passion and sweetness and declaration because you were his now. You melted, easily allowing his searching tongue to draw yours into an intimate dance that made stars dance throughout your body.

You scratched at his sculpted back and responded to his endless kiss with exhausted fervor. Morpheus basked in you love and affection, displaying his ecstasy to all that graced his realm. Dreamers and creations alike were all afflicted by the true magnitude of his pleasure, getting glimpses of your joined bodies and echoes of your pleasured gasps and whimpers. Then his cock just perfectly and pleasure exploded within you.

Morpheus devoured your screams and felt the full force of your walls clenching around his cock in rippling waves. It was enough for him, the Endless allowed his own pleasure to join yours, pumping his seed deep within your body as you violently trembled in place. You fell slack against the sheets gently caressing your skinned breathed heavily against Morpheus’ face nuzzled against yours. Your eyelids sluggishly fluttered and leaned your cheek against Morpheus’ cooler one.

“Am I forgiven?” You croaked out. “Cause I really don’t wanna be banished from the Dreaming. It’s my second home.” Morpheus opened his eyes, still feeling the affects of his being shuddering from delight and expressing it throughout his realm. You wouldn’t be too pleased to learn that your final activities were expressed to all. The Endless wrapped his arms around your body and rolled to the side, holding you within his arms. Your shared releases were still dripping from were you and he were joined, but he’d have you no other place but exactly where you were at the moment.

“You are not banished, beloved,” Morpheus spoke to you in a low timbre. “But every time you decide to misbehave expect to be punished.”

The clench your cunt made was involuntary and you hated that because when you looked up into his face, you could see the smirk on his lips. Fuck. You wanted yell at him to wipe that stupid hot smirk off his face, but instead chose to play along since you were in that position.

“Is that a threat?” Morpheus ran a hand up your side, stroking your flesh and enjoying the way you shivered before rubbing his thumb along your swollen lower lip.

“A promise, little one,” Morpheus replied, nuzzling his nose against yours. You hummed before closing your eyes and letting your body go slack. You were thoroughly drained and your muscles felt so sore. It was time to sleep, but at the same time, Morpheus was still inside you.

“So… are you gonna move?”

“No,” You gaped at his straightforward, one worded answer. He hadn’t even put any thought into it either!

“Okay… but don’t you have, I don’t know, Dream Lord thingy’s to do?”

“I am exactly where I wish to be.” You blinked once. Then twice. So, he wanted to be balls deep in you rather than doing his kingly duties? That made your mind reel, but you weren’t going to get worked up over that. You really did feel exhausted (especially cause the bastard was relentless with his tendril torture) and decided to just snuggle in and close your eyes. He was, after all, a very sweet nightmare.

Date Published: 9/2/23

Last Edit: 9/2/23

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hopping on the wizard train! solomon with the letters d, i, k, m, r, and t ?

love ur stuff keep it up!!

Hehe that's fine, I'm happy to think about him <3 apologies that these took some time to get to

Solomon

D for Dirty (How do they dirty talk? What do they say?)

Solomon loves using pet names on his partner, whether they are sweet or mean is entirely up to your comfort level, but he's fine with either. So when he's asking you something or commenting on your reaction, he's always adding on your pet name to it to further enhance your reactions.

Solomon is cheesy and he'll use practically every pet name he can think of. For the most part they are romantic, such as angel, starlight, gorgeous/handsome, his lovely apprentice, etc. But if you or he are feeling a little mean (and its clear youre both in the mood for it), he's not afraid to use or be called a slut, whore, maybe even cocksleeve if it's extreme. He's very flexible with the names tbh.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

Solomon often catches himself fantasizing about fucking you over his or your desk, especially if it's while you're both in the school uniform. Just shoving whatever clothing out of the way so he can be inside your heat, pounding so hard your hips get a little bruised.

He's also fantasized about using his magic during sex, such as summoning some tentacles/tendrils to act as extra hands, giving you both additional pleasure. He's also thought about even just using magic only to pleasure you, where he doesn't touch you and just watches you writhe in pleasure without him laying a hand on you.

K for Kink (What’s their secret kink?)

He has a bit of a sir or master kink tbh. If you wanna be a little silly, he'll also respond to sensei. But it sends a shiver up his spine and makes his cock throb when his partner refers to him as Master in bed. It also goes the other way around, if you're the one in charge; he'll happily call you whatever power title you like, he does enjoy giving the reins to you and being at your command.

M for Moan (What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?)

Solomon isn't loud, exactly, but he does moan and groan if he's really into things. He has ridiculously pretty moans, maybe baritone range? Once you get one, it's hard for him to hold them back, and you'll want to keep drawing them out. He'll be a little embarrassed at first, but if you tell him it turns you on or you at least accept it, he'll be more open about doing it during sex.

Similarly, Solomon loves trying to draw out your noises too. Really, if possible, he'd love to hear you scream his name at least once, but he won't force the issue. If you're really uncomfortable making noise, he'll drop it, but just know that hearing his partner's sounds of pleasure gets him hard as a rock.

R for Role Play (What is their role-playing fantasy?)

Following his little sir/master kink, he enjoys roleplay with teaching scenarios, especially if it involves magic. Just trying to teach you a spell, and getting very up close and personal to "help" you more when you have difficulty, for some "extra credit" or maybe to give you a reward for when you do well.

Solomon is up for most role play scenarios tbh, he's willing to try most things once so long as you discuss it beforehand.

T for Trust (How would they implement rough sex or kinks?)

Before implementing anything, even for something that's a well-known interest for you and/or him, he'll either bring it up to you before even foreplay begins or maybe after you two have warmed up with your usual antics. The excitement and desire is clear in his eyes, showing how eager he is to continue, but he won't make a move until you've given the OK.

He'll be thinking of safewords with you and whatever appropriate warning systems work with the kink you're implementing (stoplight/color system, tapping a certain # of times, safeword, etc) to make sure communication is clear the whole time.

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The Stark Legacy (24)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Daybreak, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: An emergency hits Wakanda, leaving Bucky to race against the current threat. Tony lands in the aftermath, stunned.

Warnings for descriptions of painful Inhuman transformation/canon-level gore and action. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 3.2k A/N: eeee! We've reached one of my fave chapters 🤩 Hope you enjoy 😘

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR—March 2039

“The King of Atlantis and his sentries are still searching the seas for Doom, and our ground intel has garnered no further sightings,” T’Challa finished his portion of the brief in a mumble of disappointment. “I cannot ask Namor to continue to expend resources when weeks have left us no closer to capture or proof of death.”

Shuri nodded toward her brother. “At least the threat of a wide release of D-Lite seems to be handled for now. Romanoff has completed her trace of the tainted heroin from Marshall’s facility after it arrived in Hong Kong and will return to New York soon.”

Bucky remained seated, quiet and watchful. He and the white-haired Ororo were the only two that did not speak. T’Challa’s betrothed sat quietly, eyes turned away towards the windows. Ororo, Storm they called her, always became the most concerned when the weather was beautifully clear. Nature spoke to her, and when nature was quiet, she listened harder. Bucky was mostly distracted by her hair, a silkier, lighter version of T’Challa’s mother’s, and Ramonda had the loveliest hair. Sam Wilson nudged him to participate, but Bucky lifted a palm to indicate Wilson could proceed without him.

Falcon started the hologram, describing several mutated figures captured from across Northern Africa. “Unfortunately, these appear to be victims of the same drug Nat tracked down in China. A portion of the shipment must have been smuggled into a Mediterranean port before we were able to intercept. Less than half of those we’ve found took it voluntarily, but none of those can describe their attackers.”

The whole group sighed in exhaustion. While this was a lazy, mid-morning gathering, mission after mission fighting for a semblance of control across the world left them ragged. T’Challa scanned the information but asked nothing. That part was Bucky and Wilson’s assignment, and the King of Wakanda left it in their hands. Monsters, creatures, mutants, inhumans—whatever you wanted to call them needed to be captured, questioned, and distributed to the proper authority. Criminals to the police, victims to the proper hospital or therapy, and children and young adults to Xavier’s School. 

Bucky was a soldier, neither a babysitter nor a therapist, but witnessing the confused, violent suffering of newly transformed people took its own special toll. When a Dosed woman screamed “Who could do this to someone?” with tears streaming down her face before her insides boiled out through every orifice, Bucky thought of Sam’s apparent “choice” to become something else. That woman died in transformation. When another Dosed man viciously slashed at him with thorny tentacles, growling about his right to be as powerful and deadly as he could manage, Bucky thought of Sam becoming an unrecognizable enemy. However, since that first meal after the team dropped Doom off the coast to supposedly drown, Wilson had conspicuously failed to mention either Samantha or Bucky’s new arm. Big Sam did seem to eye him knowingly whenever Bucky’s thoughts wandered to a new sensation or her condition. Bucky thought to say something aloud a few times, but what he wanted to say changed constantly, multiple times a day, for weeks. So while Falcon remained methodical and cool-headed, Bucky felt as though the unknown outcome of each mission was unravelling him like a single thread pulled from a parachute. At some point, his mind wouldn’t hold up his body anymore, and he’d crash.

”Stark is due back today,” Wilson added after a long pause. Bucky jolted from his reverie.

Shuri nodded again. “We have tracked his progress in the solar system, a few hours at most an—.”

Ororo snapped up from her chair. “Something is wrong.” 

Dora Milaje burst into the room.

“My King, there is…we must go.”

Shuri furiously swiped through her tablet to view the alarm. “The border registers a sea level disturbance.”

T’Challa straightened. “I am not fleeing from an earthquake.” Storm grabbed his arm, eyes clouding as white as her hair briefly.

“It’s not an earthquake, brother,” Shuri stood this time, shuffling across the room, “it is a tsunami.” She said no more before bolting down the hallway.

Without pause, everyone seated rose and rushed out after her. T’Challa ordered transports sent to villages to remove civilians from the ground back to the highest buildings. Shuri sent evacuation instructions to crowded rural populations on higher ground, then divided any remaining areas to select guards and their Kimoyo beads. Falcon got his assigned location and jumped from the nearest balcony. Storm descended to assist the transports heading to the coast outside. The terrain of Wakanda flashed through Bucky’s mind as the orders were given, allowing a sickening thought to awaken: the annex lab sat in a gentle valley closer to the cost.

He spun Shuri around to face him. “What about Samantha?”

“There is no time, James. We must get as many civilians above it as possible.”

“She is a civilian.”

“The cryo tanks should survive the impact. We built them outside of the barrier for a reason, and you know that Barnes. You cannot go—”

Bucky was out the door before Shuri could finish; ‘should’ was not good enough. He took his bike from the platform and raced towards the secluded building where he’d first been stored decades ago when Steve hid him in Wakanda. He had been given the chance to reclaim his mind and his life; he could not let Sam die submerged in a tomb of his own making. He feared her changing, but he feared her death more.

His bike had never felt slower though he topped the speedometer as high as he dared. He could feel the heavy impact of his steps on the soft ground, the concrete floor, the suspended stairs, and finally on the clanking metal scaffold in front of Sam’s frozen, serene face. Bucky tapped the panel to the right of the container. It showed only her unchanging vitals and temperature control; he was not authorized to change it.

“Shuri,” he shrieked through the comms. She didn’t answer right away. “Shuri!”

“I’m sorry, Barnes. I’m not going to expose you both. Get to the highest lev—”

Bucky cut off his comm. He slammed his fists against the clear, solid wall between him and Sam. There must be a failsafe on impact, something, anything to trigger the door. It was only when he stopped beating the glass to pry the seal that he heard the small beeps.

The screen to the right had changed. It showed neon green text against a black screen, like an ancient computer: James Buchanan Barnes? Yes/No

He tapped Yes. Another question: Will you save Samantha Stark? Yes/No

He tapped Yes again. Almost before he hit the response, one more question popped up: Do you promise? Yes/No

What the hell? He tapped Yes, and the modern screen appeared again, flashing the start of the reversal sequence. The vapor and frost seemed to take an eternity to dissipate, and Bucky could see nothing outside of the fogged windows facing the valley. He willed the chamber to warm faster, but a thought sprang up in the back of his mind. If the sequence isn’t complete, or the whole process is rushed, what happens to her? His stomach churned. Time slowed to a crawl.

The fear left him when the glass slid away from a flesh-toned Sam. It had to; there was no time for fear. Bucky gracelessly heaved Sam over his shoulder and fled the building. When the rhythm of his run slowed, approaching the motorcycle, he noticed her moving. The excitement he felt died when he saw her face as she clawed her way out of his arms. Sam screamed, eyes fixed on the bike. What the hell?

“No,” Sam screamed over and over pulling away from him with every ounce of energy she could muster which was shockingly strong.

You idiot, Buck. Her accident. “Sam, I promise I’ll keep you safe. Stop, quit fighting—you have to get on.”

She didn’t relent. For a moment, Bucky thought of knocking her unconscious, but he couldn’t bring himself to swing. Then he saw her skin, orange and raging into a glowing yellow, like a twinkling star up close, but that wasn’t all. Whole areas over her body shone blue and flashed as if the yellow beneath were trying to escape. They still had to move. “Get on the damn bike!”

Dragged forward by his arms, Sam fell to her knees. She’d stopped screaming, now only taking huge rattling breaths, no longer loud enough to hide the rushing sound of water nearby. 

If the wave is that close, Bucky thought, it’s too late, and the water slammed him back into the corner of the building.

The flash of the barrier nearly blinded him on reentry. Unable to reach anyone on comms, Tony jetted towards Wakanda pulling so many g’s, he nearly passed out and crash-landed outside the glistening dome. His body fatigued by Earth’s gravity, he kept the entire Iron Man suit on to prop up his weakened skeleton. The fog was thick, the ground covered in nearly two inches of water that rippled slowly as it slid back downhill. Bit odd for this terrain. He looked around. He had to use infrared sensors to perceive anything over two meters away. His scan showed rubble to his right, two prone bodies, and an warning that one more approached from behind him.

He squelched through the mud towards the bodies. Friendlies?

“You filthy, selfish surface dwellers,” a deep voice echoed from behind him. “My wave should have crushed you.”

Not friendly then, but familiar.

 “Payment is required for your missteps, human.” This time the growl was personal, delivered with acid irritation, but no form or shadow could penetrate the mist. 

Tony leaned down to the first body. Friday sensed a pulse, scanned, and found no other injuries. He rolled the mud-covered figure to face him, wiping hair away and out of the receding water. It was Sam, barely. From a video connection across space, nearly a year ago at Harvard, and a boozy-fog of a wedding reception, he had little reference for her features beneath the caked earth, yet his daughter was laying unconscious in a field with an enemy 15 meters away. He looked at her scan again: no indications of a healed fracture, or any injury at all. Had he been wrong? Worried these weeks for nothing?

“He took her because of you, Stark,” the voice shouted.

Tony spun, blasters ready, struggling to raise his heavy arms. There stood the King of Atlantis, shimmering in the low light of the mist, hardly dressed and dripping wet.

“What did you do?” Tony blurted. His interactions with Namor were more limited than those with Sam. Namor always struck him as an even more arrogant and fool-hardy version of himself, or perhaps just a younger version, except with zero humor. Add in the additional intensity of blood royalty, and King Waterworld embodied everything that irritated Tony.

A long, sharp trident lowered towards Iron Man’s neck. “What have I done? You and that cheeky princess have enabled terror and destruction upon my city. You killed my people.” 

Tony touched a finger to the foreign sea metal to nudge it away from himself and Sam. “I literally just got here, so you’re gonna need to be more specific. Last I saw, you were helping zap a zit off that coast,” he pointed, taking the opportunity to stand and step away. Friday beeped that the second form was stirring.

The king’s nostrils flared. “A mutant dosed with my genetic code—the containment for which Princess was solely responsible—attacked my home. My betrothed was taken,” Namor seethed, gripping his weapon anxiously, “Tigershark, he called himself, and when he razed our palace, he claimed we could ‘thank Young Stark.’”

Tony’s mind went into overdrive, processing years of information told in pieces or briefs all at once: Namor’s DNA, ‘Young Stark,’ the glow he’d seen Sam inject into Bucky’s shoulder. Extremis samples in the Wakandan shipment stolen a year earlier, among samples of multiple mutants. Simon Marshall’s experiments to produced new mutants. Marshall taught at Harvard. Sam went to Harvard. ‘Young Stark.’ No trace of a healed break… Stall.

“Yes,” Tony stumbled before catching his stride, “our lifespans must be very comical down below. You look marvelous for being twice my age, by the way. You know, I diet, but—”

“Enough,” Namor bellowed then advanced. “Dorma,” the king whispered, “deserves justice.”

“And just out of pure curiosity,” Tony added, “what would satisfy your…justice? I’m not up on my Atlantean law—”

“You cheek, as the Princess up there does—” Tony kept his eyes fixated on the direction of the trident, now raised to the hill of the city—“It seems the guilty of the surface can do nothing but belittle the lives of my people. You,” Namor snapped at the newly risen figure behind the rubble. “They call you Captain. Are you the one who stopped my ocean’s advance? I doubt it, weak as you appear after a little splash.” The king smirked.

Tony shifted to see Barnes covered head to toe in thick, dripping muck. “You look like shit,” Tony stated flatly. On any other day, Tony would be thankful for that small victory. That irritatingly naive soldier never aged and still acted oblivious to having fangirls across the world ogling his blue eyes. Tony watched those blue eyes roll across the ground, slowly sweeping back when he saw Samantha’s body a few feet away. Today, Tony was simply thankful Namor had no clue Samantha Stark existed. Bucky met Tony’s gaze, a question silently conveyed and answered in an instant. Bless you for being sharper than you look, Terminator—wait, no arm. What do I call you now?

Bucky raised his hands slowly, stepping away from Sam. “You can deal with me.”

“You did nothing,” Namor advanced savagely. “What good does a lap dog do me?”

Tony jumped in to further distract the Sub-Mariner. “Actually, that one is definitely more of a cat. Very anti-social, gives everybody dirty looks. The original Cap, now he’s your golden retriever typ—”

“How then—” the tines of the trident laced around the iron throat “—do you propose to make amends?” Namor slid his hand up the shaft to tower over Tony, face to mask.

Inside the suit, Tony’s eyes shifted to Sam. She hadn’t moved yet. The helmet split open to reveal his own haggard face to the king. “I can bring her back to you,” he said honestly, “Dorma, was it? But for the record, I did not knowingly help anyone to attack you—”

“Stark,” Bucky mumbled in warning.

“I can offer you…myself, as a hostage and helper in finding this—this Tigershark.”

Namor regarded Tony thoroughly, sizing up his ability and his sincerity all in one raking with his pitch black eyes.

“I know what that feels like,” Tony quietly added, “to lose her.”

This seemed to refocus the King on his answer. “And Wakanda’s Princess will give me the tool to rip apart that murderer,” Namor said finally.

“We’ve got all sorts of tools,” Tony chirped, “take your pick.”

Namor twisted his trident to pinch the suit’s jaw and shoulder. “I require the Cosmic Cube.”

Except that one, Tony thought, holy shit, you are not getting an infinity stone. “That’s…not currently available for loan,” he started, though the trident twisted more, “but Cap here will take your request straight to top brass, yes?”

Tony could only assume Bucky nodded behind him when the scraping metal slid away from his own neck.

“There will be other consequences,” Namor allowed, “once Tigershark is killed and Dorma is safe.”

“Of course,” Tony said, “I’ve heard shark is delicious.” From the look returned to him, Tony knew he’d need to hold his tongue as best he could.

“Humans are disgusting,” Namor grunted, yet tossed his head to lead Tony away. 

Stark sighed in relief for equipping that suit to be air-tight and pressurized when necessary. Tony checked his oxygen supply left from re-entry. The marker read 79%, so maybe he wouldn’t die…right away. The king grabbed the suit’s arm when Tony delayed, a grip as tight as a vice, and led them back towards the sea. Poetic justice if he snaps my arm, Tony mused. “I will not drown you,” Namor added, “as long as you are useful.”

Ah, there it is, the warm tingle of friendship. As Tony shut and sealed his helmet again, squelching through the mud, he hoped Barnes understood to protect his daughter in his absence.

Bucky was attempting to get an arm under Sam and enough traction under his feet to lift her when Wilson yelled from above that he was incoming.

“Sweet Barbecuing Betty,” Falcon sassed as he landed beside Bucky kneeling in the mud. “Look at the crisp on that wall.”

 Bucky looked up to see some of the fog clearing. A black, charred streak defaced the entire side of the four story annex building. Towards the center of the mark were indentation with white ash peeling away in the damp.

Falcon continued, hands on hips, taking a few steadying, wet breaths. “When did Shuri create that bomb, you think? Wish she would have told you about it before you drove right into the line of fire. Your comm wash away?”

“How many did it get?” Bucky asked. 

Falcon shrugged, lifting his goggles to rub his eyes. “No one past that hill at least. We’re checking the coast now.” He finally looked down towards Barnes before panic rose in his voice. “The hell— Is she breathing? Lil’ Sam, can you hear me?”

“She’s—” Bucky didn’t know how to describe it, but Wilson bent to check her regardless. Pulse fine, breathing slow and unhindered, but his hands and her face were too dirty for him to check her pupils. Instead he changed the subject. “What do you mean—what did you see?” Bucky planted a foot against a root in the ground to push him and Samantha upright.

“From up there,” Wilson rattled, eyes on Lil’Sam and using a palm to scrape excess muck off of her, “the water was a strange shape, like it pointed to the city, and then it just…exploded—evaporated really. Looked like a bomb went off. Turned the whole thing to fog and mist and rain… Man, it’s hard to breathe in this. Think she’s having trouble?” Falcon checked her for the third time, looking towards the building for the next safest step. The blackened facade distracted both men for a moment, specifically the bottom of the scorch mark that showed a perfect outline of a human bust. Wilson spun around, assessing the newly visible terrain. They were standing in a wide, shallow hole approximately ten meters across, spotted with sharp blades of sunlight. “You’re gonna tell me what the hell happened here, right?”

Bucky remained fixated on the Annex wall, unflinching. “As soon as I know,” he mumbled before meeting Falcon’s eyes. Bucky shifted Sam’s weight to keep the mud from slipping them apart. “We need to see Banner.”

[Chapter 25: Compound]

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[teneriadvos]

Teneri ad Vos

meaning "enthralled by you" in Latin.

💜

Vos || 19 yrs || He

Can't stress enough: MINORS, DNI. DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT THE BLOG FOR YOU. ALSO, I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU TRY TO FOLLOW ME AND YOU DON'T HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO OR PINNED POST. THANKS.

💜 Fun Vos Facts! 💜

- College student

- Writer

- Total nerd (D&D, Video games, etc. Ask me about my collections!)

- In case you can't tell, I'm a Latin nerd too :)

- More holes than the average man

- Bi guy

- Happily taken :) I have a lovely girlfriend and she smokes weed

All of the other stuff is going below the cut. One more time, MINORS DNI. FINAL FUCKING WARNING. THANKS.

okay, let's get into the meat and potatoes of it all. i basically only log in to this acc when im bored out of my skull or looking to jerk off. there's like an 18% chance i'm asexual and i have days where the very concept of sex makes me feel physically ill. bear with me. whatever. here's what you're all looking for.

💜 Sexy Vos Facts!! 💜

Okay, green for giving, blue for receiving. Purple for both.

I'm switchy as hell but I'm really only going to be thinking subby thoughts on this blog. I might make the rare dom post or two but I will not play dom. Thanks 💜 Okay now let's get into it:

- Raging hypnosis / brainwashing kink. Love getting tranced out 💜

- Dumbification and stuff like that :) I guess it kind of goes hand in hand with the hypno but sometimes it's just so nice to not Think about Things

- Praise kink my beloved. To care and be cared for is always really nice

- Denial and edging. God it's so much fun but I'm so bad at it lol

- Bondage!! Tie me up in ribbons and rope! Plus, I want to learn shibari so bad...

- Puppy play stuff!! Ask me to bark and I go woof!!

- Mommy kink :) Sometimes it's just nice to be mommy's baby boy y'know?

- Royalty kink. I'll gladly be a knight or prince of your kingdom hehe

- Blasphemy and the corruption that comes with it. Turns out there's a reason I like being called angel so much :3

- Plus some crazy fantasy stuff. Y'know, tentacles and aphrodisiacs and monsterfucking and holding hands with someone who really really loves me, etc etc

- Uhhh recent development I wanna get pegged and / or actually railed??? I want cock or strap in my hole??? ASAP??? please and thank you???

[This list is subject to change or expand depending on what Tumblr does to me.]

💜 What Vos doesn't like. 💜

- If you're kind to me, I will be kind to you. That's the golden rule on my blog. Don't be a dick, and don't be a creep.

- ABSOLUTELY DO NOT ASK FOR PICTURES OF ME. I know I'm whoring myself out on the internet but I'd like to keep it to just words.

- Please don't open conversations by sending me nudes or spirals. It's kind of weird to me. Say "hi" or "hello" or even just ask me first!! Thank you!!

- Please keep your sissy, detrans, forced-fem, and misgendering stuff to yourself please.

- Additionally, no thanks on piss, scat, race, and gainer/feeder stuff! It is NOT for me. Also, I'll probably block you if it's your whole account.

- I block empty, no-pfp no-name no-description etc. blogs on site. At least make your profile look a little lived-in.

- MINORS DNI. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. I KNOW I'VE SAID IT A COUPLE TIMES ALREADY BUT I AM BEING SO SERIOUS. THIS IS NOT A BLOG FOR YOU IN ANY CAPACITY. GO AWAY.

- I'm not looking for a long term dynamic. But DM me maybe and we can play around?

[These boundaries are also subject to change. If you're freaking me out, I will tell you. If you continue to freak me out, I will block you. If you're a robot, uh, go fuck yourself. Idk.]

💜 Vos Terminology Index 💜

Please call me...

- Masculine terms; man, boy, guy, dude, etc.

- Pretty, good, sweet, and baby boy.

- Dumb, empty-headed, pathetic, needy.

- Prince, puppy, dog, toy, angel, doll.

- Chest, dick, and hole to talk about my anatomy.

If you're unsure about something, pop in and ask!

💜 Closing remarks! 💜

I'm a total nerd with a writer's background, and I tend to get really wordy. If I write some nerdy or horndog ramble, just bare with me. I like talking lol

Okay, that's all from me!! I hope all of this wasn't too boring! Remember, be kind and receive kindness in return.

Vos out. 💜

[mane--attraction]

A/N: uhhhhhhh runs 🏃‍♀️ using the sexual content warning thing for the first time bc I can't put the read more alone above the content on this one lol. I've been sitting on this nearly done for months. Whoops. Enjoy~

Cw: dumbification, some pet play elements (collar, leash, being called "pet"), d/s, messy oral (facefucking), mild bondage, tentacles aka f/o isn't entirely human, mild degradation (just a couple of names sometimes paired with praise), he's just a slight bit mean at one point, lil overstim. Afab reader, gender neutral, no pronouns. Have fun~

Word count: 1697

MINORS DNI! I'M SERIOUS!

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Your bell and little charms clink against each other in a soft but steady rhythm as your f/o thrusts into your mouth, pulling you forward with your leash and stopping just short of gagging you. You look up at him with a sort of pleading expression, whining quietly, saliva slipping past the corners of your mouth to trail down your chin and neck. With your arms tied behind your back to prevent you from touching yourself, it also prevents you from cleaning up…something your f/o seems to be very into, if his reaction every time he looks down at you properly is any indication, groaning hotly at the mess he's made of you, watching his length pump in and out of your swollen lips and your eyes roll as you moan.

He holds your hair back with his other hand, but some errant strands cling to your forehead and temples. Not that you care: all your thoughts have slowly been replaced with the feeling of him heavy against your tongue, completely filling your mouth and stretching your jaw; of his scent overwhelming you; of him leaking continuously onto your tongue and down your throat. Your mouth and cunt are leaking equally, a tentacle lying agonizingly still within you. He can feel every time you clench around the intrusion, causing him to throb and moan softly, which causes you to whine and swallow around him, which has him hissing through his teeth: and the cycle repeats.

He could go for an hour, if he wanted to, just to see your brains leak out of you and onto the floor until you're nothing but a needy, desperate puddle. He has, before, but he's already gone for long enough this time. He doesn't think you can last for much longer, either, with the way you're trying to grind down on the tentacle. "Patience, pet," he grits out. "Stop moving."

You still instantly, perfectly obedient in this state of yours, and he grins smugly at how well he's trained you. "Very good."

He deliberately uses the tone that makes heat coil within you, torturing you when you're so turned on that you need him, and you retaliate, if but mildly, by whining in such a way that it increases the vibrations and swallowing when he reaches your throat. He chokes out a curse and pulls a little harsher on your leash, pushing that little bit past where you're used to and holding you there, which has you crying out and clenching wildly in surprise.

"Naughty little slut," he rumbles, "trying to get your reward too soon." He lets you free, just his tip resting on your tongue as he allows you to recover for a few moments before setting up a rather punishing pace. You yelp but melt instantly, eyes rolling as he fucks your mouth.

"If—" he forces out, "if I was in the right mood I'd make you wait longer for it, for what you crave, little one— You're lucky today." He's not certain the words are actually getting through to you, your whorish moan the only indicator that you're at least hearing him. He doesn't attempt to talk anymore, rapidly approaching his climax. You can feel the way his cock throbs more insistently, how his hips stutter in tandem. His grip tightens in your hair, enough to make you wince slightly, but it's all background to you: all you know is him. Your whimpers and other sounds as you try and keep up with the fluid spilling down your chin, combined with your unfocused, cockdrunk expression spurs him on, and he fucks your mouth.

"I'm going to cum, pet."

His strained voice drops an octave, and you shiver, fluttering in excitement. If only you could actively bring him to the brink; all you can really do is press your tongue more firmly against him for the short time you can think about it. You're more than satisfied, however, with the short, sharp snaps of his hips into you, using you to chase that high.

"I am going to cum, and you are going to swallow every drop. Do you understand me?"

He's barely finished speaking and your needy sound of acknowledgement is immediate: you whine at him, and the sound alone is nearly enough to push him over. No, what sends him over is when he hits the back of your throat and your face screws up at the suddenness, throat constricting as you swallow to try and adjust but can't quite. He chokes, lasting a single stroke more before yanking on your leash, burying himself in your mouth with a loud groan, the kind that has you clenching wildly in need, as heat spills down your throat. The harsh pulse of his cock is the only thing you really comprehend, held in place and unable to move, just moan. It's a wonder you don't cum on the spot.

His warning wasn't just a courtesy: he is not a mere man, and you find yourself feeling a little lightheaded the longer you stay where you are, but it's heady, allowing you more focus on his hips twitching, trying to push himself deeper on instinct.

Finally, moments before your head starts to loll, he releases the tension on the leash and pulls back just enough that you can finally taste him, allowed enough movement to bob your head eagerly, swiping for every last drop. He rumbles above you, amused, but he hisses softly at the overstimulation, so he doesn't allow you too much free reign, the hand in your hair holding you firm. Otherwise, you would have continued to suck him off without regard to how much he actually had left to give.

"That's a good little pet," he says hoarsely. "So good for me."

You make a soft, pleased sound, preening at the praise. You give little kitten licks to his head, right at his slit, and he finally pulls you off of him with a pop. You look up at him sweetly, catching your breath, unaware of what a mess you look like…but you look perfect to him. He swipes a bit of cum that’s escaped your lips with his thumb and brings it to you, and you lick it up without a second thought. His previous hunger thaws a bit to let his fondness show through.

“Yes,” he says, “what a good, pretty little pet.” The tentacle inside you wriggles ever so slightly, and your eyes flutter, suddenly reminded of how close you were. His lips twitch with a ghost of a smirk. “And good pets get rewarded, don’t they?”

You feel yourself being lifted off the ground into his arms, the tentacle still firmly in you while his mouth finds yours, kissing you with hunger more restrained than you want, and you kiss him back desperately, encouraging him to let go. You almost don’t care about breathing, but he breaks away long enough to lay you down on the bed, your arms untied at some point in the journey and the sheets clinging to your sweaty skin. His mouth slots over yours once more with that ferocity you were craving, all tongue and teeth, and you melt, doing your best to match it but otherwise just letting him in. 

That’s when the tentacle starts moving, throbbing and roiling as it thrusts rapidly, and you let out a loud cry, clinging to him. The squelching issuing from between your legs is obscene, loud and a clear indicator of just how needy you are, yet it’s turning you on, in spite of the flush of your cheeks from the sound. You whimper into the kiss, and he just chuckles.

“Good little pet.” He tugs surprisingly gentle on your bottom lip with his teeth, a fang catching but not injuring. “Good little slut for me.”

You whimper again, panting as you grow closer, a fact he can still feel by the way you flutter consistently around the tentacle. You pull him down to kiss him again, and he obliges you and your desperation, growling softly.

‘You’re so close, aren’t you my little pet?’

His voice is in your head, this time, and you feel yourself drop a bit further into that torpor of pleasure. You nod, sucking on his tongue with what control you have left. Your hips buck with a squeak as the tentacle hits a place that makes you see stars.

You can hear…well, more like sense the chuckle in his voice. ‘Then take your reward, pet. Cum for me.’

It’s not instantaneous, but it doesn’t take that long: not when the tentacle’s throbbing becomes more insistent, not when it speeds up to an almost incomprehensible degree, not when it starts hitting all those sweet spots, not when his thumb reaches your clit and—

You shriek, truly seeing stars as your body bucks madly and clamps down hard on the tentacle that’s still trying to move, fucking you through your orgasm, all the while his thumb rubs little circles into that sensitive nub, moving you along. You don’t realize he’s stopped kissing you, even as you bite your lip and throw your head back, whining as it starts moving into overstimulation.

You start to think you’re done, start to think you’ll fall down from your high, but he presses more firmly, the tentacle only targets the spots that make you moan, and with electricity shooting behind your eyes, nearly forcing them shut, you shrilly shriek and clench even harder around the intrusion, somehow fluttering again. He groans loudly, prolonging it momentarily.

“So good,” he practically moans, brushing your hair out of your face. “Always so good for me.”

You’re too tired in this state to do anything but look up at him blearily, and it’s a different expression than before. Again, softness breaks through his features, and he kisses you gently, as if you’ll break after all that has occurred. He brushes his knuckles along your arm, as if petting you. Later, the two of you can have some more fun. For now, however, you are both more than content to remain like this for a little while longer.

[starknife-starmimi]

My fluff ideas are either:

Mimic helping buy Starline clothes

or

Mimic finds Starline not in bed and instead working on a project

[ I'll be doing the 2nd idea in this post and saving the 1st one for another post /gen /pos ]

"You're still up?"

Mimic groaned as he leaned against the doorframe, rubbing his tired eyes with a displeased look.

Startled, Dr. Starline swirled his desk chair around to gain sight of who had spoken. His surprised expression relaxed once the octopus had entered his sight.

"You say that like it's midnight."

He lightly joked.

"Yeah, because it's three AM in the f#cking morning."

Mimic harshly snapped.

Starline fell silent, unsure of why Mimic’s tone made this situation sound like a bad thing.

The doctor was used to pulling all-nighters and skipping meals in the name of science and success. Staying up until three was nothing out of the norm for him.

After all, it was productivity and success that mattered. Worrying about his health would simply hold him back from his full potential.

As Starline remained lost in his thought, Mimic walked over to his desk before leaning against the side of Starline's chair.

"How long will it take you to finish whatever this is anyway?"

Mimic asked, attempting to soften his tone while directing his tentacles towards the large computer in front of them.

Starline stared at the computer screen in front of him for a moment. He was still in the process of tweaking the base coding he had obtained from Belle back when him and Mimic kidnapped her from the Restoration.

Making a quick calculation in his head, Starline’s eyes returned to Mimic as he answered.

"Considering the time I've already lost while talking to you, I'd say about 45 more minutes if I continue now."

"Yeah, no."

Mimic responded deadpan.

A hushed "What?" escaped the platypus's confused bill before being interrupted by Mimic's tired sigh.

At this point, the octopus could barely keep his eyes open, yet he still continued.

"You're overworking yourself again. Seriously, I'm surprised you haven't gotten f#cking sick or some sh!t yet. When was the last time you even fell asleep?"

Starline rested his head in his hand, leaning against the desk as he attempted to remember… Though at the same time, he couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sudden sign of care coming from Mimic of all people.

But eventually, his drowsy mind focused and settled on an assumed time.

"Somewhere between three to five days. I lost track after a couple of nights....."

For a mere second, Mimic's dark eyes seemed horrified before lowering back to their exhausted stare.

"You can finish this sh!t tomorrow, just go get some d*mn some sleep..."

"Mimic, I don't think you understand the fact that I'm on a very tight schedule that I must stick to in order for everything to go smoothly and in order to succe- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Starline nervously yelped as Mimic bent over the chair's armrest and scooped him up into his arms.

"Making sure you get some d*mn sleep. Now are you going to go to your room or make me bring you over there myself?"

Starline took a moment to process the situation. Not only was the shorter octopus able to carry him bridle style without breaking a sweat, but also that fact that he enjoyed this. His stiff and sore body finally relaxed in Mimic's arms. He was in the grasp of a ruthless mercenary, yet he never felt safer.

Starline slowly rested his head against Mimic's. Whispering with a soft smile.

"I think.... I'm a little too tired to walk back...."

The doctor's whispered words left Mimic flustering a sky blue and his hearts fluttering with warmth. Though not wanting his emotions to show, Mimic rolled his eyes in a non-existent annoyance.

Now stabling his grip on the platypus, Mimic began walking away from the desk and out of the room, as it took Starline mere minutes to peacefully fall asleep in his arms~

[ I hope this turned out alright!!! I'm still trying to get back into the habit of writing again, so I might come back and make some edits to this tomorrow. ]

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 31: Sexual Slavery (Vaulted Bonds)

Day 31: Sexual Slavery Title: Vaulted Bonds Pairing: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Spinner, Kurogiri, Muscular) x Reader Word Count: 6k Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, branding, marking, degradation, misogynist Dabi, double pentration (two cocks in one hole and two cocks in seperate holes), praise kink, soft marking and biting, cumflation, size difference, belly bulge, mist bondage, mist tentacle sex, orgasm denial, daddy kink, pet play (of the puppy variety), watersports, overstimulation, rough sex, creampies Note: Sequel to Vault 68, Kinktober Day 1 gangbang. Thank you so much for everyone’s patience while I finished this. Kinktober was an exhausting, wild, but incredibly amazing experience and I’m glad that I can say I finished it! Even if it’s in March, don’t judge. Also thank you to @tamakisbunnygirl​ for talking this over with me and reading it over for me!

Kinktober Masterlist

Life was so very easy lately.

No fighting for survival, no worrying about radiation, no bandits, super mutants, or anything else to avoid.

No, you simply had to please the villains you were locked up with, allow them to use whatever holes they wanted to use whenever they wanted to use them.

You were unimaginably sore for the first week, something that Spinner noticed instantly. He was always the kinder one, the one who soothed your abused cunt with various creams he found. Dabi laughed, of course. He enjoyed seeing you limp around the vault after a particularly rough session with him.

Muscular did too, although he typically bent you over with a boast of seeing how much more sore he could make you.

Kurogiri was one of the kinder ones as well, although his concern always had a mocking, manipulative flair to it. You could never quite figure the man out, and his lack of expressions on his misty form did not help you read him.

Shigaraki would whisper words about how sorry he was while tracing patterns along your skin in an attempt to soothe you., You would almost think he was acting nice, until he whispered that you still have a mouth you can use, and wasn’t he just the best for letting you use that instead of that currently useless cunt between your legs? Or that tight asshole, it hadn’t been used as much, right? He could use it instead.

Currently, you were in Dabi’s bed waiting for him to get back from grabbing food. He hadn’t touched you yet, and you’re enjoying the peace and quiet until he comes barging in. He has a cruel glint in his eyes, erection already straining against his pants and you can already tell this is going to be a rough time for you.

“Why do you have clothes on?” Dabi instantly says, looking with distaste at the long t-shirt and panties you’re currently wearing. You cringe at the tone in his voice.

“I - I got cold,” you mutter quietly, hoping that he won’t use this as an excuse to be even rougher. But you know Dabi by this point, and you know that punishment is awaiting you. “I’m sorry.”

“Not fucking sorry enough,” he growls, palms lighting up with blue flame as he advances towards you. You instinctively crawl backwards from the fire, wanting to avoid it. But he grabs your ankle and yanks you towards him.

His hand touches your shirt, catching it on fire at the same time as he rips it off your body. He tosses it to the side, pulling your panties off too. He isn’t careful with his flames, and you hiss at the pain, the smell of burning flesh rising up and hitting your nose. You glance down and see a small, singed mark on your flesh to join the rest of the bruises and burns on your body from the rest of them.

“Your skin looks so beautiful with burns, doll,” Dabi snorts, “I dunno why I haven’t covered you with them even more.” He holds you down with one hand as he unzips his pants, although holding you down isn’t necessary anymore.

You’ve already learned what happens when you resist Dabi.

He guides himself to your already wet pussy, lining up and snapping his hips to fill you with one sharp thrust. You let out a gasp, still unprepared for the Jacob’s Ladder running up his length despite how many times he’s fucked you at this point.

“You like that, whore?” He chuckles as his hands wrap around your neck. “This is all you’re good for.” He sets a fast pace, barely giving you any time to get used to him. “You’re nothing but a fucking hole for me to use.” You choke and splutter as his grip tightens around your throat, hands reaching up to claw at his arms as you try to get air into your lungs.

The Jacob’s ladder piercing grinds against your g-spot, and despite everything, you feel the tension building up inside of you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your lungs burn with the need for air, black spots appearing at the edge of your vision. “You look so fucking good like this,” Dabi laughs sadistically.

Just when you think you’re about to pass out, he releases your throat and you take deep gulping breaths. The lack of oxygen and the insistent grinding of the piercings against your inner walls has your orgasm even more intense as the tension inside of you snaps.

You moan as your pussy flutters and clenches around Dabi’s cock, and he snickers. “Fucking whore, getting off to me choking you.”

His hands reach up to grip your breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he tweaks your nipples. They’re quickly hard and standing at attention as he continues to pound into your now dripping pussy, and you whine as you feel yourself building back up to another orgasm.

“Dabi, please - “

“Please what? You want to cum again, whore? I already gave you a freebie, so you better fucking beg like your life depends on it.”

“Please, I want to cum, please let me cum!”

“Tell me you’re a whore, that the only good thing about you are these fucking holes. You’re nothing but something for me to fuck, a cum dumpster”

You cringe at the words, knowing that he’ll punish you if you don’t do what he says. And as much as you hate it, you know you want to cum again.

“I’m a whore! I’m nothing but holes for you to fuck, Dabi!”

“Be more convincing,” he snarls as his hands heat up on your hips, causing you to scream as he singes your skin.

“I’m nothing but a whore for you to use! I’m a cumdumpster, I’m a useless whore only good for you to fuck!”

His hands heat up even more as his finger comes up to trace patterns on your skin. Tears run freely down your face as you smell burning flesh yet again. You don’t want to, but you find yourself glancing down anyway, wanting to see what he’s doing.

When you see the letter D, you know exactly what he intends to do.

You try to hold still as much as you can, not wanting to make this even worse. But the pain is so extreme, and he continues to fuck you even through what he’s doing. The conflicting feelings has your head spinning, unsure whether to feel the pain or the pleasure. Ultimately, you decide to focus on the pleasure. It’s shameful, but at least it’s not agony.

By the time he finishes his name, you’re cumming again with a choked sob as you squeeze his cock. “Fuck, you really are a little painslut aren’t you? Good, because I fucking love hurting you.”

His pace stutters, becoming uneven as he thrusts right against your cervix and shoots hot ropes of cum against it. You whimper as you feel the heat spreading through your core, body trembling from both pain and pleasure.

He pulls out abruptly, stroking himself out the rest of the way as he shoots cum on your new burn. You sob as it hits the wound, stinging like fire as you writhe around on the bed.

Dabi stands up, throwing your t-shirt at you as he points to the door. “You can get the fuck out now, whore. Don’t want you dirtying up the place any more than you already have.”

You give a nod as you stand up on shaky legs, pulling the shirt over your head as you wobble towards the door. You’re able to make it outside before you collapse on the floor. Spinner just happens to be in the hallway, and he rushes over to you.

“Oh god, are you okay?” He leans down, lifting your shirt up as he stares at the burn on your hip. “That brute,” he whispers quietly, picking you up in his arms as he carries you to his room. “Let me take care of you.”

He lays you down in the bed as he looks for one of his many soothing creams and a washcloth. He dabs at the burn as gently as he can, trying to get as much of the now dried cum off your skin as he can before applying a burn cream.

“Does that feel better?” He asks a bit shyly, only now noticing how undressed you are. He’s always been on the shy side, the one most hesitant to take advantage of you. Although that hadn’t stopped him.

“Yeah, it does. Thank you, Spinner.” He preens a bit at the praise, one of his claws tracing a light pattern down your stomach.

“Can I - “ He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as he glances away. You know exactly what he’s asking, and you give a soft sigh as you nod your head.

He blushes a bit as he lifts your shirt up, making an angry noise as he touches each of the bruises and burns Dabi left on your body. “He is so rough with you,” he admonishes the other man, “you should be cherished like the jewel you really are.”

He slides down your body until he reaches your thighs, leaning down between your legs as he tentatively licks your folds. “You taste so good,” he moans as his tongue dives into your heated flesh.

Spinner’s tongue works its way inside of you, causing you to let out a choked moan as you lay back and let take care of you. He takes the back of his knuckle as he rubs your swollen clit, careful not to touch you with claws.

His tongue fucks you like a cock would, getting far deeper than a normal man’s tongue as the tip grazes your cervix. The feeling drives you mad, and you already feel the pressure of your muscles tightening up. “Spinner, don’t stop - “

He hums against your skin as he keeps tongue fucking you, quickening the pace as he feels you clench down around his tongue. His knuckle works against your clit, only increasing the pleasure as you finally topple over the edge. He licks up your juices as you gush around his mouth like he’s starving before pulling away.

In no time at all, you hear clothes beginning to shuffle and two cocks spring up from his pants. They’re both huge, and you always have a moment of doubt that they’ll fit inside of you.

But despite how kind Spinner is, he’s always determined to make them fit. You briefly wonder if he’ll put one in your ass and one in your pussy, or if he’ll simply fill you up with both of them. You don’t know which one you prefer.

When you feel him rubbing his cocks along your slick, you instantly know what he intends to do. A secret thrill runs through you at the thought of being so completely full.

He begins to push inside of you gently, your wetness aiding him in moving. You let out a broken moan as you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him, head thrown back as your legs shake. He gets past your tight outer ring of muscle and keeps going, the ridges and scales along his cock pressing against your walls in such an amazing way that you cum just from the feeling alone.

“Fuck, Spinner - “

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re doing so well, sweetie.” Your previous orgasms have loosened you up enough that he’s able to bottom out inside of you relatively easily, stilling for a while to allow you to adjust. “So beautiful,” he murmurs as he strokes a claw down your face. “So amazing, you feel so good around me.”

You preen at the praise, always loving how kindly he treats you.

He waits until you give him a quick nod to indicate you’re ready before he begins to move, and you let out a wail as he starts to thrust. You feel so impossibly full, so amazing that you wish you could always feel this full.

“Spinner, please, faster!”

He instantly obeys you, grabbing your hips to force you back onto his cock. His heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass with every sharp thrust, and you can hear the wet noises of your bodies joining as they fill the room.

“So damned good, so tight for me - you’re squeezing my cock so well, sweetie.”

“I’m going to - “

He moves to start rubbing your clit as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Then cum for me, I wanna see how pretty you look when you’re cumming around my cocks.”

The tension snaps as you clench down around him, gasping and moaning as your body convulses. “It - feels so good - “

Spinner groans as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck, marking you just as surely as Dabi did. Feeling you squeeze around him is more than he can handle, and he follows you into orgasm. Both cocks shoot ropes of cum into you, and you can feel it leaking out around him. Your belly bulges just a bit, a sight that leaves Spinner feral as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm.

Finally his cocks become too sensitive, and he pulls out as he collapses beside you. He pulls you into his arms, cooing sweet words at you as you curl up against his warm scales. “You did so well for me, sweetie.”

He brushes the bite mark on your neck, wanting to feel bad but loving the sign of possession that he left on you. He traces over the bite mark with a claw.

You smile at the tenderness, needing this after Dabi’s rough ministrations. You could stay like this for hours, if it weren’t for Muscular bursting through the door.

“It’s my turn with the toy,” Muscular instantly demands, and Spinner reluctantly releases you as Muscular grabs you. He throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out like a caveman dragging you into his lair.

He takes you immediately to his room, throwing you down on the bed and wasting no time unzipping his pants. “You had Spinner’s cocks shoved up there, so I don’t need to prep you, do I?” Muscular snicks as he frees his massive cock from his pants, not even bothering to get fully undressed before he’s lining himself up with your entrance.

“Wait, please go easy on - “

But it’s too late, and he’s already buried inside of you. Muscular’s singular cock is still bigger even than Spinner’s two, and you feel like you’re going to tear without preparation. He doesn’t bother to let you adjust, pounding into you instantly and drawing tears from your eyes. You feel so fucking full, almost painful in the fullness and he’s only just started.

“Such a good cunt,” he growls out as his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs. He lifts you up onto his lap so that he can thrust up into you faster, getting even deeper and causing you to squeeze around him. “So fucking tight, I can barely move. But I can fix that.”

You feel his cock begin to expand inside of you, and your eyes widen in fear and terror. “Please, no!”

But it’s too late, having already activated his quirk to make his cock bigger. Your walls stretch even more, and you howl as you’re thrown into a sudden orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body convulsing as you’re fucked ruthlessly through your orgasm. “Please, too much - “

“I’m not done with your fucking cunt yet,” he snarls as his cock shrinks just a bit, leaving more room for him to thrust even harder. “Going to fill you up so fucking well, gonna make sure you can’t walk for a fucking week.”

You don’t doubt that, having experienced this many times already. You whine and whimper as he jackhammers into you, not even bothering to touch your clit in a mad rush to cum as quickly as he can.

When he finally cums, he forces his way up to your cervix as he cums directly against it. There is so much cum that you can feel your belly begin to bulge, see the little pocket of cum that he’s filling you with. You cum one last time, screaming out your orgasm. Your fluttering walls force some of his cum out of you, causing it to make a mess of the bed underneath you and coating Muscular’s thick thighs.

He pants a bit, relaxing for a second before you can feel him begin to harden inside of you again.

“No, please, it’s too much, I can’t -”

“I fucking say when it’s too much, slut,” he growls at you as he begins to thrust again. This time, he manages to be even rougher with you, fingers digging bruises into your skin as he fucks up into your tight heat. “Wanna fill you up, see that belly bulge even more.”

You whimper as you feel him begin to twitch, relieved that he’s going to cum so quickly while also dreading what happens afterwards. He cums with a grunt, even more cum shooting from the head of his cock. The skin of your belly stretches lewdly, the bulge becoming even more noticeable as the cum is trapped inside of you, unable to leak out around his cock.

He pulls out and strokes himself off the rest of the way on your stomach where the bulge is, coating your skin with hot cum. He reaches down to press against the bulge, laughing sadistically when his cum gushes out of you and soaks his bed. He drops you almost instantly onto the wet spot, standing up and walking towards the door.

“I’m done,” he declares before simply leaving the room. You take a few minutes to recover, rolling out of the bed and collapsing to your knees, unable to hold yourself up on your legs. But you find yourself not needing to walk as a portal opens up underneath you, dropping you into the arms of Kurogiri.

“I think it’s time that you spend some time with your daddy, don’t you?” The man muses, cradling you in his arms as he lays you down on the floor. Mist springs up around you, wrapping around your arms and holding you down. It also swirls up around your legs, forcing you to spread them open and reveal yourself to his gaze.

“That was a question.” Kurogiri says in a dark voice, and you know that means he wants an answer.

“Yes daddy,” you whisper to him, face flushing at having to call him that.

“Good girl,” he praises you, and you feel warmth rise up in you at the praise. “Be good for daddy and he’ll be good to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

You feel one of the cold misty tendrils probing at your ass, and your eyes widen as it begins to push inside. Kurogiri chuckles as he lowers himself to the floor, hand coming down to unzip his dress pants and pull his cock out. You can never tell just how big he is because of the shadows and mist around it, but you know how big it feels inside of you.

Your legs are spread even wider as he settles himself in between them, sliding easily in because of all of the wetness down there. He bottoms out almost instantly before setting a slow but steady pace. One of the tendrils attaches itself to your clit, sucking and pulling at the sore bead and causing you to let out a broken moan.

“It feels so good - “ you moan before remembering to add, “daddy”

“You can’t cum without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy, I understand.”

But you can already feel the tension at the insistent suckling of your clit by the mist, and you squirm as you try to think of anything else but the pressure building up inside of you. You throw your head from side to side, legs shaking and quivering at the strain of trying not to cum.

“Can I cum, daddy? Please let me cum!”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ve been a good enough girl yet. Should bad girls cum before their daddies?”

“N-n-no,” you whisper.” Your nails dig into the palms of your hands, hoping the pain will distract you from the need to cum. But it only adds to the pleasure, causing you to almost topple over the edge.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I can’t hold out - “

The wet smacking of his balls hitting the curve of your ass fill the room as he roughly fucks you, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming back inside. “Yes you can, you’re such a good girl.”

You really want to be a good girl, and so you distract yourself as much as you can. You think of anything and everything, trying to ignore the tendril still attached to your clit. Just when you think you can’t hold out anymore, you feel him begin to throb inside of you.

“Cum now! Cum along with daddy!”

You wail as you obey his command, body shaking as you’re thrown over the edge. Your orgasm is intense and powerful, and he simply fucks you harder through it. You feel warmth spreading through you as he finishes along with you.

“You were such a good girl, daddy is going to reward you.”

You know what his rewards can be, know that sometimes they don’t feel like rewards at all. And this time won’t be any different, as you feel a tendril of mist push against your ass and worm its way inside.

“Daddy, I don’t -” You trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. Refusing a reward would result in a punishment, something that you did not want.

“Yes? What was that?” His voice takes on a dangerous tone, and you shake your head.

“Nothing. Thank you for a reward, daddy.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. A larger tendril comes to your abused cunt, pushing inside of you as well. “Good girl, don’t fight this.”

The tendrils take turns thrusting inside of you, one pulling out while the other one thrusts inside. The rhythm has your head spinning, stomach tightening up as you near an orgasm. In a near panic, you begin to beg.

“Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum!”

“This is a reward, little girl. You may cum.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you’re thrown over the edge, screaming out your orgasm.

“Hey, Kurogiri, I need - “ Shigaraki pauses, laughing in amusement as he sees you cumming around Kurogiri’s mist tentacles. “Oh, I see you’re busy,” he mocks.

“No, we were almost done if you want a turn.”

“I think I do, actually. It’s been a while since I’ve had a turn with my puppy.”

You cringe at the term, knowing exactly the degrading things Shigaraki is going to force you to do.

“I actually got you something, puppy.” He laughs sadistically, pulling out a leash and collar. “Isn’t it cute?”

Your eyes widen with horror, not wanting that to go around your neck. But Shigaraki’s eyes narrow at your lack of response. “Am I going to have to punish my puppy already?”

“N-n-no, you don’t have to punish me!”

“I think I do, since you left off the master,” his voice takes on a dark tone, and you wince.

“I’m sorry, master! You don’t have to punish me, master!”

“So you’ll wear the collar like a good puppy?”

“Yes master,” you say, defeated.

“Good puppy.” Kurogiri’s mist dissolves, leaving you on the floor in a destroyed heap. Shigaraki reaches down, showing you the collar and what it says.

Shigaraki’s Puppy. If lost, please return.

Tears run down your face as he attaches the collar around your neck, locking it in place and pocketing the key.

The key? You realize instantly that it’s not something you can ever take off yourself. You’re stuck with it for as long as Shigaraki wants you to be stuck with it.

He attaches the collar to the leash, yanking you upwards with it. “Get on all fours like a puppy.”

You obey, sensing his volatile mood already and not wanting a punishment. “Now, I’m going to take you for a walk.”

“Can - can I get dressed, at least?” You hated the thought of being paraded around the vault with absolutely no clothes.

“No. Puppies don’t wear clothes.”

You sniffle a bit as you walk on all fours, feeling absolutely humiliated. You trail behind him as he leads you to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Your stomach growls, not having eaten, and he instantly hears. “Oh, that reminds me. I got you another present.”

He pushes two bowls towards you on the floor.

A food and water bowl for pets.

“If you want to eat, then you better eat like a good little puppy. You glance up at him to see him smirking at you, almost daring you to refuse. You let out a soft sob as you crawl towards the bowls, reaching to pick one up before he snaps at you.

“Puppies don’t pick up their bowls.”

More tears run down your face as you lower yourself down, beginning to eat from the bowl as best as you can. Everything you have been through so far, all of the abuses, and this was one of the worst. Your body absolutely burns with humiliation as you lean down to get water from your bowl.

Once you’re done, Shigaraki drags you up, throwing you down onto the bed and climbing onto you. “Now, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to be a good puppy.”

You give a quick nod, glancing away as you try to mentally prepare yourself. He wastes no time after your agreement, thrusting deep inside of you with one quick snap of his hips.

You realize something instantly.

You have to pee.

“Master, I - I need to pee,” you whisper quietly, hoping against hope that he’ll stop long enough to let you go to the bathroom.

“Oh? Then fucking go. Puppies don’t use toilets.”

“I - oh no, I can’t, please don’t make me - “

“Here, I’ll even help you.” He begins to press down on your bladder, and you squeal as you feel a bit of pee leak out. You clamp your muscles down, desperately trying to hold it. But it’s no use, and you squirm to try and relieve the pressure.

“Please stop, I don’t wanna - “

“Do it, puppy. Piss all over me.” He presses down harder, and you can’t hold out anymore. You wail as your bladder releases, pissing all over Shigaraki’s cock as he fucks you through it. He thrusts your piss back inside of you, the disgusting sloshing noises of your pussy causing you to wince and want to die with embarrassment.

He reaches down to smack you across the face. “Bad puppy, messing like that in the house.”

You whine as he continues to fuck you, smacking your other cheek as well. It’s humiliating more than it hurts, only being a small sting as he puts no real force behind it. But you still feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry, please - “

“I should make you lick it up,” he growls, and you panic at the thought.

“Master, please no!”

He snorts as he flips you over onto all fours, forcing your head down to the bed as he begins to slam into you. His balls hit your clit and cause you to squeeze around him, and he laughs. “You like being my puppy, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” you say quickly, not wanting to anger him. He aims for a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, reaching around to take your clit in between two fingers as he strokes you. You whine as you push back to meet his thrusts, seeking your own orgasm. “It feels so good, master!”

“Yeah? Then cum for your master.”

You finish at the same time as he does, feeling warmth spreading through you yet again as he cums inside of you. You whimper as your body trembles, collapsing against the bed in sheer exhaustion.

“Now what do you say?” Shigaraki prods at you, seeking only one answer.

“Thank you master.”

“Good pet.” He pats your head like he would a real dog, and you’re shamed to find yourself enjoying his attention.

“Now come on,” he demands, pulling on your leash. You wince as you slide off the bed, getting on all fours as you crawl into the main area of the vault. Everyone is there, and you burn with humiliation at all of them seeing you like this.

“Now that’s how all sluts should be,” Dabi snorts at the sight of you on all fours. “Naked, with cum dripping from their filthy little cunts.”

Spinner scoffs. “You don’t have to always be so crude, Dabi.”

“I wouldn’t have to be so crude if she wasn’t such a fucking slut.”

Dabi seems to get an idea in his head as he says that, smirk coming across his face. “You know, I have an idea.”

Your heart sinks into your chest at Dabi having any sort of idea that causes that smirk to be across his face. You know you won’t like it, not one bit.

“It’s been a while since we’ve all shared her, isn’t it? I think the little slut deserves to be completely ruined.”

He walks over to you, grabbing your leash from Shigaraki who allows it, watching with deep interest. He sits down on the floor, picking you up by your waist and prodding at your still tight asshole. “I think I wanna fuck you here,” he murmurs as he lowers you down on his cock. You whimper and whine as he slides into you balls deep.

Shigaraki already has his hard cock out, pressing the tip against your mouth. “Open wide, puppy.”

You open your mouth and he instantly shoves himself in, aiming for the back of your throat immediately. You barely remember to breathe through your nose, preventing yourself from gagging around his length. To your horror, you see the rest of the League walking over to you with purpose.

Muscular gets down on the floor facing Dabi, moving you to his massive cock. “I didn’t get her pussy last time we shared her, so it’s mine this time around.” Dabi snorts as he slows his movements, allowing Muscular to line up and begin to push inside. You’re already stretched out from everything else, but the sting still hurts as he slams against your cervix.

You want to complain, ask them to go slower, but Shigaraki begins to face fuck you, balls smacking aganst your chin with every thrust. “Fuck, puppy has gotten so good at sucking cock,” he grunts out as he feels his balls tighten.

“This cunt feels pretty fucking good too,” Muscular laughs as he activates his quirk, causing your eyes to widen in alarm as you feel him begin to grow inside of you again. Your walls stretch and stretch until you think they can’t possibly stretch anymore, but finally he stops before he tears you.

“Fuck, Muscular, the fuck did you just do? She got even tighter, holy fuck,” Dabi manages to grunt out, still pounding into your aching ass. “Keep it up.”

Muscular begins to move, slamming into you with powerful thrusts that has your head spinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Spinner take his cocks out and begin to stroke them furiously as he watches you be ruined by the other villains.

Kurogiri also stands nearby, cock out of his pants as he fists his length roughly. “My little girl does look so good like this,” he muses out loud.

Muscular groans as he nears his end, usually the first to cum as he never bothers to savor sex, instead choosing to seek his own orgasm. “Gonna fill this little cunt,” he manages to say as he shoots ropes of cum into you that leak out around his cock. “Fuck yes, so good - “

He pulls out when it becomes too much, and Spinner eagerly takes his place. “I want this pretty little pussy,” Spinner says as he enters you easily due to how much Muscular was able to stretch you out. “Feels so good to have both cocks inside, shit!”

“This dirty ass is pretty good too, so damned tight. You were fucking made for this, little cockslut,” Dabi grunts out, his pace becoming more erratic. “Gonna cum,” he manages to say before he follows through, causing warmth to spread through your ass.

Shigaraki is close too, as you can feel him begin to twitch inside of your mouth. He pulls out however, painting your face with white as he strokes his orgasm out. “Gotta love a facial,” he chuckles as Dabi snorts.

Kurogiri nears his orgasm as well, cumming on your tits as he lets out a soft groan. Only Spinner is left inside of you, and he goes feral on your pussy as he begins to pound you. He lifts up your legs so he can penetrate you deeper, and you cum with a strangled cry as you squirt around him.

You collapse completely, unable to hold yourself up anymore. And what’s when you all hear it.

The loud, clanging sound of the vault’s locking mechanism disengaging.

“The hell?” Dabi says as he sits up, walking over to the door and swinging the vault door open. It swings easily, revealing the stairs that lead to the outside world. “Guess it’s already been a month, huh.”

Hope blooms within you. Maybe they’ll let you go now, maybe you can be free of the hell they’ve put you through.

Shigaraki must be able to read the thoughts on your face, as he speaks up. “You know, puppy...you could just stay with us. Surely you don’t want to go back outside with the raiders, super mutants, and ghouls?”

You freeze for a second. You’ve been in a bubble of safety, having almost forgotten about all the dangers of the outside world. “I don’t - I mean, I was able to protect myself before - “

Dabi scoffs. “You’re a weak little slut who was hiding out in this vault instead of protecting yourself outside.”

Kurogiri joins in. “It wasn’t so bad being with us, was it? We’d protect you if you stay with us.”

Muscular shrugs. “Seems fair enough to me. We protect her and get to use all those holes anytime we want.”

“I - I really like you,” Spinner begins shyly, “and would love for you to stay with us.”

Now that you’re finally given a choice, the first one you’ve truly had for the past month, you are paralyzed.

The choice to leave the men behind, or to tackle the outside world. The vault isn’t sealed anymore, and there’s no guarantee of safety. Raiders take over vaults all the time, after all, and who is to say that won’t happen to this one?

But really; maybe they aren’t so bad. The fact that they are willing to let you go is more than you thought possible.

When you say the words that will seal your fate, everyone is happy.

You; because you made a choice of your own free will to stay with them.

And them; because they knew their broken little toy had no choice at all.

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[savnofilter]

Kinkuary Day 22

octopus!t. amajiki

☠️ warning(s): 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤, semi-public.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.9k words [7 minutes, 45 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one | flf

☠️ summary: tamaki had a request he was sure you would be more than willing to fill out.

Tamaki was excited to see you again. He had successfully fulfilled his mother’s wishes she wanted from him and he was destined to come up to see you again. His heart pounded as he could feel himself shift once again, keeping in all the oxygen he needed before he would eventually turn into his proper form. It didn't take long for him to finally reach the surface of the water, taking a long awaited deep breath when he reached the surface. He was pleased to see that you were sitting near the shore line like you always did, the cute blush he always gained came up to his cheeks as he swam to the sand and eventually walked up. 

"Tama, you made it!" You threw your hands up as he got closer, smiling up at him as he pulled you up and into his arms. 

"Of course. I'd never miss a time to visit you…" Amajiki smiles softly, giving your waist a squeeze before pulling away and giving you a look over. "You've already been in the water?" He asks leaning back to look before realizing he didn't think about him possibly getting you wet. 

"Yeah! It's kinda hot today so I went for a small swim before you came up." You pull away to walk over to the pile of equipment you had brought along, beginning to get the change of clothes you always bought for him when he’d have his visits. His eyes follow your movements as you move. He couldn't help his eyes wander as you bent over to get them, biting his lip as he contemplated his next words. 

"Here you go! Saw you eyeing these the last time you came up so I saved up some money and got them." You turn to hand it to him, met with his anxious nature starting to creep up again. "What's wrong?" You ask with the furrow of your brows, pouting a bit. 

"D-Do you think we can try my tentacles again?" Tamaki blurts out, catching you off guard. To understand, Amajiki was never one to be confident enough to relay his lust in a direct manner. Giving you bouts of spontaneity that would get you every time It caught you a second to register before you were getting flustered yourself. You tried to think of something to say, looking away from him as you fiddled with your fingers. 

"I haven't thought of it before…." 

That was a lie. You had never admitted it, but after the first night you two had slept together, you had thought about them as well. Tamaki coming on to you like this was something you were not used to. Most times out of ten you were the one to initiate it. Ten times out of ten when it was him, it wasn't something as lewd as his request was now. You looked up at him and noticed that he was watching you expectantly. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his nudity while your mind started to race with it’s own thoughts. Your body felt tingly as you started to consider the possibilities, slowly nodding your head before clearing your throat to speak. “There’s a changing booth not too far from this spot, we have some time before the rest comes and the beach gets crowded.” 

You stand up and dust yourself off, whilst still holding the spare clothes you had for him. You grabbed him with your free hand as you guided him to the location, leaving your other stuff behind for your friends to find. Luckily, the stall is still open for use. Tamaki let you enter first, letting you hang up your stuff on the hooks that were set up. The box was big enough to fit you two in it and hopefully the extra appendages that were going to accompany y’all as well. Your cheeks felt hot as you glanced back at Tamaki, trying not to give a good run down at his toned and tanned body. He sat down on the bench that was opposite to the mirror, his stance open as if the only thing stopping him from continuing was your hesitance.

The booth wasn't the most spacious, and seeing yourself reflected back in its mirror made you nervous if this quickie would go well. While you removed your clothes, you ignored the pitter-patter of the school girl as you got excited. You yelped at the force when he pulled you to stand between his legs and stood between his knees. Yet again you did not say a thing. All of your thoughts and comments evaporated, and you were more focused on adjusting to your surroundings. You moved to sit in his lap, his soft but firm hand stopping you as he looked up at you finally.

“I-I want you to face the mirror.” Although his words were timid, his gaze was stern as ever. If your body and cheeks didn’t feel hot before, it sure as hell did now. "A-Are you sure about this?" Tamaki asked with a nervous bite to his lip, his tentacles holding your legs up along with your wrists. You nodded as you looked back at him through the mirror. You weren’t shy to activities like these. But this felt different although you had tried them before. You watched his aquatic limbs hold you up, slowly nodding your head as you gathered your courage.

“I’m ready.” You respond when you snap out of your gaze, looking up at him with a determined stare. 

He nodded and looked down to where his dick pressed against your skin, his tentacles using their mighty strength to lift you onto his tip. You moved your gaze from the mirror feeling him carefully slide his length into you. Your breath shook as he was precise with his insertion, going until he fully bottomed out inside you. Your walls wrapped tightly around his cock from the angle he held you open, perfectly presenting you to the mirror that sat in front of you. 

"I want you to look at me." Tamaki mumbles in your ear. His expression darkened once you didn’t comply, giving you a sharp thrust to demonstrate he meant business. You choked on a moan as his length poked deeper inside of you, his tentacles tightening their grips on your limbs. 

You timidly looked up at your reflection as requested, a small whimper coming from your lips as you recognized at how lewd the sight really was. Your breath hitched once he started to move, your body not prepared for the sensation. His appendages held you wide open, his posture perfect and his feet anchored into the floor to thrust up into you. You were too entranced in watching as his cock slid in and out of you to notice that his other limbs wanted to keep active too. The cool but oddly warm tentacles came up to experimentally latch onto your nipples, the suction on the bottom of the limbs stuck and sucked at your sensitive buds. A moan left your lips as he started to pick up his speed, the sound of your cunt taking his cock ever so slightly clashing with the distant swishing of the waves of the beach at shore.

Your toes clenched as you tried to keep yourself up, your back pressed against his front as he worked at pleasuring himself as well. Tamaki moved to nuzzle your neck, his lips pressing against your skin and peppers light kisses and bites to mark up your skin. You moved to reach down to relieve yourself from the build up of arousal only being stopped from the thing that wrapped around your wrist. The bundle of nerves between your legs ached as it needed stimulation for you to get your proper work. Your hips bucked at wanting to touch yourself, tilting your head back onto his free shoulder to speak to him.

“T-Tama…” You looked up at him as he looked down at you, your eyes pleadingly searching for sympathy for him to hear you out. “Tama rub my clit.” You were going to speak up again but stopped yourself when voices grew louder and populated outside. The possibility of the inappropriate noises alerting those outside caused you to panic, and your gaze snapped back to look at how terrible this situation was if anyone were to come inside. 

Tamaki couldn't help but smile as he observed the adrenaline rushing through your body as you dedicated yourself to it. For that you deserved to be rewarded. One of the tips slithered down as asked and did exactly as told without wasting any time. His cocked twitched at your expression falling into one of ecstasy, but as always, he wanted to see more. He dropped your legs and stood up carefully, holding your back close to his front and increasing his thrusts pace. His hips were precise in their ramming, hips angled properly to hit up at your g-spot that always made you weak.

Your legs trembled as his tip continuously prodded against it. Your head felt light and you had forgotten about the people outside as quickly as you had realized they were out there. You bowed your head as you took his unrelenting thrusts, enjoying way too much at the fact that any and everyone could hear you. There was no room for any coherent thoughts as he fucked you inside the small box, only regiesting the pleasured sensations of his cock sliding inside of your cunt. Your fluids dripped down your legs as you had slicked up that much to the point it was too easy for him to move. The tentacle at that pressed and sucked at your clit made you see stars, tensing up as you came closer to impending orgasm. 

“Nghhh~” You clenched your jaw and squeezed your eyes shut, an unrestrained whine leaving your mouth as he dragged on your climax. Your body shook as he didn’t stop playing with your clit and gyrated his hips into yours to find the release he was chasing as well. 

“Y-Y/N…!” He gasped, pressing his pelvis against your ass and came inside of you. His tentacles tightened to keep you close not letting any of his cum escape from you. You groaned as his warm semen filled you up, some spilling out by the sheer amount of itself. You hadn't before when he finished, his tentacles did too. The white substance coated your beautiful skin, giving you no decency to leave the changing boother. You softly painted to catch your breath, missing his hot body against yours when he leans away and admires how your reflection looks in front of you. He clears his throat as he hesitantly pulls away, still holding you up in his arms. 

“Everyone is here now, we should get going.” He doesn’t mind the stickiness of your body, smiling softly down at you as he uses the spare towel you bring in case of emergencies to clean you down. You gently nod at his suggestion, still trying to recuperate from the pounding you just received. You held onto him as you got dressed, waiting for him to finish. He grabs the beach bag when he’s sure both of you are set, gripping your hand and leaving as if nothing had happened. You could feel cheeks get hot as you avoided people stares, choosing to stay close to him the whole trip.

Oddly enough, you had hoped you two would try more risky things soon.

[angelamajiki]

Hoi, can you please write a yandere Tamaki x reader (smut) fic? I'm not sure how descriptive you want me to get, but I do have a childhood friends sort of idea. Like they're friends as kids and after he moved he's been obsessed with seeing the reader again.

PARINGS: Tamaki Amajiki x Quirkless! Gender Neutral! Reader

CW: yandere, noncon, kidnapping, incel tamaki, dom tamaki, degradation, gender neutral reader, choking, tentacles, cutting, bone breaking, facefucking, inappropriate use of quirks, painplay, tamaki is a Mean Boy

AN: here she is, mean dom tamaki!! this has been requested for a while, so enjoy :) <3

Tamaki never stopped thinking about you since he was forced to leave you all those years ago in middle school. He didn't want to, but quirkless students such as yourself almost never entered U.A., even in general studies. Having known you since he was a small child, the boy was heartbroken when the two of you separated ways, vowing to become an incredible hero for you.

All his training was motivated by you, becoming strong for you, becoming enough for you. Everything he did was for you. Not that you knew that, he hardly spoke to you after his entrance exam. Tamaki wanted to make sure he was guaranteed to be worthy of your love and affection, so he did what he does best and hid in the shadows

But that was just the thing, Tamaki never forgot about you, not even for a second. The more he grew into his feelings, the harder it was for him to even look at your contact name without sporting a hard-on. Your Instagram hardly did you justice, but God, weren't you blossoming into a beautiful young woman.

Time flew by to his graduation from the hero course. Tamaki finally mustered up the courage to invite you, hoping that he could finally confess and share the celebration of his debut as a pro with the one he does it all for.

You were ecstatic to see your two friends again and more importantly, you were proud to introduce your boyfriend to your childhood friends. Tamaki couldn't say that he shared the same joy you did.

You just had to go and ruin his day, didn't you? Everything he worked for, everything he did for you was for naught, seeing you hold that bastard’s hand so gently. It should be his hand in yours, not that oaf’s. Was he even a hero? He wasn't good enough for you, not like Tamaki was.

Tamaki worked to be yours, you just needed to see that

———— •

“Thanks for inviting me over, Tamaki. I haven't seen you in so long, I missed you!”

Tamaki locked the door to his apartment and shuffled in after you. It was now or never.

“Yeah, there's actually something I've been wanting to talk to you about.”

He sat on the couch and patted for you to sit next to him. Once down, he put a hand on your thigh and looked in your eyes with a flushed expression. How cute, his ears still went red when he was embarrassed.

“I’m in love with you.”

You were at a loss for words, feeling the tension become heavy and awkward.

“I don’t know what to say. You know I’m dating-”

“Say...Say you’ll be mine! I did everything for you, I worked so hard to be worthy of you. Don't you see that?”

Tamaki grasped your hand in his, squeezing it right as he came in close to your personal space. He had a hopeful smile on his face, but the look in his eyes scared you.

“Listen, we haven't talked in years Tamaki. I got over my crush on you after you stopped talking to me, I'm sorry.”

His eyes searched yours as tears welled up in them as his grip tightened.

“I-It’s not fair! He doesn't deserve you, I do. I-I wanted to become a hero for you. To protect you.”

Letting out a sigh, you untangled yourself from his grip and stood up, pushing his hands away when they reached out for you again. “I think I should leave, Tama.”

“You’re a whore.”

His confidence startled you.

“Excuse me?”

His anger was evident now as he gripped you by your biceps, wildly shaking you as tears fell from his eyes

“How could you do this to me!” He spat, shoving you back down to the couch. “You're mine; you belong to me. He's just a worthless quirkless boy with no future, just like you!”

Tentacles sprouted from his fingers, wrapping you up tightly and suctioning off your clothes until you were naked before him. One prodded its way into your mouth to gag you as he spread your legs.

He was sobbing on his knees in front of you, pressing his face into your thigh before biting into your skin roughly enough to draw blood.

“I could have given you everything, bunny. A future, my love, a family, but you betrayed me. You're nothing more than a cocksleeve for me now, a hole for me to use and abuse, you two-timing bitch.”

He pulled his cock out and began to stroke himself, continuing to leave bloody bite marks all over your thighs, letting his anger get the best of him.

“I could have been so good to you.” He sobbed, pressing kisses to the marks and lapping at your blood. “Why did you do this to me? You fucking whore!”

His sobs only got louder as he continued to leave marks on your body, leaving a bloody trail in its wake while his tentacles constricted you completely. One of them wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed while he got up from the floor.

“I’ll make sure you never forget who exactly it is that owns you.”

Using his free hand, he manifested a swordfish’s head and began to carve his name into your stomach. He took his time, watching you writhe and scream in his grip while dragging out the pain.

“Hurts, doesn't it? This is nothing compared to what you've done to my heart.”

Once he finished his work, he retracted the fish and continued to stroke himself off over you. The tentacles continued to squeeze you to the point where you could feel the blood being cut off your limbs.

“I should break your legs so you can’t run away from me. W-Would you like that bunny?” He sighed happily at the thought, biting his lip as he watched you struggle.

Whining and whimpering, his hand worked even faster when he heard your muffled screams of pain from his tentacles dislocating your knees and ankles. His hips jerked in his hand when he saw you shake from the pain, finally going lack in his clutch.

“Y-You sound so cute when you’re in pain, sweetheart. Can you scream some more for me?”

He worked another tentacle into your mouth and watched as they face fucked you, leaving your lips swollen and split from the sheer stretch of the tentacles.

What happened to your sweet, shy Tamaki? The one you fell in love with all those years ago? And yet, here he was, slicing you open and breaking your bones for having a boyfriend.

“Oh fuck, I-I’m close, bunny!” Tamaki whimpered, fisting his cock fast as he positioned his hips over the cut of his name. “I love you! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

He cried, spilling his seed all over the open wound. The poor boy came buckets and saw stars from the most intense orgasm of his life. He panted, retracting his tentacles as he came down from his high.

The gravity of the situation hit him hard once he saw your mangled, broken body in front of him. He whimpered out apologies as he kissed you, doing his best to stop the bleeding from the shallow wounds he gave you.

“‘M sorry, bunny. I went overboard, I-I didn’t mean to!” He whined. “Don’t worry; I’m going to take care of you. D-Don’t move!”

Collecting himself, he ran out of the room to get his first aid kit to dress the wounds. He intended to let everything scar, but he knew he had to treat it quickly.

You, on the other hand, laid still on the couch, hiccuping and sobbing at the loss of your first love.

[just-pineapple-responses]

Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉ 

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

MORE

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

r

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

[hoodoo12]

Play and Funtime

I’ve seen lots of screenshots and fanart, but where is the written Robofizz smut?  sigh  Just have to do it myself jk jk

Although writing your first fic in a new fandom is nerve-wracking, I’m excited to do it and I hope you guys like it.

NSFW; Robofizz/imp!reader, TENTACLES YOU THIRSTY PEOPLE

@go-commander-kim @monsterlovinghours @mimiscappinisideblog @jesterfestivle @beetlebitchywitch @realmonsterboyhours @yankyo

Enjoy! `

It wasn’t your choice. You were clear on that.

But coerced by so-called ‘friends’ you found yourself in the very front row in front of the stage, with excited, chattering implings around you and excited, chattering friends on either side, all eagerly waiting for the show to start. You’d even been forced to enter the big top early, “to get the best seats!”, so now you were a combination of both bored and a wee bit anxious.

That clown always unnerved you.

The sparks, the glitches, the unnatural movements that were much more fluid than you thought should be possible--if anything was impossible here, with enough imagination or lacking that, determination and money--the AI that seemed a little bit too good . . . the Robotic Fizzarolli was not your idea of family entertainment. 

But here you were. You vowed to keep your head down during the show, to avoid seeing the robot and his animatronic backup band, then when it was over you could all leave and go do something actually fun.

When the lights went down you dropped your chin. Everyone else was cheering, so no one would notice you were not. 

Just as you remembered from your early imphood, the spotlight lit up and the Robotic Fizzarolli burst onto the stage in full song. The rest of the audience clapped and sang along. You remained steadfast in your resolve to just wait this out, your eyes locked on your clasped hands in your lap. 

Which meant you were completely taken off guard when a hand slipped under your chin and lifted your head. 

You found yourself face to face with the robot, who was focused solely on you, grinning widely, showing a large number of sharp teeth. 

“N-n-not having f-fun?” it asked.

“Wha-what? N-no--I mean yes,” you stuttered in surprised response, inadvertently sounding like you had a glitch as well. 

The robot cocked its head a bit too far to be natural, its optic sensors giving nothing away while it studied you. The crowd in the stands, including your friends, were watching with breathless anticipation. 

“I th-think you could be having a better t-t-time,” the Robotic Fizzarolli concluded, but to your immense relief, it released your chin and returned to the stage to finish its number, to the return of screams and cheers of delight. 

Soon after, the curtain closed and you sighed in relief. Loudly, you told your group, “You got your show. Now let’s get out of here.” “No, look, look!” the imp next to you exclaimed. “You got a token!”

Confused, you wrinkled your brow. “A token?” “She got a token!” “She got a token!” The imps you’d come in with crowded around, more excited than during the show. You even saw some of the imps who’d been leaving the tent turn and give you what looked like envious glances. You had no idea what any of this meant. “Look look look!” Finally you had the wherewithal to realize they were talking about something in your hand. It was exactly what they said--a flat, oval token etched on both sides with the jester’s face, and what looked like circuitry embedded in it. Very tiny letters around the edge spelled out, “Robofizz’s Play and Funtime!” You had to squint to read them. You had no idea where it came from. Your friends continued to talk over each other in their excitement.

“Robofizz gave it to you! When he came down and talked to you!” “Oh my gosh--yes! That must have been it!”

“You’re so fucking lucky! I’d kill to get one of those!” All the chatter didn’t make you less confused. The Robotic Fizzarolli must have given it to you somehow? You’d been so startled when it touched you and addressed you directly you had no clue it’d slipped something to you. Your hands had been clasped so tightly you hadn’t noticed the small token. Feeling overwhelmed, you offered it to them. “Then you can have it! Take it!” But as excited as your friends were, they all declined with explanations that it only worked for the imp it was given to, that there was some technology that imprinted on the imp who touched it first, so as jealous as they were, it was useless to them. You had never heard about anything like this before, but then again, you always bolted out the exit when the show was barely over.

Still feeling overwhelmed and now lost and stupid, you asked, “What do I do with it?”

“You get to go backstage and meet Robofizz!” 

That was something you did not want to do, but your friends would have none of that loser talk. They insisted you were selected, it was a rare treat, you were not letting them down by pussing out on having a private meet-and-greet with the star of the show! Despite your weak protests, you were herded along to a discreet door hear the stage. They--not you--knocked, and when a small window opened and suspicious eyes appeared, they--not you--told whoever was there that you had a token.

“Show me,” a low voice ordered, though the door. Resigned, you held up the disk.

There was a grunt, and the sounds of multiple locks disengaging. In another moment, the door creaked open. There was no one in the hallway beyond. “Come on, let’s go!” the same voice ordered. Your friends pushed you through the doorway, shouting good luck and have fun! The door slammed shut on them and it same clanking of the locks came again to secure it. It was much more ominous on this side. The hallway was dimly lit with flickering bulbs that seemed ready to die, but there was no where else to go, so you carefully made your way down it. 

⁂

You had no idea where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to be doing. Keeping hold of the token so tightly your fist hurt, you figured it had gotten you past the door so it would get you past anyone or anything else that may ask what the hell you were doing here. But there was no one to be found. In the wavering overhead lights you wandered up some stairs and found yourself on stage, behind the curtain. The animatronic band was silent on their stands, creepier when immobile and staring than when they were booted up to perform, which you had never imagined could be the case. 

The Robotic Fizzarolli was not with them. That surprised you. If these robots were here, where was the star of the show? Chills went down your spine and with a horrible thought, you glanced up into the catwalks above the stage, as if expecting to see it there like a spider waiting to drop onto its prey. 

Nothing. 

“Hello?” you finally called. 

Nothing. 

You started back towards the hallway, thinking this was a mistake. Your soft footsteps echoed oddly in the silence. You would leave and tell your friends there was nothing, that you knew it was all a waste of time. 

“H-hello there. Wel-wel-welcome!” 

Startled, you spun fast enough to trip, and were caught by the robot that haunted your nightmares. 

It leered as it groped you into standing stead on your feet again. “You were the-the one who wasn’t having fun at my sh-show! I’m so-so-so glad you decided to join me!” Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth but you managed to babble, “I wasn’t--I mean, your show was fine, it was good--” A glitchy, mechanical tsk cut you off. “No, no, no--I c-can tell. And th-that’s no good, not having fun. You seemed like you needed a little ex-extra convincing, and I’m pro-pro-programed to accommodate.”

You were sure your friends would know exactly what that might mean, but the leer had not left the robot’s face and it sounded more sinister than anything. You had seen the signage about “Peronal Companion”, but never spent too much time thinking about it--

It seemed to be waiting for a response. “I, uh . . .” You cleared your throat. “I have . . . a token?”

If it was even possible, the light of its eyes shone even brighter at the sight of you holding the disk. “Now those are fun,” it exclaimed, “for both of us. Let’s g-go.” Without another word and without warning, you were dragged deeper into the gloom further backstage. You stumbled to keep up, but that didn’t slow the robot down. There were turns down hallways that seemed to go on longer than should be possible for an amusement part theater, but finally, when you were out of breath and completely turned around, you were hauled to a stop outside another door. 

“Before w-we go in, g-g-giving or re-receiving?”

The glitches in its voice made it even more difficult to understand what the hell it was saying. Several moments passed while you untangled the question in your head. The Robotic Fizzarolli waited with mechanical patience and an unsettling stillness, although its eyes never left yours. “Uhmm . . .” The token had been given to you, like a gift, so would it be odd to ask for more? But you were the guest here. “ . . . receiving? I guess?” That leer returned to its face. There was a faint clicking noise, as if something was shifting inside the robot’s body, and it said, “Excel-excellent choice.”

It opened the door and ushered you inside. 

The room was designed for imps in mind. Well, imps of a certain predilection. Whips, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, ball gags, harnesses, various sizes of dildos--also in various shapes--hung neatly on the walls. Some wooden contraption with shackles at various points stood in a corner. There was a bench that looked as though it could be raised to various heights with the same shackles, but also a split for a tail to fit through if the imp secured on it was on their back. There were other instruments and adornments you had no name for, as your eyes swept the room.

“D-don’t l-look so worried,” the robot assured you, although you weren’t reassured in the least. “All that is only if-if it’s chosen. The selection is com-completely randomized.” You tore your eyes away from the implements in the room. “What do you mean?” “The-the-the token. Put it in the slot, and we’ll see wh-what prize you get.” That made little to no sense, till you realized Robofizz indicated a small slot on its side. Carefully, you raised your hand and pushed the token into it, which made the robot give a full body twitch like an extra jolt of electricity ran through it. You jerked your hand back; the sparks that flew from it haphazardly were one of the things you disliked most about it. 

There was a clanking noise, like the token was hitting and bouncing off things inside its body, plus a odd, whirring noise. You realized a panel on its chest was actually a screen, and something was spinning inside it. It was a blur, but gradually began to slow enough that you could see whatever it was had words etched on it. Now it was slow enough you could read them as they moved into and out of the screen. bdsm tentacles

vibration

Round and round they went. The words continued to flick past, gradually becoming slower and slower.

With a dawning that took you way too long, it became apparent whatever the last word was going to be was the decision. Maybe other imps or demons would use the Robotic Fizzarolli as personal companion and know exactly what they wanted, but there was also a randomizer feature to keep things lively!

The robot continued to stand eerily still as this continued. It was like both of you were holding your breath in anticipation.

The roller slowed enough to halt. The final outcome that you weren’t even sure you were prepared for blinked on and off in tiny white lights on his chest--

“Tentacles,” Robofizz announced.

⁂

“Tentacles?!” you squeaked. 

You got a nod in response. “A very pop-pop-popular feature. Would you like to remove your clothing, or simply re-relax and let me do all the w-work?” “But-but . . . there’s no bed or--” you cast your eyes around the room again, looking for anything that would lend weight to your argument that maybe just a simple handshake and an autograph would suffice. “No bed n-n-needed,” Robofizz countered. “I am designed to not need to sit or lay down, and-and I am pro-programmed to support you in m-multiple positions.” He was between you and the door, and now the aforementioned tentacles made their appearance, slipping out from some unknown port in his back. They were striped and limber, flexing as though they’d been kept in too small an area for too long and needed to work out the kinks. That couldn’t be the case, being a machine, so all you could figure was that it was designed to imitate life. The first of them--you weren’t even sure of their number--moved through the space between you and the robot. “Fizzarolli--” “Oh, such f-formality! No n-n-need for that either, baby.” That was the first time it’d used a pet name, again probably designed to make this all more personable. “Call me Fizz,” he cooed, all the while still showing too many teeth, invading your personal space, and managing to wrap you up with two tentacles. They pulled you into his torso, which wasn’t as cold as you expected it to be. Neither were the tentacles, now that you thought about it. More of them began to nose around you. “Some rules, baby. This can go as hard as you want. J-just say the word. N-n-nothing’s off limits. My-my-my next show is this evening, so you have me-me-me till then . . . you want ex-extra time, you gotta p-pay for it. “Q-Questions?” Dumbly, you shook your head. “Then let’s b-begin.”

⁂

You’d never be able to give enough detail about the encounter. You’d been asked, multiple times, and simply couldn’t put it into words. How could you describe the unusual sensuality of tentacles sliding under your clothing and removing it from you? How could you impress how strong but delicate they were, wrapping around your limbs with the perfect amount of pressure, raising you off your feet so you felt like you were floating? How you could possibly tell them that other tentacles roamed your skin, tickling you, exploring, awakening new erogenous zones you were unware exisited? How could you admit that all of that lasted an indeterminate amount of time, until you were writhing against the restraint, not to get away, now, but to try and pull him--the Robotic Fizzarolli was no longer an genderless it in your mind, but a him--closer while begging for more? When tears filled your eyes at the force of your pleas, he moved in closer to you, almost close enough to kiss. He seemed fascinated by your tears, and from between his sharp teeth came what must be the robot equivalent of a tongue. It lapped at your cheek, collecting the wet. You had no idea what that was all about, but in the next moment couldn’t devote any time to wondering. As promised, Robofizz accommodated. You’d asked, and another tentacle from Robofizz filled you in smooth, firm motion. You arched your back at the pleasurable friction it created inside you.  

How could you continue to admit that your begging didn’t stop, but increased, wanting, no needing more while being fucked suspended in mid-air by an amusement park clown? That the random showers of sparks that you hated before became something you craved, each little spark leaving a mild burn on your skin that didn’t hurt, but only served to make your nerve endings sing out? Or that during it all he’d talked, the rasp and glitching words of dirty encouragement to, “take it deeper” and “you’re soaking w-w-wet” and “gr-greedy little slut”, which only added to the debauchery, that although it was obvious he could and would be rough and aggressive he gave you just what you needed, and all you wanted was more and more and more-- Even after all that, the finale that would be hard for anyone to believe, including yourself if you didn’t experience it: Robofizz telling you, after you’d been wrung dry from countless orgasms, that the tips of his tentacles--and other, specific, parts of his body--were laced with nano-circuitry to simulate nerves, and he could feel every single internal clutch around his tentacle--

The session ended with you sucking on the tips of multiple tentacles, like an assortment of cocks, while still being fucked to a few more orgasms. When you were finally released, your legs were weak and you were drenched between your legs. You’d drooled so much you were laved with spit. It took you a bit of time to collect yourself and get your clothes back on; your hands trembled with residual bliss for long moments. Robofizz, whose tentacles disappeared again, walked you back to the corridor you’d come in. “Five m-m-minutes till showtime,” he told you.

You had no idea if robots had a sense of humor, but you tried anyway. “That was a pretty good show you just put on.” You got that unnatural head cock again, but he grinned and reminded you, 

“You want ex-extra time, you gotta p-pay for it.” “I know,” you replied, already trying to calculate how you could afford to return and book another private “Robofizz’s Play and Funtime!”. You were eager to try out different features. “How do I . . .?” “The-the d-door will remember you. It’s h-his job,” the robot answered your unfinished question, as if it was one he got frequently. You nodded as if you understood, then impulsively stretched upward to kiss him. He wasn’t startled--he was a robot, after all--but you gave him a smile and slipped back through the door to the front of the theater. You had to find your friends. It wasn’t your choice, sitting in the audience to watch a robotic jester entertain a crowd of imps. 

But next time, it would be. 

fin!

[mango-bango-bby]

day two of asking for a yandere tamaki 👉👈 who goes batshit crazy after you calmly told him that you two should break up and then he slaps and rapes and keeps you in his room

♡ Don’t Leave ♡ (NSFW)

Day two??? I didn’t get the first request!!!! Dang it Tumblr!! Also I didn’t include the slapping because I don’t really see it in his character 

(Warning!!! NSFW, Noncon, Tentacle erotica)

“W-what d-did I d-do” Tamaki stutters practically falling to the floor in anguish. “No, no! You didn’t do anything wrong! I-I just think we’re not really working out, I just think I need time apart.” You try calm him down, you asked to come over to his place to tell him something important. You knew he probably wouldn’t take you wanting to breakup well, that he would probably cry but not that he would be this upset!

“B-but why? W-We’re meant t-to be t-together, I-I k-know it!” Tamaki blubbers, his entire face red with almost cartoonishly large tears rolling down his face. When he begins to speak he grabs you shoulders with both hands. Now you’re starting to get kind of concerned, you start getting weird vibes. “I-I think I need to leave..” You say cautiously at his sudden erratic behavior.

You know Tamaki, he is... well was your boyfriend you know he wouldn’t hurt you, he was just.. it’s like he was so clingy and insecure, he wouldn’t let you even do normal things always saying it was to dangerous. “N-No! You d-don’t understand! I-I love you! You have to s-stay here!” Tamaki wails before, he uses his quirk to slam and lock the door behind you. “T-Tamaki... stop, y-you’re scaring me” You say quietly.

No, you just didn’t understand how much he loved you! You didn’t know how much he would die for you! He would kill anyone he had to for you! You needed to know how much he loved you! “Tamaki! S-stop!” You whined, Tamaki hadn’t even realized, the tentacles from his quirk had started to wrap around you, holding you in place.

Tamaki knows he shouldn’t be doing this but when he suddenly leans forward kissing you as hard as he can, it feels right. Using his tentacles to keep you in place he pulls up your shirt and pulls down your pants throwing them on the floor. “S-stop, please! You wouldn’t do this if you loved me!” You sob trying to wiggle out of his grip. “I-I’m doing this because I l-love you” Tamaki whispers before using his quirk with his other hand to slowly move around your modesty.

“Please d-don’t cry, bunny” The use of the affectionate nickname he always called you made it worse when he started rubbing your clit before stroking along your crotch. You only begin to cry harder, Tamaki only lovingly kisses your tears away.

You let out a cry of pain when a tentacle enters you, moving around inside of you. “I-It’s ok, bunny. I-I’ll make you feel good...” is all he says as he continues pumping the tentacle inside of you. A different one begins gently rubbing your clit. You beg him to stop, but in your head you know it feels good. As he only continues he speaks words of encouragement “You’re doing s-so good”  

“I l-love you so much, I-I promise, Bunny”

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Space Australia 2.0

( Don’t forget to come see my on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord ) Zepher VI is classified as a industrial world far past the gamma nebula along the border of the rimward expanse. Nearly every inch of its surface had been converted into industrial complexes, warehouses, refineries, and living quarters for the nearly 3.5 billion inhabitants until the entire planet was nothing but a giant city. The Thule people called Zepher VI their home, though many who currently lived there would never say such a thing with pride.

A hardy people, the Thule were a humanoid species in many ways similar humans and one could even mistake them for being one were it not for their hands. Instead of a single hand with five fingers, the Thule had five separate tentacles at the wrist that would wrap around themselves and could imitate hands if needed or a variety of other forms.

The first Thule settlers to Zepher VI were in fact penial colonists sent from their home worlds prisons when over population became increasingly problematic. As more and more prisoners were sent to the penial colony the wardens and administrators began finding insidious ways to profit off their correctional workforce; sometimes even going so far as to sell some prisoners off to private entities or corporations as a slave labor force.

Eventually the roles of wardens and administrators shifted and became governors and secretaries, but the shady practices continued. All space travel was controlled through the central authority and no one could leave the world without their permission. Entire new generations of Thule citizens were born and classified as criminals from the moment of their birth as being born on Zepher VI was made illegal, thus ensuring the planet's population would be forever bound to the world.

In such decerped settings it was more than common for sub cultures to form beneath the surface of the horrendous society of Zepher VI.  Initially it was small groups, often several prisoners from the same assembly lines banding together for protection. Not long after it was the entire shift group banding together, the entire factory blocks, and then even entire sectors joining together.

A myriad of factions, territory, and history seethed beneath the surface and wared with each other for whatever control they could claim. The overseers were well aware of these events and were not blind to them; but as they saw it the scattered factions were always at each others throats leaving them unable to unify and become a credible threat to the central authority. That was until one year a new prisoner was brought to Zepher VI.

A prisoner whose crime paled in comparison to those around them.

A prisoner whose frail body made them the butt of jokes at every gathering.

A prisoner whose soft tone made them sound like a bird in a coal mine.

A prisoner who would one day inspire a planet wide revolution that would shock the Thule society for generations to come. A prisoner......who was human. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In the rusting remains of district 3-13 the only sounds that could be heard were that of the wind sweeping through abandoned machine shops and the groans of rusting machinery.

Even on a mega city world such as Zepher VI it was not uncommon for large areas to become abandoned. When some districts were improved with technical improvements  workers from surrounding districts would often pulled over and made to work in the advanced district. The surrounding districts would become increasingly run down and decerped and would remain as such until an overseer saw the need to improve a district and thus repeat the process all over again.

Through the rusting causeways and overpasses several hooded figures hurried. From building to building they darted, halting only when the leading figure stopped and cocked their head to the side every now and then. Even though the district had largely depopulated that did not mean it was entirely empty. As the group rounded a corner the lead held up a hand and motioned for the group to hide.  The hooded figures dove into the shadows of nearby buildings just as a bright light came down the street.

A sensor drone passed over the area in a rotating motion as its search light ran up and down the streets. The figures dove even deeper into the shadows of their temporary refuge as the light reached ever closer to them. Just as it was about to reach one of them the sensor drone stopped and continued down the street resuming its search.

The figures rose from their hiding places and continued down the passageways with renewed fervor until finally they reached their destination inside the crumbling remains of a foundry.

Traveling deeper inside the foundry the group finally found a large metallic door near the basement level and pounded five times, then three times, and then six times. Creaking loudly the door then opened and the huddle group were ushered inside.

As Raphi removed his hood he took stock of those already present.

In the corner of the room he saw Multak and his metal breakers. They still wore their heat repelling suits and stood together facing outward. Metal breakers in general were some of the most paranoid of the Thule, but when you work with materials that could melt your flesh in a flash it came with the job. Multak wasn't the oldest of the metal workers, but he was built up as the largest and most muscular of them and under his watch accidental deaths had significantly dropped.

Opposite the metal workers were two different groups deep in a heated discussion. On one hand Raphi saw the threaders and their leader Jip, and the organic farmers and their leader Kelp. He couldn't hear them perfectly but from what Raphi could hear was that the Jip was expressing some displeasure over the lack of materials while Kelp was stating the threaders demands could not be met by their current livestock.

There were several other scatter groups in the basement but none of them had as much strength as the others, nor the member count to have enough influence to have an impact outside of their district.

Raphi and his group were known as the Saviors and handled all the medical needs for at least five different districts.

"We shouldn't be here."

Raphi turned as Lilt spoke, his eyes darting back and forth between the groups.

"You scare to easily brother, be calm." Hal's reply was calm but soft spoken.

Raphi had brought the brothers with him for their individual skill sets. Hal was strong and capable of holding his own in the event of violence, while Lilt was sharp minded and could make out the finer points.

When he first received the summons for the get together he wasn't sure what he was walking in to, but he knew that he'd need the brothers if he was going to come out of it in one piece.

"Which one of you called this?"

Raphi was drawn away from his thoughts by the cold voice of Multak.

When no one answered Multak slapped his knee and stood up. "If there is no answer, then there is no need to be here." He made to leave the room and his fellow metal breakers followed him but were stopped by a voice just before they reached the door.

"I am the one who gathered you." Multak turned as did everyone else at the voice and from the opposite side of the room a lone figure stepped out of the shadows. They were cloaked in a brown rag that looked like a patchwork of clothing held together by the thinnest string but any other features were well hidden beneath it.

"Who are you?" Raphi's said as he faced the newcomer, "And why does your voice sound strange?"

The stranger pulled over a crate and calmly sat down on it; the wood creaking underneath him.

"Who I am is of little importance compared to what I can offer." They said. "As for the voice, well;" they pulled back their hood and to everyone's surprise the speaker was not a Thule at all, "I am not from around here."

"I will not listen to alien filth!" Jip's tone was thick with disgust.

The human chuckled and raised his hands to Jip. "You don't even know what I have to offer. "

"A human has nothing to offer us." Despite their previous arguments Kelp seemed to at least agree with Jip on this and both made to leave.

"Even if what I have to offer is your freedom?"

Jip and Kelp stopped.

"You have a way off planet?" Raphi was surprised when he spoke before his mind could even catch up with him.

The human shook his head. "No, but I can help you take this world for your own."

It was a long silence before anyone spoke. The human's statement so confusing that it somehow shut down the mind of everyone present as easily as one would turn off a light. Hal broke that silence with his booming laughter.

"Why is this such a strange concept for you?"

The laughter died out once Hal saw how serious the human was.

"Because we are a penal colony." Lilt said as if pointing out the obvious.

"At one time you were," the human conceded, "but now your people cover this entire world with your industry; you are now no mere colony."

"The overseers have too much power." Multak spoke.

"Power is in the eye of the beholder my friend." The human countered.

He waved his arms around the gathered members. "If we are to talk of power, then I would say the people here in this room hold more power than any overseer or governor on this world."

He pointed at Multak. "Your metal breakers form the backbone of this world. You repair and forge everything needed to keep the machines running."

He turned to Jip and Kelp. "You both control the economic exports of this world that bring in its profit."

He then faced Raphi next. "And you, without you the health and well being of every soul in your district would be put into daily peril."

The assembled Thule seemed more emboldened now that the human had pointed out the differences. While they thought it over the human continued.

"Let me tell you a story; a story of my world from long long ago."

"There was once a great empire that dominated the seas of my world; whose grasp reached from one end of the globe to the other."

"Yet as you can imagine, it too eventually swelled with criminals and felons with no where to put them. So what did they do? They sent them to a far away land."

"Humans had penal colonies of their own?" Raphi asked, surprised to learn such a barbaric practice was not exclusive to his own people.

The human nodded. "They functioned in much a similar way to here."

He continued. "As time went on more and more convicts were sent to this colony until eventually there were more of them then the guards."

"What happened to this colony?" Lilt asked.

"Why, it gained its independence and became one of the leading nations of my world."

"A nation of criminals...respected?" Raphi couldn't believe his ears.

Again the human nodded. "What makes you think that your overseers or your governs are more deserving than you? He motioned to all those gathered. "Is there one among you that honestly believes that they are somehow superior to you?"

Multak smashed his fist into nearby barrels and sent them clanging across the floor.

"Those fat sacks of flesh would not last a minute in my forges."

The human approached him and looked up into his scorched face. "Then why do you think they are better than you?"

Multak leaned down and spoke each word slowly. "They.Are.Not.Better."

smiling, the human turned to Kelp and Jip. "And do you think that you are not capable of making this planet wealthy beyond the governors wildest visions?"

Jip seemed to take offense to that. "I could make in a month what that fat oaf makes in a year." Kelp didn't say anything but nodded in agreement.

Finally he turned to Raphi.

"And most importantly of all....do you think that your people do not deserve a better life than living off the scraps they give you to survive?"

Raphi had seen the worst of the overseers treatment come into his medical rooms. He had seen the neglect, the carelessness, the wonton disregard for basic life...

"They deserve...better."

The human placed his hand on Raphi's shoulder.

"Of course they do, and together all of us can make that vision a reality."

Multak scoffed. "I assume you have a plan then?

The human grinned. "I've one or two ideas that might work."

[akindofmagictoo]

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from my beloved @vellichor-virgo :D 

my words are nestle, scoff, mouth, hear 

nestle nest (Dragonsong) (Bedelia!!) 

The tunnel opened out into a larger cave, and they caught their first glimpse of the dragon. Pale pink, bigger than any creature Isi had ever seen… and asleep, curled up in a nest of sorts against the far wall. Its scaly sides rose and fell, slowly but rhythmically. 

Isi paused, taking a moment to marvel at the creature’s sheer size. A sweet smell lingered in the cave; another glance at the dragon told her its nest might be the source. Plants and flowers of all colours and sorts stuck out of it, flattened under the dragon’s weight. 

“It’s beautiful,” breathed Robin behind her. 

scoff (Dragonsong) 

They continued in silence only for a few more minutes. Isi glanced around the next corner only to find several more knights coming their way. She pulled her head back as quickly as she dared and readied her sword. Behind her, others did the same. 

She held up a hand, paused a beat, and stepped out into the open. 

“There you are,” said the one in the lead. 

Isi squared her shoulders. “I don’t want to fight you, but I will if I have to.” 

“You think we’re just going to let you pass?” 

“I am no threat. I wish simply to speak to the king.” 

The knight scoffed and lunged at her, sword ready. She stepped to the side. Too slow. The blade seared along her thigh, leaving a burning line in its wake. Not deep, but painful. She advanced past the knight—Sierra or someone else would deal with them. She could deal with one of their companions. 

mouth (Dragonsong backstory) (tw implied romance) (ah i love my boys) 

By now, the sun had dipped below the horizon altogether, and the blue tones of dusk had claimed the small training ground. Henry sighed. Jasper had a point, but he hated feeling so helpless. Still, perhaps for the time being he was a little short on options. “Maybe I need to follow you around, so you can be my bodyguard.” The suggestion sounded ridiculous as soon as it left his mouth, but a small part of him rather liked the sound of spending more time with Jasper. A chance to get to know him better, perhaps, when he could actually hold a coherent conversation. 

hear (Hurricane) (also love my girls. Aella you dork.) 

Three tentacles surfaced and Aella shouted, “Fire!” 

The Hurricane bucked as the first two cannons fired together. One of the tentacles reached out towards them. Aella prodded it with her pole. It recoiled, but another tentacle wrapped around the pole and jerked it from her hands so fast it burned the skin of her palms. 

“Hey!” She winced and stepped back from the rail. 

“Don’t think it can hear you, Aella,” said Elizabeth. 

Aella shrugged. “Don’t think it cares, either, but I do.” There was a spare pole lying by the mast, which she went to grab, but then thought better of it and scampered up the stairs to the helm instead. “Ma, do we need to keep signalling the gun crew?” 

tagging @zmlorenz @diphthongsfordays @teriwrites @chayscribbles and anyone else who wants to play! no pressure, of course. your words are feet, feel, free, fear