#chainshipping being freaky whats new

[turnipoddity]

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NSFW BELOW

[theflirtmeister]

chainshipping + monsterfucking (is one of them a werewolf? a freaky demon? an alien? a big fucking tentacle monster? dealer's choice 💚)

ao3 link!

When Lawrence pushed open the door to the bathroom of the apartment, he was squirted in the face with one of Diana’s old bath toys. Luckily, he was used to sudden spurts of water, and had taken off his wool jumper before entering the room.

“Childish,” He reprimanded lightly, mopping the water from his face. “You’re meant to be studying.”

“Studying is fucking boring,” Adam said from the bathtub, so many tentacles erupting from his body that it was hard to work out where he ended and began. “I’m dropping out to be your personal fuck toy.”

Lawrence shook his head, and began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel Adam’s eyes on him, almost turned completely black, like a shark. It made a shiver run down his spine at being stared at, like Adam was about to launch himself from the bathtub and drag Lawrence down into the depths.

“You’re thinking about it,” Adam said, tossing his veterinary study book into the corner of the room, the pages curled from getting wet. “You’re thinking about keeping me in this room forever.”

“It would be inhumane,” Lawrence said, pulling off his shirt and neatly folding it. “You deserve better.”

“I deserve,” Adam said. “To fuck you.”

He grinned at Lawrence, little fangs poking out over his top lip. Lawrence had felt those teeth on his cock only last night, and had been alarmed at how much he’d enjoyed it, Adam choking around his dick as his tentacles spurted roe over Lawrence’s body.

Lawrence quickly stripped down, until he was standing in the bathroom in nothing but his prosthetic. Adam licked his lips, and three tentacles reached out to touch Lawrence, stroking his arms, his chest, down his thighs. The tentacles were part of Adam, and yet had their own minds, as Lawrence had found out all too well. He sometimes had images flash into his mind at work of Adam on his hands and knees in the tub, tentacles furiously fucking his every hole.

“C’mere,” Adam said, and Lawrence was pulled towards him, foot skidding on the tiles.

“I’m here,” Lawrence said soothingly, but his stomach violently dropped when the two largest tentacles dragged him over the lip of the tub and he ended up on Adam’s lap. “Woah-“

“Oops,” Adam replied, not sounding very sorry. The tentacles were exploring Lawrence, playing with the prosthetic, one of them trying to curl inside his belly button which made his cock twitch. “Be gentle.”

“They haven’t really learnt the term gentle,” Lawrence said sarcastically, ducking his head to kiss Adam on the mouth. He tasted like seawater, and another tendril stroked his face, curling around the shell of his ear. When they first started this, one of the tentacles had tried to explore Lawrence’s nasal cavity. Lawrence had quickly put a stop to that.

“They get overwhelmed,” Adam said, spreading his legs so that Lawrence caught a hint of his pink cunt. “They think you’re sooooo cute, Doc.”

“Shut up,” Lawrence said fondly, and then gasped when a tentacle dove between his legs. “Adam.”

“What?” Adam said innocently. “We want to fuck you.”

The tentacle trying to force itself inside Lawrence was slick and bulbous at the head, teasing at his hole. Lawrence bit his lip, trying to relax himself, but he was new to this whole… thing. Adam must have sensed his tensing, and kissed him again, tongue salty against Lawrence’s own. Lawrence focused on Adam, the human side of him, and it wasn’t long before he was being breached.

“Oh -!” He said, and Adam smiled against his mouth.

“You feel good?” He asked, one hand squeezing Lawrence’s flank. “You like it?”

“I like it,” Lawrence said, the tentacle thrusting in and out of his ass. “It’s just. New.”

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam promised, hand sliding upwards to touch Lawrence’s nipples, chest lightly dusted with hair. “You’re doing so good Doc.”

Lawrence met him in a kiss again, wrapping his arms around Adam’s neck. Everything was slick and wet, the tentacles, the kiss, the bathwater surrounding them. Lawrence’s cock was hard against his belly, and when he pressed himself against Adam’s body, he left a smear of pre-come across Adam’s sallow stomach.

“Yeah,” Adam said, grinding against him. “You’re so good.”

Lawrence felt embarrassed that he needed this encouragement, especially from someone twice his junior. But Adam had a way of making it sound like the hottest dirty talk in the world, and when another tentacle nudged up against Lawrence’s hole, he went limp and allowed it to enter him.

“Fuck.” Adam dragged out the word. “I can feel you from the inside-“

“Like it?” Lawrence asked, and Adam laughed, the sound echoing around the tiles like a sea witch’s cackle.

“I love it.” He said, and wrapped his hand around Lawrence’s cock to bring him to his first completion of the night.