#// this is a mess

[dyke-in-crisis]

the type of deranged yapping sessions I burden my poor friends with atm

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

It is funny to me how Harry Potter is literally the main character, yet people tend to go like he didn't suffer that much or he wasn't "abused"; Like, how can one misunderstand the literal main character of the damn franchise?

He wasn't abused; yes okay. He absolutely did not grow up inside a cupboard; the tiny place that is mostly reserved for brooms or cleaning supply. He absolutely was not treated inferior to the other child who lived in the same house. He was totally was not treated like a "freak" or a "stain" that his family was ashamed off. He grew up inside a cupboard while there was a literal unused bed in the same house. And you want to know what that screamed to a child, a baby — who slept inside a cupboard while there being a perfectly usable room right there? You are worth nothing and we don't love you and we are ashamed of what you are.

He wasn't starved, or at least he was fed; Yeah, no. We see it from the first book. How Vernon was no food for you and in the cupboard you go — and by the looks of it, that was like his most common punishment. And then, in the second book — you practically see it happen. He was locked, inside a room with only a can of soup that he shared with Hedwig. Now, tell me what it would do to a child — to be given food through a cat flap, and fun fact? Harry got to eat less than people on war rations; in short? He was starved, yes.

He wasn't abused physically so it's not abuse; As for people's thinks abuse isn't abuse until it's physical (which is inherently wrong because abuse isn't only physically, fyi); Harry has learned to dodge Vernon and he states that, very proudly when his uncle tries to grab him. He dodges a flying pan and states that fact, again very proudly as if it is the norm; do you know how heavy pans are? And do you know what would happen when one hits you? If you want an even clearer proof; Vernon Dursley strangles Harry in Ootp. There you go. Also, in the first book, we clearly see Vernon encouraging Dudley to hit Harry. Read between the lines and actually try to understand what that signifies.

And favourite part; When he wasn't treated like a prisoner, or a freak— he was their servant. And that is very much canonical. Tending Petunia's garden during summers and drinking from the water hose in the garden because of how hot it was? Having to wake up early so he can tend the kitchen and when he wasn't doing all that he is locked away. And it is all canon.

In conclusion, Harry— not only grew up to think that he was inhumane, undeserving of love, a freak that didn't even get to have his own bed because someone like him didn't deserve it, physically harmed enough times that he dodges them out of reflex and also the Dursleys' glorified servant; that is not even taking into account what Harry went through in Hogwarts. And after all that if someone tells me; this child, right here — didn't go through much then well, maybe read the books again?

[sunshine-zenith]

A thought — Ballister and Ambrosius’s relationship probably wasn’t public in the movie until the end. They probably weren’t secretive about it, given how Todd (someone neither of them like or would confide in) was clearly antagonistic to Ambrosius after Ballister’s jailbreak, but even then that just might be because their connection was well known — they liked each other more than any of the knights liked them, most being neutral overall to Ambrosius and outright bullies to Ballister. No one in the public seems to know about them

Media perception is a reoccurring factor in the movie, with the opening scene giving exposition in the form of a news cast. During it, Ballister is shown to be controversial, with a there being a few comments questioning the Queen’s choices related to him. Ambrosius is also brought up as someone everyone’s looking forward to seeing officially knighted, with no one questioning his relationship with Ballister or even bringing it up

While everyone is fearing and hating Ballister after the Queen dies, Ambrosius is still popular among the masses — people stop him in the streets to get his autograph. Nimona, who admittedly probably didn’t do much digging into Ballister beyond the initial news reports on the Queen’s deaths, seemed surprised that Ballister and Ambrosius had a connection. She even had an “ohhhhhh” moment after picking up on their vibe the first time they saw each other post-arm chop (and yeah she initially calls Ambrosius Ballister’s nemesis, but she clearly clocks that something romantic was going on given the “arm chopping is not a love language!” comment). She also asks if he wants to die in a (literal) closet, which like. Y’all.

Before the Queen’s death, all their PDA is in private (on the catwalk) or subtly around other knights (helping each other put on their armor with lots of heart eyes and lingering hands). Otherwise, their interactions are those of Two People Who Are Close but aren’t necessarily explicitly romantic (Ambrosius wanting to throw hands on Ballister’s behalf, teasing each other, Ambrosius cheering with the crowd). Granted, there wasn’t a lot of screen time for them to just be happy before Everything Went Wrong.

We can’t really judge whether they were private from their interactions after the Queen’s death, since most are focused on a “so this traumatic thing happened and I don’t know where we stands right now” vibe or have them just fighting. The three times Ambrosius says he loves Ballister, one was just the two of them on the catwalk, one was in a mental rant and not actually out loud, and one was while they were trying to hide their identities. Ballister continues to defend Ambrosius, saying he’d believe them if they could just talk and that the arm thing is just “complicated,” “part of their training, up until Ambrosius outright tries to arrest them (which might as well be a breakup without saying “we’re breaking up”).

In the comic, the Director says she knew about their relationship and that she disapproved. Given how much she manipulates things, it wouldn’t surprise me if she knew in the movie, and encouraged them to downplay things at least — “you should keep your private lives private so you don’t taint your public images/yes we support you, obviously, but you’re here to protect the people, not show off to them/you don’t want to overshadow things with more controversy, wait a few years until after you’re knighted/what if this is just a phase, it would be a mess to clean up if you go public now/people will talk if they hear Gloreth’s only current descendant, a promising young man, is being courted by someone they aren’t certain about who comes from nothing and can’t pass your genes on/you have each other, shouldn’t that be enough?/etc.”

We don’t see them be in a relationship publicly until after the wall — the symbol of fear of the unknown, systematic abuse and oppression, refusal to learn and grow, and let’s be real homophobia/transphobia — comes down and the Director — the one going to murderous extremes out of fear of change — is dead

I dunno. This movie is a large celebration of being queer, but it’s also about how queer people are demonized by society to the point of everyone suffering. Ambrosius is the model minority everyone loves but no one knows because all eyes are on him; Ballister is both tokenized and targeted from the moment the public meets him, having to prove himself over and over until the public unquestionably turns on him entirely; and Nimona is called a monster for just being herself. All three already had to hide who they really were. I’m not 100% sure if Ballister and Ambrosius were out or not about being together, but it’s not a stretch to see, and it fits in with the themes/arcs of this movie

[dancerachanation]

felixotonine

[buttercupshands]

MHA didn't create some miracle way of helping others. It was never promised to be this way. And when it came to villains...

Spoilers for manga all the way to chapter 423.

The only way to get anything in life in MHA was to be born "normal" like everyone else and that way of thinking never left Izuku with Toga getting the same treatment she did before from everyone from her family to her "normal" classmates. It was Ochako who helped Toga even if just a little by lifting the weight of all the feelings that Toga had.

She couldn't save Toga the way one could save a civilian by saving them from harm. If it worked that way Dabi would've saved Toga even before Ochako could apologize for failing to notice Toga. She was so lazer focused on saving everyone else, that she was just another villain to stop, not a human.

Even if by the end of it Ochako helped Toga to deal with her grief, acceptance as it was wasn't something possible when a quirk makes you want to drink someone's blood from jealousy.

We got a bittersweet ending with Toga, in which she probably died from blood loss just like her double did in MVA. If it wasn't for Twice she would've died back then.

Giving away her blood for Ochako wasn't a redemption or a way to save Toga in the end, more as it was her being true to herself until the very end.

Just like Twice chose to stay with the League even if Hawks offered him a way to survive that battle. He refused and died protecting his friends who accepted him instead of choosing to betray them and accept Hawks' offer.

After Twice's death... It was a matter of time that more 'active' LoV members would join him as well. As sad as it is, we now can return to Izuku.

Who, after his time OFA-AFO quirk space, now wanted to help a "crying boy" he saw in Tenko just as before with Katsuki in chapter 1. He didn't forgive Tomura and didn't excuse the way he chose to solve his problems.

It didn't mean that Tomura would survive in their battle, even if Izuku didn't see killing others as a way to solve problems. He didn't understand Tomura, but he still wanted to try, and try he did.

The rest of this post was nothing more than a contextual prologue to understand that it's not the first time a hero failed to save a villain and in Twice's case we know that he died and his death was the reason Toga started thinking about her own possible death and Dabi finally revealed himself as Toya.

The goal of saving a "crying boy" never was an end-goal for Izuku in the Final arc, since helping Tomura deal with his feelings just left him hollow with a goal that clashed with Izuku's. As being a hero for villains meant destroying the world for them to help them live freely.

But that was before AFO resurfaced.

Sadly after that Tomura who was talking about making his own choices for a while now stopped doing that. Even if he still had a goal of helping villains and only villains, Tomura was almost gone. And his goals were now unreachable.

Izuku helped Nana who in turn kept Tomura from fading away entirely. In MHA there were countless situations where Izuku's help affected people by helping a different person to keep hope, All-Might being the first one and Nana being the last one at the moment.

Hollow after Izuku helped him to get rid of his hatred Tomura could do the only thing he did - accept the situation as it was.

Accepting AFO as his Sensei, accepting Stain's ideals and Overhaul's deal was the way he solved his problems. Just like Izuku had a problem of understanding something outside of his norm, Tomura was accepting too many things, which lead to his downfall after accepting AFO's quirk.

Just like Twice could've given up everything that he had for his friends so did Tomura.

With Izuku helping as much as he could let Tomura to finally rest as he wasn't really living ever since waking up in the hospital. With his body now affected by AFO's wishes instead of his own until the end.

In a way Izuku didn't succeed in his wish for Tomura to stop ever since PLF war arc. As he "kept fighting to destroy" no matter how hard Izuku tried to stop him.

The only thing he succeeded in was changing Tomura's mind about himself, instead of viewing himself as a monster he accepted that he was a human just like Izuku said. A "crying boy" who couldn't really destroy Izuku's hands in the end.

For a group of Villains who weren't supposed to get profiles of their own at the start of the series, League is slowly fading as the most memorable group that there was in MHA, getting backstories, their own Villain themed arc all the while being as human as anyone else.

As sad as their story is they were not "unlucky", they didn't need a happy false ending where they would need to change to be normal - they chose to live this way and they lived it to it's fullest.

[enfinizatics]

okay i’ve got to vent about the nicki minaj situation bc yeah. i used to be a hardcore barb for almost 10 years (2010-2019). and when i say a HARDCORE stan i truly mean it, i had a twitter account dedicated to nicki, she was even following me and often interacted with my tweets when she was online. i was absolutely in love with her and her work. i met my best friend, who’s like family to me, because of her. the pinkprint helped me survive middle school bullying. i followed her through europe when she went on tours. i supported every project, stayed chronically online for her and engaged in petty arguments with people on stan twitter to defend her. i fell out around late 2019 because i felt like most of her lyrics had sounded the same for a while but mostly because she started seeing her current husband, a confirmed rapist. seeing nicki pick up a beef after beef with every young female rapper gives me a huge ick and internalized misogyny vibes. but the beef with megan? it’s been years since i last followed news on nicki, but now i find myself losing my mind every time i see something on here or tiktok. not to mention her twitter omg. it truly feels like i’m witnessing her downfall caused by no one but nicki herself. she’s literally destroying her legacy, a legacy tied to so many memories i made during those 10 years while being her fan, and it just sucksssss. it feels like she no longer has a pr team capable of damage control or persuading her to take a break from social media. she seems to be spiraling with everything she posts. not to mention that ben shapiro tweet, congratulating a white, homophobic supremacist. and the barbz who let her remain in her perfect little bubble, shielding her from any criticism, constructive or otherwise (perhaps out of intimidation – i know, i've been there) and doxing people in the name of what? a millionaire to whom you’re a literal stranger?

[hipsternumbertwo]

Cinderella's Castle Cast Reveal (Part 2) [Part 1] [Kickstarter]

[buckysbarnes]

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) dir. Russo Bros

[sunny-sainz]

what is happening on this track cause this is a mess? everyone’s so pissed at each other

[ahlaway]

Okay, but real talk, if Tubbo goes Federation informant for real / hard manipulation, the other islander's will be at fault.

Hear me out:

From the beginning there has been this like. Really unfair view on Tubbo. His chat is scolded for metagaming (as it should be) but he's also talked down to a lot for not just accepting things.

He won't just accept they're trapped because the older islanders say they've tried and failed. He won't just trust islanders who've been trustworthy in the past (ex Bad) who are no longer acting trustworthy. He's trying the same methods other people have tried because he wasn't there for it.

Any nerfs happen? That's Tubbos fault. Never mind that they were bound to nerf create the moment another big create member joined because how they were using it to break puzzles instead of doing the puzzles.

People are constantly picking and blaming him for things and then saying his suspicious because the federation doesn't do anything about him. Despite the fact that the federation does not give that boy a moment of peace, and have not since he arrived.

Meanwhile people like Bad and Pierre have only just begun to experience the horrors, despite how long they've been breaking the rules and causing trouble.

Then you look at interactions he's had and BOI. From his POV alone I wouldn't blame him if he didn't trust any of these people.

(mandatory this is only referring to RP characters.)

Tubbo is an adult. However, he is BARELY and adult, and that is something that is important to note, and I don't mine saying with his "i'm minor coded" joke. Like, as someone approaching 30 I can't imagine interacting with a 19 year old the same way I would someone near my age. So keep that in mind for my thinking going forward.

He's pulled from the ice and a few days later he's approached by a crazy bear with a gun and the power of create that tells him he HAS to do a task. One that will betray someone he's made friends with and an egg. He tries to refuse and the bear starts shooting.

So he does it, thinking he has no choice.

Then two men, who are like, MVP, highly respected, defenders of the island, tell him he should have just died. In fact, he was selfish for not dying on that hill, and that the father of that egg is going to be FURIOUS with him.

To the point that Tubbo is freaking out when Fit catches him trying to fix what he had to break for his task, and make things right.

Is it any wonder he thought he was capital D dead when he "lost" one of these men's eggs?

Now jump cut.

Boy is pressured by men into spinning a wheel that, lets be honest, probably only had bad outcomes, and then is told it's his fault. HE killed the eggs.

Which leads to local teen burning in lava in a breakdown.

And don't even get me started on the drama that was two men who live in a different zip code losing their minds because local teen does yard renovations.

One of which being someone said teen is convinced kidnapped someone, and has tried to gaslight him about it.

Like, outside of the morning crew, Fred is kind of the best relationship Tubbo's got going for him at the moment.

[footnotesaregreat]

ofmd headcannons bc i physically can’t stop thinking about these bitches

izzy sings at lucius and pete’s ceremony probably fly me to the moon or killing me softly (written by laszlo cravensworth & later plagiarized)

at the party that follows they all gather up singing shanties, ed & izzy whispering the lyrics to stede, who is still getting the hang of pirate music

stede & ed are supporting izzy’s back, that is still healing, despite his protests

they are also holding hands (ed-stede, stede-izzy)

jim, archie, olu & zheng are sitting suspiciously close

auntie & jackie instantly become besties

wee john, frenchie, roach & the swede are playing some intricate card game but wee john keeps losing deliberately to go back to his knitting

he’s making sweaters for all of them because Winter Is Coming & none of them have warm clothes

when a seagull lands on deck & refuses to stop pinching ed everyone knows who it is

he stays with them for about a week at a time & always comes back

they made a little nest in the sleeping quarters for him right next to roach & the swede

ed has permanently moved into stede’s room & they’ve made a new bed to fit three people for the nights iz wants some company

they also have room with the rest of the crew for the nights when they prefer to sleep alone.

 ed & fang go fishing almost everyday & after a couple weeks they don’t need to speak & just sit in comfortable silence

stede keeps training with iz, taking turns fighting zheng & jim

when ed returns one day with fang & sees stede beating all three of them he wants to fight him more than ever. their duel goes on for a long time, the bets placed by the crew reaching extreme heights. in the end stede knocks him down & disarms him. everyone, especially pete, lose their fucking minds

at night stede still reads them stories, sometimes new from recent books he’s gotten, but usually the now familiar fairy tales calm them down the most

sometimes stede, ed, iz, jim, archie, olu, zheng, lucius & pete go on date nights where they try different food, listen to music, sharing sweets

frenchie, wee john, fang & roach can often be seen sticking together, not really seeking any romantic or sexual relationship, but simply wanting companionship

when izzy’s unicorn hoof finally gives out he is absolutely heartbroken so of course the entire crew go out to find him the most durable materials to make him another one

they give it to him the next day & it’s decorated by stede, lucius & surprisingly zheng

wee john has also knitted him a leg warmer for whenever he needs a break from the prosthetic

iz obviously loses his shit when he sees it & totally doesn’t call them twats

then they all proceed to fall on top of him to engulf him in an annoyingly wet hug, ed & stede sneaking two kisses on his cheeks

they often have themed parties to make use of stede’s unending secret wardrobe

wee john, iz & jim rule these parties being the best drag queens & king

after a couple years they dock on a small, peaceful town. everyone immediately loves it there & that’s when stede & ed decide to retire

they use ed’s treasure to buy a large building & the whole crew work together to turn it into an inn

 they officially open ‘The Gentle Unicorn Inn’ (ed chose the name)

they also have a little tavern right next to it called ‘Jeff’s’ (they have a lot of fun whenever someone asks ‘who’s jeff?’)

ann & mary regularly pop by & drop off some antiques ann’s looted, for stede to either keep or even sell

every couple of months or so the crew visit for a few days & all of them have designated rooms in the inn

sometimes ed & stede close for a week or so to go on a little trip on the ‘revenge’ with the crew

izzy will go & stay with them more often than the rest of them & even though he doesn’t have his own room he has no problem staying at stede & ed’s

he always sleeps in the middle of their bed

[thali-lemmonpie]

*insert here your perfect quote*

[neill-san]

Breeding

Azul Ashengrotto x Male reader

TAGS: Bottom Azul Ashengrotto, male reader, Potions Accident, Magic, Mpreg, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Men Crying, Reader has a big cock, vaginal sex(?), Cephalopods, Vague Octo-mer anatomy(?), this might make no sense, Drug Use, Lust Potion/Spell, Aphrodisiacs, Extremely Dubious Consent, Octopus Form Azul Ashengrotto, Heavily Implied Babytrapping, this is a mess, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat(?)

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-18+ content under the cut-

Professor Crewel droned on, his voice making nice background noise, but you didn't pay his instructions any mind. Your gaze was trained on your lab partner, the feared octo-mer was focused intently on the boiling cauldron before him, carefully measuring ingredients. You smiled mischievously, watching as the cauldron turned a peculiar color. Your eyes moved from the cauldron to the Housewarden, admiring him as he worked.

Or at least, you were until your vision was obscured by a large cloud of dark smoke and an oddly sweet smell filled the room. You covered your nose and mouth with your sleeve, closing your eyes as a wave of wind hit your face. The loud bang of the eruption reverberated against the walls of the classroom and you were quick to rush to your partner's side as soon as the air cleared. The octo-mer was on the floor, unconscious and still. You lifted his head onto your lap, gently patting his cheeks as panic rushed through your expression.

"Azul? Azul, wake up," You called, shaking his shoulder gently. The octo-mer's face scrunched up in discomfort and, likely, pain. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around confused.

"What happened?" He asked, disgruntled, "How did the potion go wrong?" He sounded disbelieving. There was no conceivable way he could have made a mistake, he knew the material front and back. So what happened?

"Mistakes happen, Azul it's fine," You reassured the student who struggled to sit up, "Potions are really delicate."

Azul wanted to deny your claim. It wasn't fine. How could he make a mistake on such a simple potion? But before he could ask anything, a sudden rush of heat had him staggering as he tried to stand. You, ever attentive were quick to steady him. 

Professor Crewel loomed over the two of you, watching with disappointed eyes, "What a waste of ingredients," he admonished, slapping the tip of his whip against his palm, "Take Ashengrotto to the nurse, Yuu."

You nodded obediently and hooked a dazed Azul's arm around your shoulders, gripping his wrist tightly. Your free hand reached around to place a steadying hand on his hip, as you slowly made your trek out of Crewel's class. The classroom door closed behind you and you switched your hold on Azul, lifting him and pulling him into your arms in a bridal carry; he was too out of it to comment. Your steps took him right past the nurse's office and out of the main building to the chamber of mirrors. Your steps were steady and certain as you walked through the Octavinelle mirror. You were grateful that the tweels were in class.

Your steps quicken when you notice the splotches of purple that started to expand on Azul's skin. I rushed to get him to a tank before he was at risk. The door to his dorm room was slammed open and consequently kicked shut and locked with a soft click. You gently laid him on the spacious bed, your hands darting to his pants to quickly undo them. The material came off just in time for his legs to start losing their human appearance, but his legs weren't what caught your eye, but rather his pretty cock, half-hard and so very human... for now. You shook your head and got back to undressing him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable when he transformed into his octo form.

You didn't bother looking around his room, you would have time for that at a later date. You pushed his clothes off to the side, and picked him back up in your arms, careful to keep your hands in modest areas. There was thankfully a ladder next to the giant aquarium built into the wall. It was devoid of any other sea life that the others had, just a simple octopot in a corner of the lonely tank. A modest waterfall coming from a slit in the wall decently high above the take, making it a pleasant sight for eyes. The sound of running water was a pleasant sound that likely never left the Octavinelle dorm. The waterfall completely covered a corner and you wondered if there was some kind of surface behind it. 

You slowly dipped his undressed body in the water, carefully to keep his head above water as his body slowly reverted back to his natural form. Eight long limbs slowly spread around in the water, and your hold on the mer loosened. His eyes fluttered open but his gaze seemed distant. His face flushed a pretty deep blue, and his body began to tremble. His misty eyes met yours as he steadied himself against the tank, watching you closely.

You rubbed the back of your head awkwardly and moved to leave. The mer likely just needed some time for the effects of whatever it was he was hit with, to fade. You jolted in place, fear lacing through you as you struggled to steady yourself on the ladder to prevent from falling. Your eyes darted to the tentacles wrapped tightly around your arm, keeping you from leaving.

"Azul, you just have to wait it out-" you started, but was abruptly cut off as you were inelegantly tugged into the water. Your uniform was quickly soaked through, and you simply sighed, far too accustomed to things ending with less-than-favorable outcomes. 

What you didn't seem to take into account was the type of effect Azul was under. His curious tentacles snuck under your soaked shirt, tearing through the fabric of your uniform in favor of reaching more of your bare body. Unlike his usual timid self while in this form, he was pressed desperately against you. Your eyes narrowed at the sensation brought by his suckers, and the smooth slide of his tentacles left your body tingling. 

"A-Azul!" A shocked cry left your lips, shocks of sensitivity running up your spine. An interested tentacle wrapped around your cock, having slipped into your uniform pants rather aggressively, giving the warm organ a curious squeeze. 

The octo-mer didn't reply, opting to nuzzle his face against your neck, cold water dripping from his soaked hair and onto your clavicle. The sensation of running droplets tickled but your attention was solely focused on the way Azul's tentacle pumped your length, seemingly eager to see it grow to full mass. 

You tried to pull back, but Azul had the advantage underwater. How could a human outcompete a creature of the sea, in the water? Your back was quickly pressed against a wall adjacent to the glass wall that faces the whole of the room. You grit your teeth and do your best to gather up Azul, motioning to him with your eyes to the space behind the waterfall.

The octo-mer seemingly had enough clarity to catch your meaning, and soon enough you were both lying on a solid surface, Azul encased between your arms under you. Azul's soft moan caught your attention when you shifted to keep from slipping. Your cock pressed again a slit of some kind and a single glance downwards told you all you needed to know. You lifted your head and opened your mouth to speak, but before a word could leave your lips, cool pale lips crashed into yours, teeth clashing, but Azul didn't care. His kisses were sloppy and inexperienced but eager to please. Your cock quickly grew to full mass and throbbed as it rubbed against the slippery slit at the center where all of the octo-mers tentacles met. You couldn't help but be curious as to how their anatomy worked, but by the way, Azul's tentacles tightened around your arms, he wasn't willing to wait until you figured it out. You shifted your grip on the rest of him and firmly pressed his back the surface just above the waters. It was a weird slab of flat marble with a modest waterfall blocking it from view. It was a slippery surface, but Azul was careful to keep you two stable.

"Are you sure, Azul?" You asked, the pudgy head of your throbbing cock was pressed against his slit, (that, unbeknownst to you, wasn't there a while ago.) 

Azul nodded desperately, his arms clung to you as he silently pleaded. You pressed your forehead against his and caught his cold lips with yours to try and make the breach less intense. It was likely the octo-mers first time and you didn't want to hurt him... too much. You slowly pressed your cock forward, the blunt weeping head met some resistance but it wasn't long before the rest of you was buried in Azul's cool spongy walls, pressing against what you could only assume was the entrance of a womb. A womb he shouldn't have but...

A smile spread across your lips as Azul whimpered in your ear, his nails dug into your back, but you didn't pay it any mind. Your eyes tracked the way his tummy bulged from your sheer size as you rocked your hips softly, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon. it was a beautiful sight, and you couldn't wait for the way it would surely grow with your seed. You groaned into the crook of his neck, letting the cool sensation of his cold-blooded body pulsing around you wash over you. The slide was smooth and smothering, and you couldn't help but think you should have done this sooner. You wouldn't have minded taking his virginity in his human form, but there was something so intimate about taking it in his natural form. The suckers on his tentacles latched onto you, keeping you from being able to pull away. 

There would likely be marks, but it wasn't something you were concerned with, not when he leaned forward to chase your lips as you picked up the pace, sliding in and out of him with ease. You fucked into his tight crevice with force and you could feel the way his body jolted at the sudden change, your balls slapped against the flat surface between his slit and his backdoor. Azul's heavy breathing and pathetic little whines only encouraged you to fuck him into oblivion. As someone who's never had sex before, you wanted to make sure his first time was something to remember.

"Y-Yuu!" Azul cried, his glasses askew and slightly fogged. You couldn't help the cruel smirk that pulled at your lips or the pleasure that ran up your spine at seeing him in such a state. The precious thing, unaccustomed to the hot pleasurable sensations of the body. You were sure he had some textbook knowledge of mating or some natural instinct as a mer, but he so clearly lacked any experience. You were pulled from your wonderous realizations by Azul's increasingly spasming walls.

"I-I'm- ah! I'm g-gonna-!" Azul cried out, his back arching, jutting his chest into your face. You hummed at his pitiful cries and dragged your tongue up the middle of his chest, relishing in the way an adorable gasp fell from his lips, quickly turning into loud cries of sensitivity. You chuckled at the sounds, your lips quickly moving to latch onto one of his perky nipples, rolling the nub between your teeth as one of your hands came up to pinch and play with the other. Azul's tentacles tightened around your arms, threatening to cut off circulation, but you paid it no mind and continued with your task. sucking and biting at the sensitive little nub with your mouth and pinching and pulling at the other one with your fingers. You lathered them both with attention, savoring the feel of him writhing under you. 

Azul threw his head back, his body going stiff as a board. His eyes rolled back and he clenched his teeth. He came with a guttural scream, his nails dug into your back, breaking skin and drawing blood. You winced at the pinpricks of pain and released his abused nipple with a wet pop, a rough moan falling from your lips at his spasming walls. You could feel the way his hectocotylus spilled useless seed onto the marble surface, further drenching the surface with his sticky fluid. You caught his quivering lips with yours, muffling your groans and swallowing his mewls of overstimulation.  

You don't slow down. The wet slap of your bodies meeting echoed in this hidden corner and only seemed to pick up in volume, as did the volume of Azul's moans and whorish cries. Tears sprang from his eyes, glistening in the light shining from the tank like sapphires. You couldn't help but think it a crime to have never heard him cry so beautifully; like the song of a siren, you were pulled in by his melodious voice, calling to you so sweetly. 

"Azul, Azul," you sing, pleasure wracking through your frame as he squeezes around you, "You're mine, you hear? I'll make sure of it."

Garbled words fell from his lips, incoherent but the effort was adorable nonetheless. An inkling of confusion flashed in his teary eyes, but you didn't give him a chance to gather his thoughts. He was far too intelligent for his own good, making your goal of fucking him stupid rather challenging.

"Once I fill you up, you'll be mine forever," You whispered into his ear, a promise of a future he would have no way of avoiding. You pressed your hand firmly against his tummy, right where his womb would be. Sliding your hand just a little further down you pressed down against the bulge caused by your cock, eliciting delicious screams from your cephalopod lover. 

"Don't you want that, Azul ?" You tease, admiring his deep blue flush and half-lidded eyes. His eyes were dark with arousal, but his gaze seemed distant and unfocused. The longer you fucked him, pushing him to just the brink of climax before slowing down just enough to keep him from cumming. The frustration quickly built and the desperation for release pushed any useless thoughts from his mind, if the increasingly incoherent garbled cries were anything to go off of.

Good.

You bit down on your lip, digging your teeth into the tender flesh. Sweat coated your body and dripped down your chin. There was no need to hold back anymore, and you felt you should reward your precious cephalopod for being so good for you. 

You shifted your angle, humming at the whimpers falling from Azul's lips before picking up your pace; fucking into him with abandon and the change in angle had Azul seeing stars. He clung to consciousness as a painful orgasm shot through his body. You groaned through gritted teeth, fucking him harshly through his high. He thrashed in your grasp, attempting to yell that it was too much, but his grasp on you didn't loosen in the slightest. 

With only a few more sloppy thrusts into the spongy walls of your Azul, you were stuffing him full of virile seed. Your throbbing cock buried in as deep as it could go. You thrust into him sloppily, riding out your high, but you were careful that not a single drop of your sticky cum was wasted. You were on a mission and you wouldn't let the pudgy eggs in your lover go to waste.

Not after all the work you'd gone through to make this moment possible.

A cruel chuckle left your bruised lips, you weren't totally unaffected by the accident in the lab from earlier, but you had definitely breathed in far less than Azul. The accident was just the last touch in your meticulously formed plan. The final step to be able to keep Azul by your side for the rest of your lives. 

You pressed a kiss to Azul's forehead and softly rocked your hips, your cock still hard and throbbing. You were glad you locked the door when you came in, free to do with Azul as you pleased for hours to come and you would make the most of it. Azul's needy whines pushed you to pick up your pace once again. You were certain to wring orgasms from his body to the point he passed out, falling limp against the cool marble surface. 

Completely unaware of his sealed fate.

this is my first "x reader" fic, please be gentle 😔

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