#Like from time to time I'm doing chores around the cult and I'll see them give a lil smooch before returning to whatever they were doing

[drawbudd]

LOVE WINS???

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

Shauna brings you to Lottie's wellness center

SUBMISSION:

i LOVE your writing

Could I request Shauna x female reader

When Shauna tells reader that she’s going to lotties wellness center or whatever reader breaks down because reader is like seriously attached to Shauna so they go together but reader is also really shy and hates being in places with loads of people and when they get there and Shauna is told to go do the activity she chose reader follows and then that annoying guy with the goat tells reader to go away but Shauna defends reader and they go into the forest for a fluffy little make out sesh till misty interrupts

A/N: obsessed with this prompt and how specific it is, ugh, eating this shit up

"Honey, I kind of have to go." Shauna repeated to you, hands on your knees.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, eyes furrowed in defiance. "I don't want you to leave for a long time. I want to be with you!"

"What are you going to do there?" Shauna attempted to reason with you.

"What are you going to do there." You argued.

Shauna let out a long breathy sigh. "Okay, touché. But there's going to be a lot of people there. A lot of freaks. It's a cult, Y/N."

"But I'll be with you." You smiled sweetly.

She rolled her eyes. "It's useless trying to say no to you. Okay, get your butt in the car."

***

When the two of you arrived, it was more crowded than you originally thought. Purple blobs moved around in incredibly intentional paths, doing chores, talking to each other, laughing.

Shauna grabbed your hand. "Jesus Christ."

"This is awful." You snorted. "Holy shit."

You both walked forward toward the center of the compound. Natalie and Misty walked toward the both of you.

"Natalie." Shauna mumbled, heading over to give her a hug.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. Very quickly, several of Shauna's old friends tumbled in, all equally surprised to see each other. You, however, quickly became the center of attention.

"Who is this?" Natalie drawled, walking closer to get a better look at you. "She's young, Shauna."

Shauna cleared her throat. "This is Y/N. She's my partner."

"Oh." Taissa raised her brows.

You smiled sheepishly, moving closer to Shauna for safety. "Hi."

"Welcome."

Everyone turned their heads. Lottie was walking toward the lot of you. "Especially to you." Lottie smiled, reached out her hands to lock with yours.

You allowed her to, immediately understanding the chokehold this woman had on your lover and her friends. "Uh, hey."

"You're gorgeous. So full of life." She grinned. "I'm so glad you're here."

You swallowed, wondering if you were beginning to regret coming, actually. "Thanks. Happy to tag along."

You looked behind your shoulder at Shauna, who shrugged at you with confused eyes.

"Come along. All of you. The time is ripe to get started on your treatments." She tugged you along by the hand, and you sped up your gate to keep up with her.

Shauna jogged ahead, and the rest followed suit, playing follow the leader.

***

"When someone new comes in, we often let them choose a treatment for themselves." Lottie announced, holding a pine board with different therapies written on them in pretty handwriting. "Especially for our newest guest, I think we should let Y/N go first."

You blinked, looking at the women around you who seemed incredibly tentative to interact with anything that was going on at all.

"Alright." You mumbled, taking the board from her.

"Listen." Van sat up. "No offense, but this is really just not for me."

Natalie piped up, "I thought the same thing. Just give it a chance."

"Listen, Nat. I'm happy you're alive, and Lottie, it's... good to see you're back from Switzerland." Van continued.

"Switzerland? That was over a decade ago." Lottie shook her head, seemingly offended.

"Wow. That's great." Van nodded. "But I am just..."

"Okay, um." You sputtered. "I am going to do self-care. Right, Shauna?"

"Oh, mm, mhmm." She nodded. "Absolutely. All of my rational senses are screaming, but yes, self-care sounds right."

You slapped her thigh and gave her a warning look. The rest of the group picked their own therapies as well.

"Wonderful. We're going to get you started with this, but before you all head out, you will need to text this landline number to someone who is available for emergencies." Lottie announced. "You will be giving up your phones."

That was fine. Shauna was your emergency contact, and honestly, you were Shauna's. You took your phone out of your pocket, "Going offline for a few days will be nice."

"Technology keeps you enslaved to other peoples priorities." Misty nodded to you.

"Say," Lottie sang, "Y/N. Why don't I take you and Shauna out to the barn where we will begin your treatment?"

"Barn?" Shauna questioned.

***

It was, indeed, a barn filled with cattle. Cows, goats, chickens, and lambs scattered the place with many people to tend over them and take care of them.

Shauna gave the place a once over. "Wait. This is self-care? Doesn't that usually include, like, massages. Or mud maths. Or a hot tub?"

Lottie chuckled. "Hey, I have to go, but someone will come over with, Bruce. I'll see you later!"

"Who is, Bruce?" Shauna called out, but Lottie had already traveled off.

A man walked over holding a little baby goat.

You squealed. "Awww, baby!"

He sneered at you. "What are you doing here? This is a one party therapy only."

"Hey." Shauna snapped. "Fuck you, purple boy."

With a scoff, he tried to hand Shauna the goat, but she backed away. "What are you doing?" She grimaced.

"You have to take care of him. It's the treatment. You will learn about all the ways in which taking care of Bruce rewards you, and the way in which he brings out sacrifices within you." The guy rattled off, almost reading from a script.

"No." Shauna shook her head. "No way."

You grabbed the baby goat away from the purple man. "I'll take him, then."

"He's not for you." The man shouted.

"Okay, listen you oompa loompa, freak." Shauna got up close to him. "Leave my girlfriend alone. She is the only one here who is going to actively care about that goat. I will find a way to fuck it up."

With a childlike level of attitude, the guy took off and stomped out of the barn.

"He seems emotionally stable." You commented, patting Bruce on the head.

Shauna sighed in annoyance. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here."

You walked alongside her out of the barn and further up into the woods. "You know, this is kind of fun. I love animals."

"Of course you would think this is fun." She smiled, a tender look in her eyes. "You're so sweet."

You blushed, holding on tighter to Bruce as you climbed your way through brush and trees. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can be alone for a little while. I need to get away from those freaks." Shauna replied.

There was a silence for a time as you both trudged along.

"Lottie is for sure a cult leader, right?" You asked.

"Oh absolutely." Shauna agreed.

***

Once there was a good place to sit, Shauna helped you tie Bruce to a tree so that you and her could have some time to yourselves.

You sat down on the dead leaves beneath you, and Shauna followed suit.

"I'm really glad you came." She said. "This would be unbearable without you."

"What? Is it so hard to take care of the little guy for a day?" You joked, snuggling up to her, pointing toward Bruce who was gnawing on a branch.

She smiled down at you, brushing baby hairs off of your face. "I just meant...all of this. This shit with Lottie and the others. I'm just glad you're here."

You lifted your chin up, your lips brushing against hers. She brought her face closer down, her palm wrapping around the nape of your neck to keep your lips close. She kissed you very sweetly, her other hand making its way to your waist.

"Mmm." You moaned into her mouth, smiling into the kiss.

"What?" She whispered, clutching you tight.

"You're so pretty." You shrugged.

With a chuckle she continued to kiss you, her hand tangled in your hair, and her tongue dancing on yours.

Then, out of nowhere, leaves began to crunch. You broke away from Shauna, expecting some kind of wildlife to be quickly encroaching. But alas, it was just Misty.

"Oh, I am so sorry." She gasped. "Was I interrupting something?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Yes." Shauna said emphatically.

Misty scoffed. "Well, okay, then. Shouldn't you be in therapy, anyway?"

"We are." Shauna said.

"Last I checked, getting fresh in the woods was not on that list, okay?" Misty chastised.

"Wait." Your eyebrows furrowed, looking toward the tree that Bruce was supposed to be on. "Where did he go?"

Shauna looked over as well and groaned. "Oh shit, not the goat."

"Well then I guess I'll help you find him." Misty grinned. "Come here goat."

The two of you sat up from the ground.

"Shouldn't you be in therapy, too?" Shauna questioned Misty.

"I would really rather not sit in a dark tank void of any sound, filled with water. That's terrible for my vertigo." She replied.

Very quickly, you found Bruce bleating near a tree. "Oh! Oh thank God."

You ran to him and lifted him into your arms. "All better now."

"Oh good." Shauna clasped her hands together. "Good job, Y/N."

With a proud little smile on your face, Shauna kissed you again, and forgetting the company you were in, gave your rear end a little slap. "Don't let him out of your sight."

You cradled Bruce close to your chest. "Never."

[professionalakazasimp]

Douma x Reader

Part 3

_interactive game_

(AFAB reader)

Choice made~

"Agree to stay at his abode with hesitation."

Warnings: Slight manipulation, non consensual hugging, and violence (in his head)

"R-ran away-? Why would i-"

You were really put on the hot seat here. Was it really that obvious you'd run away? And why does he want someone like you to stay so badly? Wouldn't you just be a burden? There wasn't really a choice, you couldn't get yourself to lie. It would just get to trapped further.

"I...I did run away. Yes." You confessed.

"My guess was right! Haha. I didn't know I was such a people person."

He excitedly replied, creepily emphasizing on the "people person".

"Well then, this certainly means you have nowhere to return, right? So you should just stay here! It's really dangerous out there, you'd certainly get yourself killed again. It's safer here."

"Safer...?" You were beginning to nervously sweat, thinking to yourself about what you should do. He was right, you had absolutely nowhere to go. It's suicide going out there again, but your gut kept telling you staying here will be worse. But you brushed it off.

Your really just brushed it off.

"Sir- I don't really know if I should. I would just be a burden, not to mention that I don't know how to repay you..." you said in a quiet voice, still confused on what to do.

"Repay? Me? Haha, you're so honest and sweet, it's cute, really.

You don't need to repay me. You can perform chores around here if you insist on paying me back. But even that isn't compulsory."

He continued smiling eeriely.

"Well...If you insist. I'm so glad I was found by a stranger as kind and generous as you. I'll try to prove to be worthy of all this the best I can."

You replied with a smile, a small deep part of your mind screaming at you for accepting the offer.

You rose your head, opening your mouth to ask a question.

"H-hey, if you don't mind me asking- What is your n-"

The door suddenly opened. You flinch, looking up to see a dark silhouette of a man at the door, illuminated only slightly at the edges of his body by torch light. He sat on the ground, bowing his head. What the actual fuck was going on?

"Lord Douma, a helpless couple looks for your blessings."

"Lord" Douma? So Douma was his name? But why "lord"? Was he really that rich? And blessings? Isn't that something you ask from God when you're really helpless? Who was this man who'd saved you? Some sort of cult leader?

You snap out of your thoughts looking at him. He maintained a smile, but something about it seemed off. He seemed a little bit mad.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, why don't you provide them with some refreshing tea til' then?"

The man raises his head off the ground, nodding and leaving, closing the door behind him.

He looks back at you.

"You were asking something?"

"I- I was asking for your name? Or what I should call you?" You replied timidly.

"Ohhhh right, where are my manners? My name is Douma. What's yours~?"

"That's a really...catchy name. My name is y/n. Y/n L/n, but I don't really use my last name anymore since I've cut ties with my family now. Sh-should I add "lord" before your name too or-?"

"Nice to meet you Y/n. And for your second question, you don't need to call me that. But it's alright if you do."

He begins getting closer to you, moving playfully almost like a child. Before grabbing you into a hug.

You let out a small squeak in surprise.

He whispers into your ear,

"I hope you enjoy your time here."

Oh, he could smell that sweet marechi blood even better now. The urge to take a bite out of your neck was driving him crazy.

He backs up, his signature smile still on his face.

"I'll be in the room directly to the right of the floor beneath this one. Don't hesitate to ask me if you need anything."

He leaves the room, leaving you scared but flustered. "What the actual heck just happened?"

You didn't even hear him telling you where he'd be properly because you were screaming internally.

After you calmed down, the goosebumps on your skin settling back down, you looked around and made a realization.

This place was dark as hell. There were no windows. A few small holes on the walls close to the ceiling were present, decorated with colorful glass coverings along with a dark wooden handle. They reminded you alot of his eyes. Such odd eyes. You'd never seen anything like them.

Getting up, you decide to figure out what to do now that you were alone.

[krakenshaped]

Nothing boring about having your projects clearly named! what is couch about tho? :0

Brjskhdkqjdna if I don't clearly name them I'll lose them cause I play a lot of dnd and have so many docs in my drive (too many I need to gut my Google docs so baaad)

Couch is about Manjoume going to therapy and lamenting being unemployed LMAO I wrote it at the beginning of this year and never really did finish it (I got a big chunk of one shots collecting dust like that)

I'll grab a snippet for the funny 👇

"Therapy was one of those necessary chores, you told yourself in an attempt to coerce yourself into going every two weeks. Kind of like cleaning your room or paying the gas bill or walking the dog. 

Jun doesn't have a dog. Nor does Jun pay his gas bill or clean his room or even clean himself regularly. He does go to therapy though. In some sort of strange, hopeful way that therapy will somehow fix his problems and give him meaning to his life, or… Something. At least it somewhat helped him stop thinking so much. 

Perhaps 5 years ago from now, he wouldn't have expected to see himself in this place. Y'know, he thought by 21 he'd be doing something important with himself. He'd be in the pro leagues, all sleek black suits and shiny cars, a name that people knew - no respected.

It would be plastered on billboards, on advertisements, on shining lights. Manjoume Thunder. Not just Manjoume, youngest of three or Jun, duel academy's second biggest crackpot but something more. 

Maybe he'd even have a girl by his side. 

Maybe that girl would Asuka.

But he's not in the pro leagues. He's not in a fancy car. He's not even in his bedroom back home - wherever home is.

He's on Tenjouin's couch. 

He's been on Tenjouin's couch for around a year now. The lead up to that was a rollercoaster ride. Turns out after the world almost ends multiple times and you literally die and are brainwashed into joining a cult all while studying for midterms, you don't have a lot of patience for your shitty fucking brothers - who are both pretty mad that you're back at their mansion and not a baby Seto Kaiba. But then, Manjoume remembered, hey, I'm not 15 years old, I can defend myself now, and honestly, he could only last a couple of months having to butt heads with his brothers over any and every miniscule issue.

God forbid he breathe without somehow getting paid for it. Those assholes thought he was some sort of living cookie clicker for shitty card games.

So he did what most young adults with a brain do when their shitty, rich, totally not abusive brothers slash guardians are completely unbearable to live with. He stole Chosaku's credit card, took all available money out the account and used it until it was frozen. 

Which was totally fine. For like. A year. All he needed was enough money to survive on until he could get a job and start living for himself. Easy. Right? If everyone else can do it surely he can. I mean. How bad can it be? He just needs to pay for his rent right?

Ah, but. He also needs to feed himself.

Hmm… He also needs utilities to make that food. Not to mention to pay for aircon, I mean it's pretty fucking hot in the Kanto summers. You expect him to not have ac? He's also gonna need a computer to type up his job applications… and then an internet connection to submit those job applications… 

Internet is how much a month…?

You have to pay what for a TV license???

At least he lasted the year.

Which to be honest. Is more than he initially thought after he crunched the numbers. He doubts anyone else would be able to survive in these conditions. If there's one thing Osiris dorms taught him is that you can survive anywhere in this world with wits quick enough and your brothers credit card. However that didn't really last forever. Jun didn't think there was anything more difficult than finding an affordable living that doesn't compromise his luxurious taste, until he realised he has to convince people he's worth employing.

People ask for so much. He had no idea that the assholes that run the workplace could be so demanding. They want you to be qualified but apparently the ever-so-lofty PhD in dueling isn't a valid qualification and even if it was they also want you to have experience - the places that don't need experience want you to be young so they don't have to pay you a full wage and to top it off you have to answer every question correctly. That includes the small talk. Don't forget, they also want you to be able to drive because how else are you supposed to be here at 6 and finish at 9 when the first bus in the morning is at 5.59, and forget it altogether if you have anything else going on in your life, because even the most flexible of jobs will knock you back if you have additional commitments.

And so it took him back to Tenjoin. Because who else in this world is his backbone if not Tenjouin Fubuki? Who else will swaddle him in linen cloth and hold him to his bosom like the holy child if not Tenjouin Fubuki? His guiding light. The brother he never had. The harbinger of all knowledge and wisdom this world had to offer- 

"I'm glad you have a support system that's so reliable, Manjoume-san, however if we can loop back to the topic? We were talking about the Society of Light."

"Oh. Right."

[lifeonvenuswriting]

STANDS UP.

Alright time to christen my new blog with the raunchiest shit I've ever written in my life. Myc x Self-Insert smut. Warnings under cut! MINORS LEAVE.

Cw: Major Breeding Kink, Tentacles (It's Myc lmao), Sex Pollen

@flyingspicerack LMAO I HOPE ITS OKAY I STOLE THE TERM SEX DEN IT WAS SOOOO FUNNY TO ME Also i refuse to edit this anymore LMAO sorry for any mistakes or missing italics

"I'm sorry? What did you just call this room?"

Ectoc was fucking bewildered as their eyes widened and they spun the vape pen Myc lended them around their fingers idely.

"The sex den?" Myc gestured vaguely at the door, "it has all the shit you'd need for it; lube, toys..." Ectoc tuned out the rest of the list, taking a hit from the pen and handing it back to Myc.

They leaned against the wall in thought, tapping their thigh as Myc prattled on about the sex room. Never in all their life had they seen or heard of a "Sex Den". Not even when they joined a sex cult in the 70s after getting annoyed at their followers for trying to sacrifice a Virgin to them. They go a little bit on autopilot as Myc pushes the door open to reveal the room. Ectoc followed behind Myc as they looked around the room, squinting at various objects.

"So this is a place you use like... regularly?" They can't bring themself to ask why in the world he wouldn't just turn the room into something more... useful?? Or even why this room existed in the first place. They had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't like the answer Myc gave.

It was late, 2 in the morning and hours before Ectoc could go in to work. Usually when they are waiting to go back to work they trance or shower or even get some chores done, but something about today just made them anxious and on edge the whole time. They messaged Myc about it and he had suggested that Ectoc come over to "Netflix and Chill". So with the only other option being sitting bored in their room they chose to go see Myc.

Myc flopped down on the bed in the middle of the room, accompanied by the sound of sloshing water.

"You're kidding me," Ectoc stared at Myc with an incredulous expression as they approached him.

"Seriously??? The water bed is the one thing you can't believe? God, you need to get out more," Myc jabbed a tentacle at Ectoc defensively, crossing two others when they just deadpanned at him.

Ectoc trailed a few fingers up the flagella pointed at them, tilting their head and inspecting it as Myc trembled slightly from the sensation.

"What was that again?" The eldritch entity tilted its head slightly, an ear twitching as they watched Myc for a reaction. They opted to plop down beside him, still holding the tendril in their hand softly.

Ectoc paused and bit the inside of their cheek, staring at the tendril in hand. It was actually pretty different than they expected from Myc's species. They sort of just assumed it was smooth all the way down. Granted, they hadn't really interacted much with the hive cluster when they crashed onto Earth. It was sort of a "You stay out if my way, I'll stay out of yours," situation.

"You gonna do something or just sit and stare at it?" Myc had a bit of an uncomfortable tone in his voice that Ectoc didn't think they'd ever really hear.

They shook their head, looking back up at Myc, "Sorry, it's just-- it's been a long, long time since I've seen one of your species. I never really got a good chance to know how you guys worked."

Myc snorted and gestured at Ectoc with a flagella, "That is some of the weirdest shit I've heard you say so far. What, you wanna study me or something?"

Ectoc laughed a little and nodded, shifting a little uncomfortably, "I just uh... I think the way things work are cool."

Myc waved off Ectoc and tilted his head, groaning, "I know, I know. I've seen your journal collection, you don't gotta justify it. Make it fun at least 'cause I didn't invite you over just to get studied."

Ectoc nodded and returned their attention to the flagella in their hand, looking at the tip. There were soft, cilia-like barbs at the end of it, pointing back towards his base. They ran the pad of their thumb over them, careful not to slide the tip of their claw over the tendril as they rubbed the bumps back and forth, the tips sticking to their skin a little bit.

They looked up to see Myc shivering, and he finally let out a moan for his companion. It was sort of... soft in a way.

"That's..." Ectoc paused to let Myc catch his "breath" a little bit, feeling humid air from his gills waft slowly across their face. It had a sweet, earthy smell to it, "It feels so good when you do that. Especially when you rub them the opposite way."

Ectoc nodded, watching as the tendril began to pulse a little bit, right underneath the skin.

"Is that what they usually do to uh... milk you?"

Myc shook his head, wrapping his tendril slightly around their hand.

"The handjobs are mostly around the middle of the flagella."

Ectoc nodded as they watched the tip excrete some pre, feeling it throb under their hand. They run their thumb back over the barbs, turning the tendril over in their hand to investigate the bumps on the sides of it. They run their free hand over them, absent-mindedly wondering if they should sprout their extra arms or not.

"Sensory nerves," Myc supplies, "They aren't usually super sensitive to touch but..." he makes a sound like he's sucking in a breath as Ectoc presses a little harder onto them, "Sex is a different."

"What about those barbed parts then?" Ectoc doesn't stop their touches, letting a smirk slide out as they looked back at the mushroom.

"More... Mnn... Sex stuff."

Ectoc laughs a little bit at his inability to supply information much further, looking back down at the pulsing tendril in hand, "I hadn't even noticed most of this when we first hooked up..."

"No shit!" Myc gasped out.

Ectoc watched as Myc's flagella pulsed and throbbed, the color just under his skin changing as some kind of fluid moved under it. They shifted to gaze at the slit at the tip, observing the hot pink flesh beginning to poke out.

Experimentally, Ectoc rubbed their index against it, the flesh almost pushing back against their finger in response. A sharp burst of air from his gills washed over Ectoc again, a more spiced hint this time.

"I definitely did not see this before?" Ectoc continued to rub at it, beginning to poke their purple tongue out.

"S'not for... regular sex," Myc shivered as Ectoc allowed their tongue to fully slide out, saliva sliding down their tongue and coagulating into a drop on the end, dripping down onto his tendril.

Ectoc glances up with bright eyes, pupils narrowing into slits.

"Good thing this is for research, then," They hissed out.

They curled their tongue around his tentacle, it coiling tight before they draw it back into their mouth, being careful to not let his sensitive flagella brush against their sharp teeth.

They bobbed their head slowly at first, looking at Myc with hooded eyes and wrapping their arms around his stem. Myc also began to move his tentacle back and forth, groaning at the friction created by the movement of them both.

Ectoc slowly unraveled their tongue from its coil around his limb, trailing their tongue up, up, up towards the tip. They can feel the pulsing more strongly with the press of flesh against flesh, feeling the throbbing throughout their mouth.

Myc's other limbs curl around Ectoc's body, dragging them down till they both lay close to each other.

Ectoc began to squirm, feeling a heat beginning to bloom from their cunt, panting as an intense arousal took hold of them. A lot more intense than the usual kind they experienced.

They opted to push through it, hollowing their cheeks as they poked their tongue into the slit of his tip, being rewarded with a moan from Myc.

The outside skin of his flagella felt different than the hot pink flesh that poked out from underneath, they noted briefly. The skin had more of a soft, velvety texture while the flesh was smooth and... sort of slimy.

The inside almost readily pulled their tongue in, muscles pulsing around it as they allowed their tongue to be sucked in. Ectoc could feel Myc shove his tendrils under their clothes, gripping and fondling desperately at any place he could grab. They were both impossibly close together, Ectoc caged in by their companions limbs.

With no where else to put their hands, they placed them onto his face-orb, watching the glow fade between pink and purple.

His tendril pulled off of their tongue as they trailed a hand down his stem to his base, Ectoc watching as a chill ran down him when they lightly trailed a claw down him. Finally reaching the base, they pressed on it lightly, listening to him groan as some liquid spilled from his tendril, dripping down onto Ectoc's tongue and down the back of their throat.

They let their mouth hang open, panting when Myc pulled the tendril out of their mouth. A trail of saliva hung between their mouth and the flagella, breaking in the middle and dripping down between them. Ectoc noticed how their were also barbs on the exposed tip of the limb, similar to the skin covering it. Their gaze flicked between the limb and Myc's face, cracking a small, giddy smile and giggling.

"That was fuckin' hot," Ectoc managed to get out between giggles.

"Pointing it out ruins the mood, dumbass."

Ectoc pouts and crosses their arms, attempting to pull away but ultimately unsuccessful.

"Well sorry I can't read minds like you do!"

Ectoc began trying to squirm out of his grasp, giggling as his other tentacles tightened around their body and circled around their wrists.

"Aw, c'mon, I know that pollen's workin' on ya', stay~"

Ectoc snorted and shoved Myc's stem roughly, "you did not dose me with sex pollen!" They knew that he did, it explained the smell of spices earlier. It wasn't what Myc usually smelled like.

"Oh, I totally did, and you're definitely feeling it by now," Myc ran one of his tentacles into the spandex shorts Ectoc was wearing, lightly brushing against their t-dick.

Ectoc gasped and squirmed at the slight touch, the pollen making them almost ten times more sensitive than usual.

"Why don't we get these off, eh?" He moves his tendril downwards, pulling the shorts and their briefs lower before letting them snap back into place.

Ectoc whimpered and quickly pulled them down for him and slipping their night shirt off. They swung a leg over Myc's stem, grinding slightly against his base and panting at the slightest touch. The tendril covered in saliva slid downwards and brushed against Ectoc's dripping cunt.

"Wow, can't believe I have all this to myself? You always this wet or is it just for me?"

Ectoc gasped as his tip teased their cunt, claws digging slightly into his stem as they ground their dick against his base.

"D-do you ever--*haah* shut up?"

"Not unless you make me," Myc slid his tendril into Ectoc easily, his flesh pressing deliciously against their walls.

Ectoc moaned and arched their back, relieving their claws from their hold on Myc's stem. Small divots from where they dug their claws into him were left behind, but Ectoc ignored that in favor of placing their hands back onto his face orb and drawing him closer.

After a few moments of breathing onto him in the shared space, they planted a kiss right onto his orb. A warmth blossomed from where they kissed him and they smirked when he paused his movements.

Taking advantage of the moment they rolled their tongue over his face and moaned, trailing saliva over him while adding more kisses to the pile. A flagella that was holding onto one of their wrists came up and pushed their mouth away from him.

"You're disgusting," Myc attempted to wipe his face off.

"You're literally inside me right now man, plus you're slimy like... 90% of the time," Ectoc opted to lay their head into the part between his head and his stem, trailing a finger up and down his body.

Myc snorted, "Whatever," and began to slowly pump his tendril in and out of Ectoc.

Ectoc shivered and rewarded Myc with a few gasps while he massaged their insides. They could feel his cilia prick against their walls, feeling sticky almost. There was also the fact that his flagella was pressing deeper and deeper inside of them, their stomach bulging out slightly where he would slide against their insides.

"So-- ah... So good," Ectoc shivered as they spoke, feeling two of Myc's tendrils sink down and spread their cunt.

"Mhmm," Myc absentmindedly agreed, uncharacteristically quiet as he slid the tendril inside of them deeper until he could press against their cervix.

Ectoc flinched at the sudden pressure inside them, gasping and attempting to squirm in Myc's grip. He tightened his limbs, however, and drew the tentacle inside them away, only by a little bit.

"Shhh, shhh," he stroked their face with a tendril, voice oddly soft, "Good or bad?"

Ectoc caught their breath from the sudden stimulation, panting wildly, "G-good. It's good," they wrestled their hands out of his grasp and wrapped their arms around his stem, "I think I understand now."

"Hm, you do?" He inched the tip back up to their cervix, pressing it gently while undulating the rest of his limb slowly, "Tell me what you want then, doll."

His voice was low and Ectoc shivered when it pressed against them, almost as if he was trying to slip inside.

"Fuck--Fuckin' breed me, hotstuff," They felt him tremble around their hold, "Like you're the last. I need you to use me."

"Oh, fuck that's hot," he moaned out, "Yeah, I gotchu baby... ahh... Gonna fill you up, yeah?"

He began to talk as he attempted to press his tip inside their womb, a second tendril sliding inside their cunt while moving the two stretching them out away and around their body to drag them down his tendrils.

"*Fuck*, gonna fuck you full of my cum, sweetheart," his tip poked inside their womb, "Gonna get you knocked up and nobody'll know except me."

Ectoc squirmed and moaned as his tip slid further inside and latched onto the walls of their womb, the second tendril inside of them pressing harshly on their Grafenburg Spot.

"You're so tight its," he makes a panting noise, "It's like you're...mmmmm....milking me or something," his tendrils pulsating grew more intense when Ectoc squeezed around them, unable to do much else because of Myc's grip on their waist, and fucking them on his flagella, "That what you want? Huh?"

Ectoc nodded and squeezed their eyes shut, panting, so, so close.

"Mmmmmhmm... needa-- need ya' to put a baby in me."

Myc shuddered and arched his stem, tensing up with a final push against Ectoc's g-spot and a pulse of his tendrils.

Ectoc gasped as Myc came inside them, warm fluid filling them them up, each gush moving through their entrance like a flexible knot.

They came when they felt the third pulse of fluid moved inside their womb, gasping and attempting to grind against Myc as he resumed pushing into their g-spot intermittently. They could almost feel him in their throat as their cunt throbbed around him.

They whimpered when their orgasm tapered down but Myc's cum continued to enter them, coupled by him twitching sporadically with soft groans as he released inside them.

He shakily stroked down their back with a flagella, sighing as his final spurt was released inside them, "Good boy."

Ectoc's could've almost gotten aroused again if it weren't for how sore they felt, and the daze beginning to take over them. Probably 'cause of the blowjob. They half-heartedly thought in their daze.

They gasped as they felt his tip retract from their womb, the once pleasant tingles caused by the barbs now moderately uncomfortable and leaving them crampy and empty-ish as he slipped out of them.

They whined uncomfortably as they pulled away from him, sweat coating their body. Ectoc slowly settled and relaxed into the bed, sighing and resting their hands on their slightly bloated stomach.

They heard Myc shifting around and opened their eyes slowly, scooping up some of the cum seeping out of them and into their fingers, spreading them and watching its slide down their hand. They glanced over at Myc, who laid down beside them and trailed one of his less sensitive flagella down to push some of the leaking cum back in.

They giggled in their haze and stated back at their hand, "So much..."

Myc paused and stopped playing with his own spunk and looked over at Ectoc. He pressed a tendril onto their head, allowing himself to fully read their thoughts for once. Just to check in, he told himself.

He sighed at what he saw and cursed, scooping up the delirious Deity while trying not to let his cum drip out in gratuitous amounts onto the floor.

He started a warm bath for them, attempting to clean up what he could, Ectoc whining in discomfort anytime Myc had to reach in to scoop some cum out.

That's when a mildly concerning thought hit him, one that he's never really had to worry about before when bedding other partners.

Could Ectoc actually get pregnant?

He felt himself start to panic, sort of. Ectoc would have brought it up, right?

Myc had thought about it in the past. Having kids. Hell, during the whole project reboot fiasco he was so close to having that. But he didnt want that right now. Especially not with someone he's known for, like, two months.

He slipped Ectoc into the warm bathwater once he decided they were sufficiently cleaned up. Myc leaned back against the tub, pulling out his phone to distract himself from the increasingly worrying thoughts.

Ectoc slowly came out of their daze, blinking slowly as the fuzziness in their head dissipated. They stared down at the bathwater, vaguely remembering being carried here.

They looked over at the mushroom in the corner of their eye, leaned over his phone. Ectoc shifted slightly, leaning over the edge of the tub and resting their head against their arms. He hadn't seemed to notice them yet.

"Hey," they said quietly, not expecting Myc to flinch in a startle and turn his phone off.

"Heyyyy... so. Question. Can you get pregnant?"

Ectoc blinked and sat up, mouth opening slightly then closing as they tried to decide what to say. They squinted and looked to the side as they tapped their chin and Myc feared the worst.

Just before he could panic-text Andre, Ectoc spoke with an eyebrow raised.

"Not unless I wanted too? The way deities have kids is different than mortals. Why?"

Myc stared at Ectoc as he processed the answer, only to jolt again as the other laughed.

"OH! Oh my stars did you--" they snort and slam their hand onto the tub, "You thought you actually could get me pregnant huh?"

Myc scoffed and went back to his phone, jabbing at it roughly with a tendril, "No. What made you think that?"

Ectoc rolled their eyes and snorted once more, sinking back into the bath, "Sure buddy, sure."

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Happy Blorbo Blursday! For three OCs of your choice: What is a habit or quirk or ritual they have that they only do when they're alone?

Hello. Happy late Blorbo Blursday. I hope you are having a wonderful day.

This is such a great question, as it's something that I have been thinking about, as I reoutline and redraft everything that I lost from a glitch. It was actually hard for me.

I'll answer this for a character from each three novels: Cold as Ice, Flight of the Dragon, and Pale Fire.

Alystin Torrath of Flight of the Dragon

Although Alystin had foster parents like Anabelle and Cyras, she was brought up in a loving environment. The fact that she was a child of prophecy was kept from her, but her parents would keep her safe from the Cult of the Old Gods who wanted to capture her and use her for their own ends.

While Alystin knew that her foster family was not her biological family, she still loved them. She would help out around their inn: the Huntsman. There would be times where she would go into town to fetch whatever her family would need for their patrons.

When no one is around, Alystin will sing quietly to herself. It doesn't matter the melody, but she finds that singing will makes her chores go quicker. If someone does walk in like the mysterious knight-errant that will disappear for years at a time, she becomes embarrassed.

After her father taught her to read and if she is by herself, she cannot enjoy a meal if she doesn't have a manuscript to read when she eats. She will take her time to savor her food and enjoyed reading fairy tales. The novels that she would read would have some rules that the hero had to follow if they were to survive, serving as a warning for children and adults alike.

Anabelle Laure Marguerite Vasser de Surven from Pale Fire

Note: I'm still working out what city in Surven she is from in the Olessan Empire.

Anabelle was a vivacious young woman until her first contract as a shadow blade saw the destruction of two coastal towns. The events still linger with her. Publicly, she would pursue drinking as a means to forget what happened.

Being around people never really makes her memories go away and the drink will only make the edges around them blurry. A smell or sound can trigger them. Her recollection is worse at night. When she stayed to help oversee the coastal towns reconstruction, crime would often run undeterred. She learned to sleep upright on the dirty ground with her back to a wall and wake from any noise.

Even years later, Anabelle still feels safer sleeping on the floor. When she retires for the night, she will dress in her nightclothes, pull a blanket from her bed, and sit with her back against the bedframe. She will also have the side of her bed face the door, so she will be able to see who comes into her room.

Cyras Giovanna Teresa Covelli de Lucci from Cold as Ice

Cyras is a product of her environment and upraising. After her parents died, she and her sister would be forced to live on the streets and join a children gang. Life would become worse when a duke named Niccolo Napoli would tempt her with the offer of rescuing her and her sister a respite from the harsh street life.

Her horrific abuse at Niccolo's hands would cause her to harden into the woman who would become a stoic Stewardess. Her life is still a lonely one and shaped her compulsive disorder.

When she is alone, Cyras will often get water as hot as she could stand it and wash her hands up to her elbows with expensive imported soap. She will use each bar only once before she throws it away. There are times when her hands are scalded. Even though she tries to use lotion to cover it up, her hands sometimes can be a bit dry and chapped.

Thank you so much for this question as it did help me think a little about each character.