#the answer to the question if i really have tentacles is yes

[lilisettean]

Glittering Scales | Rafayel/Reader

About: You didn't know what to expected when Rafayel texted you to get him bags of ice near midnight. You thought it was for some art piece he was working on and didn't question it. Turns out, it was for something you did not expect. At all.

Pairing: Rafayel/Reader

Notes: Based on that mermen having 2.... you know.... tweet.

AO3: Read here!

Warnings: Mating, Monster(?)fucking, Tentacle, No protection, Hints of breeding. Please tell me if I missed something! Also 18+ only please. Enjoy :)

“Rafayel?”

Your voice echoed throughout the empty studio. Normally Rafayel would be here to greet you, be it from the floor or on the ladder he sat on while painting. But today he was nowhere to be found.

A faint splash of water down the hallway alerted you to his presence. With a sigh, you followed the sound, your bare feet breaking the quiet that descended upon the studio. 

‘Is he painting while in the bathtub again?’ You thought as you carried bags of ice under your arms and in your hands. After going radio silent for a week, he texted you out of nowhere, asking you to get him enough ice to last him for a few days. And while you had half a mind to ask him why and where he had been, curiosity got the best of you and you agreed readily.

Another splash brought you out of your thoughts, and you sighed at what sounded to be impatient flicks of his tail against the water.

“Coming! Coming, jeez–”

The sight of Rafayel sitting in the bathtub, his tail hanging out the edge of it, greeted you. Small puddles of water dotted the tiled floor, his phone lay haphazardly on top of the pile of clothes next to the bathtub. Oddly enough, his painting equipment was nowhere to be found. 

Despite having seen his merman form– his original form, you should say, multiple times before, the shimmering blue scales that were on his tail and his skin always enthralled you. And under soft moonlight shining through the full length windows, it looked as though they glowed, drawing you in.

Before you could lift a hand to touch the scales on his tail however, he flicked it, smacking your thigh and dousing your pants with water.

“What took you so long? I am on the verge of death!”

“I had to go around and buy these for you! Why do you need them anyway?” You huffed as you set the bags of ice you bought down to the side. It was almost midnight when his text came and you had to scramble to get at least a few bags for him, lest it wasn’t enough for… whatever he’s doing. The nerve. Pinning him with a stern look, to which he innocently blinked in response, you continued.

“And you don’t get to talk! What took you so long to text me back? You were unreachable for the entire week!”

If it weren’t for the fact that you arrived back in Linkon city mere hours ago, you would’ve gone and visited him as soon as he dropped off the face of the Earth. Rafayel would never go a day without calling you at least once, so when he suddenly did not reply to any of your texts or answer any calls, you knew something was deeply wrong.

Noticing that you were eyeing him critically, he turned away from your gaze, hoping you wouldn’t pick up on anything irregular. But unfortunately for him, you did.

“Are you sick? Why does your face look so red?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned closer to inspect him. You thought it would be impossible for the blush that stained his cheeks to intensify even further, but it did. If anything, it looked like it spread to his ears too.

“Yes– Well, not really but I…” He stuttered, his usual nonchalant demeanor nowhere to be found. To you, it seemed like he was avoiding any sort of eye and skin contact. Interesting.

With a long suffering sigh, he looked towards you again, his eyes pleading. “Please just give me the ice. It’s too hot.”

“Only if you tell me what’s wrong.” You countered, but still tore open the bags anyway. He sighed in contentment the moment the ice came contact with his higher than what should be normal skin temperature. The ice that settled on his skin and his scales would soon melt and you idly wondered if you had to buy more when morning came.

‘There’s a store about 15 minutes away, maybe I should–’ A soft mumble from him interrupted your train of thought. “What did you say?”

Despite you prompting him, it took him another minute before he repeated his words.

“It’s… mating season.”

It took a few more moments before his words registered in your mind. Mating season, he said. What does that have to do with– Oh.

“Oh. And you’re…” Your eyes darted down, not so subtly wondering where his cock would be when in his original form. Nothing out of the ordinary– and was that ironic, saying that there was a merman in front of you ordinary– caught your eye.

To you, anyway. To him, however… 

Rafayel drew in a stuttered breath, desperately grasping at the shards of sanity that were slipping away from him. You being unaware of the details pertaining to merman physiology and mating rituals was making him antsy. He should’ve explained the differences between his original form and his human form a long time ago, yet couldn’t as the otherworldliness of it might scare you off. He knew you wouldn’t run away so easily but that apprehensiveness stayed because what if…?

Despite all of this, he couldn’t help but preen under your appreciation for his scales. Merpeople took great care maintaining their scales, and mermen in particular would show off theirs during mating season to attract attention from their intended.

You, being his intended, who was now perched on the edge of the bathtub, touching and admiring his scales, would be interpreted as acceptance to the mating ritual. But there was no ritual, nor request from him, so it was all null and void. He pointedly ignored the disappointment that seeped into his gut. This was for the best and for your own good, he thought, and yet–

“Do you… want me to help you?” You asked as you traced the edges of his scales, not catching the hitch in his breath when your fingers trailed further and further up his tail.

“I’d rather not. My physiology is not what you’d expect.” 

“And let you sit here for days on end?” 

“...” Rafayel bit his lip. You had a point. The constant neediness brought by his biology made it difficult for him to focus on anything of note. But what if you rejected him once you saw what was in store for you? It would feel like that day all those years ago all over again, when you didn’t remember him despite him spending so much time looking for you.

He shook his head at that. No, he should have more faith in you. And so with much trepidation, he relented. “If you are that determined, I won’t stop you. But…” He trailed off, grabbing your arm and yanked you towards him, causing water to splash out of the bathtub and onto the floor. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“At least let me take my clothes off–”

“No need.” With a snap of his fingers, his flame Evol materialized and he brought the gentle flame to your clothes. And within seconds, every piece of clothing on you burned away, leaving you exposed to the warm summer’s night air. 

“Rafayel!” It always tickled whenever he did that, a fancy trick he liked to use whenever he felt particularly impatient. “How long were you…?”

“Long enough.” He replied, leaning back against the bathtub to let you get used to your new position. You were straddling him, your hips sat upon the upper half of his tail. While the water both of you were submerged in was cold, icy almost, the heat from his body warmed you.

A spot on Rafayel’s tail piqued your curiosity. It was warm and softer to the touch, unlike other places. You reached down to lightly poke at said spot, only for him to hiss in warning. 

Oh. Was that where– Then how–

You prodded that spot for a bit, carefully watching Rafayel’s face while figuring out how his merman form worked. He stared right back at you, his pupils dilated and his lips parted as he watched you with interest.

“Rafayel? Can you give me that ability to breathe underwater for a moment? I want to try something…”

He arched his eyebrow at your sudden request, but didn’t comment. Wordlessly, he pulled you closer and into a kiss, wrapping an arm around your torso while tucking a few stray strands of hair that fell on your face.

A simple, chaste kiss was more than enough to give you the ability needed to breath underwater for an hour. And yet he cannot bring himself to pull away from you. If anything, he cannot stop kissing you, cannot stop his tongue from prying your lips open and pushing against yours. 

It was only when you needed air that you parted from him, albeit reluctantly. Like his, your face was flushed from the heat and the intensity of the kiss, fueling the growing fire that was threatening to take over within him.

Now equipped with the ability you needed, you shuffled away from him and dived under the cold water both of you sat in. Faintly, you could hear him ask what your goal was, but you only grinned in response.

Over water, his scales looked as though they were shimmering, glinting softly under the lights. But seeing them underwater was another story. They looked iridescent, the water around them making them almost dreamlike in its shine. But as pretty as they were, you were on a mission. A mission to see what Rafayel was hiding from you.

You poked the same soft spot that was on the front of his tail, and with a bit of prodding, you found a well hidden slit between his scales.

‘This must be it then.’ You thought as you brushed over the slit, missing the shuddered breath Rafayel had let out. You dipped a finger into the slit, and found something round– the tip, perhaps– poking at your fingertip.

You circled your fingertip around the head, coaxing it to come forward. And slowly, you feel it inch closer and closer to the opening, with warm slick coating your fingertips before dissipating into the water.

Rafayel sighed as you teased the tip of his cock, if he was in his human form he would’ve been fully hard by now. But he was in his original form, his apprehension to your eventual surprise eating at him, causing him to be slower to react. That didn’t stop his neediness to take over though, as he could feel himself getting closer and closer to revealing himself by the minute.

He was about to ask if you were doing alright, until he felt your lips on his slit. He tossed his head back, groaning at your tongue teasing his opening and his tip. He could feel his cock pushing through his slit, widening it and protruding into your more than eager mouth.

You gasped when you tasted his salty, tangy tip in your mouth. While it tasted the same as his human form, the tip was smoother and coated with more precome than you expected.

The similarities between his human form’s cock and his original form ended there, you quickly realized. As soon as more of his cock emerged from his sheath and into your waiting mouth, you felt there were ridges on the side of it. Fleetingly, you wondered as you dragged your tongue across the ribbed sides, whether there were more surprises waiting for you. This cannot be it, right? There had to be more which would explain his visible apprehension.

As soon as that thought ended though, Rafayel suddenly cradled your chin, and coaxed you to resurface. 

Unlike earlier, when he still looked like he had some semblance of control, his stormy purple eyes were now focused, pinning you in place as though you were his prey. The nervousness that was evident before was now gone, replaced with a growing hunger. Hunger that could be only satisfied by having–

“You.” He panted, pulling you closer and closing the too wide gap between you and him. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Merpeople… My people mate for life. There will be no going back after this.” He stated, doing his best to ignore his growing cock poking at your inner thigh. He had to warn you before you walk into uncharted territory, clueless to the repercussions again. While this was not life threatening, like the things you usually run head into first, it was severe enough wherein if you had denied the bond that formed afterwards, it would tear him apart.

“I think we are past that point of no return, no? With all the vows I’ve made to you.” You replied as you tucked away the damp strands of hair that clung to his forehead, pressing a reassuring kiss on his temple. And that was true. The promise you made when you two were children, the vow you made next to the hospital fountain late at night. You promised you would never leave his side, so why would you leave now?

Rafayel laughed in relief, burying his face between your breasts as he clung to you. With the emotional hurdle out of the way, what was left was the more physical hurdle. Unlike before, however, he felt less worried about this one now.

“I hope you are prepared then.” He smiled as he littered quick kisses all over your decollete, inching closer to your neck and then your lips. “Because after this…”

“I will never let you go.”

Rafayel captured your lips with his once more, the kiss slow but all the more passionate. With his worries soothed, he slotted his emerging cock against your mound, wanting you to feel the effect you had on him as you kissed.

It wasn’t long before the kisses turned less than chaste. You gasped as he left open mouthed kisses down your neck, suckling on the skin beneath his lips as he thrusted his cock against you. The bumps on the underside of his shaft rubbed and teased your clit perfectly, and you couldn’t help but return the favor by shifting your hips to his rhythm, making him grow thicker and thicker by the moment.

You had a feeling that his cock wasn’t just ribbed while you grinded against him. You can’t exactly explain why, other than there were parts of his shaft that felt… softer to the touch, despite knowing that he’s turned on beyond relief.

“Rafayel–” 

“Mmh?” He hummed as his mouth left another love bite on your neck, pausing to admire his handiwork.

“Can I… Will you let me see it?” You asked, reaching down to drag a finger across his tip. He shuddered at your touch, and you felt his cock twitch in interest. It seemed that his drive to mate was slowly taking over, as all he could muster was a nod.

With his permission, you tore away from him, giggling when he whined at the loss of contact. You reassured him with a quick kiss to his cheek, and dodge his clingy hands when you retreated. Inhaling one deep, steadying breath, you steeled yourself, and looked down.

Oh. Oh. 

Was that a sight to behold.

Through the clear water, you saw his cock in its full glory. His tip was round, like humans, but that was where the similarities ended. It was flushed dark blue, his cock the same color as his scales. 

You dived underwater again to take a closer look, your curiosity getting the best of you. Immediately, you spot that there were bumps and ridges down the shaft and all the way to the base. His cock both intimidated you, and made your walls clench.

But that wasn’t all.

Curled around his cock was a tentacle shaped like a smaller shaft. Like what it was wrapped around, the tentacle flushed blue and had small lumps on the sides. It was slimmer in comparison, but still as thick as his finger. With avid interest, you reached out to touch it, and was surprised when it unfurled itself and curled around your finger, coaxing you to come closer.

Like a creature under a sea witch’s spell, you inched closer, fascinated by the cock in front you. And before you knew it, you curled your fingers around his base, testing how the bumps felt under your skin by stroking it.

Above the surface, Rafayel gasped as you touched both of his cocks, and groaned when you brought both of them to your lips. He was relieved you accepted the otherworldly nature of them without any hesitation, and were even eager to pleasure him.

With both of his cocks in your mouth, you quickly realized that they, especially the smaller one, leaked more precome than expected, perhaps to make up for the lack of lubrication underwater. The salty taste filled your mouth as you circled your tongue around the larger tip, the smaller one pushing against your tongue and stimulating itself. Its movements made your heat clench at nothing again, and you wondered. How would this feel like if he fucked you now?

Rafayel gathered all your hair that was floating underwater, and held it behind your head. He wanted a clear picture of you sucking on his cocks and by God did he want to thrust himself deep into your mouth at the sight. But he relented. You were still new to this and he rather not risk you choking while underwater.

Pulling away from his cocks, you resurfaced one more to admire them from afar, only to be assaulted by another kiss. 

Rafayel had enough of his mate being so far from his embrace, he needed you in his arms and on his cock, now. Tugging you towards him again, he maneuvered you so that you would be flush against his cocks, making sure you knew what was in store for you moments later.

Unlike last time where he would grind against you however, he reached down to prod your entrance, spreading your folds with his fingers. You expected him to slip his fingers in but instead, a familiar, yet not, sensation crept in, massaging your soft walls.

“You can control it.” You gasped once realization kicked in, staring at him in bewilderment. He merely blinked in response, and nuzzled the crook of your neck.  

“Does that disgust you?” He asked. While you couldn’t see his face, you could feel him tense up, his grip on you unrelenting.

“No! Nothing like that. I was just wondering… What else can it do?” 

At your reassurance, he relaxed and continued to nuzzle your neck, nipping at your skin. “You will have to find out.”

“What–”

He pulled the smaller cock away from your heat, and had it latch onto your clit. You whimpered as he teased your clit, its smooth tip and small bumps running along its side sending pleasurable shivers down your spine.

Rafayel ran a finger up your entrance while you were distracted, and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Right. He needed to drain the water around the both of you before he tried anything. The water would wash all of your juices away otherwise and make this experience entirely uncomfortable for you.

He tugged at the stopper and let the water drain away, leaving just enough water for part of his tail to be soaked in water. As the water level dropped, more and more of your skin was exposed to him; the water droplets that clung onto your skin and slid down your body taunted him. 

With the water gone and out of the way, you could finally see clearly what his cocks looked like above water. And they did not disappoint. 

The amount of precome that dripped out and down his smaller cock was staggering, coating and smearing your clit with every twitch of it. His larger cock was the same as well, precome beaded on the round tip of it before sliding down the ribbed sides, his shaft glistening under the low light. 

“Do you like them?” He asked, parting your dripping folds and slipping a finger inside as his smaller cock busied itself with your clit. Your sweet whimpers made both of his cocks throb, and he couldn’t wait to hear your moans when he pushed both of them inside you.

He added another finger, burying it deeper within you as you rode his fingers, your hips having a mind of its own. You were starting to get used to the two different cocks when suddenly, his smaller cock shifted, resting your clit against a dimpled surface and–

“Mmh–!” You whimpered, the realization of him not only having ridges along his cocks, but also having suckers of all things, hit you with full force. It felt similar to having his mouth sucking on your clit, and you fleetingly wondered what if his smaller cock slipped in and sucked on your walls as well.

As though reading your mind, he stopped teasing your clit with it, and slid it inside you, adding what effectively was another finger into the mix, stretching you and satiating that growing ache to have something inside you.

You moaned as his fingers slipped in and out of you, the juices from your heat and his precome mixing together and dripping out of your core. While his smaller cock wasn’t as sensitive as his bigger one, the sensations of your walls dragging against his bumpy shaft made his cocks twitch. 

The primal drive to mate, to fuck and to breed coursed through his veins. His instincts screamed at him, demanding him to push his neglected cock in you and breed you properly. It was tempting, too tempting, with you bouncing oh so wantonly on his fingers, your hands holding on to the edges of the bathtub to steady yourself. But he held back. 

As much as he wanted you to ride him while he thrusts his hips in sync to your pace– and God did that thought made another bout of precome drip from both of his cocks– he was afraid of what was in store for you. He knew once he was in, those instincts would take over and you would not be able to reason with him until it was over.

He could feel his control slipping with every heartbeat, the lustful haze that was clouding the edges of his mind seeping into the forefront. It was a challenge, a manageable one, until you curled your fingers around his larger cock.

“Nnh–” He groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand as you stroked the underside of it and traced all the bumps it had. It took him a few steadying breaths not to thrust up and rut against your palm. 

Through a clouded haze, you fixated upon the cock in your hands as you rode the other. It was bulging and pulsing at different places, with some parts flushed deeper blue than the others. You didn’t fully comprehend it yet, the question of whether you can take it all plagued your mind. All you knew that whatever this was, you wanted in you. Now.

“...Are you sure?” Rafayel asked breathlessly as you pulled his fingers and his smaller cock out of you and teased the larger cock with your heat. You drawing circles on his tip with your entrance made him pulsate, staining you with more precome. His hands were now on your hips and he had half a mind to just push you down his shaft in one go.

“I won’t stop until I’m done, you know.” He cautioned again, one final warning before those little slivers of sanity that he had disappeared like foam. His smaller cock caressed your dripping folds and held them to the side, allowing him better access when he inevitably sank you down his eager cock.

“I know.” You responded as you lowered yourself down, slowly taking his cock in inch by inch. It was hot and the throbbing ridges rubbed against your soft walls, forcing more juices to flow out of you. You paused midway to let yourself get used to the foreign feeling, and watched him as he tried to keep his face in check.

Your tight warm walls made it increasingly difficult for him to hold back, especially when you clenched tentatively around him. He understood why you stopped halfway, as his larger cock grew thicker at the lower half until flaring out at the base. But he felt like you were teasing him at this point, with you dragging the upper half of his cock out and pushing it back in over and over again.

“Darling…” He hissed as you rode him, his grip on your hips vice like. Following your lead, he shallowly pumped his larger cock in and out of you, in tune to the pace you’ve set.

The bumps on the side of his cock grazed your clit with every thrust, and before you knew it, you began to take more and more of him in, your folds spread further and further apart with the help of his smaller cock.

The urge to pull back and slam his hips into you the moment you finally, finally, took the entirety of his larger cock in was overwhelming. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling a sharp, stuttering breath.

He was fighting a losing battle against his primal instincts, but he had to hold back or–

“Do it.”

Your voice broke through the lust ridden fog that clouded his mind. Did you just give him permission–

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” You said again, nuzzling the top of his head and patting it. He was tense against you this entire time, strained and a heartbeat away from snapping. You knew he had been waiting for you to be ready, and you couldn’t help but smile at that. 

Coaxing him to finally let go of whatever inhibitions he had, you clenched your walls around him once more, forcing a quiet moan out of him. “Please Rafayel… Please fuck me.”

And like a light switch flipping, he dragged his larger cock out without warning, only giving you a second to process before slamming back into you. Every thrust filled you to the brim, and you could feel his hot precome leaking and spreading all over your walls as he thrusted.

“Rafayel– Mmh–” You moaned between open mouthed kisses, his lips capturing yours every time you managed to slip away. One of his hands held you in place as he fucked upwards into you, while the other palmed at your breast, tweaking and brushing over your nipple as your breasts bounced to the pace he had set. You had to wrap your arms around his shoulders then, or else you would’ve toppled at the sheer intensity of his thrusts.

At some point, when you cannot pinpoint exactly anymore, his smaller cock pulled away from your folds and prodded your entrance, slipping inside and pushing against your tight heat. The sudden intrusion forced your half lidded eyes open, and before you could mention it, the suckers dotted on the underside of his smaller cock grazed your walls, gently sucking on you from the inside.

Rafayel listened attentively to your moans as he sucked on the skin of your neck, leaving numerous bites and markings on you. His rational mind was now gone, replaced by his need to pleasure and breed his beautiful mate. He nuzzled your neck once more, your lovely moans encouraging him to keep going, spurring him on.

The steady tension that was building within your abdomen threatened to snap with every heartbeat, and you could feel yourself being close, so close, to that high that Rafayel was pushing you towards. You couldn’t help but move your hips along to his erratic rhythm, anything to get yourself closer to that point.

As though sensing your desperation, which was not difficult considering your walls fluttered more and more around him, clenching and squeezing him oh so sinfully, he pulled his smaller cock out of your heat and grinded the underside of it against your clit.

“Rafayel–!” The sensation of his suckers pulling at your clit drove you over the edge. Like a coil snapping under pressure, your heat tightened around his cock as you reached that high, clenching and spasming around it.

“My mate…” He breathed out, not once stopping to give you a break as you navigated through the pleasure he brought to you. The way your walls clasped around him as you were pushed over the edge brought his own high forward, forcing a growl past his lips as he suddenly pushed both of his cocks as deep as he could within you before letting his come spill over, releasing as much as he could inside you. 

He didn’t stop there however, he continued to pump his cocks deep into you, hoping to push his essence deeper inside with a few more unsteady thrusts.

As you paused to regain your breath, he pulled away from your neck and brushed the hair that fell messily on your face away, and kissed you as tenderly as possible. 

He looked calmer now, content even, compared to how he was before. The tension that was present on his shoulders and eyebrows was gone, dissipated along with the apprehension that he had about showing you the entirety of his original form.

A sudden glint in the corner caught your eye. It was your phone, its screen turning on most likely because of someone texting you. Next to it was your belongings and–

Oh. You forgot about the ice.

“You should’ve told me this was going to happen instead of making me buy ice for you.” You laughed, seeing that the bags of ice had now turned into bags of water with ice chips in it. They weren’t that expensive so you didn’t really mind, but the time you spent scouring shops that were still open close to midnight was now rendered unnecessary.

Rafayel kissed your cheek and nuzzled you, still basking in the afterglow under the moonlight. “...I was scared you would reject me.” He confessed, still clinging onto you like a lifeline. “Will you let me make it up to you?”

You were about to ask how he would do that when you were acutely reminded of his cocks still being inside you, still stiff and ready for another round.

“How–”

“It is mating season after all.” He simply replied, and you noted that his eyes suddenly had a predatory glint to them, making your heat clench again and your heart race. 

“You, my darling mate… are going nowhere.”

#love and deepspace #love and deep space #love and deepspace rafayel x reader #love and deep space rafayel x reader #uh. yeah. theres tentacle #i dont even main this guy and YET #this idea was living in my brain rent free so i had to write it out

[beom-pyu]

truth or drink! (couples edition): choi yeonjun

based off those truth or drink videos by cut on yt! who's next?

other parts: beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition" soobin "engaged edition" kai "blind date edition"

nsfw! (minors dni.)

welcome to truth or drink! couples will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.

“hi, i’m y/n.”

“and i’m yeonjun.”

how long have you guys been together?

YOU: “nine months.”

YJ: “nine months, really? i thought it was already a year.”

YOU: “that friends with benefits stage doesn’t count, i think.”

YJ: “ohhh, okay, okay.”

how did you meet?

YOU: “we had a class together in our freshman year of college and i thought he was sexy.”

YJ: “that’s it? you weren’t like attracted to my kind nature and generosity?”

YOU: “no, you just looked like you had good dick.”

yeonjun shrugs at the camera, a small smile on his lips.

YEONJUN: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever said about me to your friends?

you immediately reach for the bottle of fireball, pouring your shot glass to the very top. yeonjun glances at you, to the camera, and back to you, a disbelieving puff of laughter leaving his lips.

YJ: “was it that bad?”

YOU: “you used to be an asshole, jun.”

YJ: “...okay, fair.”

YOU: when was the last time you masturbated, and where was i?

YJ: “this morning. and you were right next to me.”

YOU: “why didn’t you wake me up?”

YJ: “you’re like the devil reincarnated in the morning.”

YOU: “i thought you were into that?”

YJ: “...”

you smile as yeonjun quickly pours himself a shot.

YEONJUN: what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done sexually with an ex?

YOU: “pour me a shot.”

YJ: “no, no, i actually wanna hear this.”

YOU: “oh my god. uh—okay. i fucked one of my exes with a 10 inch tentacle dildo.”

…

YJ: “can we try this sometime?”

YOU: “yeonjun.”

YOU: if i was put in a coma, how long would you wait for me?

YJ: “at least a good… year? maybe two.”

YOU: “wow… you wouldn’t wait an eternity for me? am i not the love of your life?”

YJ: “hell no. you run up my wifi bill.”

YEONJUN: when was the last time you faked an orgasm and why?

YOU: “i've never faked one.”

YJ: “you heard it here, folks.”

YOU: what would you think if you caught me watching porn?

YJ: “without me?”

YOU: “he’s actually said this before.”

YJ: “what if it was me?”

YOU: “‘again?’”

YJ: “okay, next question.”

YEONJUN: if our sex life was a porn genre, what would it be?

YOU: “dominatrix meets pegging meets cuckhold meets—”

YJ: “none of this is true by the way.”

you give him a pointed look

YJ: “some of it is true.”

YOU: have you ever had a crush on any of my friends before we started dating?

YJ: “you never brought me around your friends!”

YOU: “i’m pretty sure i did, like once or twice. it would’ve been awkward 'cause they knew we were fucking.”

YJ: “i brought you around my friends and they knew—wait, did you have a crush on any of my friends?”

YOU: “...pour me another shot, please.”

YEONJUN: name two celebrities you’d want to have sex with if we weren’t together.

you immediately take a shot.

YJ: “woah, wait why?”

YOU: “because i’d like a peaceful drive home.”

YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?

YJ: “maybe like… seven. eight?”

YOU: “you’re lying.”

YJ: “i’m not! do you think i’m a whore?”

YOU: “well, i’m dating you, so yes.”

YEONJUN: have you ever thought about cheating on me?

YOU: “you already know, but i’m taking a shot.”

YJ: “this is actually a funny story. so, there’s this guy named soobin—”

YOU: “okay, slow down—”

YJ: “and y/n didn’t cheat, but they asked if we could have a threesome—”

YOU: “we did have the threesome, by the way.”

YJ: “yes, we did.”

YOU: “we should call him later.”

YJ: “nah, i think we scared him off for good.”

YOU: have you ever considered having an open relationship?

YJ: “surprisingly, no. this is probably the first stable relationship i’ve ever been in and i don’t have any intentions on being with someone else right now.”

YOU: “agreed.”

YJ: “you’re all mine, baby.”

YOU: “...can i take a shot, just for that?”

YJ: “shut up, you love it.”

YEONJUN: what’s the one thing you would change about me?

YOU: “hm… well, you do get super defensive about the littlest things.”

YJ: “i do not! what the hell?”

you deadpan the camera.

YOU: what’s my biggest flaw?

YJ: “you’re like a borderline workaholic.”

YOU: “i agree with that.”

YJ: “and me?”

YOU: “hm… you’re very, very forgetful.”

YJ: “i’m like dory.”

YOU: “yea, except dory is actually cute.”

…

YJ: “is the video almost over?”

YEONJUN: what’s your favorite thing about me?

YOU: “you always manage to make me feel safe and loved, even when my confidence is really low.”

YJ: “woah… i thought you were gonna say my stroke game or something.”

YOU: “i mean… that too.”

YOU: why do you love me?

YJ: “who said i love you?”

YOU: “cut the cameras.”

YJ: “i’m kidding, i’m kidding. um, well i feel like i always have? like we’ve been friends for so long, but no one has ever made me feel the way you do. i’ve never been happier… like i’m my true self around you, and i know i can be because you’d never judge me for that, yknow?”

YOU: “awe. guys, i’m gonna cry.”

YJ: “they’re actually crying, look. zoom in.”

YOU: “and that’s a wrap! thank you for watching this video! don’t forget to like and subscr—”

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#txt imagines #txt drabbles #txt fluff #txt smut #yeonjun imagine #txt x reader #txt x y/n #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun fluff #beom-pyu

[crxshed-skxlls]

Hey, could you do Slenderman headcanons with a fem reader

Yes! I can most certainly do those headcanons. Your sins are my command 🙏

— ❝ 16 Slender man x Fem!Reader headcanons

NSFW tags: exhibitionism / voyeurism, bondage, s&m elements, tentacles, teratophilia, dacryphilia, master kink, breeding elements, mentions of oral sex (female recieving), aftercare headcanons

As always, viewer discretion is advised.

Credits to the divider here.

Slender is a Service Dom. He rather takes joy in watching you melt with pleasure before he ever tries to pleasure himself. It turns him on more watching you beg and plead for more action anyways.

Slender loves watching you roam around. Whether it be normal hiking some forests or visiting a local park, Slender loves to watch you fill with a certain unease every time he's around. It turns him on as he prowls around to earn a reaction from you.

Whether he knows or not, you are also into his prowling gaze whenever hes around. Even if he was peeking at your window while you changed, it didn't matter to you.

Contrary to popular belief, Slender does have a mouth. Though covered in a thin layer of skin, he can easily crack open his mouth to reveal his sharpened teeth and slick tongue. Speaking of his tongue, Slender's tongue is easily the best to use during cunnlilingus (oral sex). It's long enough to hit all the best places.

I am a firm believer that Slender would use petnames like Doll, Madame, and Miss. He also loves your endearing petnames like sir, master, and (annoyingly enough) "Slendy"

Slender's tentacles are actually rather sensitive and slick, being that they're made of a special membrane that coats his special tendrils. (He also has a tentacle cock with the same slick membrane)

Slender likes to restrain you during sex. He likes sliding his soft tendrils around your wrists or another part of your limbs as he pounds into you. He finds it arousing to watch you struggle under him.

Slender has dacryphilia. He adores watching you cry whether it be from pleasure or pain, and it always makes his heart flutter with pleasure.

Slender is a sadist. After he soon found out about any of your masochistic tendencies, he went all out to inflict sweet, sensual pain as much as possible on you.

He loves to lick at the bloody marks he made on you, or the scratches his hands left on your sensitive body. He even would go as far as to make you taste your own metallic tasting blood, making you flinch and moan in his grasp.

Slender always makes sure to fill you up with his semen. He always dreamed to breed you, even putting you in positions where you absolutely had to take all of it. Luckily though, you've been on birth control. (No slendy babies fortunately)

— ❝ Aftercare Headcanons

Slender always makes sure you arrive to your house bandaged and tucked in your bed. Sometimes he's so good at it you wonder if you just had a wet dream or not. You've never really been to his mansion before, but you always pondered what it would look like. (And if Slender had a custom bed for him; he's a tall man)

When given the chance, Slender loves to converse about anything you wish. However it may be, from answering the most confusing questions, or answering your delirious comments. He may go rough on you during sex, but he definitely has a tone shift after.

Slender loves to cuddle. He likes to keep you close to him as he picks you up from the forest ground. His tentacles nuzzling you in a comfortable grasp as you catch your breath.

Slender always offers to help you to bathe. Considering how much of a trouble it is to clean off grime and blood from your body, he took it upon himself to help you on the hardest days.

The way you can describe Slender in his "casual" mood is "a protective gentleman". He has sophisticated manners and always talks to you in a gentle tone. When it begins raining, he often takes off his tuxedo and lends it to you before you can go inside. He always keeps a possessive presence with you however, keeping you in a protective hold wherever you go.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #not safe for minors #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #mdni #smut #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta headcanons #fem!reader #slenderman smut #slenderman x you #slenderman x y/n #slenderman x reader #slenderman #slenderman headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #headcanons #creepypasta hcs #slenderverse #terato x reader

[atrueneutral]

Hi! I adore how you write from Raphael's perspective, it's so good! I wanted to send you this prompt; I hope you enjoy.

Raphael monologuing and/or being his smug self only to be surprised by "his" little mouse interrupting him by grabbing the collar of his clothing and dragging the cambion in to a searing kiss before she says something like 'You talk to much' or 'I got the gist, thank you' and gracefully striding off before he can even think to react. (your choice if Tav does this when it's just her and Raphael or if she pulls this stunt in front of a group of her companions who would likely be left there stunned for a few moments as well)

Thank you! For this prompt, I had to go with Tav’s POV! —

“-and therefore the Orphic Hammer is your best option - I am your best option. Time is becoming scarce for you and your companions. The quaking of the earth is a tell-tale sign that the end draws near, and decisions must be made if you hope to claim victory over the tadpole burrowing in your brain. The illithid cannot be trusted - relying on such a self-serving and soulless abomination brings you closer to the edge of becoming a soulless abomination yourself! I would hate for that pretty face of yours to be hideously tentacled and saw toothed…”

Raphael paused to leer at what was presently a non-tentacled face. 

“Meanwhile, I am honest and can be trusted. I have proven myself to be a man, well, a devil of my word! There is–”

She knew the human she looked at wasn’t the cambion’s true form, but that didn’t stop Tav from thinking he had nice teeth, a nice tongue, and nice lips.

Overall: Raphael had a very nice mouth.

She liked the way it smiled and smirked, how it sneered whenever her companions spoke instead of her.

Yes, it was a nice mouth with nice, soft lips that… kept moving.

Which was fine; Raphael had a lovely, rich voice to accompany his nice mouth that was soothing to listen to.

He didn’t need to talk this much; Tav had made up her mind to sign the contract days ago - without Raphael’s yammering. However, at this point, she wanted him to work for it.

And work for it he did.

Raphael finished up his monologue, and he stared at Tav with a raised brow and a charming, debonair smile on that nice mouth of his.

Because she hadn’t been paying attention, Tav did not know what he was waiting for - a question or an answer. She faintly recalled his nice mouth saying ‘trust’ a number of times, so she decided to craft her response around that.

“How do I know I can really trust you?” she asked. 

Raphael’s nice mouth frowned as his brow pinched in irritation.

Karlach groaned behind her. “Oh, don’t get him going again! Let’s just get out of here, yeah? We’ll figure something else out - anything is better than this…”

Raphael ignored her companion as he tended to often do; she was their leader (for good or for ill), and she was the lynchpin for achieving his goals.

“Are you not paying attention, Little Mouse?”

She liked when his rich voice became a snake’s rattle - cautioning her to take heed with the game she was playing.

“You claim to be trustworthy and yet you flipped the tables on Yurgir,” Tav easily replied. “You tricked him with your terms. How can I not expect the same?”

His eyes narrowed, but she managed to set Raphael’s nice mouth off to the races again. 

“The wording of Yurgir’s contract was explicit and exact. The developments that occurred—“

His voice hypnotized her as Raphael kept talking, and Tav could not look away. Her thoughts strayed into territory she would be wise to stay out of. She wondered how he kissed; she wondered how his nice silver tongue would taste when it was licking hers; she wondered if his nice teeth would nibble and bite…

She wondered if his nice lips would feel nice against hers…

Mild wariness appeared on Raphael’s smug face at her sudden approach. She did not look away from the nice mouth that was still moving - still talking, and Tav grabbed the collar of his doublet to pull him in. Her eyes closed as her lips landed against his - shutting the cambion up with a kiss.

He made a gruff sound of surprise, and her companions were quick to react.

“What in the Hells, Tav!” shouted Karlach. 

“An embarrassing display,” remarked Lae’zel.

Jaheira simply sighed - in disapproval.

Out of respect for the others in the room, the kiss did not progress into the scene she daydreamed, but that did not stop Tav from gently tugging on Raphael’s lower lip before stepping away and releasing him.

Having stolen his smugness, she left the cambion rigid and quiet.

“I got the gist,” Tav said, secretly pleased at her ability to throw him off kilter. “I will need a day to think everything over but have duly taken your words into consideration. Thank you, Raphael.”

In a blink, she turned heel, striding for the door, and her baffled companions were quick to follow. 

Yes, Raphael had a very nice mouth.

Tav wondered what he thought of hers…

[PART II - Raphael’s POV]

#thanks for the prompt! #my writing #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x tav fanfiction #baldur’s gate 3 #drabble #bg3 fanfiction #raphael the cambion

[mochinomnoms]

I love the tsums now with Jade's card it may be possible that the tsums can have merforms to me it is like a soul mate stuff but make it with marketable plushies

-Vaquita yes i do want to throw a Azul tsum in the water to get a tiny octo azul tsum

Azul should really get into marketable tsum plushies, he'll get so much money if he did. I'm slightly curious on how the merform tsums would look though, are the tweels just really long tsum? Is Tsum Azul upright? Or is it sideways and just a mass of tentacles?

Too many questions that I'm not sure I want answered

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twst tsum tsum #vaquita anon

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiii! Hope you enjoy! Not proofread

(L/N)-Last name, (Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, fluff, villains villaining, reader not being able to catch a break, um…. Tentacles????

Word count: 3.1k

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Chapter 6: No, I don't wanna fall in love

—

“And yours of glass, (L/N).”

A silent slowly enveloped the air, the quiet shifting of the needle letting off the black vinyl disk as the record comes to an end was the only sound for a few seconds. It was painfully obvious that this project is gonna be a lot tougher of a task than you were hoping for, if Miguel couldn’t even handle reading through the script fully without complaining. You leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees, chewing on your bottom lip as you brainstorm ways to be productive, not wanting to call it quits so early into the session. Finally after a moment, you sit up properly, and grab the tv remote that was sitting on the edge of the bed. Miguel’s eyebrow arches up in silent curiosity as he watches you turn on the small flat screen and open up the Netflix app.

“What are you doing?” Miguel’s question was only met with the smile etched on your face to widen. Miguel couldn’t help but let a small one crack on his face as well. Eventually you found what you were looking for, the images of a young Leo and Claire popped up on the screen, along with the text “Romeo + Juliet”. Miguel raised the unimpressed brow a bit more. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You smiled at him as you pressed play, before moving to make your way to the small kitchenette in the room, rummaging through some drawers, before eventually making your way back, two cokes in one hand, some m&ms in the other. Your microwave hums in the background, before the quiet pop of the popcorn seeds expandings overcome the hum. “This is a great way to be productive with our assignment, without having to read the script.” You tell him as you set the snacks down on the small table next to your bed. If you were being honest though, you just wanted a reason to gush over the movie.

“If you wanted a movie date muñeca, you could have just said so.” He teased with a smirk, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him as you prepped a big bowl for the popcorn. (Doll)

“In your dreams, O’Hara.”

“More like a nightmare.”

“Just shut up and watch the movie please.” The order came out a bit rushed, trying not to burn the pads of your fingertips as you attempted to quickly open the bag of popcorn. Moving your face back a bit so the steam doesn’t hit it once you finally pry the bag open, before dumping it into the bowl. For once, he listens to you and pipes down.

—

“So good…” You sniffed, wiping a tear out of the corner of your eye that was threatening to fall down. A light shade of red covers your cheeks and nose as you attempt to not get too emotional about the end of the movie, refusing to be seen as vulnerable in front of the 6’9 male that was sitting to the right of you. In the process of watching the movie, you found yourself cuddling with the stuff fox plushie Mj had gifted you for your birthday, and a fluffy throw blanket covering yours and Miguel’s legs.

“Are you crying?” He asked in slight amusement, his lips twitching upwards into a light smirk as he turned to face you.

“No.” You answered back a bit too quickly.

“Yes, you are.” His smirk grew a bit as he caught the stuff fox as you go to hit him with it, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he takes the plushie, and places it on his lap.

“Oh shut up. I cried harder when I watched 500 days of summer.” You go to snatch the fox back from his lap, but you quickly notice his face light twist in confusion at your second.

“I don’t think I’ve watched that before.” He confessed, why would he? romantic comedies were not his thing, you honestly shouldn’t be surprised at the obvious fact, but that didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips as you quickly went to pick up the remote.

“We’re watching it.”

“It’s 10pm on a school night-“

“The movie isn't even that long! Plus you owe me one! You’ll be back at your dorm before midnight. Promise.”

—

“You slept in her room!?” Miguel’s hand came up to rub his temples, squeezing his eyes shut tight to soothe the oncoming headache from Gabriel and Peter shouting the question in unison.

“No wonder I didn’t see you at all last night or this morning…” Gabriel spoke under his breath as he turned back to his game, “about time you two stop bickering and got together…” Peter nodded his head in agreement as he sat down next to Miguel at their mini dining table that the brothers had put in their dorm room.

“It’s not what you guys think, we were just working on our assignment together and we lost track of time.” That was only a half-truth. In reality, you ended up marathoning a bunch of old rom-coms that Miguel has never seen before, ranging from the 1960’s all the way to the late 2010s, you were a sucker for vintage films.

To all the boys I’ve loved before,West side story, 27 dresses, 10 things I hate about you, the notebook. The whole thing ended in you passing out during the middle of sixteen candles, but Miguel didn’t notice until near the ending, when you shifted slightly and rested your head against his arm. Miguel, already tired and out of it to notice the oddly intimate moment, didn’t make any attempt to move you off right away. Telling himself he would wait a second before waking you up, but as the calming tone of If you were here from the Thompson twins hummed softly from the TV, and the faint deep breaths coming from through your nose next to him only worsened sleep's tempting call. Eventually falling victim to it, falling asleep next to you, not even bothering to pick up his head from where it fell on top of yours. He was just glad he woke up before you so he could sneak his way back into his dorm before class started.

“Maybe you just like her more than you’d like to admit, Miguel.” Peter deadpan as he pulls out his food from his take out bag and begins to dig into his burger.

“You are both reading into it too much.” He told the two as he shook his head, and if he wasn’t so stubborn, then he might see the point they were making. Though he still couldn’t stand you, over the years he had learned to… tolerate you, would be the best way to describe it. Going from not even acknowledging each other to making snarky remarks and purposely going out of each other’s way to piss the other off was enough of a telltale sign that you both didn’t despise each other in the way you both make it seem like you did. “She’s still the same annoying pest she was when I met her in the 6th grade, except now I have to make sure she doesn’t get valedictorian over me. Once we graduate at the end of the year, I’ll never have to deal with her again.” He says as he turns to Peter.

“Unless you both go to the same college.” Gabe quipped, causing his older brother to groan at the hypothetical.He dreaded the idea, the possibility although slim wasn’t entirely impossible, there were 8 ivy leagues and another hundreds of high-end colleges you both could attend, what were the chances you’d attend the same one?

“I doubt it. I’m not worried about acceptance letters, I’ll have plenty of options on schools. If she picks one I’m interested in, I’ll be sure to reject that school before she could even get the university’s sweatshirt on.”

—

“Alright everyone! You’re all adults, I expect you to behave like them. Especially since we are allowing you to roam around without chaperones this year. You’re seniors so act like it.” The biography teacher’s mini reprimanment was largely ignored as student after student began to file off the bus one by one, the sound of the ocean’s waves crashing onto Brooklyn's shoreline as the chatter and laughter quickly filled the air. The skin numbing breeze helps wake you a bit more. Having been awake since 7am to make sure you weren’t late for the bus, deciding it would be best for you and Mj to take a nap during the hour and a half long bus ride.

The annual beginning of the year senior aquarium trip, a tradition that the school has been holding for a few years now. You were pretty excited about it, but what you were more excited about is the other tradition of trying to sneak out of the aquarium and into Coney Island without the teachers catching you. It’s a lot easier when the aquarium is busier, you were hoping to go and try this bubble tea place that Mj has been raving about, thanking the lord your leg had fully healed up from your accident 3 weeks ago, so it makes the whole sneaking out thing easier.

After about half an hour of the usual lecture about being “responsible” and “behaving” from the two teachers who came along and another 20 minutes of scanning everyone’s students badges for entrance, you were finally free to roam around the aquarium. Deciding it would be best to wait a bit before attempting to sneak away, you and Mj began to wonder from exhibit to exhibit. You held onto her hand as you both weaved through the crowded plaza, eventually finding yourselves within the shark tunnel in the ocean wonders exhibit. Blues and greens illuminating the walkway as the small fish swim in between the corals that surround the tank, sharks swimming overhead of the crowd in the tunnel.

“Wouldn’t it be scary if this thing broke…” Mj whispered quietly to you, her tone teasing as she brought up the hypothetical, causing your eyes to shoot over to her with a pointed look.

“Don’t even joke like that Mj.” You whispered back harshly, causing her to let out a small giggle, her hand coming up to cover her smile, hiding her freckles in the progress.

“Just saying…” You just rolled your eyes and resisted the urge to giggle along, going to turn around and finish walking through the underwater corridor when you heard a familiar voice call out, causing you both to stop in your tracks.

“Mj! Hey wait up!” Peter’s hand goes up in the air in an attempt to stop you both before making his way through the crowd, rather smoothly too for the usually clumsy Peter, with Miguel following closing behind, his arms crossed over his chest and his usual scowl painted on his face. You couldn’t help the smirk that started creeping onto your face when you noticed Mj’s cheeks start to flush, despite knowing you’ll be force to take one for the team and converse with your least favorite O’Hara brother.

“O’Hara.”

“(L/N).”

That was the usual greeting between you both. Short and curt, although his tone was a bit more deadpan then yours. You glanced at Mj and Peter once more, watching the way he ducked his head slightly in an attempt to get closer to her as he spoke, his hands in his jean pockets The small smirk that spreads over his lips as he whispers something into her ear, probably some dumb joke that you would laugh at if you were crushing hard. The way Mj tilts her head downwards as she giggles in response, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear as her blush deeps into a light red rather than a dusty pink . The definition of teenage love was right before your very eyes. You turn back to Miguel.

“It’s a matter of time before they finally get together.” You tell him in a low tone so they don’t hear it, he nodded and let out a small hum of agreement. An oh so familiar silence fell over you both as you two waited for either one of your friends to finally let the other go so you and him could go your separate ways, but after about 5 minutes or so it became painfully clear that wasn’t going to happen. “Anyways…” You finally spoke after clearing your throat, your gaze meeting Miguel’s once more. “We should head out, right Mj?” But when you turn around you notice the two lovebirds gone, causing you to furrow your brows and Miguel to release a tsk of annoyment.

“Great…” He muttered as he raked his hand through his slicked back hair. “Guess I’m stuck with you know muñeca.” That wasn’t entirely true, you weren’t assigned a buddy system for the trip, and there wasn’t a rule saying you had to stay with another student or in a group, he could have turned around and left you to your own devices. But he wouldn’t, he knew that, but you didn’t. “What did you want to do?”

“…I have an idea…”

—

“I can’t believe you’ve never had bubble tea before.” You giggled as you watched Miguel almost choke on the boba in his drink, bringing your hand up to tap on his back in an attempt to help clear his windpipe. Once his coughing fit came to a stop he swatted your hand away.

“It's not my thing, okay?” Your brows raised playfully at the sassy response, sipping on your brown sugar drink, Miguel got one that was flavored horchata. Both of you walk side by side as you make your back towards the aquarium, from where you both left the little bubble tea shop.

“Geez sorry…” You rolled your eyes to accompany your sarcasm.

“I’m gonna make sure not to order the little squishy things next time.” He grumbled, your eyes lighting up in amusement at the adding of the last two words.

“Next time?”

He shot you a glare, as you successfully slipped back through the entrance without being spotted.

“Cállate.” You couldn’t help the shit-eatting grin that formed on your face at his annoyed remake. (Shut up.)

“Where do you think Mj and Peter are?” You asked as you both turned to enter the “spineless” exhibit, that holds the jellyfish, octopus and stuff within that nature, throwing your now empty cups in a nearby trashcan.

“Probably in a dark corner making out.” He shrugged, causing you to stifle a laugh, you hate to admit it, but you were actually having a fun time with him. The lights become dimmer as you walk further into the exhibit, Miguel following behind in tow. You both fell into a peaceful silence, the only time it was broken when either of you would point something out to one another. The only main source of light coming from the tanks of water, illuminating dark silhouettes around you both.

To bystanders, you probably looked like you were in love with one another, neither of you noticing how close had gotten to each other, your jacket sleeves grazing one another when you’d point something to him, or when he’d lower his head to you to enlighten you with a fun marine biology fact. You didn’t notice the elderly woman who turned to her husband and pointed to you both when you two were watching the pacific sea nettle jellyfish in silence. Or a father holding his baby boy who was sleeping gingerly on his chest, whispering “that used to be us at their age” to his wife when Miguel went to take a photo of you in front of the moon jellyfish with your phone. But perspective was everything.

“That’s new…” Miguel mumbled as you both wondered to the very end of the building, a lot quieter and more empty compared to the rest of it. At the very end, was an empty tank, or one that was usually empty. Instead you both saw blue and purple tentacles spread out over the glass of the tank, that tank had been vacant ever since Miguel could remember, they hadn’t even placed a picture of the animal or any information around its exhibit like it was supposed to. Something was…off… he didn’t need a spider sense to know that. The tightness forming in his chest was enough of an indicator to validate his emotions, but he didn’t want to worry you or have you tell him he was being silly so he played it off. “… we should head to a different place…”

You gave him a confused head tilt, but didn’t want to ruin that actually enjoyable day with an argument, just as you were about to agree you say one of the arms started to move, only drawing you closer to the tank out of curiosity.

“Look, it's moving!”

“I can see…” Darn you and your curiosity, Miguel tried his best to hide his grimace as he slowly followed behind you. The sense of unknown dread grew stronger with each step.

“Wait, can you take my picture with it before we head out.” With a begrudging sigh, Miguel took your phone and took a few steps away from you to get a better shot of you and the tank, you settling up against it a bit more towards the right side of the center, as Miguel beginning to count down he noticed the tentacles closest to your waist drawing away from the glass.

“Okay… one…”

It stopped moving, Miguel hesitated.

“Two…”

Crash.

You let out a gasp as you felt the warm water that once filled the tank hit your back, the pressure putting you forward a bit, almost making you drop to all fours. Out of the instant, Miguel took a few steps back, watching the water begin to pool around both of your feet. Then you felt it a wet, cold, slimy tentacle wrap around you, you let out another gasp and it pulled itself around you like a boa constrictor, the suction cups making your skin crawl. Another arm went around your legs as you started to attempt to break yourself free, your eyes glancing in the direction of the octopus, only for you to freeze at the sight of it, before you let out a blood curdling scream.

It wasn’t a regular octopus…

Your feet start to dangle as it begins to lift you up from the damp carpet, taking you to god knows where. A crowd begins to form as the workers start to scatter and call the police. Without a second thought your hand shot out.

“Miguel!”

“(Y/N)!”

He couldn’t grab it in time.

—

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Okay but like...marine biologist MC who's two fave sea animals are eels (any kind) and octopi, and when it's cephalopod week they just barge into Monstro Lounge to tackle Azul and yell 'HAPPY WEEK OF THE CEPHALOPODS' as if it's his birthday and he's just confused af because wha??? Also although kinda invasive she asks questions about if they can do this or that (fun fact; octopi have detachable dicks) she's basically like Hange is to titans

I really like this idea bc it gives me an excuse to show you all my silly little merfolk anatomy headcanons :)

No real plot, just y/n being accidentally annoying.

Warning(s): fem reader, invasive questions

It was a calm afternoon.

It was October 8th, and all was well.

All was well... until you kicked open the doors to the Mostro Lounge and ran as fast as you could towards Azul, who yelled out in absolute terror when he saw you running towards him.

"HAPPY CEPHALOPOD AWARENESS WEEK!!" You yelled, tackling him to the ground.

"Happy.... what?"

"Cephalopod awareness week!" You responded. "You're a cephalopod, right? This is your week!"

"...what are you talking about, (Y/N)?"

You see, you were a marine biologist back in your world. And your favourite animals were eels and octopi.

You enjoy learning about sea creatures of any kind, but especially eels and octopi... and well, now that you know three merfolk- who are literally half marine life- you need to know everything about them.

"So, you and the Leech twins are of the same species, right?" You asked, prying his lips apart with your fingers to get a look at his teeth. "So why are their teeth sharp while yours look more like a human's?"

"Get off me please."

You got up and off of Azul, who also stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"I suppose I'll answer a question." Azul said.

"So are there different species of merfolk? And I don't just mean different bottom halves, I mean like... different classifications!"

"Yes, there are. I myself am what's known as a cecaelia." He explained. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to-"

"Is your blood blue?" You asked.

"...what...?"

"Octopi have copper-based blood, as opposed to human's iron-based blood, which makes octopus blood blue rather than red! So is your blood blue?" You excitedly asked.

"(Y/N), as I said, I have to get back to-"

"Can you regrow your limbs?"

"Arms and tentacles, yes. Now, I really-"

"Do you have bones when in your mer form?"

"Yes but I have none from the waist down. (Y/N) I have to-"

"Do you have a hectoctylus?"

"W-we don't need to talk about that right now." He said, blushing and looking away.

"Heyyyy Azuuuuuuul~!"

"Ah Floyd thank the Seven you're here. Azul sighed. "Please entertain (Y/N) while I manage the Lounge."

"What?"

"Good luck!" Azul said, running off.

...

"So do you have pharyngeal jaws?" You asked, looking upwards at Floyd.

"Pharyngeal-? Like, in my throat?" He asked. "I mean yeah, I do, but I don't see how that's-"

"Why did merfolk evolve the way they did? You're clearly sea creatures, but your top half looks like a human. Why is that?"

"Well, I think there are two theories... it's either that we used to be humans that evolved to live in the sea but like, that's hiiiiiiiighly debated. The other theory's that we evolved to look like this to trick humans into throwing themselves into the sea... so uh... why're you asking this?"

"Were you transparent when you were born?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Are you bioluminescent?"

"Yep."

"How poisonous is your blood?"

"How am I supposed to know that????"

"Can you unhinge your jaw?"

"Yeah. But you know, it's kind of a-"

"Can you show me!!?"

"I mean... I guess I don't see why not..."

"Floyd! This is a family friendly café! This is no place for initiating a mating ritual!" Jade said, hands on his hips.

"I wasn't tryna initiate anything! (Y/N) just asked me to show 'er how I can unhinge my jaw!"

"It's still quite inappropriate."

"Welp. I'll take this as my chance to skedaddle. She's your problem now, Jade."

"Excuse me-?"

"Bye-bye~!"

Floyd ran off much like Azul did earlier.

"Does Azul have a beak?"

"I... what? Why would you want to know that?"

"Do you swallow prey whole?"

"Yes, but (Y/N), I-"

"Is there a food chain with merfolk? Like, do merfolk eat each other?"

"Quite unfortunately, yes. But you should really-"

"Can I get a look at your pharyngeal jaws?!!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Oh wow (Y/N) would you look at the time? The Lounge is about to close! Please feel free to come tomorrow and actually buy something!"

Jade pushed you out the front door.

"Should we just ban her from entering the Lounge?" Azul asked.

"I mean, we tried that with Rook and it didn't help. At all." Floyd said.

"Maybe we should just bite the bullet and let this happen." Jade suggested.

The three sighed.

Oh well. At least they know about this apparent "cephalopod awareness week" now, and can hold some kind of event at the Lounge and make more money. Yay.

#one question i cut was uh #y/n: do you have human genitals when you're in this form? #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul x reader #floyd x reader #jade x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader

[hyewka]

THE 3K HYEWKA SPECIAL — ★

INTRO. soooo..the blog hit 3000 followers a day ago which is like, still incredibly wild to me because as someone who was just an avid reader on tumblr i felt like the things i wanted to write, so few would enjoy and actually consume. and for the ten months ive experienced being a creator on tumblr, that seems to be such a popular mindset of people who want to write but haven’t written, the fear of putting in some effort and not have it returned back with love.

then i decided with all things considered, i would center this event around things you don’t usually see on the smut side of moablr (yes…yes i couldn’t come up with a better name than kink buffet). big age gaps, stepcest, tentacle, love making (vanilla but we don’t see it enough do we?), professor x student, hybrid, name anything and i’ll write it—hell, i’ll even write golden showers lol

it doesn’t have to be the filthiest fantasy you’ve had, thats not the point—just anything you’ve been really wanting, as a present from me to you <3

here’s a random kink prompt list you could use for reference, you don’t have to use it but its just there if you need words you can’t find

RULES/REMINDERS. (read this before requesting!!!!)

1. what i end up writing might not end up being what you wanted, in which case i hope you don’t send a second ask almost like you’re prompting me for a re-do. these aren’t commissions, i’m gonna always add an element that makes it enjoyable for me to write.

2. if you request, and i answer, please please please please reblog with some sort of feedback. you dont have to say its your ask, but please give some feedback. make a new blog if you really cant reblog smut on your main account or even just send an ask saying you enjoyed it or liked it if you do 🥲

3. i would appreciate if requests aren’t too long and limited to just a few sentences but if you really feel like dumping more, then go on 😭

4. anything i write because of this event might not be written for ever again—like i’m allowing daddy kinks/sugar daddy au’s but i’m not going to accept requests for that beyond this event.

OTHER THINGS.

the main event is the drabbles and fics, but there’s more to it too!

# kink buffet: q&a

questions about starting out on tumblr, writing tips, release dates, or personal life

# kink buffet: porn links

self explanatory. send porn links and the member you’re thinking of!

# kink buffet: fic rec

if you have any recommendations and want to rave about it to someone; me! im the person!!!!

# kink buffet: rant

had the worst sex of your life? first time didn’t go well? or just general rants of day to day life—i’ll listen and give advice if asked 😭

THE END.

asks for this event regarding the drabbles will be closed by new years, i’ll extend it only if i feel like i can manage more.

masterlist for the event.

#kink buffet: 3k celebration

[eldritch-spouse]

Me: *squints at the photo, pushing my glasses up a little* “Hudd...teacher? sir?...master?... is -is that some kind of squid-bird-person that got a towel dropped on its head?”

“Sorry. Sorry...no more bad jokes...... the figure kind of reminds me of someone you’d see at a funeral. A mourner of the dead -veil over the face to hide one’s tears. 

...

*takes a sip of the strange tea again -probably shouldn’t, but I wanna taste sound and hear colors*

....

The wings... hmm... I guess this is some type of angel, like -like a psychopomp! ....... I don’t really understand the tentacles though... maybe it’s to suggest that the figure isn’t exactly a merciful being; like how some see death as just another stage of life, while others dread the thought of it...

Was I close?”

(The other definitely picks up on the mumbled titles, a hint of something that you could swear is a purr rising in his throat before he forcibly silences it.)

" Close enough. " (He mumbles to himself.)

(The more you fumble through possible explanations, the more Hudd's face scrunches. You must not be hitting the mark, because his expression blends between mild humor and puzzlement.)

" Humans and their... " (Hudsyn waves.) " Peculiarly overactive imagination that certainly never fails to amuse. "

(The disappointment he manifested, which was already very palpable, bleeds into you seamlessly as soon as you place your lips on the cup again. Mild irritation, longing, that rabid and feverish anticipation from before still just barely contained. Images of yourself seen from Hudd's point of view as he grabs you by the shoulders, jostling, screaming, biting, kissing-... Kissing? Oh. Oh okay. His hands roam on your hair, then clutch, pull, yank your head back. A palm cups your chest, wanton, possessive and- The vision fades entirely, jarringly even. It leaves you feeling disoriented and scared, as if something interrupted it purposely.)

(White fingers snap in front of your face.)

" ... Are you paying attention right now? "

(No. No, you weren't.)

(You register something odd in the back of your head. A tingling sensation that crawls up your scalp, to the side of your face, then your forehead. Little by little, trickles of anxiety seep into your pores. You can instinctively tell they're not coming from the demon in front of you, there's another source. One that's very muted but agitated nonetheless, grabbing at your psyche, begging you to listen. To seek. Help. It needs help. It's hurting. A phantom force veers your head in a new direction. Towards the only part of this room the light does not bathe...)

(That hall.)

(A somewhat low growl shakes you off the stupor entirely, attention locking back onto the demonoid while the intrusive signal fades from the forefront of your mind. Hudsyn is far from pleased.)

" Don't tell me you're one of those with the five second attention span. I have expectations regarding you. "

(Jab aside, he finally answers your question.)

" Yes and no. " (The demon makes a face.) " It truly makes me marvel just how much humanity has lost sight of what's real or not. And I've harped on this a lot, you would know. Your fiction grows and grows and now- The truth muddles. A psychopomp? A mourner? Tentacles as a symbol of evil?! " (Hudsyn snickers.)

" That, mentee, is an angel. No more, no less. This much you got right. " (There's a nod.)

(The historian claps his hands together, some of that earlier giddiness slipping out again.)

" An angel. " (He repeats.) " Here. On the surface. More of them, so many more! "

" Do you know one thing that's common to most -If not all- Angels? "

(He's got that stare that tells you the question is entirely rhetorical.)

" They've all spent some manner of time with siadar. Seen them, spoken to them, learned their culture and their tongues. "

(He emphasizes the last part, grits it out.)

" This specimen is a guardian-rank. I studied him very, very well before my work truly began. "

(The look Hudd gives you is a lot more friendly this time.)

" Go on, I know you must be dying to know more, ask about him. "

(You have a feeling things are going to get interesting soon.)

#Hudd oc #pinnie's art

[dollfxcx]

SUB PENNY.

sorry it took this long, was busy with work!! [btw this is still heat mkay? I love heat penny. beginning is slightly similar to the last fic I posted but not that much. and since it wasn't specified I gave him his tentacle back, ayup]

TW: NSFW, blood & blades (mentioned)

Word count: (1.9k+)

Pennywise whines to himself as he curls up in the corner of your room. He's built a sort of nest out of some of your old clothes and has been perched there for nearly three days now, purring and whimpering most of the time. He'd been away for a week, hunting and feeding the whole time, and then he came back to you, not seeming to even want to move a muscle. When you look up from the book you're reading, you notice how he's staring at you, blue eyes half hidden in his fluffy clown collar.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" you ask, snapping your reading to a close, he grunts and curls up even more, turning his back to you.

"Come on, tell me. What is it?" Pennywise lets out another whimper.

"Heat." is the only word you hear him say before an evil blush spreads across your cheeks.

"You're– What???" you squeal in amazement, he glares at you over his shoulder before moving back into the nest to make room for you to lay down next to him. At his invitation, you snuggle against his chest, which rises and falls in emulation of a human breath he doesn't really need, and you stroke his hair, which makes his purring increase, after a few minutes of cuddling, Pennywise whines again.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" He shrugs and sighs.

"It will go away. It will all go away."

"What do you mean?" your fingers comb his ginger locks, he babbles to himself for a full minute before he decides to speak.

"The Hibernation." pronouncing those words seems to cost him an almost physical effort, as if his lips didn't want to open to let out those necessary words.

"And that would be..?" you know he doesn't like questions that are too pressing, but you try anyway.

"After a whole year of hunting, the Hibernation takes place. It's like a reset of your… computers. I won't remember almost anything as I’ll sleep for 27 years. And I'll start over." the explanation is terse, harsh, cruel, your back stiffens at the revelation.

"Will you forget that we..?" you ask, hoping for an answer that won't break your heart.

"Yes. I'll forget the whole experience and the things I've learned from you, the feelings I've had." he speaks slowly, the clown facade long abandoned.

"Well, what about me? Are you just gonna leave me behind and expect me to pretend like nothing happened?" it hurts to ask, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, making him groan at the contact.

"Not if you agree to be my mate." Your heart is pounding at the revelation and you know he can feel it, but still he seems utterly helpless, almost tired.

"I thought I already was." you state, earning yourself an almost amazed look, veiled in disbelief at your own stupidity and ignorance.

"Oh, did you mean like... mating? Like, having babies?" Pennywise sighs, exasperated, his blue eyes meet yours and you feel yourself drowning in them.

"Being us of different species, even if we wanted to, it's not possible to reproduce."

"Why not?"

"It's just not." You lower your head and nod, you don't know why, your fingers gently caress his forearms, eliciting a satisfied moan from him.

"Then what am I supposed to do to show you I… want to? That I agree?" for an instant you seem to see disbelief in his gaze, as if he can't believe the fact that you're willing to do this, to really belong to him.

"After the mating process, there is a ritual to be performed. Blood exchange, which from two floods becomes one. And like the latter, we will be one. That implies you adjusting to my timetables as I can’t change my nature. But I can change yours." his tone would be solemn were it not interrupted by whines and, you could swear, expectant sighs.

"You could have just asked right away." you smile at him, running a finger along his cheekbone so slowly that he trembles under your touch.

"Get on the bed, honey." you suggest, which makes a sigh escape his lips, but he does as you ask, with every step, with every part of his body that comes into contact with something else, he almost moans. He slowly lays down on the mattress, on his back, looking for you with his eyes as if he were lost. You hoist yourself on him with calculated, almost malevolent slowness, eliciting a strangled moan from him. Your hands trail across his chest, caressing him gently, you feel his skin stretch under your fingertips, the power you now have over him, as he's completely at your mercy, is intoxicating. You smile to yourself and place your lips on his quickly, action he doesn't appreciate as, with that abruptly broken contact, he gives you a look between annoyed and exasperated.

"Now you have to be good for me, otherwise I won't be able to help you. Do you think you can?" you ask, your hands slide towards his neck to undo the collar of his costume, he growls softly at the request. You know it's not in his comfort zone not to be in charge, but you also know very well that he needs this, needs what you're about to do. Unfastened the collar, you go on to unbutton the costume, which slips off him with a pleasant rustle, revealing a slender and very, very pale body, white like his face yet reddened on his chest by the overwhelming expectation that boils underneath it.

"Pretty." you murmur, your fingers running down his torso, causing him to tremble and shiver. You lean forward slightly to press your lips on his cold skin, starting from his neck and slowly descending to his navel, occasionally sucking on it to make him choke on a longing sigh.

“Y/n…” he grumbles, eyes narrowed, fists along his sides in a vain attempt not to lose his mind.

"Yes, sweetie?" He doesn't answer you, he just keeps repeating your name, only stopping to complain. You step off his lap to make it easier for you to slip off his pants, you're surprised he hasn't yet made them disappear into thin air like he usually does, but apparently he's too caught up in his longing-filled oblivion to remember. When you succeed in the action (not easily, given the obscene length of his legs), he's already hard. You expected his cock to be like last time, tentacle-like, yet now it's almost normal, pale exactly like the rest of his body except for the blush pink tip, he's twitching pleasantly, which makes you throb just at the sight. Snapping back to reality, you wrap your hands around his thighs, harder than you should, perhaps, causing him to whine loudly, and push them towards his chest, his arms moving below his knees to hold them in an almost fetal position. With his legs no longer hindering your movements, you lean forward and wrap your fingers around his cock, hearing him inhale sharply.

"You're being really good, have a little more patience, mh?" your lips settle on his swollen tip, hurriedly kissing it, and then you start caressing his cock with your finger tip, slowly moving it up and down along its entire length, his hips thrusting down in the hope and need of more contact. At his action, your hand tightens firmly around his base in warning, Pennywise whimpers softly as he tries to thrust into your hand.

"I know, I know, it must be really hard, right? Can you tell me how much you want me to help you? How much you want me?" you get on your knees and lean towards his body, which is already shaking uncontrollably.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." he says, again and again, over and over, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Tell me, Penny. Use that pretty mouth of yours for me." Pennywise rolls his hips in exasperation, you see how his teeth are getting sharper, how drool is dripping eagerly from his lower lip and, if you didn't have a strong will, you'd be willing to give him his way. But you won't, it's your chance to make him pay at least a little.

"Please. Please." he mumbles after a few minutes, you know it cost him to say it, but you appreciate the effort and right now you just want to please him. Still holding yourself on your knees, you begin to sink on his cock, your thighs rubbing against the back of his on the way down, your hands tightening around his legs to keep them in place, pressed tightly against his chest. It really looks like you're about to fuck him, as if you have your own cock well sunk into him, spreading him and opening him wide. What is actually happening is far from it, but you like to imagine it, how he would wrap around you as you pound into him. You hear him moan and burble in a language you don't know, his legs are visibly shaking, his cock inside you twitches pleasantly. Pennywise gasps as you begin to rock your hips back and forth, just as if you're thrusting into him, your clit rubbing perfectly against his crotch, eliciting a moan from you, your nails digging into the flesh of his spread thighs. His body is beautifully flushed, moist with sweat, the sighs coming out of his throat, so shameless, would be enough to make you cum immediately, but you force yourself to hold back, it's still a rare thing that Pennywise lets go this much and you have no intention of ending it prematurely. Your thighs slam against his, the noise it causes, like wet slaps, echoing around the room so loud it makes your ears ring. Pennywise sobs, eyes narrowed as he continues to curse in his native language, you comfort him, cooing, moving more slowly, letting your cunt tighten around his cock and stimulating him to a much needed orgasm.

"Come on, Penny. There's no reason to hold back." you reassure him, he spills his release soon after, filling you entirely, with so much unexpected force that you let go of his legs, which fall heavily to your sides, thus allowing him to thrust inside you a few more times, pumping his cum inside of you. His flushed cheeks and tousled hair is a sight you never expected to see, but you don't get too lost in the view as Pennywise grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back into his lap. He materializes a small blade out of thin air and points it at your left hand.

"Open." he intimates you, his voice is hoarse from crying out and screaming. You do as he tells you and he sinks the blade into your flesh, thick drops of blood flow from your fresh wound. With the same weapon, he does the same with his hand, his blood flies, floats, in the air in reddish droplets. After that, he takes your injured hand, pressing his torn palm against yours, muttering words you can't understand.

"My blood is your blood and now we are one." he then tells you, probably translating previous invocations of his, and you repeat word for word, causing his purring to resume merrily. You look at him and he looks at you for a seemingly interminable moment, the silence broken by Pennywise as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

"Thank you." it's the only thing he says, it's the first time his lips have uttered those words. He kisses your forehead affectionately, silently, his purr makes you feel drunk. It's only when your eyelids start to close, your cheek pressed against his chest as you lay on top of him in your bed, that you hear him speak.

"You are mine now." You sigh peacefully.

"I always have been."

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[I'm going on holiday and I'll be back by the middle of august, not ignoring your requests, if you sent any, just a bit of patience!!]

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise the clown #pennywise x reader #it (stephen king) #pennywise headcanon #fanfic #fanfiction #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise x you #clownlove #it fanfiction #it fandom #pennywise fanfiction #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic

[howlingday]

Jaune's Shampoo

Seer

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

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

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

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

"Come on!"

"Are you okay in there?"

"Hey, who is that?" Jaune asked.

"It's Blake. Are you alright?"

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

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

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

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

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

"If?" Blake asked.

"My new hands need some training."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like apples?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rwby #jaune's shampoo #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #nora valkyrie #lie ren

[emberglowfox]

Heyyyy, I stumbled upon your blog just a few hours ago and I'm already hooked, but I am wondering about something.

So, if your Link is transmasc... uhhhh how did his top surgery go down? I don't think "ye olde medieval fantasy land" Hyrule has anyone (alive by the setting's present day) with the tools or skill to do it the modern way, and I also don't imagine magic methods would leave scars.

Sorry if I'm overthinking this, I'm just genuinely curious if there's an answer.

honestly, there's any number of answers to this. i tend to go with whatever's funniest to me (i've seen lots of "shake r stick to remove tits" jokes in the tags of that rauru drawing, which make me laugh) but i take it you're looking for a serious answer here, so i'll take off my jester cap for a moment.

i see this question a lot: "how would he have top surgery in an old time-y setting? they didn't have surgeries like that back then", and i feel like this kind of disregards the fact that this is a fantasy setting. sure, surgeries like that didn't exist in our ye olden times, but we also didn't have giant murder robots stomping around on tentacle arms, or fairies that can make a crop top deflect a sword, or so on. maybe he got purah or robbie to do it with sheikah tech! maybe, due to the fact that there are huge monsters stomping around everywhere attacking people, hyrulian medical technology is far more advanced than we realize, and they have even cosmetic surgeries (done somewhat differently, obviously, but still). maybe he got a great fairy to do it with magic, and just asked them to leave scars because it looked cool and/or he wanted to be openly transmasc. maybe, as some comics have joked, he just did it himself with the master sword, because he's built like that.

okay, i'm getting into joke territory again, but i'm sure you see my point. zelda, and most fantasy, plays by its own rules-- why do we have to return to the 'standard' rules of realism to place trans people in it? why not have fun and get creative with it, you know?

TL;DR: i don't really have a set headcanon 'this is how link got top surgery' in mind when i draw him, but there's basically infinite ways it could have happened by nature of fictional fantasy.

#sorry to kinda soapbox at you but youre not the first person to ask this and i figured id just hit the whole spread #hopefully this makes any sense my brain has been a little fried from my sleep schedule LOL #sparks speaks #stryker324 #and obviously more realistic depictions of transgenderism and bodily autonomy can have their place in fantasy! i am by no means saying that #that should never happen. but in colorful fairy magic zelda world i think getting creative w it #fits the setting yknow? #ask #hope this answered your question! and also hopfully this doesnt come across as condescending i promise #i do not mean it that way i am aware you are being genuine and curious. hopefully #long post #?

[meteorstricken]

Unsolved Mysteries of the Realm

This post details several matters in FFXVI that remained unsolved or obscure, and therefore could play into DLC that does not simply add details to the past, but carries the story forward. This is *not* meant to serve in any way as a critique of so-called "missed opportunities"--just an exercise in curiosity and anticipation. Feel free to reblog with anything I might have missed, but please keep it positive.

And of course, be mindful of the load of spoilers below the cut if you haven't made it through the story.

>Behold, Leviathan the Lost! Or rather, this seems to be the fandom consensus about what the odd figure off the coast of Sanbreque is supposed to be. The supposed Eikon of Water appears as though frozen in time, and is notably named similarly to Titan Lost--the form Kupka took as a giant tentacled mountain. I think it's important to remember what exactly Eikons are, so I've included the late-game lore entry here. My theory is that, since Ultima is the only one we truly see exercise an extensive amount of space/time magic, they might have been responsible for freezing Leviathan, and that their passing might release it from that hold, making it a problem. That said--this might serve as a last ditch preservation mechanism for Ultima themselves.

>Are we truly done with Mothercrystals? Based on the 8 elements and 8 Mothercrystals known in game, the answer would seem to be yes, but if you speak with Jill when she's seated at the Tub and Crown prior to heading for Origin, she wonders if there could indeed be more. If there are more, then we need to start talking about unaspected magic such as Flare and Ultima (the spell). If they're not a subset of Dark aspected magic, space/ time/ gravity magic is another set that might prove worthy of their own Mothercrystal. Holy is another one, if it's not counted as part of Light aspected magic. Again, it should be noted that if these are magic types used most heavily--or in some cases, exclusively--by Ultima themselves. If there are hidden Mothers out there, he/ they are not likely as finished as advertised, and the existing lore does seem to suggest he's fond of having quite a number of failsafes to fall back on.

>Reverie II, or Ultima's Rosarian Penthouse. It has no formal name, but this towering structure appears to be a conspicuous twin to Reverie in Waloed, and possibly in better external shape besides. Early on in the game, on the way to Phoenix Gate, Clive questions what appears to be the entrance, found in a Blighted area called The Dim. Later on, if you hang out around this door, Torgal becomes agitated and begins to growl. I tested just hanging out in other random places in Storm with Torgal, and it did not produce quite the same effect. Torgal really, really does not like this door. However, as it stands, we never get to take a peek inside--a prime opportunity for a DLC environment. What horrors and wonders might lurk inside?

>"True Freedom? Or something else entirely...? Once Origin has appeared, if you talk to the defected Waloeder Intelligencer referred to simply as a "Suspicious Character", he says what's depicted below. (He's confirmed to be an Intelligencer if you talk to the Gaoler at the right point early in the game, while still working out of Cid's Hideaway.) This guy keeps on top of everything going on, tends to joke or comment rather darkly on it, and admits at one point that old habits die hard--that in essence, he's been continuing to spy on you for his own entertainment. By this late point in the game, it's well understood that Waloed has been under Ultima's clandestine control for many years, so it's rather glaring that this particular character would say something like this. What does he know? What does await after Origin? I personally am of the opinion that Clive made a huge mistake in absorbing Ultima like he would any other Eikon, and that he may in fact turn out to be possessed. That would certainly rank as "something else entirely", and make for quite the compelling trip as far as a DLC plot goes. Clive is always saving everyone else--mayhap it's time he needs someone to save him from 'himself'.

On a related note, I think it's significant that Clive is shown at the end of the game to have developed the Crystal's Curse in spite of supposedly having eradicated Ultima's legacy. This may be a more complicated matter than he expected, as one might even argue that humanity itself is part of Ultima's legacy. Potential future DLC may involve cleaning up/ managing the complications of Clive having used a power he didn't fully comprehend.

>What's Out There? A great deal of factors influencing Valisthea occur outside the Twins' shores. Context clues from early conversations with Harpocrates suggest a land not as steeped in magic, but at the same time, later lore on the Children of Dzemekys reveals that the outer continent plays host to the Circle of Malius. (Ultima's faithful.) During the side quest "Trading Places II", when Eloise is trying to buy and free Bearers from the Silverpeak Consortium, she is outbid by a trader from the outer continent. One of the Consortium members notes that continentals are notorious for treating Bearers very well in comparison to Valisthea. This becomes even more interesting in light of some additional detail shared online from the FFXVI artbook, which suggests that Ultima's intended world order ranks Bearers as superior to normal humans--meaning a Circle of Malius adherent from the outer continent would want them treated considerably better. (Which in turn suggests that the persecution of Bearers is 100% mankind's home-brewed BS, despite how badly it transpires in Waloed.) But if the more distant Circle of Malius adherents have been buying up Bearers, what exactly is their end game? What plots and machinations could there be cooking across the sea, and might DLC delve into them?

#ffxvi #ff16 #ffxvi spoilers #ffxvi dlc speculation #Clive Rosfield #Jill Warrick #FFXVI Ultima #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16

[onmyo-jin]

For the fic meme: Pangzi & Hei Xiazi, pirate AU. Gen or romantic, idc. Will love you forever if you give one of them an (unnecessary) eyepatch :D (or if you don't feel like writing these two, then maybe some heihua?)

"Captain?"

"Wang Pangzi, my best First mate, what brings you here this fine evening?" The evening wasn't particularly fine, though the storm that has buffetted their sails all morning had finally passed over them. Wang Pangzi was of course not just the best, but also Captein Hei Xiazi's only first mate, though Pangzi wasn't about to point that out. The captain might get ideas, and appoint a Second First Mate or something equally daft.

Captain Hei Xiazi lowered the spy-glass from his one good eye, and faced Pangzi. Pangzi knew this was just the captain being polite, because with one eye he really only needed... hang on.

The Blind Captain was feared across the seven seas, though the name wasn't quite correct. He still had one good eye, having lost the other in some way. Depending on who told the story he'd lost that eye to a giant be-tentacled sea monster (according to the captain himself). Ship rumours had it he'd lost the eye when he won his famous sea battle, his one ship the Flower of the Sea versus one ship or possibly one whole fleet of the East India Trading company. The ladies in their various ports swore he'd lost the eye in a duel for his true love (though this lover's identity was unknown). Wang Pangzi personally suspected the Captain may have been born with a bad eye, because he never seemed to have had any other name than 'Hei Xiazi'. That's what Pangzi had thought up until some moments ago.

"Captain, wasn't your bad eye your left?" The question escaped him before he could think better of it. In the blood-red light of the post-storm sun Captain Xiazi blinked twice in confusion (with his left, apparently functional??, eye). Then he grinned his most worrying grin: the one that spelled bad news, the one that made ships surrender as soon as they saw the feared Blind Captain. The one that had graced his face that morning, as he'd sailed them into that blasted storm, because the Captain had pronounced the weather 'not hardly that bad, Pang-ye, don't fret so much'.

"Aye, so it is!" His captain answers, like Pangzi has asked if it's sunset. Then Hei Xiazi takes off his hat, rearranges his eye patch from his right eye (also functional??) to his left, puts his hat back on, and turns back to watching the sea. "What did you need me for?"

If his captain wishes to act like nothing happened, then who is Pangzi to argue? He'd like to keep his skin in one piece, thanks. "Err, I came to relieve you Captain- Cook says assumin' no more storms surprise her dinner'll be ready soon."

"Great!" The captain pronounced, and passed his spy glass to Pangzi, and with it the shift. Pangzi quickly snuck a look through the glass, but all seemed perfectly ordinary. "All this sea-staring makes a man hungry, huh?"

Pangzi couldn't help but wonder if that sea-staring might not be less hungry work without the eye-patch, but he's not fool enough to voice that to his captain.

Thank you for the request! I have not yet received any heihua requests so I may take you up on the second part as well 🌸 but I'll get some other requests filled first for now^^

Send me an ask with a pairing and an AU and I'll write you a ficlet!

#fake eye patch was too funny an idea not to use #dmbj #tlt #au fic meme #pirate au #wang pangzi #hei xiazi #still taking requests! #who's to say hxz hasnt been a pirate in his life #he would totally wear an eyepatch and switch it around to confuse people #just because he can

[her-pale-shadow]

(cw for murder, and for my worst text post yet)

Suspect: Lieutenant Columbo!

Columbo: I'm sorry ma'am, is this a bad time?

Suspect: I'm in the middle of kinky gay transgender sex with my girlfriend!

Columbo: Oh I apologise! I really do. It's just that I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I could get your help with a question I had about the death of your wife.

Suspect: What question, I thought the case had been wrapped up?

Columbo: Oh I just have a small thing that's bugging me. And I can't move on until I get an answer for it, that's just how I am. And I was wondering, ma'am, if you could help me understand it. Then I'll be out of your hair, I promise. And you can have all the kinky gay transgender sex that you like.

Suspect: Very well, since I doubt you'll stop bothering me otherwise.

Columbo: Gee, this is such a nice bedroom.

Suspect: It is, yes.

Columbo: And all these sex toys. Is this a vibrating tentacle dildo? Wow. I don't have the budget for one of these.

Suspect: Lieutenant.

Columbo: My dildo at home is just a plain black thing-

Suspect: Lieutenant, you had a question.

Columbo: Hm? Oh yes, of course. Well personally I don't know much about kinky gay transgender sex. But my wife, she loves it. She can't get enough of it. She's having kinky gay transgender sex all the time. And she tells me that there's this thing called masochism, where people actually enjoy being hurt.

Suspect: Yes, that's quite so.

Columbo: Boy, that really is something, isn't it. Well I suppose you would know all about it, ma'am, because your wife was a masochist, wasn't she?

Suspect: She was, yes.

Columbo: Yes, I remember that when she died she was wearing, what did you call it?

Suspect: Nipple clamps, lieutenant. My girlfriend here is wearing some now.

Columbo: That's right, nipple clamps. Oh wow, so she is. They must really hurt.

Suspect: They do.

Columbo: Yeah. Hey, these are really nice knots in the rope tying your girlfriend up. I always have trouble with knots.

Suspect: Lieutenant, you're not here to talk about my knots.

Columbo: Of course not, of course not. Now where was I? That's right, your wife was wearing nipple clamps. Yeah, that really confuses me.

Suspect: It makes sense to me. Like you said, she was a masochist, she enjoyed wearing them. I saw her put them on before I left.

Columbo: Yes, but you said that you left well before the murder.

Suspect: Obviously.

Columbo: Obviously. Then why would she still have the nipple clamps on when she was killed? The dog ears and the collar I can understand, but the nipple clamps? If I was her, I'd have gotten uncomfortable, and I'd have taken them off.

Suspect: ...Ah, I remember.

Columbo: Ma'am?

Suspect: Yes, before I left I ordered her to keep the nipple clamps on. A sadistic thing.

Columbo: Well that explains it. Yes, that clears everything up. Thank you ma'am, I'll leave you and your girlfriend to your kinky gay transgender sex, I hope you enjoy it. Oh, but there is just one more thing.

Suspect: Yes?

Columbo: Well I found your wife's tumblr blog. Amazing things these tumblr blogs. And she posted right here, it says 'You're in her "DMs", she's planning to murder me for my money, we are not the same.'

Suspect: ...

Columbo: I thought that was quite the coincidence.

Suspect: It was a joke, Columbo. People post jokes on tumblr all the time.

Columbo: Of course they do, you must be right ma'am. Goodbye.

#my posts #columbo #this is the worst thing Ive written surely #guess what tv show Ive been watching #fandom

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: TentaSpyDad - An Octopus

Summary: you say "monster AUs" and the word "TentaSpyDad" is beamed into my head. Scout probably takes more after his mother, perfectly human, so finding out his father is... That. would be a shock (but also explain some things, in hindsight)

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Just when Scout had thought he’d rooted out all of Spy’s secrets – all the ones that were relevant to him anyway as there was likely no one other than Spy himself who knew all his secrets – he was confronted with another one. He’d heard of mermaids who could leave the water to walk on ostensibly human legs for a time before needing to go back to the water. Presumably this was the same sort of magic but instead of a mermaid Spy was…

“An octopus, you’re a fucking octopus. How the hell are you a freaking octopus of all things?”

Spy floating in the private pool he’d apparently had in his room this whole time, his arms crossed on the edge of it frowned up at him. “I’m not an octopus or a squid before you accuse me of that next. The proper term is ‘cecaelia’. And no, before you ask, we’re not related to mermaids. We’re entirely separate species who just happen to share similar traits.”

That had been what Scout had been planning to ask next even if it was the least important of all the questions brought up by this revelation. With it out of the way came a more important one. “How are you my dad and a cecaelia or whatever at the same time? Like, as far as I know, I’m perfectly human. I don’t got a even a single tentacle on me.” Disappointingly because now that he knew tentacles were an option, he’d have loved to have some.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t think I could reproduce with humans even whilst in my human form. Which was why I was less careful than I should’ve been.”

With the initial shock worn off, Scout carefully lowered himself to sit by the pool to get a closer look Spy. The water was clear enough to easily make out the swirl of tentacles that made up his lower body, seemingly starting at the waist. His torso still looked perfectly human. “Are you sure you’re really my dad then?”

“Yes. I believe your mother on that and when you were a baby, I did a DNA test to make sure. You are without a doubt my offspring.” How he felt about that was as hard to tell as ever. Even though he’d taken off the mask before sliding into the pool to reveal his true form to Scout, his expression was still purposefully guarded.

Scout had only known Spy was had dad for maybe a month now and had mostly come to terms with it until this. This was a whole other thing on top of that, making it weirder. Though finding out Spy was a slimy creature from the sea with even more secrets than one would suspect wasn’t too surprising. Speaking of that though… “Why would you tell me about this? I mean you seemed to have no intention of ever telling me you were my dad on your own. So why reveal this so easily?”

Spy took a breath to answer but hesitated as he averted his gaze before finally speak in a voice barely above a whisper. “Because… I want to be more honest with you. And you asked me why I left, this is why. Your mother doesn’t know. I tried for a while but… she would’ve found out eventually if I had stayed and I wasn’t sure how she would take the fact I’d essentially lied to. My kind aren’t exactly well known among humans and not particularly well liked by those who do know. I was worried about what would happen when she found out, both about what might happen to me as well as to you so… I left.”

“Meaning you didn’t leave ‘cause of me?” That’s what Scout had always assumed, that his father had left because he didn’t want anything to do with him. Even after finding out Spy was his dad, he’d felt that way. Spy didn’t seem the type to enjoy being around children so even if he was okay with Scout now, that might not have always been the case.

“Yes. It wasn’t because of you but because I’m a liar. But now you know the truth so do with that what you will.”

Perhaps Scout should thank him for the honesty but considering how long it had taken, he didn’t particularly feel like it. Instead he stood and brushed himself. “All right. I guess I got some more stuff to think about then.” And perhaps some experiments in the water to see if he could get himself to grow a tentacle or two. “See you around, Dad.”

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #spydad #tentaspy #scout #spy