#slime and anything...slimy

[hurglewurm]

don't want to go to bed bc i've unfortunately fallen into some kind of drawing tom hardy era

[shoecrabs]

i honestly don't think anyone will care but I keep brainrotting over the idea of a pjo/rainworld au

I've turned the Seven into funky slimy cats dealing w concepts far beyond their comprehensions lmao

[cerealmilker]

while visiting the doctor he asks you if you’d like to participate in highly important medical research for a bit of extra cash, he says they’ll pay five thousand bucks at the end of the research and all you have to do is “run a few standard tests and stay a couple of nights at a research facility”

you agree, i mean he said it was important and the fact they are paying you is a nice added bonus, what could be so bad about a couple of nights in a medical research facility?

the next day you arrive at the address given to you, an empty secluded carpark, with a black SUV parked in the middle. you get out expecting maybe a doctor or a scientist to happily greet you, they did say it was highly important, surely this is normal right? instead four suited men emerge from the doors of the vehicle and grab you roughly by the arms and legs carrying you into the car, kicking and struggling you notice one reach into his pocket, pull out a small cloth and push it close against your face. you only remember the sweet smell as you blackout.

florescent white light invades your vision when you re awake. groggy, you try to stretch your arms when you realise you cant move them, infact, you cant move anything from your neck down. you look down to see you are strapped down on a padded table, arms pinned to your sides, legs spread apart, naked and vulnerable. you were so confused, what the hell was going on?

you see a man, a clean looking older man wearing a white lab coat enters the room holding a clipboard and a pen and takes a seat next to you in a chair just out of your vision. you try to speak, to ask him what was going on but your words are muffled and barely audible, in your mouth was a small gag. after a couple of minutes hearing him writing on a his clipboard you notice a wet squelching sound approaching you, as it got to where you were strapped on the table you heard the man speak. “time is 22:43, first compatibility test starts now”

you felt multiple long slimy tentacles wrap round your already restrained thighs, more made their way onto your chest circling your breasts and eventually teasing your nipples, they began by gently prodding them, tapping and nudging your nipples before placing one of their suckers on each of them. this can’t be happening. you feel your clit twitch. no this- this is so wrong, you didn’t sign up for this, why was this happening to you? what was this thing? and why….why was it making you wet?

you didn’t get the chance to be confused for much longer, feeling another slimy appendage make its way up your legs, it makes its way up your thigh and then stops, right infront of your cunt. slowly it rubs itself up and down your slit, mixing its slime with your wetness before making is way to your clit. again it prods, pokes and taps at the bud between your legs. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you really dont want to be turned on by this but something about the way the tentacle on has now switched to suckling gently on your clit has you gushing.

“the subject responds incredibly well to stimulation provided by the first creature” the man speaks calmly, you cant stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head, every single movement from the appendages had you twitching. its like they new exactly how and where to touch you.

you felt another appendage press at the entrance to your cunt. this one was thicker than the rest, the tip pushes into your hole, and even the first few inches are a stretch. it pushes further and further in stretching your little tight hole nice and wide for it. you cum just from the stretch alone, and the extra stimulation on the rest of your body. whatever this creature is, it does not care that your pussy has never taken anything this big before, it starts brutally shifting in and out of your stretched hole, rubbing up every wall again and again and again. you start to see stars, the overstimulation way too much for your poor body to handle.

and right when you think your on the edge, about to blackout. it stops and pushes deep down, up against your cervix. you feel its hot sticky fluid invade your womb while it twitches up against your walls. all the other appendages stop stimulating your nipples and clit, hearing them slither off and away from the table. you lie and wait, surely it was done secreting whatever fluid has just entered you and will pull out? a couple of minutes turn into ten maybe fifteen, the only sound you could hear being the mans pen on his paper.

again you hear the man speak “test will resume in 3 days, subject and creature will stay linked until birthing”

you start to cry as you hear him leave, realising you’re stuck there. overstimulated cunt stuffed to the brim with alien sperm, and a huge tentacle between your legs to keep you company till the birth of its offspring. lets hope it doesn’t get bored and play with that swollen little bud of yours.

[linnea-parker]

Heroes being a prostitute for villains - BNHA

I just had this idea and had to write it, it's basically just a sequence of drabbles of the heroes becoming complete prostitutes by the Villain Reader 🤭 (I intend to make a part two, if you want to give ideas for other characters that would be really cool.

👥 Characters: Hitoshi Shinsou, Shoto Todoroki.

❗ Individuals Warnings❗

♪ — Hitoshi Shinsou ❗Warnings : Tentacles Quirk/Tentacles Sex, Anal Penetration, Belly Bulge, Deepthroat, Dacryphilia, Bondage (?).

Shinsou had a thing for tentacles and he knew it was a problem, it was weird and he knew people would find it disgusting, but his background usually had some tentacle hentai on it and the google. Wondering what it would be like to be fucked and used by those slimy, gooey things, maybe a hybrid woman with tentacles coming out of her back?

At night, this word was what he always ended up searching for in the Rule34 tags tab. Hitoshi just wanted to submit in that way, his individuality is considered that of someone dominant, because he can do whatever you want, just make the person answer a question

On one of his patrols, he didn't expect to encounter such a villain, his body tensed, and he couldn't say anything with the words stuck in his throat. Were you the new villain he heard about from the other heroes? No one had told him that your quirk involved tentacles.

At first you were intrigued by the beginner hero, he seemed almost disturbed by your presence, but not in a bad way, when he finally managed to speak, it wasn't what you expected.

_H-holy shit, fuck me- I-I mean.. I don't — He stammered, his face red, stumbling over his words, looking away and swallowing hard. Maybe it would be fun to play with this little hero.

Shinsou swears he didn't want to let you capture him, he swears, but when the tentacles grabbed him it was as if his body had been enchanted, you made him submit without even saying anything.

His body completely wrapped in thick, slimy tentacles, was this real? He couldn't think straight anymore, with his hero uniform being torn apart, his malicious laughter near him only increased the malicious climate.

The hero would not give in.. would not

When one of its tentacles travels to his face, his dark-ringed pupils are cloudy, and when the tip touches his chapped lips, he immediately opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue, and licking the slime that covered the tentacle, and then with a trembling hand he grabs it and guides it into his mouth, sucking it and taking it to his throat, letting him close his eyes satisfied.

_Damn... you look like such a bitch, I didn't know that heroes went around introducing themselves to villains like that... - Your provocative phrase made him whimper, while the other members explored and smeared his body with slime, you smiled mischievously, guiding one of your tentacles to grab his cock free of the uniform, making him choke on the soft meat filling his mouth.

When one of your tentacles ventures into the softness of his cute ass, he lets out a surprised squeak. Was this really happening? Was he going to let a villain fuck his ass with tentacles?

Moving his legs and opening them slightly, Shinsou still gets it into his head that it's not like he wanted this, he was just cooperating to get out of this unharmed.

He moans softly, feeling the slime lubricate his hole and the tentacle open its tight, soft path, his eyes rolling back and saliva dripping from his mouth.

This felt like one of those wet dreams he had after watching some bad quality hentai he found, and he loved it. His hot asshole stretched, and a hint of pain appeared, but it was soon replaced by pleasure when the tip of the tentacle hit his prostate.

Meanwhile, his throat vibrates between the soft, colorful member, sucking lazily into his hungry mouth, he could feel it hitting his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe lightly.

_Ah.. I can feel it.. You're so tight, you know? - The mischievous purr you let out near his ear making him shiver.

One of your hands finds its way into his messy lilac hair, making him gasp as he still sucks on your tentacle, feeling the tightness as you force him to look at you. And before he knew it, your tentacle pulled out of his mouth, making him cough, but before anything else, your lips stuck to his, making him moan into your lips.

As you kiss him wildly, the hero's legs weaken as your tentacle inside him forces itself deep inside him at a torturous pace, creating a small bulge in his toned belly.

A loud crash is heard from outside the shed, and he gasps in surprise as your tentacles quickly withdraw from him, causing him to fall to the ground as he coughs, his body shuddering, his entrance throbs needily as he looks at you with a pleading look.

"According to the tracker he should be here somewhere Dynamight" Deku's voice in the background makes him finally come to his senses, he had even forgotten that his communicator had fallen and abandoned on the floor had the tracker.

He looks ahead and sees your figure quickly run to the door opposite the direction of the voices, it made sense that you wanted to run away, giving him a mischievous look with a wink, he blushes softly.

_I'll see you another time.. Hitoshi - The use of his first name and the promise to see him again warmed his heart, as he agreed without even realizing it.

It would be best if he picked up his slightly torn uniform from the floor and put it on while the other heroes didn't find him.

♪ — Shoto Todoroki ❗Warnings : Futa! Reader, Breeding Kink, Anal Penetration, Reverse Cowgirl Position, Blowjob.

You and Todoroki were enemies since he started his career as a professional hero, he didn't like villains in general, but you, he hated, he hated you a lot... But damn, you were hot.

It was almost routine for the professional hero to have to take care of some damage you did, store robbery, destruction of public places, threats to civilians, you were a thorn in his side. Being nowhere near as problematic as someone from the League of Villains, but it was annoying how much he enjoyed having to deal with you

His legs felt like they were going to give out every time he got into a confrontation with you, after all why did you decide to wear a tight outfit as a villain uniform? That protruding mark between your legs, he always tried to look away, but at the same time he just wanted to burn your uniform to free your-

_So, Shoto? Are you just going to stare at me? - Your provocations take him out of his trance, making him blush and flinch slightly, letting out a snort.

_C'mon Sho'.. don't you want to have some fun with me? We're alone - The sweetness in her voice makes him swallow hard, there's no way he would do that.

Loud wet noises fill the room, soft moans come out of his mouth, heterochromatic eyes look up focusing on your eyes, his mouth shyly wrapping around your cock, sucking hungrily as I watched your reactions making a mental note of what you seemed to like best.

He just told himself he wouldn't be with a villain, but now he's sucking your dick? Well... at least you were pretty big.

His tongue ran along its entire length, and he moved his head up and down rapidly, his throat looking like it would so easily accept being fucked in the face.

_It's a beautiful view from here.. - You whistle as you lick your lips and gently grab the two-tone hair.

Pulling his lips apart with an overly loud 'pop', he gasps and his pupils go hazy, breathing heavily as he lets your cock rest on his face.

Those moments passed in a slight blur, his uniform was discarded somewhere, and all Todoroki knew was that he was lying naked on your lap, you lying down with a mischievous smile, and the hero sitting with his back to your face, he had a red face of embarrassment, while his calloused hand guides your cock to his cute hole.

_I knew that you would go to enjoy little hero... How do you feel? It's good, isn't it? - Your mischievous whisper behind him making him snort with his blush growing deeper.

_S-shut up - Todoroki says shakily, moaning softly as he guides your length to the edge and takes a deep breath as his walls calm down and accept your member slowly.

Closing his eyes tightly, Shoto sighs and his thighs tremble as he picks up a good rhythm to start fucking himself on your cock, feeling your smirk smirking even though his back is to you.

_Oh.. you're so warm and tight inside.. - Your hand grabs his waist making him shiver, but he lets the action go, as he lets you guide and enjoy the feeling of his prostate being attacked.

_Do you want to be bred by me huh? - At your suggestion he moans softly in a hoarse way, we begin to go up and down, his hole tightening around your phrase

His soft insides accepting you easily, it felt like he was made for this, Maybe you should go after provoking Shoto more often if that was your reward.

[fridaysmind]

Living doll

Soft yandere!Knockout x reader

He's gorgeous and he knows it. You can't pass a guy like that up. English is not my first language, sorry.

Knockout didn't like organic life forms and he couldn't be blamed for that, more than half the population of his and a few other planets supported and understood the sentiment. There was a lot of organics in the Universe, a variety of creatures met on his way and on the way of others traveling through the vastness of space. Needless to say, they were disgusting in their own way. Spitting slime, devouring everything in their path or just chewing on something stinky and slimy. They're filthy and disrespectful. What an abomination.

So stopping on a planet full of similar creatures didn't please any of them. But maybe he was wrong about the whole negative assessment, slightly. He loved their races, he loved their media space, their hilarious reactions to everything that happened. But he loved his pet even more.

The grace was the lack of interest and questioning about his life. Is he on the spot when medical attention is needed? Good. He went on a mission and at least he didn't die? Then he's free to go. Where he was and who he was with in his free time was nobody's concern and for a while it might have touched his spark, but not now. His little secret is safe, hidden from prying eyes. First just an interest stolen for his own gain and study, then, after the loss of his partner, his comfort, and in the wake of that, addiction.

He needs to escape from his workplace, just for a little while, to hold the soft you in his manipulators. He needs to tuck himself into a human movie with your sweet voice and commentary on the silly actions of the characters. He needs your warmth pressed against his shoulder while you help polish the places he has trouble reaching. That's so sweet of you, because now no one else will come to his rescue. That's one of the many reasons to love you even more.

There are many other reasons, but they can boil down to one thing: you're not like everyone else. Anything he might find repulsive in others is simply not in the nature of your personality. He discovered this back when he was able to get you into his interior for the first time, Primus gracious, you had the good sense to take your flimsy and filthy armor off your legs, hold it in your hands the whole ride, and keep him clean! He was ready to kiss your head at this point!

Knockout loved to groom his precious pet. He had read so many articles and books on human hygiene and beauty that there was no one on Nemesis, no, on all of Cybertron, who was or would be more professional than he. The territory that had belonged to Breakdown was drearily deserted, but the comrade wouldn't mind if his place was put to good use, would he? All shelves and surfaces are now occupied with jars, sponges and bottles.

Knockout loves to take a bath with you. Technically, you're the one who washing, human cleaning products leave streaks and are ineffective on him, and the pressure of his shower is too rough for delicate human skin. So he's bathing you. His pet didn't like it at first. Оf course, he knew too little then and human boundaries. Turns out humans hide the crotch and breast plate areas too. Buying, though more like stealing, fabric for the important places calmed you down, though also after a few tries.

Knockout appreciates a perfect shine, so his pet should shine too. Forgetting all body hair, he will meticulously remove everything but your head so that nothing interferes with the shine of your skin, and then gently sit you down in warm, almost hot water. He steams your skin, rubs all the places well, twirls your figure in his palms and enjoys your appearance, chooses the smell of the gel according to his mood, does not forget the masks and his favorite part - creams.

Mech won't admit it to you, much less to anyone else, not even himself, but your damp, soft skin, into which he rubs the sweet-smelling cream in circles, seems to be driving him slightly insane, giving him glimpses of strange thoughts he doesn't want to ponder further. He just enjoys your scent, your warmth, your quiet voice, fighting the urge to just eat you up because of how adorable you are.

He doesn't want anyone to know about you. When Knockout blabbed to Starscream that he'd seen zombies in a human movie, he stopped himself a split second before talking about your funny comment. It was as if an electric shock ran through his body, and he swallowed the sudden fear.

It hit the doctor.

What will he do if others find out about you? What will they do? Will they use you? Take you away so they have someone to vent their anger on? Throw you out because he's spending too much time on you? What percentage of you are even safe? So often he'd just leave you in his compartment and go on shift, even if he'd run to you on breaks under the pretext of ‘make sure I'm as beautiful as usual at the moment', but he could have higher-ranking Decepticons coming in, they had every right to, and there you were, defenseless and so small.

***

He may be paranoid, so what? Doing a little more than necessary never hurt anyone. You're confused that the new bracelet doesn't come off in any way, looking almost like a handcuff on your arm, but that shouldn't mess with your nicely styled head. Now he can track your every move and may you not know it yourself. He's nobly arranged for you to have your own corner on his desk, behind the datapads, so you won't be throwing yourself into the optics if someone walks in. But it didn't make him feel any better.

Knockout has already had someone dear to him taken away, someone close to his spark and no one cared. He can't lose you, too. So he clings to you more and more with each sunrise, not wanting to leave the compartment, not wanting to part with you, not wanting to leave your warm organic fingers.

As he walks down the corridors, he thinks about the fact that he really would go to great lengths to keep things the way they are now. The thought of being willing to betray the Decepticon cause for the sake of your collective safety halted his stride and made him look away warily. Even if he did, he would never, ever say that to anyone.

[diejager]

Kinktober day 14: Monsterfucking w/ The Unknown

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, size kink, belly bulge, slime, tentacle, oviposition, egg laying, tell me if I missed any.

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Lost in the maze-like building, corridors looping into another, halls leading to a dead end and unending paths that seemed to go on and on and on. They lived in a haunting atmosphere: rotting wood and chipped wallpaper lit up by the dying and blinking lights of the theater, the eerie feeling that accompanied a once populated area, once bright and lively with people young and old coming here for the cinema or the arcade to enjoy their afternoons or weekend. And now, it was left forgotten, to rust and to die, the epitome of fun thrown behind for something more personal and advanced.

You didn’t know how anyone could leave a place like this standing —or better yet, how could a place get this bad? riddled with rats and insects, termite-infested pillars and caved in floors, even the metal plumbing of the building wasn’t left untouched by age and dilapidation. For a one room-cinema, this place was as big as it was confusing. You got lost many, many times, stumbling back into the same corridor over and over again despite your best effort to keep track of your path.

It didn’t help that you could hear something crawling around the building, the tell-tale sound of many footsteps echoing throughout the building and making the floor creak, wood denting under the weight of whoever it was and mumbling in broke English. You could only panic in abject horror at the unknown source of it, running aimlessly for an escape, but even then, the streets - if it could be called one with the area fenced in - had the same ghostly abandonment of the building. It wasn’t as bright or rusted, but the lamp posts were dying, light flickering and eventually dying.

It left you wandering aimlessly until you stumbled into the thing you were hiding from —or rather it, whatever it was. A broken, humanoid creature chased after you, limbs bent in horrible ways, stomach bulging and face horrifying to see, deformed and bloody, much like the axe he was holding. It - he? - truly gave you a reason to fear, a reason to run for your life as he chased you, following loosely on your tail without actually catching you. You wondered if he was playing with you, working you up until he was satisfied enough to kill you —would he eat you? He certainly looked monstrous enough to want to eat someone.

He gave you a reason to believe you were doomed, and now, especially hen he had you in his reach, pushed against the wall. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, in every possible sense with the axe plunged into the plaster beside your face. Oh, how you wished you were wrong about him eating you, cursing yourself for ending up here, stuck under his mouth, drool rolling down his wrinkled chin as he tore into you.

You fought until you couldn’t, screamed until your voice died and cried until you ran out of it, all under the broken words he groaned, ripping into your clothes and salivating. You couldn’t do much as he held your arms and legs, his lanky arms deceiving his actual strength. Arched awkwardly against the walls, your shuddered in disgust at the writhing arms that reach out of his back, pink and slimy tentacles prodding at you.

You retched at the feel of them, sliding between your folds and smearing his slime all over you. You were happy that you wouldn’t be killed, but this wasn’t what you meant by being eaten, and certainly not by a monster like him, but there wasn’t anything you could do but take it. Spread open and fucked dumb by a monster twice your size, his wet limbs sinking into your cunt, drive wet and sensitive by the odd warmth of his slime.

“Tight… ” he groaned out, his voice a mix of many voices, like a broken radio, “Sweet pet.”

You felt beyond stuffed, your stomach bulging out with different bumps, writhing within you as he pumped you full. Despite your utter disgust, he somehow made you come, the many arms thrusting into you at an erratic pace, never leaving you empty for more than a fraction of a second. They were smooth and bumpy, made slick by your cum and his slime, and all but one was pointy-tipped and thick at the base, the big one had a flared tip, a rounded head that looked like a flower bulb. It stood out among the rest for some reason.

Unfortunately, you weren’t left wondering about it for long, feeling all the tentacles slipping out of you with wet pops, but not before tickling your bruised cervix. You watched through clouded eyes at the flared cock, popping it’s head into you and driving in until it bumped the mouth of your womb, the knotted base inches away from you. It was numbed and relaxed by whatever substance his tentacles secreted, and - shockingly - opened up for him after a sharp ram, forcing it’s way into your untouched womb.

“What?!“ you yelped, not in pain, but from jaw-dropping stupefaction at what just happened.

It felt like a pinch, small and painless, even as it sunk deeper, the peals of his head opening up inside and his knot pushing past your vulva. His slime acted as a numbing aphrodisiac. Plugged and restrained, you mewled at the bumps pushing into you, round objects popping out of his cock and plopping into your womb, sticking to the walls without too much effort. You babbled endlessly, body trembling under him, cunt fluttering around his length as he filled you up with eggs, the amount lost to your drunk mind. All you knew was that you weren’t leaving any time soon —or move, at this point.

“Mine,” was the last thing you heard before passing out, the comforting embrace of darkness draping you in sleep.

[after-witch]

Ragdoll [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: Ragdoll [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: Your back hurts and Mahito fixes it for you. inspired by snatches of conversation with @absolute-flaming-trash as so many Mahito things are!

Word count: 500ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, body modification

“Well? How does it feel?” Mahito asks, and whenever Mahito asks, you are bound to consider the answer. Whether or not you actually give it depends on the day and time and how much you’re willing to endure.

You’re… Weightless. That’s what you feel–no, no, no. That’s wrong. Not weightless. There is weight to you. You are not some candy floss being tossed in the wind by a child uncaring of the time spent crafting it, hot metal bowls and spinning sticks and carpal tunnel from too many summers on a carnival job.

You have weight, but it is thick and slimy and moveable, like a glob of remorseless slime built up in a forgotten bathroom sink. Or something heavier, filled with beans or sand or stuffing.

A doll, maybe? Oh, yes.

A doll. A ragdoll. The kind your grandparents gifted you when you were little, because it’s what they grew up with on the dusty old farm, and your parents cooed over her yarn hair and homespun look.

But you shoved her onto the decorative chair in the corner of your bedroom and never played with her because you wanted something chic and fun, a doll with brushable hair and clothes that came off. 

Now you’re stuck in that corner chair, or you would be, except Mahito wants to play with you. Likes to play with you. Likes to hold you, like he’s doing now, humming and holding out one hand so all of your weight slides to one side and the only thing keeping you upright is the grip of his fingers.

Then flopping you to the other side, and doing it again, and again. Then holding you close and down, like he’s dipping you in a dance. 

He could let you go and you’d fall, a heap, onto the floor. Would it hurt? Maybe the rest of you would.

But not your back. Not your spine. He replaced it all with gelatin or goo or slime or whatever he’d decided upon, after you’d begged and begged and begged. Chronic back pain was a bitch. Chronic back pain when you were sleeping on floors and hammocks was bitchier. 

“It hurts so much. I can’t stand it. Please, please, please.”

And he’d tickled his fingers up your back–it hurt, too–and smiled down.

“You really want me to fix you?”

And you did, and he did, and here you are now.

Weighty and weightless all the same, his pretty ragdoll. 

Only he can brush your hair and change your clothes and maybe that will keep him from shoving you into the corner and forgetting about you. 

The thought is too far back to be anything more than a gnat you’ll swat when it comes closer, though. Because your spine is jello, sure, sure, sure. But it doesn’t hurt. And you can’t strain a ligament or herniate a disc when there’s nothing there to hurt, can you? 

It doesn’t hurt, for once, and that’s enough.

Mahito drops you low, again, catching you before your head smacks against the concrete.

He smiles. 

So do you.

[minniesmutt]

❄︎ ━━━━━━ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

❄︎ ━━━ PAIRING: LEE KNOW X READER ❄︎ ━━━ CW: ALIEN!LEE KNOW, FEM!READER, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, TENTACLES, FEAR PLAY, SEX FANTASY, CNC/DUBCON, CHOKING, TENTACLE SLIME, DEGRADING, ROLEPLAY, THROAT FUCKING, PRIMAL PLAY, SUPERNATURAL COCK, UNPROTECTED SEX, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, OVERSTIMULATION, SUSPENSION, CERVIX FUCKING, "NO" IS SAID BUT IS NOT A SAFE WORD, BREEDING, "EGG" IMPLANTING, AFTERCARE,  ❄︎ ━━━ WC: 2K ❄︎ ━━━ NOTE: ❄︎ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

     Power outages during winter were terrible. Especially when you didn't have a backup generator. Y/n wandered through her apartment wrapped in a blanket and using her phone flashlight to see where she was going. She had zero clue what happened, just woke up in the middle of the night with no heat or power. All her systems were completely shut off. She thought maybe someone hit a power line or something froze over. She didn't know. She just wanted to be warm. 

     She’d only gotten out of bed to double-check if anything was on and found nothing. Now she was trying to find all the blankets in her home to keep her warm for the night. Even if she got too warm, she could just kick them off later. 

     Y/n grabbed her last throw blanket off her couch and trotted back to her room. She threw it on top of her bed, crawled under her blanket pile, and wrapped herself in a warm multi-blanket burrito. Laying there she never realized just how much noise was actually in her apartment. It was so quiet that she could hear a pin drop. 

     So it didn’t go unnoticed by her ears the small slithering noise on her flooring. Anxiety was building quickly in her chest. She had an internal conflict to look around for the source or crawl under her blanket nest to hide from whatever or whoever was in the apartment with her. Then she felt the weight of her blankets slowly lifting.

     Fight or flight kicked in and wound up just throwing all the blankets off and scanning her room. Nothing.

     Nothing in her room. On the floor. Door closed. Windows shut. No one but her was in the room. She thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

     Until something wrapped around her mouth and neck and pulled her back onto the mattress. Y/n grabbed at whoever it was. One felt like a human hand. She could feel the veins protruding from under the skin from the hand wrapped around her neck. The thing covering her mouth was more slimy. Consistently, but slowly, moving around her mouth. 

     “Stop squirming,” A voice finally came as there was a weight on her squirming legs.

     Y/n focused on the voice. Only having the moonlight to give her any light to see and her eyes adjusting to the dark. Tall and human, except for the multiple tentacles. She couldn't tell how many, maybe five? Or more? She couldn't tell. 

     He gently released her neck from his grip. Tentacle releasing her mouth. Slowly unraveling itself and dropping to her neck.

     His eyes scanned over her as she did the same. He had better eyesight than her in the dark. He could see every bit of her under her oversized t-shirt. Originally found himself inside her apartment for warmth from the winter but it all seemed to fail when the power cut out and she took all the blankets. But he'd seen her wandering her apartment and became curious. He was curious about humans like anyone else from his species was. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some questions answered  

     “You humans are so greedy, you know that?” the alien asked

     “Fuck you,” Y/n spat 

     The tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck. Y/n grabbed the slippery appendage. She tried to pull it away before another grabbed her wrist and wrapped it around them. Pinning them above her head. Y/n accidentally let out a small moan.

     The alien looked at her and Y/n felt a wave of embarrassment fill her body. “This turns you on? Getting choked and manhandled by aliens tentacles?”

     The tentacle around her neck prevented her from talking. But she barely managed to shake her head even though she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Trying to squirm out from under him. 

     He let her get her legs out from under him. She went to kick him but he quicker reflexes and grabbed her ankles with two more tentacles. Spread out in front of an alien while being restrained by his tentacles was not how she expected to spend her cold night. He smiled down at her as one tentacle moved under her shirt. 

     She tried rolling away from him but she was stuck. Her shirt was pushed up more by the tentacle. The tip came out from the collar of her shirt before ripping it open from the collar down. Exposing her chest to the chill in the air of her apart. Nipples perked up in the cold as the tentacle moved back up to her chest.

     She felt another between her legs, running up and down over her pajama pants. Catching the seam of the pants and tore them open to reveal her soaked panties to him. “You are getting off on this,” the alien chuckled as he eyed the wet patch. “Soaked like a slut, huh?”

     Reaching a hand out to rub the fabric with his thumb. Y/n let out a moan as his thumb caught her clit. He smiled before moving the tentacles to strip her completely. Now having her completely exposed to him.

     “Please…” Y/n whined as his eyes glazed over her body.

     “Begging to get fucked now?” the alien smiled as he dipped two fingers into her. 

     “No, let me go,” She pulled against the tentacle

     The alien chuckled at her feeble attempts to get out of his grasp. He moved the tentacle around her neck up. Just the tip really, waiting for her next protest which easily came. Her spitting out a “fuck you,” at him but he cut her off by pushing the appendage into her mouth. Protest turned into a gagged moan as he hit the back of her throat. 

     “So much better,” the alien chuckled as he pressed his fingers up into her warm walls. Making the coldness from his fingers melt away inside her. He was listening to her muffled moans around the appendage in her throat. 

     Slowly he moved the tentacle in and out of her mouth as he pushed a third finger into her. “Freezing in here but nice and warm inside.” the alien smiled as he quickly thrusted his finger into her. Listening to the squelching sound her pussy was making. 

     Y/n whined in protest just for the tentacle to move further down her throat. She did what she to stop it but wound up swallowing more of it. 

     “Like having a tentacle shoved down your throat like a cock?” The alien chuckled, pressing his thumb against her clit, “bet no humans reached that far down before.”

     Y/n whined as tears fell from her lash line. The tentacle retracted from her throat. Taking the chance to gasp and cough for air. “Please,” Y/n coughed. 

     the alien watched her continue to struggle against him. He got an idea, pulled his fingers out of her, and let her go from the tentacles. Y/n rolled over in her coughing fit.

     It took her a moment to realize he had let her go and flight took over this time. She booked it out of her bedroom and ran out to her living room. Not caring she was nude and semi-covered in slime. She had tunnel vision to get away from the alien.

     She had underestimated the reach of the tentacles.

     Two wrapping around her legs and two more grabbing her arms, one more covering her mouth. Y/n yelled into the appendage and tried pulling away from the others. Not hearing footsteps behind her. The appendages turned her around as the alien came out from the hallway way, pulling his sweatpants down and kicking them to the side. Having ditched his shirt back in her bedroom. Y/n watched as he got closer and pulled down his boxers.

     “Let’s see if you can keep these warm,” The alien smiled as his hand wrapped around his cock and the four tentacles holding her in the air and moving her legs to be spread open for him again.

     The alien watched her hole clench in anticipation, smiling and tapping his cock against her clit and releasing it from his grip. Y/n glanced down as the cock grew in size and moved on its own like another tentacle. Her chest rose rapidly as she felt hot for the first time all night. Another smaller and thinner tentacle latched itself onto her touch-starved clit. Y/n moaned as the little tentacle sucked on her clit while his tentacle dick breached her hole, making her moan turn to a scream. The cock thrusted roughly inside of her, hips barely moving. 

     Rather the tentacles around her body moved her up and down, meeting the thrusts of his cock. Y/n could feel his cock pushing against her cervix. Moaning into the tentacle around her mouth, making the alien smile.

     “Enjoying this, aren’t you? Not even trying to get away anymore.” He smiled as two more tentacles came out and wrapped around her breasts, latching on and toying with her nipples.

     Y/n whined as her walls contracted around him. Starting to shake from the stimulation. The alien could feel it too for sure. Thrusting in harder and faster into her until she came hard around him. Body squirming in the grasps of his tentacles as he kept fucking her through her high put slowed down a bit. The smaller tentacle pulled away from her clit.

     She felt so high and odd. His cock filled her up fully. Brain fuzzy as she started coming down but he didn’t seem to want to give her a chance to do that.

     Suddenly feeling something poking her cervix. Slowly making its way inside her womb, she screamed protests. “Thought you were the only one cumming tonight?” He chuckled as the tentacle wrapped around her clit again.

     He moved the tentacle from her mouth as her words become pants as his cock thrusted in and out of her womb. “Too much. Please…”

     “But you’re doing so good? Gonna be my little incubator in a second,” He smiled

     “Nononono, please. I don’t—” The tentacle was back over her in a second and cut off her sentence.

     “There we go. Just be quiet and take them.” He chuckled before she felt something passing through his cock and settling into her womb. Warmth filled her up as her mind started going blank. Anything she wanted to say or do stopped. “There you go. Taking it like a good whore. Just for me to breed now.” She saw his smile before his eyes closed on her.

     She woke up hours later in the comfort of her bed and clothed once again. Arm wrapped around her and her heater worked again. “Min…” Her voice was hoarse 

     “I’m right here kitten,” her boyfriend answered from behind her and gently helped her roll over, “How are you feeling?”

     “Sleepy…”

     “Because you woke me up at three in the morning asking if I could impromptu do the little scene we talked about.” Minho teased as he kissed the top of her head.

     “But it was so good,” Y/n complained, limps feeling like jello still.

     “Not too rough with the tentacles this time?” Minho asked

     “No. Liked getting fucked while suspended by them. Did you actually put eggs in me?”

     “No. Just condensed by cum to make it feel like one.”

     “You can do that?!”

     “You’re going to lose your voice kitten.” Minho checked the time on his phone, “Yes, I can do that. How about I make you a cup of tea for your throat? I already cleaned the slime off you and the ground after you passed out.”

     “Thank you and yes, please. Can we just stay in bed today?”

     “Of course.” Minho pecked her lips before getting up and making both of them some tea before coming back to the room and helping her drink it.

     “Can we do it again?”

     “Later. And more thought out than you slapping my chest and begging.”

     “I had a dream and you like it when I beg.”

     “I do.” Minho smiled as she cuddled up into him.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x f!reader

FLUFF

ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s lips twitched into a frown as his feet made another contact with the crispy sand while he walked like a penguin along the shoreline. Was it hard to take him to the beach considering his hatred to the coarse silt? Yup. Yet, he seemed more fascinated by the beauty of the beach than he cared to admit. The salty breeze ruffled his dark curls to the side as he finally made a long step to the water, scrimping on making even more steps against the sand

“Do you see these?” he asked, squatting down in the water. His voice was half-amused, half-confused as he picked up a shell, inspecting it closely, twisting it between his fingers. “They look like little houses.” He squinted at it, brow furrowed. “But they’re...empty?”

You chuckled softly, sitting a little farther up on the sand, letting the warmth of the sun soak into your skin. “It’s a shell, Ani. There’s usually something inside them, like little creatures.”

At that, he gave a confused look before lifting the shell to his ear, listening intently as if expecting some kind of magic sound. When he didn’t hear anything, his face twisted in surprise “Nothing but emptiness,” he muttered, tossing the shell away like it had betrayed him.

You laughed at his cute reaction, watching as he moved toward the water’s edge again, curiosity leading him. He knelt down, fingers reaching into the shallow water to pull out another shell, this one slightly larger. His expression went from curiosity to confusion again before he peered inside.

“Wait, there’s something in this one,” voice suddenly serious. He poked at the shell from the inside with the tip of his gloved finger. Something small, slimy, and glistening seemed to wriggle inside.

“Uh, Ani—”

Before you could finish, he recoiled, face twisted in disgust. He dropped the shell, letting it plop back into the water as if it had burned him. “What the hell was that?!” he exclaimed, shaking his hand in the air like he was trying to shake off a phantom. “That thing was alive!”

You couldn’t help but laugh even harder, seeing how offended he looked; brows furrowed deeply, lips pursed in absolute distaste. He wiped his hand against his soaked pants, clearly still trying to scrub off the memory of whatever had touched him. “I don’t like that,” he grumbled, walking away from the water’s edge like he was trying to distance himself from the scene of the crime.

“I told you the ocean’s full of surprises,” you teased, watching his scowl deepen as he moved back toward you.

“Next time, I’ll just stick to sand,” he muttered, but his eyes softened as he sat down beside you, dusting the sand off his hands with even more disgust. He turned his gaze to you, lips curling into a grin that was softer than usual. “At least I can’t get slimed by sand.”

You reached over, brushing some sand off his shoulder “You know, I’d love to make you go back in there to face your fears.”

Anakin snorted and leaned back on his hands, gaze focused on the horizon. “I don’t fear anything. Except... sea creatures.” He glanced at you with a little pout. “Those things are out to get me.”

“Sure, Ani. Whatever you say.”

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[autocrats-in-love]

Can you do a prompt where the hero and villain are best friends but they don't know that the other is a hero/villain?

The Person You Know Best

The hero looked at the watch. Their roommate should be home any time now. The pair had a movie night planned. Living with your best friend had its perks. One of them was weekly movie nights. The hero might have also had a bit of a crush on them. But that was neither here nor there. The hero settled down further into the couch, pulling a blanket over their body. It was really comfortable. And the hero was so tired. Out the window, the sun had long set. This left the moon, scattered stars, and darkness behind. It had been a long day. The villain had decided to make their job extra difficult and coat large parts of the city in a viscous, slimy goo. It grew unless you doused it in insecticide. The hero had eventually managed to turn the slime on the villain, and cover them in it. But it had been an uncomfortably hands-on job. The hero had taken a long shower once they got home, but they still felt the chilly ghosts of crawling slime all over them. The disconcerting feeling was overpowered only by exhaustion. The hero slowly closed their heavy eyelids. Their best friend would wake them up when they got home. The hero was just taking a quick nap, anyway. . .

“Oh, screw this!”

The villain had long had quite enough of this stupid slime. What a terrible idea. Months of R and D, down the drain. The villain should have at least had the common sense to make themselves a slime-proof outfit. That way, they wouldn’t have had to spend the last two hours slowly trying to escape its grasp. They were covered in sticky green splotches, but they had all but their left foot out. For which the slime was refusing to cooperate. The villain tugged. Once more, nothing. The villain wiped their forehead. This was tough work. The authorities simply hadn’t been able to free the villain earlier. They figured there was no harm waiting until morning. The hero warned them not to, but it was half-hearted. The law enforcement in the city was laughable. The hero did half their job for them. The hero was right; the villain would free themselves before morning came. The villain just didn’t expect it to take such an embarrassingly long time.

The villain sighed, and accepted it: they were losing their shoe. It was such a good shoe--solid footing, good laces, fireproof exterior--but the villain wasn’t waiting around to get arrested. They wiggled around for a minute, but at last pulled out one socked food. Then they ran. They kept up their stumbling pace as they made their way home. It was a little ridiculous, frolicking around the city with one shoe. The villain eventually made it a block from their place. They found the usual secluded spot they did to change. It was a whole affair. The villain had half a mind to bill the hero for the shoe. Moreover, the hero had made them very late for a movie night with their best friend.

The hero was startled awake by the sound of the door slamming open. Their best friend rushed into the bathroom before the hero could say anything. When they emerged a few minutes later, they had washed their hair and face. They also looked just as tired as the hero. The hero moved their legs, so their best friend could sit down.

“Sorry I’m late,” their best friend said.

The hero yawned. “It’s fine. Tough day at work?”

Their best friend had late shifts sometimes.

Their best friend leaned back on the couch. “Something like that. What are we watching?”

“Something with vampires?”

Their best friend frowned. “No.”

“Please? I waited for you.”

There was a staring contest for a few seconds. But their best friend conceded. Like the hero knew they would.

“Fine.”

The hero smiled. They got up to find the movie they wanted. The villain stole their blanket in the meantime. And closed their eyes. The hero didn’t care. They leaned against the villain, who mumbled something. Movie nights weren’t really about the movie, anyway. It was about spending time together. It was about spending time with the person you knew most. Who knew everything about you. Or, almost everything. As the movie played, the hero felt themselves drift off again. Neither really minded.

[leaf-sheep]

Not paying enough attention, you stepped wrong and the trapdoor gave way, tipping you into one of the dungeon's many traps, a tentacle pit.

You panic for a second until you realize it's just a juvenile! A big mat of spongy material coating the floor, it's tentacles are only about six inches long and the width of your little finger.

You landed a little awkwardly but as you stand, you feel your trousers loosen and fall off, the fibers dissolving from their slimy mucus. Even your nice boots!

It's ok, it's still too young to hurt you. All the ones you've seen up until now could reach out and grab anything that came within 10 feet of their pit. These are tiny, tapering to a point where the tip has a tiny hole, used to excrete their digestive slime or suck up nutrients.

It's a big square hole about six feet across and twelve feet deep. Not a problem. You reach down to grab your rope and hook and... the rope is dissolving from where it had been tied to your belt.

If you wait, someone will come along eventually and help you out, most adventurers are pretty helpful with newbies.

So you lean against the corner, and you feel the little tentacles wrapping around your feet, twining up to your ankles. It's ticklish, as they writhe under your soles, and you manage to pull your foot free but all you can do is set it down again, no way to fully get away. They aren't strong enough to really grab you while being so slippery, but that hardly matters when you always need at least one foot on the ground.

You try to bear it, the uncomfortable slimy sensation of so many little feelers on your skin, but in a way it's nice after having worn your boots for so long.

But you're also getting tired, and even though the floor is spongy it's still getting painful to stay standing for so long.

You find yourself letting your back slide down the wall as you fall into a sitting position, before jolting as the tentacles push past what little remained of your undergarments, probing around your ass and starting to worm their way inside.

Shocked out of your fatigue for a moment, you move to a kneeling position to keep your body out of their reach, but how long can you hold that?

Whimpering with fear and anticipation, you give in a little to your fatigue and sit down once more.

Almost immediately, several have crawled their way inside, thin on their own but since the mat is so dense with them, there are soon enough to begin stretching you. Those that can't jostle past the others settle for squirming over your rim, a million little tongues. The ones inside aren't content to sit still either, and begin exploring every inch they can reach, pushing and prodding.

Now that it's identified you as not just random debris but a possible mate, it starts excreting its aphrodisiac.

Every inch of skin they touch, your nerves begin to work overtime. You feel like you could count them all individually, and the building pleasure from your prostate is getting too hard to ignore.

You've managed to keep your groin just out of their reach, but you find yourself absently bucking your hips, now almost painfully hard and beginning to feel the need for more.

Gingerly, you settle yourself down fully, your legs folded out to each side where they have wrapped themselves as far as they can around your flesh, not fully encircling your thighs.

You realize it must have mapped the parts of your body it can feel, instinctively knowing that there was more of you out of their reach. Dozens of waiting tentacles stretched tall in the area beneath your throbbing cock, eager to receive you.

As soon as your hard member is within reach, they wrap around it, pulling you farther down where they encircle every inch, squirming energetically and running a shiver up your spine.

One, and thankfully only one, probes briefly at your tip. In the vast ocean of sensation, you hardly notice until its pushing itself inside, filling almost your entire length. It's so intense you cry out, and try to push yourself to your feet, but they grab your hands.

With all four limbs now touching the mat, you don't have the leverage to pull free. They've encircled your ankles and calves, and now your hands are splayed out as they wriggle between your fingers and constrict around your wrists.

Each tentacle working as part of the whole but also individually, the ones around your cock squirm with no discernable rhythm, only doing their best to stimulate every inch of skin they can find.

Fear and lust begin to mingle as you feel the pleasure grow, soon moaning with desire and trying to thrust forward into them, but your lower body is so surrounded you can't move an inch.

You tense and shudder as orgasm arrives, but nothing stops. Immediately, the bliss turns to panic as they refuse to stop pleasuring your sensitive skin. The one that wormed its way inside your urethra pulses slightly, sucking down the loads it receives at the source.

You writhe against their collective strength, utterly helpless as the aftermath of your orgasm grants you no reprieve.

Your mind seems to freeze, stuttering in it's attempt to process the overstimulation. It seems to go on forever, a blinding white torture of overwhelming bliss.

Eventually the mind-breaking trance fades, and your ability to think returns even as you feel the next orgasm approaching. That's when you realize your mistake.

Most tentacle pits will breed their prey once, and then release it. This one is too young, not yet mature enough to be able to actually do anything with your seed or to have any eggs to give you.

It's acting on instinct. Raw, impulsive, immature instincts that haven't yet developed any impulse to stop.

It doesn't know to let you go.

As the next orgasm arrives, you can almost feel it snapping your thoughts in half, pulling apart your resistance as you slump over. The aphrodisiacs have reached your brain, now. Usually they create a lasting subconscious impulse to think of the tentacles, to grow more and more eager to return, and become a more cooperative victim with every visit.

With you, the tentacles seem to squirm inside your brain. All you want is to comply. All you want is this. No need to return if you never leave.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {7}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Your mother finally gets the truth out of you regarding Max. Warnings: 18+ only, swearing, angst WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight

The double bed was definitely not made to accommodate three people, even if you were all spooning, so you found yourself sneaking out at sunrise. You hadn’t been able to sleep with the thoughts running through your head, wondering why Max couldn’t have been more like your mother. You weren’t worried about waking Lando as you climbed out from between them, since you didn’t have an air horn on you, but you were careful not to jostle Charles who was a much lighter sleeper.

After changing into a pair of leggings and a sports bra, you found your airpods and shoved the Aura ring back on your finger before taking a lap of the village. You quickly settled into a good pace, feeling the rhythmic slap of your trainers on the pavement and timing your breathing to match. It cleared your mind and gave you a focus on something other than everything else that was happening around you. For those precious minutes you didn’t think about Max.

So far you had managed to avoid talking about him with your mum, though that was mostly thanks to being blindsided by your relationship status - it had been enough to distract her for the rest of the day. You weren’t so sure that luck would last another 24 hours but you would certainly try.

“Just leave her be, she’ll come in when she’s ready.” Your mother had been watching you all morning from her spot on the window seat, a cup of tea in hand. After Charles had woken up he had joined her and watched curiously, wondering why you were in the garden. “Avoiding me,” she said with a knowing smile. “It’s funny that the only times she would willingly do her chores were when she was trying to hide. It was a dead giveaway, but I never said anything. It was just nice to not have to ask her to do them.”

Charles chuckled as you battled to trim the agapanthus with a pair of rusted and blunt shears. “Should I offer to help?”

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, checking the time on her watch. “She’s nearly done.”

Charles quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the progress that had barely started to make a dent in the long drive.

“Fuck,” you hissed as you the slimy residue that leaked from every cut leaf made your hand slippery and the shears fell from your grasp, narrowly missing your foot. You went to wipe a wayward hair that fell onto your nose but the sun caught the shimmer of slime and you jerked back with a groan, instead trying to blow it out of your face. You grew more irritated as the hair remained where it was tickling your nose and the urge to sneeze built up. “Fuck this shit.”

Abandoning the garden, you marched up the path and kicked your filthy shoes off before storming through the house.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” your mother greeted jovially. “Lovely day for a spot of gardening.”

“I’m calling Mr Newberry,” you grumbled on your way to the bathroom. “He can sort that mess out.”

You felt slightly calmer after washing away the slime and the chlorophyll that stained your fingers green and that feeling only grew when you found Charles waiting with a coffee made just how you liked it. “Busy morning?” he asked after handing over your elixir of life and taking his payment with a quick kiss.

“I’m just trying to help out,” you said with an innocent shrug. “I made a list of things that need fixing around here and if I don’t make the phone calls they will never get done.”

Charles tried to hide his amusement but when you narrowed your eyes at him he couldn’t stop the smile from breaking through. “Your mother knows you so well,” he laughed as he leaned in to whisper, “She knows you are avoiding her.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does,” he assured you, running his hands along your sides before he kissed your forehead. “Just talk to her, amour.”

A shirtless and sleepy Lando stumbled his way into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he made a beeline for the two of you. You placed your mug on the table before he reached you and let him fall into the middle of the embrace as his eyes fluttered shut again. He must have been burrowed under the blankets because the heat radiating off him was almost hotter than the blistering shower you had taken.

“Why are you awake?” he mumbled against your neck.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“She’s being a coward and avoiding her mum.”

That made Lando battle his exhausted state and force his eyes to open as his forehead crinkled with a frown. “Why?”

“I’m not.”

“Because she wants to know why that person-we-can’t-mention-for-another-eight-days keeps calling her.”

“You can say his name,” you grumbled. “Max Verstappen, World Champion, Number One. Prodigal Son. Cunt.”

Your mother gasped as she entered the room with a fresh brew of tea. “I should wash your mouth out with soap, young lady.”

You winced at the reprimand. “Oops, turns out we can’t say his name.”

“This has gone on long enough, take a seat - family meeting,” she ordered as she pointed to the table. Lando and Charles took a step towards the door but your mum tutted. “You’re a part of this family now too, gentlemen.”

“Should I put a shirt on?” Lando asked as he looked down at himself. “Or shorts?”

“Please don’t.” “Please do.” You spoke at the same time as your mother, both of you sending each other slightly irritated looks. 

“Two Spitfires, Char, there’s two now,” he whispered under his breath as he went to get dressed. He obviously had been in a rush and blindly pulled clothes out because the tense atmosphere wasn’t enough to stop Charles from grinning at the sight of Lando in his Ferrari shirt.

Seated at one end of the table, you faced your mother while your poor boyfriends were the buffer between. Lacing her fingers together, she stared back at you and made that heavy sigh that every parent could which immediately induced waves of guilt. You didn’t even have anything to be guilty over, but it happened anyway.

“What happened with Max?”

You crossed your arms at the direct question. “This is why I don’t bring people home.”

“What happened with Max?”

“Nothing.” You dropped your head to the table with a thud as her penetrating stare became too much to look at.

“What happened with Max?”

“Fucksake,” you groaned as her persistence won over your impatience. “He called you a whore…well technically he called me one too, but it doesn’t matter. He disrespected you, mum, so instead of calling you what he can do is he can take his phone and go fuck himself with it.”

Lando covered his mouth as a quiet squeak slipped out behind his apologetic smile and you reached out with your foot, running it up and down his leg. You felt bad for subjecting him to this drama when he was as introverted as they come - not that anyone would guess after seeing him on tv. Charles seemed to just take everything on the chin and not a lot fazed him at all, but like you he was reaching out to soothe Lando under the table too. 

“I shouldn’t have come, I’m sorry,” you said as you started to push your chair out.

“Wait, please,” your mum asked quietly as her face softened. “He shouldn’t have said that, sweetheart, and I’m sorry that he did. I’m assuming it was after he found out about the three of you?”

You all nodded sullenly and she sighed. “It’s a shock, that’s no excuse, but it was a big shock. Maybe you should talk to him? It’s been a few days, he’s had time to think and reflect. You might be surprised.”

“Have you ever heard Max apologise?” you asked Lando and Charles. Both of their eyebrows furrowed in thought before they shook their heads. “See, Max doesn’t apologise, and I have no interest in hearing anything else from him.”

“As long as you’re doing it for yourself, honey, and not on my behalf. I have been called every name under the sun, but it's water off a duck's back. Don’t miss out on the opportunity to repair the relationship for some vindication for me. He’s your brother and you have missed so much of each other’s life already.” Your mother sighed again as she saw you had heard her words but they hadn’t broken the wall you had built. “Just think about it.”

She rose from the table, walking around it to rest her hand on your shoulder. “Just think about it,” she repeated before she left the room as you sagged in your chair like a puppet whose string had been cut.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you pulled it out to see your reflection broken on the screen. It still hadn’t been repaired from the last argument you had with Max when you accidentally cracked it. Perhaps it was a good reminder to keep.

Unlocking the device, you saw the notification from family share - alerting you that your location services were in use. 

“Fucking cunt,” you groaned before hearing your name from the other end of the house. “Sorry! Can I call him a prick?”

Lando laughed and this time Charles joined in as your mother ranted to herself about your language. You couldn’t help that you grew up around mechanics and drivers, they were the most foul mouthed bunch of people. 

Reaching across, Charles took a look at your phone before updating Lando. “He tracked her.”

“What do you want to do?”

Five minutes ago you would have ditched the phone and packed the car. Five minutes ago you might have threatened harassment. Five minutes of talking with your mother changed everything. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted as you dropped your head in your hands until they were pulled away. You could wear a blindfold and still know exactly who was holding your hand, recognising their touch and feel with the familiarity of intimacy. “What do you think I should do?”

“I’m not ready to forgive him for how he spoke to you, amour,” Charles shrugged. “If he was my brother, I honestly don’t know if that would change anything.”

“I’ll follow your lead, baby,” Lando said as he lifted your hand to his lips. “Whatever you decide. What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking you look really good in that shirt,” you said as you looked at Charles for confirmation, his smirk evident. “Really, really good.”

“I always look good. Stay focused.”

“I am focused. I am going to call the gardener, and someone to fix that bloody pavement. Then, maybe, I’ll think about what to do next, it’s not like he’s going to be knocking down the door right this minute.”

Both of them turned to the door expecting to hear it knock and you rolled your eyes. “He’s not the bogeyman. He just likes to think he is.”

You took your phone back and opened the family share app, selecting Max’s phone and watched as it zeroed in on the pin drop. “Shit,” you sighed as the blue dot moved along the street. Leaning back in the chair, you craned your neck to see out the window and caught sight of an Audi SUV pulling in the driveway. “I take that back. Can we run?”

Click here for chapter eight.

[thedaddycomplex]

do you still perchance have the stories about the man eating slugs

Probably. Somewhere. I have boxes of journals packed away and it's likely in one of those.

If you care, I once did a recap of what I could remember of the story in an older post, so I pasted it here along with the reason I never perused publishing the whole thing anywhere.

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A small-town sheriff is called to the house where the elderly tenant has been found mostly eaten. The only clue? Slimy residue!

The sheriff teams with a scientist to try to determine what in the gooey heck happened. As the scientist studies the slime, the sheriff gets a call. Another body was found.

Anyway, this goes on for a while, I really racked up the body count (even kids and pets) and I totally went full-tilt boogie into the gore of it all. Anyway, then the scientist, who’s stumped by the slime… uh, I think her assistant or something mentions his vegetable garden and that he’s always dealing with snails… something like that.

The scientist, who’s been thinking the slime was some sort of man-made chemical used in the murders, has an epiphany. She conducts more tests and — voilà! — she proves the slime is slug trails. (Hey, I never claimed this story was smart.)

By now, the slugs are getting more bloodthirsty, more brazen. Rather than waiting for people to sleep, they start attacking during the day. If I remember correctly, they slowly eat their way through a school at one point because the kids somehow got trapped in there or something.

The sheriff and his deputies confront the horde, but all they have are guns, so they only pick off a few before a couple of the deputies are overrun and eaten. The scientist says they have to kill the horde of slugs all at once. The sheriff comes up with the plan — they’ll use themselves and a few other people as bait to draw the slugs into the abandoned mine in the mountain that looms over the town.

They pack the mine with explosives, draw the slugs slowly up the mountain, and escape through a side tunnel. (I think I had a whole thing in which they couldn’t get out initially, y’know, just to make it more tense.) Then, they blow the mine up, sending a shower of rocks and slug bits down on the town below.

As the sheriff, the scientist, and the remaining townsfolk celebrate their victory, unseen in the woods on the outskirts of town, a snail rises up and attacks a cat. And so a new horror begins.

The end.

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I don’t think I ever explained why the slugs suddenly started eating people.

The whole thing was handwritten and done in one- or two-page installments over the course of a year. After that, I attempted to do a werewolf story, but halfway through I realized I was just rewriting Cycle of the Werewolf and bailed on it.

I never did anything with the story because years later I found out horror author Shaun Hutson had written a book in 1982 (predating my story by about 6 years) with pretty much the exact same premise called Slugs. It was also turned into a movie.

[movidita]

Clumsy reader and protective rick!!!!!! Ahhh

(i literally had to force myself to write this, im so sorry if this is not what you had in mind <3)

18+ mdni

You were so incredibly clumsy.

And sensitive. And a little clueless.

You could trip over your own to feet and of course, there go the waterworks.

It wasn’t like you did it on purpose. It’s just who you were.

Today was your first run.

You’re first time outside the gates of Alexandria since the world had gone to shit.

You were extremely nervous, but having Rick at your side sort of made you feel better.

Now standing practically on top of him, your shoes hitting his, afraid of falling too far behind.

That fact very evident on your face.

“Come on, sweetheart, It’s fine.”

Rick whispered sweetly, placing a hand on your lower back and pulling you forward. So he could watch your every move.

“‘S all good. Not too many out here today.”

You were chewing on your bottom lip, eyes darting around at every sway of a bush.

The haunting feeling that something could jump out and take a bite out of you.

“Can we go back.” You whisper, “I don’t think I’m ready.”

He shook his head, “We don’t do it now, we won’t do it ever. You’re fine, I’m here.”

Clutching onto the pocket knife Rick had given you, like it would do anything, like you knew how to use it.

“The store looks pretty empty, we go in, grab supplies and get out, alright?” He dipped his head down, eyes meeting yours. Shooting you a comforting look— an attempt to ease your nerves.

You nod, subconsciously moving closer to him as your heart rate picked up.

“Stay close, don’t wander off.” He pulled open the shutter over the door of the small store.

Waiting a few seconds before he entered, listening out for the vile growls of the creatures.

And when he didn’t hear any he tugged you forward.

Right by his side.

When you stepped in, the stench of death immediately hit your nostrils.

Making your nose turn up and eyebrows scrunch.

As you go to walk forward, you trip on abandoned banana discarded on the floor.

Landing flat on your bum, yelping when your hand touches something slimy.

“Rick!” You cry, scrambling to get yourself up.

He spins around, immediately helping you to your feet. His eyes scanned your surroundings, coming to the conclusion there was no real threat— you were just clumsy.

“You okay?” There’s a hint of a smirk on his face as his hands rest at your waist, keeping you up.

You frown. “No! There- there’s goop on my hand!” Wiping it on the side of his jacket as you whine.

Rick looks down at the browny-black coloured slime you had just wiped on him, then back up to your face.

“Might just be walker blood.”

Tears brimming in your eyes, “Ugh! That’s so gross!”

“Well, baby, maybe you should watch where you going, huh? Clumsy girl.”

“It’s not my fault,” You protest. “It’s dark in here.”

He chuckles, guiding you away from the weird puddle on the floor and down an aisle filled with canned food.

Watching as he loads them into the cart you had found along the way.

“How do you know it’s safe in here?”

Rick shrugs, “I’ll hear any walkers, place hasn’t got good coverage. The window over there is broken, I doubt anyone would wanna haul up in here.”

You sigh, desperately wanting to go back to the safety of your walls.

“Can we go? I want to wash my hands.” The man finishes loading the cart, gesturing his head towards the exit.

He leads you out, placing the cart by the truck and turning around to face you. Immediately, rushing to your side when he notices a lone walker behind you.

Unsheathing his knife, and pulling you behind him.

Grabbing the walker by the neck and pushing back, so it slammed against the wall of the store.

Your eyes were wide, stumbling backwards and away from the scene.

What you didn’t realise was you were walking right into another trap.

Your body crashing into a walker as it growled.

Falling down as it hovered above you. “Rick!” You scream, shying away from the snapping teeth just inches from your face. Hands scrambling to push it away.

The sharp sound of a gunshot ringing in your ears. The deceased body falling flat on top of you, blood coating your neck and your shirt.

Rick drags the walker away, helping you up as he cradles your distraught face in his large hands.

“Hey, It’s okay. It’s okay.” Your head dropping forward onto his chest, trying to even out your breathing.

You’re safe. You’re alive. You’re with Rick.

Hands wrapping around his torso. “Oh my god.”

“You’re okay.” He sooths, brushing the back of your head. “You’re okay.”

He guides you back towards the truck.

“We’ll get you home, s’alright, baby.”

Rick opens the passenger door to the truck, helping you inside and then moving around to the driver side, getting in and turning to face you.

“Thank you.” You breathe, turning to face him. He smiles at you, “Of course.” “Really, thank you.”

His hand lands on your bare thigh, just tracing the hem of your denim shorts. Causing your heart to skip a beat as you look up at him.

“No problem.”

His hand moves up further, fingers dipping bellow your shorts, tracing the top of your underwear.

You gently grab his wrist before he can go any further.

“You want me to stop?” His eyebrows raise.

Shaking your head— almost immediately. Letting go of his wrist and letting his hand wander, “No.”

His free hand comes up to undo your button, unzipping your shorts and tossing them to the floor of the car.

Leaving you sat there in just your white panties and shirt covered in walker guts.

“How ‘bout we get this off, hm?” Swiftly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

Once your clothes were discarded, you wasted no time in climbing over the console and straddling his lap.

Hands tangling in his hair as you pull him in for a kiss. Tongues fighting against each other.

Your hips subconsciously rocking forward.

Your clothed cunt flush with the very obvious bulge in the man’s jeans.

His hands began to wander once again, pulling your panties to the side and coming in contact with your pussy.

Gathering the arousal that pooled out of you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” Dragging his finger up to rub your wetness around your clit.

Causing you to moan into his neck. Fingers digging into his shoulders.

Two of his digits slipped inside your tight hole, causing you to whine his name and buck your hips.

Eyes rolling back as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

“Oh god, shit, Rick!”

He other hand trailed along your back, swiftly unclasping your bra and pulling it off. Abandoning it to join the rest of your clothes.

He began pressing kisses to your neck, down your collar bone and then to the valley of your breasts.

Taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud as it hardened.

“Such a gorgeous sight.”

His fingers sped up, adding a third finger and using his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

Smirking at your moaning form on top of him.

Your orgasm came quicker than anticipated, juices gushing out of you and coating his hands and your inner thighs.

Body falling forward onto his chest, doing your best to regain composure.

“Such a sweet girl. My sweet clumsy, beautiful girl.”

[taylor-titmouse]

This might be a silly question, but if a cis human woman wore the womamulet, would it have an effect (giving her bigger boobs, more exaggeratedly feminine features, etc), or would it be just a regular necklace? Also, if someone wore it on a different part of the body (maybe wrapped around their wrist or something), would it still be able to function? Because the slime who “wore” it didn’t look like a regular slime, but it certainly didn’t turn into a human woman lol

nothing would happen to a cis human woman wearing the womanulet. honestly if anything Does visibly happen to her it'd mean she wasn't as Just Human as she thought.

and as long as it's around some portion of your body, it should work. so wearing it as a bracelet or w/e would be fine. the slime, being mostly made of water/water-like material, can activate it simply by having it submerged in its body. it's 'around' whatever portion it floats in. that actually doesn't have anything to do with why it became a human-shaped slime instead of a slimy human, though. that's because slimes don't have a central nervous system, muscles, or skeleton for the amulet to rearrange. it's Too Complex of a transformation. it's the same reason gundrid and froberge retain some draconic features. it's a Big change to go from dragon to human. it's an even bigger change to go from slime to human.

[lazy4honey]

Slime x Dragon 01

Contains: third person perspective, shapeshifting, teasing(?), nipple play, dub-con, aphrodisiac, slow start, orgasm, original characters and headcanons

First time writing smut, sooo… tell me what you think? :)

As a lazy dragon, Gengu truly appreciated the invention of the soap slime. Any crevice between his scales he couldn’t reach, it could drip its juice into and rub itself along, making him cleaner and shinier than ever.

Later, he heard from his friends that there were also other slimes, like the lava slime popular with the Fire Elves, or the electro slime that the nymphs adored. So, upon his friend’s recommendation, he bought another slime.

He went to the Witch’s shop, looked at the delicately packaged boxes, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Why were there so many options?! Various slimes and slime juices of all kinds of colors and sizes and effects — this made choosing so difficult!

So Gengu randomly grabbed a big box and went to the checkout, confidently placing it on the counter.

The witch behind the counter glanced at him, the corner of her lips twitching with a suppressed grin at the thought of such an elegant hunk buying this kind of thing.

Gengu, oblivious to her or others’ thoughts, went home with eager anticipation.

He directly unpacked the thing in the living room of his den, giving the user handbook only a cursory glance and registering the word “edible” before tossing it to the side and lifting the large slime container.

Within the clear cylinder rested a translucent light pink blob of slime. It slowly flowed along the reinforced glass with each tilt, appearing rather docile.

Gengu was very satisfied. The soap slime he had was too naughty, latching onto him the moment he entered the bath to crawl up his leg beneath his trousers or into his collar down his chest and rubbing along his dicks before he could even disrobe himself. It was really bothersome and hard to get rid off.

His blue-yellow tourmaline-like eyes shimmered as he twisted and turned the container, happily watching the slime slide around inside and leaving trails of its clear pink juices all over the glass.

After playing enough, he finally opened it.

Immediately, a delicate fragrance was released, making him inhale deeply. The soft scent of strawberries had a slightly prickly feel to it, tingling on Gengu’s tongue as he sniffed.

Feeling already slightly intoxicated just from the smell alone, he guessed that it was a strawberry-flavored wine slime.

Placing the container on his lap and leaning back on the ridiculously large couch, the dragon reached into the cylinder with his hand and used his claw to poke at the motionless slime. It squirmed a little. He poked it a little more, stirring his finger on the surface of the slime. This time, the pink blob sucked on his finger, making a soft plop sound upon releasing.

Gengu chuckled, repeating this process a few times.

Unbeknownst to him, the strawberry fragrance slowly intensified.

After a while of playing, the dumb pink blob seemed a little annoyed and latched onto the dragon’s hand that was about as big as itself, smearing its prickly juice all over his skin.

Gengu laughed. “What, angry? Too bad you can’t do anything about it!”

The slime slowly lost its grip on his hand and dropped back into the cylinder with a squelch.

Dragons had thick skin, so even if he were playing with an acid slime, it wouldn’t be able to hurt him, much less a wine slime, and as such Gengu naturally didn’t take the slime’s actions seriously.

“Hmm, since you smell like strawberries, do you also taste like it?” He wondered to himself.

Curious, he brought his slimy hand up to his face, taking another sniff before cautiously licking the juice with his long tongue.

A tingling sensation spread through his mouth along with the mouthwatering scent of strawberries, inexplicably making his throat feel terribly parched.

Gengu swallowed, then licked the juice off his hand again. He enjoyed the sensations and sucked on his slender fingers one after another, licking them clean.

As he did so, his face slowly took on a pink drunken flush. Unable to control himself, his black horns, wings, and tail popped out, tearing through his clothes with the harsh sound of fabric ripping.

The black dragon narrowed his eyes, his breath hot as he stared at the slime.

“Is the wine effect really that strong…?”

He shifted his butt to allow his tail and wings to spread out more comfortably when he unexpectedly moaned.

The movement had pushed the container a little to the side, making the heavy thing press against his two half hard dicks.

He shifted again, the cylinder once more pressing onto his crotch, and he bit his lip in pleasure.

Swallowing felt a little difficult, so he tore off his tie. Still feeling hot, he unbuttoned his suit shirt and freed his muscular chest, his nipples perked up with arousal.

The dragon slowly blinked his beautiful gem-like eyes and reached for the pink slime. He palmed it, gently kneading it and squeezing out more fragrant juice.

As this continued, the strawberry fragrance filling the cave thickened, filling the entire space in a slow release. But the dragon, at other times so sensitive and alert, didn’t notice this.

Feeling the big container was in the way, Gengu finally took the slime out.

Cupping it in his large hands, the poor thing that had been played with until it sulked and didn’t dare move around soon formed a puddle of juice.

The dragon licked his sharp teeth and swallowed, leaning over to lap the sticky juice out of his hands, his rough barbed tongue accidentally licking the slime itself a few times, making it quiver and secrete more juice.

He slurped and swallowed in a trance, and felt more and more parched and hot.

Tipsy from the slime, he licked his lips and ripped off his already torn shirt. In an effort to get his arms free of the now useless sleeves, he forgot about the pink slime. It was flung up into the air and a moment later, it landed on the black dragon’s broad chest with a splat.

Gengu’s dicks twitched at the somewhat cold, prickly sensation.

He looked down and saw the slime pulling itself together, leaving trails of juice on his toned skin. And his tipsy brain suddenly came up with an idea.

Wiping the juice on his hand off on his abdomen, he used the same hand to rub the slime. His slightly rough finger pad slid over its slippery surface, gently nudging it to the side until it made contact with his nipple.

He sucked in a breath at the cool, prickly sensation.

Feeling it not enough, he massaged the translucent pink slime, smearing his chest full of juice as he cared for his hardened nipple.

Hot pants filled the living room, and even the slime seemed to heat up a little.

Gengu’s tail thrashed and his large wings fluttered at the stimulation.

He lifted his other hand and coated it with the pink slime juice, reaching for his other nipple. With the juice heated by his hot skin, the slick sensation as he pinched and rubbed, the titillating prickling that seeped into his flesh, a stifled, hot moan was released from his throat. A tingle flowed from his nipples down his spine and to the tip of his tail and into his abdomen. His cocks hardened further and pressed against the tight fit of his trousers, the little bit of precum seeping from the slits of his tips leaving small stains on the meticulously ironed fabric.

Gengu’s chest undulated as he panted, the movement making the pink slime gleam in the dim light. Through it he could see his erect nipple, how it was pulled up when he removed the slime from his chest and how it bounced back when the slime was forced to let go with a wet plop.

Swallowing, he switched the slime to the other nipple, working both his hands on that side.

He bit his lip, smearing his pecs and abdomen with the fragrant juice.

Then the slime suddenly sucked on his nipple.

He groaned, and the slime pressed his nipple before sucking it in again, pinching it inside it, making the soft prickling intensify and a halting moan spill from Gengu’s lips as his tail twitched and his two dicks pulsed in response.

Seemingly receiving the dragon’s feedback, the slime stretched. It reached over his wide chest and also enveloped the other nipple within, its middle pulled so thin it was barely pink anymore. Then it gave a strong suck, the kneading, rubbing, pinching and occasionally spilling some fresh cool juice onto his nipples making Gengu hum. The sticky liquid flowed down his chest and abs and was soaked up by the trousers that still dutifully contained his almost bursting, leaking cocks.

His moans became more frequent, the breathy sound accompanied by a searing breath that made the little slime on his chest shudder when it brushed over, and the dragon subconsciously clenched his hands and rolled his hips in a few restrained thrusts.

Suddenly, there was a light sting on his nipples, as if something had bitten them, and he came with one last, loud moan. The rich load of cum soaked his crotch and dripped down along the long, girthy shafts of his two dicks, drenching his dark pubic hair and even flowing down his strong thighs and tight buttocks.

Gengu trembled as he orgasmed. The warm feeling was like lightning following along his blood vessels, spreading through his limbs and into the tips of his horns, wings, tail, and pulsating dicks.

He panted, chest undulating violently, and didn’t pay attention as the light pink slime released his nipples and let itself slide down his abdomen. Still filled with the echoes of this unprecedented pleasure, he closed his eyes.

Everything was hazy, warm, and smelled like strawberries.

It was so comfortable that he fell asleep.