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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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OCTOBER 1ST. VENOM

"eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time."

♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.

♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.

♱ — length; 5K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !

♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

“just eat her…katsuki…”

“no, you can fuck right off.”

“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…”

for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.

“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it.

“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”

he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.

bowing his head slightly, bakugou wordlessly apologises before fishing himself out another glass of mercilessly alcohol free fruit punch. “‘m sorry ma’am—“

he cuts himself off when your name flitters from between your mother’s lips— the syllables that usually sound so pretty when strung together now ugly tainted by the evil woman. “she deserves so much better than you,” she doesn’t ease up on reminding bakugou of how lucky he is to have bagged you. to love you. “better than a wannabe journalist on a motor cycle.”

“die… pewny crazy woman—“

bakugou feels the familiar crawl of the venom symbiote across his skin— sharp-edges, dangerous claws reaching out for the wicked woman to snag her head off when he controls himself, controls his little friend and forces his stare back to the catered pile of desserts.

“venom,” katsuki is barely hanging onto his sanity, voice tainted with exhaustion. it’s like having a child constantly on your back, begging for things that aren’t acceptable for adults. he wonders how he’s been able to put up with this, how you’re able to put up with him. since becoming one with the alien life form— katsuki bakugou has been nothing but neglectful of you…turning his back on you during nights full of romance because he’s scared venom will hurt you, he’s missed cake and wine and menu tasting for the wedding because venom craved a little something meatier and sometimes even more human than whatever you’d been excited to try for your big day. katsuki forgets calls, doesn’t reply to texts— cycles into the night to take care of his little problem when he should be looking after you.

katsuki’s been insufferable; meaner than usual, flakier than he should be and he knows that he’s hurting you— not loving you properly like he should. blaming venom alone would be the easy way out. yet you stayed, you kept that ring on your finger and put on your best smile, because for some reason you still found it in your too big of a heart to love katsuki even when he didn’t deserve it.

still away with his thoughts, blonde is absent to notice venom popping out— a creepy, sticky black head, to greet a curious child after some of the sweets at this swanky engagement party. “want to play hide and seek? the mouth is a good place to start.” venom’s attempt at a coo is far from comforting, rows of razor sharp teeth covered in alien slobber only frightening the little one more.

“fuck off venom, cut yer crap out or i’ll—“ bakugou waves a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose only to be pulled from his revere by a whimpering child ( now identified as your five year old nephew who still hates his guts ). “oh shit—“

“would you mind not cursing in front of my kid?” your brother hastily appears from absolutely fucking nowhere. shindou is far from impressed, hates bakugou’s guts as does the rest of your family and if he had his way, the blonde wouldn’t have a leg to stand on at the alter with you. “yanno, you might wanna behave yourself tonight? it’s important to my ma, to my sister so if you could—“

there’s a burning rage that flickers through bakugou’s veins only heightened by the alien that makes a host out of his body, and it only makes it harder to fight off the urge for manslaughter. “we should eat him too…katsuki…he is getting on my nerves. i am sure he will taste like chicken.” the alien growls from the deep corners of his mind.

“they do not taste like chicken you stupid fuckin’ lug.” bakugou grunts back.

and to the outside world, the shitty excuse for a man is talking to himself— getting shindou’s back right up. “what did you just call me?”

“stay outta this, man. s’between me and the dumb fuckin’ alien voice in my head.”

insane. katsuki bakugou’s little alien friend makes him look absolutely insane.

and before he can get his ass beat by your brother— you swoop in, slightly flushed from flickering between guests of friends and family all night, there’s smile lines in your makeup, you’re tired in the eyes and you’re still the most beautiful person in the room to bakugou. his heart races when you’re close enough for him to smell your perfume, putting a safe distance between your fiancé and your brother.

you’re angry with him, bakugou can tell by the heat in your gaze when you get shindou far enough from the dessert table— he can feel it in the way it burns against his skin in broad waves, see it in how you twist on your heel so fast your dress, pretty and off-white like a bride on her wedding day, rides up enough to catch a glimpse of your thighs. it’s shameful to admit, but seeing you so full of rage turns him ( and venom ) on.

“what the hell is going on with you, katsuki?” you bark at him, hands on his chest enough to make the blood rush to his cock, swelling in the pants he’d just managed to throw on for tonight’s event.

“n-nothin’ sweetheart, ‘m just—“ fuck her katsuki. she’s angry, venom goads. she is pretty when she’s angry. we should fuck her. the blonde shakes his head, trying to rid himself of vulgar thoughts— clearing his mind, focusing on you and how your chest heaves, with annoyance, tucked away in that tight fitting dress that hugs you in all the right places, as you look up at your fiancé expectantly. fuck. “the only one that’ll be fuckin’er is me, you dumb fuck alien.”

it’s embarrassing, whatever’s gotten into your fiancé— because tonight was supposed to be special, the one night before your wedding that you could trust him to behave and not make that familiar prickling warmth coil in your core at his vulgar words. your eyes widen in shock and you push again at katsuki’s chest with furrowed brows.

“kats, please—“

shindou squeezes down on your nephew’s ears, hoping it’ll block out whatever filth spills from your lover’s mouth. “that’s my sister! you dipshit, get a grip—“

“fuck him too, katsuki…”

“yo—“ you turn around again, spitting venom ( no pun intended ) at your brother too as you grasp at bakugou’s wrist to pull him from the banquet room you’d booked for tonight’s celebrations. “go check on ma, please? i’ll deal with him.”

and you exactly that, nagging the man’s ear off as you tug him to the bathroom— tears glittering as pretty as your engagement ring in your eyes under the artificial light. you’re nearly broken at this point, months of being treated so differently, akin to trash possibly, by the man you love most being unleashed on him and the symbiote that sits comfortably in his frame unbeknownst to you.

“i’m sick of this kats,” you might as well be screaming at this point, your whiny and emotional voice is loud and noisy to the alien. it echoes through the cubical you’ve locked yourselves in and it cranks up the annoyance within venom— and you barely notice katsuki trying to keep him down. “i’ve been good to you all these years, haven’t i? i’ve loved you well enough for you to know that i deserve better than you but i just can’t—!”

the final straw is when you bang your fist against the cubical wall, the noise rattling the symbiote inside your lover, forcing ink black tendrils to take over his host body and a scream to tear in the base of your throat as katsuki transforms into something you don’t even recognise.

the man towering over you now is built in a suit of sticky, obsidian black— white, and cloudy slits peer into yours in a way that sends shivers down your spine and has your thumping heart leaping into your throat. this isn’t your man, this isn’t your katsuki. horror seeps through your body, takes residence in your veins as the monster grasps at you with claws and tentacles instead of your fiancé’s slightly calloused hands. it dwarfs you more in comparison to bakugou, it makes you scared looking at what it’s made of him as thick slime slides up and down your pretty, blemished skin in ripples.

“don’t scream.” the rasp you’d come so accustomed to, the one that makes your breath hitch every time he speaks, the one that fills you with butterflies despite the roots of fear wrapping around your heart. it’s him, your katsuki. the tendrils of black have peels back from his pretty face, his ruby gem

eyes send a flicker of comfort through your soul.

but then he’s gone again and the dark mask takes over— screaming at you at a pitch close to making your ears bleed, and you’re scared again, close to screaming too. it, pools like an oil slick over your mouth, suffocating you like a bird on the surface of oil laden water…but you like it, even as if claws ironically gently at the insides of your mouth.

“but we like it when she is screaming. katsuki. we are dirty minded.” the creature addresses you, some kind of twisted affection reflecting in the white of its eye.

“venom, i swear to fuck—“

it’s… katsuki’s… venom’s tongue, long and pink darts out to smooth over your face though you quiver, body toppling over with liquid dread. it’s warm, wet and shouldn’t send a spark of lust down your spine making you let out a muffled whimper of confused arousal.

“mouth…breasts…cunt…so many snacks…so little time.” venom pins you against the wall, pouring over you and invading every inch of your shaky frame— smothering you as it slips under your dainty little dress while you squirm about in it’s hold.

eventually, the ink black peels away from your mouth, only when your muted screams die down. “t-this? katsuki? this is what’s gotten into you?” he’s relieved to see that you’re still filled with anger as you gulp in fresh air between ripping him a new one, he’s completely aware of your growing arousal too. “a parasite! you’ve let a fucking parasite take over your body and ruin our engagement night and now—“

venom, is offended, however. “—i am not a parasite!” he growls. “i am venom, and you are mine.”

“ours…fuck, i mean mine.” katsuki comments, but he doubts you can hear him through the layers of teeth venom wears while arguing with the symbiote itself. it’s a back and forth, but even during that your fiancé can practically smell how your cunt drools into your barely-there panties— from fear or desire, he can’t care to tell. you’re so wet, and between dealing with venom and not seeing you during wedding prep, the blonde can’t remember the last time he fucked you good and proper.

it’s been ages, and you look too fucking good tonight.

“we should just take her…katsuki. flood her insides with seed. she is asking for it, like a hunk of meat waiting to be devoured….”

you squirm against venom’s web like hold, “don’t talk about me like i’m not here you piece of shit! give me back katsuki—!”

“her pulse has quickened. she is hungry for us.” the voice of venom roars from inside his head, equally as desperate for you as katsuki is. katsuki, in combination with the symbiote, surges forward to kiss you with greedy lips and to press his saliva covered and syrupy tongue into the heat of your mouth so he can silence you. it’s big, hefty as it fills you up until there’s drool pooling out and sitting on the corner of your pretty lips. “i like her. more.”

and then you moan, it sounds like a symphony as your mouth swells with the thickness of the slimy tongue exploring your throat and rolling over your tongue. “we’ve been neglecting’ you, hah, sweetheart?” bakugou, your fiancé, groans against your spit slicked lips— smiling at the way you choke from his tongue retreating from choking you down your oesophagus. “wanna take care of ya, been letting you work yer ass off f’this weddin’,” venom’s strawberry tongue slithers out again like a snake seeking out its pray, leaving a sloppy trace over your neck as if to taste the salt that shimmers like crystals on your skin.

“i’m getting hungry as well, katsuki.”

they’re both starving for you, depraved of a meal that is your cunt with your panties tucked between swollen folds. “i-if you think…that you can make it up to me.” your speak hoarsely, throat still raw as you pant and catch your breath, “k-katsuki if you think i can forgive you…”

“let us fuck you, baby. i just— we just wanna feel you. c’mon sweetheart, you trust me yeah? y’missed me so much i know,” all three of you feel it, the way your pussy throbs against venom’s beefy and wet thigh from where he’d shoved it snug between the pair of your own.

“d-did… i did. m-miss you, oh fuck!” you stutter out as thick digits belonging to your fiancé— thickened even more by venom, brush against your hip, dip beneath your skirt and panties to glide up and down your pussy. bakugou teases your entrance, scissoring two fingers inside of your warmth while you ooze into the seat of his palm and grind against him with wanton. “fuck me. both of you, p-please kats,” you beg, riding his fingers until they’re pulled out of you, coated in juices.

your body admits it before your brain does— that you’ve missed him, he can tell from how your chest naturally arches into the eager hunting path of katsuki’s mouth. your flavour reads sweetness, like salted caramel due to the sweat on your skin— his, venom’s tongue runs a course down your body, the sweetheart neckline of your dress rough on his taste buds before he drools between the swell of your pretty tits. he leaves trails of saliva every inch of you possible.

a patch is licked down the front of your dress— katsuki barely fighting off sharp teeth desperate to tear through the front of it so he can kiss the softness of your tummy. instead, hands large enough to crush a skull stick to the dips and fat at your waist, the doughy-ness of your darling thighs he’s missed so much.

the black veil of venom peels back as katsuki’s head dips under your flimsy skirt— and he practically moans, huskily at that, upon seeing the crotch of your underwear darker by your ever growing wetness. “must’a really missed me, sweetheart,” a wildfire of lust sweeps over katsuki’s ruby red eyes and he coos deviently, nose nudging against your pulsing clit before venom’s tongue happily comes into play this game of sinful chess. he moves just a touch, mouth pulling wide to split at the sides much like a snake unhinging it’s jaw, and latches onto the entire length of your silken slit. his tongue greedily pokes at your hole from over the soaked material— sucking until your juices stream against his taste buds. you’re like a drug, ecstasy— sending waves of dopamine over katsuki’s brain.

burning desire trickles into bakugou’s bloodstream at an alarming rate, bursting through his veins and shaking about in his lungs at every little whimper that bubbles wetly on your messy lips— these soon turn to gasps, straining for air as if you’re drowning when your fiancé peels back your wet layer of clothing, nearly tearing completely through it with a life threatening talon belonging to venom, so he can expose your hot cunt to the cool air of the bathroom. he laughs, breathless and giddy against your mound before dragging his tongue along it— kitten licking your addictive little core just to see you twitch and writhe against the wall venom has you pinned to.

you’re heaven on earth for a greedy, predatory creature like venom.

but you’re the universe to a regular man like katsuki bakugou.

your cute little clit is his next stop, pointed teeth only just latching onto the pleasure bud before your fiancé rolls it between the two sets until your nose scrunches adorably and your eyes shoot back into your skull. “i think the little human likes this.” venom’s deep voice inches down your spine, hits deep in your core just with its vibrations— and even he is amused with how wet, you’ve become. gushing like a fruitful stream, pouring liquid gold straight into katsuki’s awaiting mouth, down his chin and painting his cheeks until they shine like treasure.

there’s an uneven rise and fall to your chest as you’re fucked by two entities— you can barely breathe between them both, the shapes on your clit and the stickiness of venom catching your juices before they have a chance to run down your thighs. bakugou is lovesick, and so are you— big bambi eyes staring down into his own so earnestly, imploringly. the blonde pushes his tongue past the entrance to your fluttering hole, watching as your stare trembles before flickering to between your legs where you stretch over the fat pink appendage. it’s so big, that it might as well be a fucking cock.

“h-ho’fuck…h’my god…ka’suki…s’too much. too fucking much!” the words feel like cotton in your mouth, slurred over venom’s tentacles and while the world spins on it’s axis around you, you cream around the base of the scorching, spit dripping limb in venom’s mouth as it wriggles inside you— tip writing sinful praises against your gooey walls, languidly stroking your insides and pressing up against pleasure spots that are new to both you and katsuki. big hands grasp at the meat of your ass— the tips of piercing nails marring your skin and spreading you nice and wide, pulling you onto your lover’s face so that you’re practically suffocating him with have no escape for you either, making your hips canter down to meet the thrust of his tongue in and out of you, barely parting from your honeyed sex.

a scream rumbles in the base of your throat as venom’s lengthy, girthy tongue twists against your lush inner-walls, churning up your guts. the symbiote using your partner as a host is quick to think— shoving his slime deep into your mouth again to tame your sacchariferous griping and grousing, the inestimable melody laying flat against the saliva pooling on your own tongue. “quiet sweetheart, can’t make you cum if yer too loud,” bakugou breathes, his voice laden with lust and amusement from watching you ride his tongue like it’s a plump, pretty and veiny dick. “y’gunna cum baby, fuck yes…gush f’me just like that, oh yeah…”

“for us, katsuki.” the beast inside his head reminds your fiancé, his mask coating bakugou’s face once more— easing you into fright once again, one that makes you quiver just right on him, nearly pushing yourself over the edge.

it’s disgustingly delightful how the pink appendage has a mind of its own, acting like your own personal dildo, fucking you good like one and it’s not long before your body succumbs to the mounting pleasure— the taste of an orgasm like honey oozing across your tongue while happy chemicals dance across your brain, accompanied by white noise as you finally get to cum. you’re spiralling, the tip of venom’s…katsuki’s… fuck it. you don’t even care anymore, the tongue brushes against your g-spot hard causing you to clamp down, suffocating your fiancé, and your jaw to goes slack.

you gush as much as water falls, humping pathetically at your fiancé’s face until your entire body is limp and strands of the symbiote have to keep you up and away from katsuki’s eager mouth ( he’s still hungry, happy to clean you up ) where your legs can’t.

venom slowly retreats from your throat too, but your brain doesn’t have time to catch up when he does, for bakugou’s lips replace the heat that your own mouth has lost— pulling you into a frenzied, spit swapping kiss. “‘m not done with ya yet sweetheart,” he laments, lips grazing yours, licking into your open mouth so you get a taste of yourself too. your body bows into katsuki’s, you feel it before you see it, hear it too— the clink of a metal belt, the sticky tap against your stimulated mound from underneath your panties…fiancé’s iron hot cockhead twitching forward and poised to push through your awaiting salacious folds. “venom wants ya so badly, wants me t’make it up to ya…paint yer pretty cunt with my cum.”

the alien matter has crawled back from surrounding your lover’s hips, sitting just beneath his weighty balls, heavy with seed all for you. it’s obvious how painfully hard he is, standing at full mast and the sight makes your mouth water, pupils dilate and a hunger settle in your chest for katsuki, one you haven’t felt for a while. he’d been neglectful, dealing with this venom shit alone when you could’ve been beside him—guiding him through, though you supposed that didn’t matter anymore…seeing as they were both willing to make it up to you now. “our cum. we are going to ruin her…katsuki.” the symbiote growls, making his presence known to you both in the heated, sex scented bathroom stall. “i am going to ruin you.”

underneath his hair, matted to his forehead by perspiration, katsuki’s brows furrow in confusion. “what the fuck are you on about—?” his question falls away into an airy exhale, twisted with a sharp clap against his ass, like skin on skin. “f-fuck…oh fuck….d-damn parasite’s f-fuckin’ m-my ass…” your fiancé’s head drops to the junction between your neck and shoulder, pointed teeth latching onto your saltine skin as venom twists his ink black tendrils into a shape made to ruin katsuki from behind— thrusting sharp into his puckered hole.

“i am not a parasite!” the symbiote snarls, pulling back to pump into your lover again, this time with no mercy on bakugou’s ill prepped and fluttering hole—pressing right up against the blonde’s prostate. the force only has his own hips cantering forward, his cock, wrapped in pretty blue veins bullying it’s way through your swollen pussy lips— dragging back and forth against your overstimulated clit.

the whole ordeal is slimy, hot and steamy— katsuki pressed against you with no room for anything else aside from lust and the doubled down sound of skin clapping against each other. him grinding his shaft into your sweet cunt while venom pounds away at his warm, tight ass. when the symbiote pulls back, bakugou peels his seedy dick from between your selfish folds— clinging onto him by viscid ropes of evidence from your last orgasm while his cockhead smears fat globs of white against your mound.

“my fuckin’ god,” you can feel every twitch of his length between your messy thighs, every throb as venom pushes deeper into katsuki— subsequently pushing his tip against abused and sensitive entrance. “m’baby’s got the prettiest pussy… can’t believe ‘m marryin this fuckin’ pussy… oh god.” he whines, drooling over your shoulder because he can’t keep quiet without pacifying himself on you, bakugou’s venom covered hand descends between your bodies to tap his mushroomed milky tip against your pleasure button a few times, smirking as your body jolts and the oil slick arms of venom spread your pussy lips further apart to watch more of the action ( your throbbing cunt and the pearls of arousal that leak from it ). “can’t believe she’s all fuckin’ ours, hah parasite?”

“no one can have her. only you and i.” he says in response, and your tummy flutters when bakugou repeats it back to you— the possession both he and the alien have over you doing nothing to stop the ticking time bomb of your orgasm building up in your lower tummy again.

to see your future husband with flushed cheeks and vacant eyes as he’s being fucked raw ( by an alien or not ) only serves to turn you on further, pussy drooling and juices slinging between both of your thighs with the back and forth of your humping, sticky noises accompanying your in tune breathless moans that follow one another’s with ‘O’ shaped mouths and end in sloppy kisses.

with your gasped pleas and katsuki’s gruff mewls echoing throughout the bathroom— venom picks up the pace— rocking his dick shaped appendage harder and faster into your fiancé’s ribbed insides, forcing your bodies against each other in a passionate miry dance of nasty, filthy sex. the walls of the bathroom stall creak on their hinges from the force behind venom’s thrusts, jamming hard against katsuki’s prostate which in turn has your rubbing down on his fat dick, faster and faster until all you can hear is the pap, pap, pap of your sexes working with one another.

“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, almost pornogroahically, katsuki’s convulsing creamy cock driving you up the wall insane. “please.”

bakugou presses his forehead to your own , body bouncing forward against yours from the power behind venom’s aggressive pace inside of him while your pebbled nipples brush against each other. “can’t,” he whines with nearly teary ruby eyes, the crystalline droplets already gathered in his lash line like yours. “been gone from the party too long, g’nna cum soon anyways. s-shit!” though you whimper with faux disappointment, you’re not far from release either— the feverishness to either of your movements dragging you by the ankles to another high after all the abuse to your sensitive sex. you find yourself throwing hips down to meet katsuki’s rapid thrusts. his hands fumble for one of your meaty thighs to hook it over his slender, slime covered waist while you grasp at his taut ass to spread him wider, allowing venom to reach deeper spots inside of him.

katsuki shifts, changing the angle of his venom controlled thrusts so that his glistening cockhead breaches your entrance only just— making your eyes roll back for the millionth time that night, your nails sinking into his peachy ass. “‘m right there kats, oh—! right there…” you warn him through gritted teeth.

he tilts head up, tongue licking over the sweat on your Cupid’s bow. “yer cummin’… g’nna cum f’us baby?” you nod rapidly in response, barely standing on the crumbling edge of your orgasm. between that and the alien parasite tearing his ass in two, jammed up on his prostate— dancing in the back of his mind and commanding him to cum… katsuki can’t seem to hold of either. “let go f’me baby, lemme feel it. give it all fuckin’ to me. to us.”

“cum katsuki.”

your body follow’s bakugou’s lead, and he, venoms. “ohh fuck, uhhh shit! ‘m fucking cumming— yeah, yeah. oh yeah…” your fiancé beefs needy and loud, his first spirts of thick white seed barely hitting your cunt before you let out a large wave and gush so hard your release makes a crude slap when ir hits the ground. your panties are soaked through and blood rushes through your ears— all your senses numb to the world except for katsuki using your shaking body to ride out the rest of his high, pouring his release into your soiled panties and against your slit.

you see new colours, new galaxies and universes— everything hitting you so hard you barley have time to comprehend that you’ve just fucked an alien that’s using your fiancé as a host. it still doesn’t register within you as katsuki puts venom away, pulling out from underneath your skirt before he fixes your panties warm with cum snug against you again.

“‘m gonna take ya back to the party sweetheart, we’ll have to talk about this later.” bakugou coos, though you’re both wobbly on your feet as you come down.

it’s so cute that all you can do is nod, seemingly appeased with your fiancé compared to how furious you had been before venom helped fuck you good.

if katsuki had known using the alien as a sex toy would get him out of trouble with you and back into your good books— he would have done it much earlier.

“i will not eat any of the humans here tonight… as long as we are able to ravage your tiny human again…katsuki.” the symbiote promises when bakugou hangs back a few seconds as you slip back into the party— hoping that your sins go unnoticed.

and even if you squint while watching you join your family and friends for the rest of the night, you would notice all of them— the way you stagger on your legs and the shiny marks from venom’s slime decorating them too, leaving a sweet smile on bakugou’s face.

“oh buddy, as long as yer a fuckin’ parasite in my body, we can ravage her like that any day, for the rest of my life.” katsuki boasts proudly.

“for the last time. i am not a parasite!”

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littlebluespoon · 5 months

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Hey!! I hope your day is good! Can I request Octo!König with a bratty reader ?

My days been not too bad Nonnie, hope yours has been brilliant because I love this request! I also got so carried away. I just, I'm a brat this is what I want from life. So thank you Nonnie for letting me ramble away about Octo!König and Brats

tw: 18+ MDNI, sexual content, spanking, bratting, brat taming, cockwarming, octopus, tentacles, monster fucking, dub-con

We're gonna say that reader and König are in an established relationship of sorts. There's a bit of dub-con in the whole thing as reader was stalked and manipulated into it

König is willing to be lenient with you in the beginning of the relationship as he understands you're not used to giving up sp much control.

He believes that you're scared and doesn't want you to be terrified of him so in the beginning he deals with the bratting with time outs. He'll put you in the spare bedroom which only has a bare mattress on the floor and a blanket.

Any refusal to eat, even if its just something on your plate that you don't like will result in him force feeding you. He has to care for his mate.

After a few weeks of this König gets frustrated and that's when he gets mean. Spankings are now a daily occurrence and by the end of the day they're accompanied by time outs.

Remember that tentacle dildo? He's not above a little public humiliation, he will make you walk around with it in.

Speaking of tentacles, he loves shifting into his half and half form and using his own tentacles to restrain you.

He's used them to spank you before as well, the bruises his suckers left lasted for a month

He's not always mean though. He can recognise when you're just having a bad day and need something soft. Those days consist of movie days where he has you cockwarm him just so you're always aware of him but its still pleasant for you.

MAINTENANCE SPANKINGS

He will collar you so that even when you're apart you can't forget about him and you'll remember to behave.

Takes pictures of the bruises he leaves on you to remember them by and to remind you what will come of your behaviour.

When he's not in the best headspace and you're being bratty he will just cocoon you in his tentacles and use his human arms to soothe you. It's like a more restricted version of timeout.

#bluespoonswriting #octo!könig #asks for blue #könig x reader #konig x reader #call of duty x reader #tw: tentacles #tw: dubcon #tw: monster fucking

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crisiscutie · 4 months

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Safer Sephy anon here. Yes, non-con.

Sure thing. You guys ever wonder what happens when Sephy is horny during his victory high? Well...

Pairing: OG Safer Sephy/AFAB Darling.

Content Warning: NSFW, Non-Con. Tentacles. Teratophilia.

Just as your weakened body was about to collapse, tentacles extended towards you, coiled around your body, and stroked you with a twisted fondness.

You whimpered, still in immense pain from the recent battle with Sephiroth. Even though you had tried to help Cloud and his party defeat Sephiroth, he had still managed to best all of you.

As you watched your friends fade away, joining with the Lifestream, tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Cloud was the last to go, his mako eyes locked with yours. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something to you, but nothing came out.

Soon after, Sephiroth spoke for the first time, almost startling you. His familiar, velvety voice had an ethereal echo as he mockingly reassured you.

"There's no need to be sad. They'll become a part of me... Isn't that what you want?" A small, slimy tentacle caressed your cheek and guided your gaze towards his ascended form, forcing you to behold the monstrosity he had become. The man you once loved was no more.

The other tentacles that caressed your body then removed your clothing, leaving your delicate body exposed to the cool air.

An enormous, cock-shaped tentacle began to stroke itself against your folds, slyly warning you of the incoming brutal penetration, while a singular sucker tentacle latched onto your clit, suckling it for all it was worth.

You let out a loud whimper, wanting to escape from this monstrosity. Sephiroth responded with a dark chuckle, his slit eyes twinkling with amusement and twisted adoration at your panic.

"Do you enjoy it that much, darling? I can make it better for you. Much better...~"

Before you expressed your disgust, the cock tentacle teasing your folds forced its way into your tight cunt, stretching it to the limit before it's even halfway inside. You gritted your teeth at the sudden invasion, feeling your stomach bulge from the sheer size of it!

Yet Sephiroth couldn't care less. The beauty of the moment, a symbol of the union for man and wife, held his attention.

Unwanted pleasure and aches surged through your body, as the sucker tentacle on your engorged clit refused to relent, matching the intensity of the cock tentacle pounding your poor cunt.

He then fastened your body to his own, granting you a lovely view of him now sailing through the cosmos, annihilating worlds in the name of JENOVA and your honor.

"Together, we are unstoppable. These pitiful worlds shall fall under our dominion," he declared. Who knew if he addressed that to you or to JENOVA as more tentacles forcefully entered your abused, gaping cunt.

Piercing screams left your lips, the devastation of worlds unfold before your eyes. Trillions of lifeforms were obliterated, the very dimension around you both shifted.

Sephiroth continued his deranged monologue, a veiny tentacle now being shoved into your mouth and roughly fucking your throat.

"My goddess. My queen. My breeder. Nothing will come between us again," Each word he spoke had a slight hint of wicked excitement.

Your muffled screams were a twisted symphony for his ears, one of the many things that exhilarated him.

From destroying the pitiful humans and their Gaia to reclaiming his precious doll and upholding his mother's legacy, Sephiroth had no chance of being overthrown. The cosmos was now his playing field.

You had your abilities to thank for helping you endure this brutal fuck, your belly now distended from the cock tentacles stretching it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the tentacles finally filled you to the brim with his corrupt, divine seed, forever marking you as his.

"Mine..." He said as your body trembled, the cum now leaking out of your plugged holes.

The tentacles were still sheathed inside you even after their release.

His enormous, ethereal wings then wrapped around you like a protective cocoon as he conjured a paradise world for you to rest in.

You'd assume the new roles he bestowed upon you when the time came.

Your will had vanished, leaving you as his perfect doll, forever bound to his divine presence.

Writing this reminded me of my favorite smutty prompt from the HoS AU, so it was super fun. By the way, this Safer Sephiroth is NOT the same as the one from the Dissidia AU! Two different temperaments around/towards their darlings, for sure. And Dissidia Safer Sephy has legs.

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teejaystumbles · 1 year

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for ch 9 of You create me against your lips by @delta-pavonis <3

#just relax in a bath with your Nightmare King #hellknight #own art #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #the sandman fanart #the sandman fanfiction #I love them so much #tw: tentacles #tw monsterfucking #teejaystumbles

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goatanarchy · 8 months

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Dancing of The Skulls 💃💀🦑 Had to draw my druid Nike in the pretty robes they have been wearing in game and doing a silly little dance.

#goat does an art #dnd art #Nike The Druid #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tiefling #druid #skulls #tw: tentacles

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yanmaresu · 2 years

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You can't go to simpler times

A couple of pieces inspired by @merakiui 's fic about a captive Azul and a princess reader. I really recommend it, pls check it out.

+18 content below the cut // Minors DNI // cw: yandere, non-consensual touching, tentacles, implied non-con,

I asked Merakiui if it was ok to draw something related to her fic some months ago and it's only now that I finally got to draw it jsjsjs sorry about that 👉👈 but I've been stuck with the mental image of the stained glass painting the last scene with a very ominous light ever since. I'm actually happy with how it turned out in the end >:')

#yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: tentacles #Merakiui #yandere male #male yandere #yandere boy

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himb-oytoy · 1 year

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hey bestie <3 as a treat

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we had agreed, at the start of the camping trip, to keep each other updated on our locations: sharing it on our phone, checking in every few hours, so on and so forth.

the checkpoint passed long enough ago to warrant concern, especially since your calls were going through, and my location was still visible. i wasn’t picking up, and i was off the trails, so you resigned to come looking for me. (if i was able to think about anything, i would’ve thought to text you—but I didn’t.)

i was aware that the tentacles surrounding me shifted, but it wasn’t until they readjusted my position and lifted my head that i realized it was you. your eyes, still holding the light of intelligence and the resulting fear, met mine as the tentacles held you still, ripping your clothes off your body and leaking aphrodisiac onto your skin.

i watched while they gripped your cock, soaking it in more aphrodisiac and stroking it to hardness. you were still pushing against the tentacles, your hands reaching towards me, but my brain was too far gone to consider it meant anything other than what the tentacles were expecting of you.

i gasped as the tentacles held my legs apart and pushed you against me, sliding your cock against my cunt, still dripping with more of the aphrodisiac, before pushing it in, holding you by the hips while keeping me still underneath you, keeping you thrusting in and out of me.

at some point, the tentacles had let your hands go, letting you hold me close, pressing my face against your shoulder. your thrusts seemed less and less even each time, and the tentacle that had been gripping your waist was lightly wrapping around both of us, not quite holding us together but not letting you pull out as far, forcing you to hammer at my cunt with smaller, stronger thrusts.

i moaned into your shoulder, my eyes rolling back into my head. you gasped yourself, thrusting hard one, two more times, pulling back out one last time before the tentacle around our waists tightened, forcing you to bottom out again and cry out as you came, filling me up, the tentacles refusing to let you pull out even a little.

i couldn’t see your eyes, but i could feel the way your cock twitched inside me, still cumming, your hips fighting against the tentacles trying to thrust just a little more.

i had been scared when the tentacles had taken me, too, but i was so happy as soon as my mind slipped away from me, letting me stop worrying about it entirely. i knew you were in the same place, now. i buried my face further into your shoulder, comforted that i wouldn’t be alone in this pleasure—wouldn’t be the tentacles lone breeder, but instead one of two. and we’d both be so good for them.

- @otter-pup

fuck..

i think my first thought would be relief that i'd found you. then, probably dread, because i found you in a pit of tentacles that we're both stuck in now.

not that i'm worrying for long. i'm bound up by tentacles, thick, sticky aphrodisiac pooling on my skin and through any clothes that haven't been ripped off me yet. they've wrapped around my cock, and soon after i'm a mess, dripping pre-cum and begging for a hole.

and then it reveals you. panting, drooling, hole red and sensitive from the aphro. and so fucking wet. it presses me against you, chest to chest, my cock grinding against yours and so fucking ready to breed you. it puts me on top of you, guides your legs around my waist, and binds them there. it squeezes us together, forcing my cock to slip into you, forces us into a deep mating press.

i can feel myself bottom out. i can feel your hole milking my cock, so sensitive that you're cumming already. i can feel myself losing it. i know we're fucked, we're done for, so... i may as well enjoy it, right?

i can just pound away at your hole, bullying your cervix, heavy balls slapping against your ass. i was pent up camping, anyway, and now you're begging me to breed you (between gulps of aphro being pumped down ur throat). when it lets me move my arms, i slip a hand down between us to stroke at your cock, and an arm around your neck to pull you into me. you can just drool around my shoulder while the tentacles guide me into breeding you, breaking you.

it's not long before i'm just as desperate as you, though. i can't focus on stroking you, so i just grab your hips, while the tentacles force my hips so tightly against yours that you can feel the tip of my cock kissing your womb and i can only manage tiny thrusts. we try to kiss, but we're just gasping and drooling, i'm moaning into your ear and you're biting my shoulder while the tentacles force you to cum. force you to milk my cock.

when i fill you up, pressed right up against your womb, i'm panting in sheer fucking relief. and you're so broken you're whining, just whining and drooling, into my shoulder. neither of us are thinking anymore but we both get the same idea. we're stuck like this. together. breeders to eachother. and we both keep cumming to that thought alone <3

#bestie #i shit u not #i came twice just WRITING this #i've been desperately looking for stuff to get me off and this was fucking IT #i have brainrot now #i'm gonna be obsessing over this #ur the fucking best <3 #himboy rambles #tw: breeding #tw: terato #tw: tentacles #tw: cnc #tw: monsterfucking #tw: aphrodisiac #mlm nsft #nsft mlm

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incorretlynamedcambrianexplosion · 4 months

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Mind of its Own

oh yeah! its Rain self-ovipos!

Ao3 Link (coming soon, I’m away from my computer for a bit)

Relationships: Rain/his own tentacle, Rain/Swiss

Tags: self-ovipos, tentacles, public masturbation(?), pushing eggs out

Also thanks to cirrus-ghoulette and belle for posting about this and inspiring it

Rain should've known something was off ever since he noticed the small tip of his tentacle slipping out of its sheath. Not to much to really be noticeable, but it was enough to be considered by Rain. It managed to look like a small clit, which was a vast difference from the small hole it usually was.

Still, he didn't care. What exactly could he do when showtime was just half an hour away? He just pulled on his costume and prayed that it didn't slip out further. Hopefully his costume didn't give it enough breathing room to realize it's mates were nearby. That thing had a mind of its own.

On stage, it's much more difficult to ignore the way that it scrapes against the seam of his briefs. It has him pressing his bass closer to himself than usual just to keep his tentacle still. He really doesn't need it slipping more and looking like a boner right now. Rain tries to ignore it, tries to think of something gross like the time he walked in on Swiss pissing on Dew. He still doesn't know what that was about and Dew won't talk to him about it.

The tentacle doesn't retreat, and Rain frowns.

Thank god the song nears its end just as another starts, and Rain gets to play rhythm for a little bit, because just as he's plucking eight notes, his tentacle slips further out of its sheath. That's going to leave mucus in his briefs for later. Great. It prods around his folds before deciding on slipping into his asshole. If anyone else could hear it, he's certain it would have made a wet noise.

It starts oddly deep. Deep enough for Rain to furrow a brow at himself. What's it trying to do? It's not really thrusting, it's just prodding--oh.

The tentacle thickens a little bit and Rain feels something slide through it. He widens his eyes and fumbles the two string jump and he knows Mountain's going to ask about it later.

The tentacle shifts a bit in such a way that makes his knees go a bit weak. He already has trouble walking and playing, he doesn't need this adding to it so he stays oddly still. The tentacle squeezes itself and that's when Rain feels it start to slide the eggs into himself.

What the fuck, his mind screams at him. He makes a mental checklist of why this thing has decided right here and right now is the best choice: it's a ritual and adrenaline runs high, his pack is near, but he's not in heat. Shit, it is close to his ovulation isn't it? Shit. Shit. Shit. He didn't realize it would come so soon. He didn't realize that his tentacle would take his own autonomy to fuck himself and flood him with eggs. It really couldn't wait?

It isn't noticeable until about five eggs are in him. He knows there's more, there's always more, but even these feel a bit snug. The tentacle catches its suckers on his walls to keep them in place. More are pushed into him, and as he fumbles another note, he sees Cumulus look at him.

Suddenly, the bassline shifts from what he's playing, something with a bit of flare and bend, to a flat sample of it. It's not noticeable to someone without the ear for it. Rain looks around to see Cumulus give him the thumbs up as she taps her keys in time with it.

Thank god for synths.

Rain tries to at least look like he's doing something with his fretting hand while his own tentacle pumps another batch of eggs into him. He leans down and grabs at his helmet with another hand groaning. He can feel the slick dribbling out of himself. His bass is pressed as tightly as he can make it to his front side trying to get his tentacle to retreat, because as good as having his hole filled in front of thousands of people feels, it's not a good move logically. Especially when eggs accompany it.

Only once the final few eggs are pressed into him, and Rain feels a bit fuller, the tentacle takes short thrusts. It's circular suckers stroke his walls and press into that spot just behind his dick that makes him whine.

It's just loud enough for Phantom to hear it. Poor bug, they send a concerned glance Rain's way, but he just shakes his head.

The final song finishes, and Rain is grateful that Mountain's loud enough to cover how he whines with an open mouth behind his balaclava. He all but cries as his tentacle presses deep inside him. It shifts and fucks him roughly, shuffling the multiple eggs inside him. One is left pressing into his walls as his own tentacle floods his insides with its cum. It coats the eggs jostling inside him fighting for space inside him.

He cums with it unintentionally falling to his knees, bass in hand. The body of the instrument smacks the floor which no one is happy about, though he can't care in the moment. A few fans scream by his section unaware of just how hard he's cumming.

With fluttering eyes and hips rutting into his bass, he knows he's going to get the same reputation Swiss has.

Rain's left panting and catching his breath. He grips his bass tightly before they wrap up this ritual and forces himself to his feet wandering to the rest of the band. The more astute among them notice that his vest clings a bit tighter just below his stomach during the final bows.

In the back room, Rain all but rips his costume off. His tentacle still hangs out of its sheath, most of it retreated save for the small tip of it. There's a mess in his briefs, and once in the ghouls' dressing room he shucks them off. Nudity is the last of his concerns.

His pack joins him, and Swiss immediately notices how his tentacle isn't completely hidden. He raises a brow and Rain gestures loosely to himself.

"What happened here? You manage that in the two minutes while we were gone?" Swiss asks with a grin as Rain lays on the couch and tries to coax his tentacle back in. Swiss squats down to it and blows on it which quickly makes it shrivel back, even at the expense of Rain wincing. He laughs holding back the urge to flick Rain's tentacle just to watch him writhe.

He rolls his eyes, "No, dumbass. Apparently I was... you know."

Swiss stands dusting whatever must be on the dressing room floor on his vest. He whistles and looks at Rain with eyebrows up to his hairline.

"Yeah? Wait--was? Where-"

"Where do you think?" Rain groans, "The eggs are in me. Happened onstage.”

"Oh-ho! Goddamn!"

"Shut up please and help me get them out." Rain spreads his legs and tries to push the eggs out massaging his stomach. Swiss smiles leaning down over him. He's a master at this (don't ask why) and starts pushing them out under Rain's skin.

The eggs could realistically sit in him for a bit longer before taking, but Rain is not about to test that. Doesn't matter if they fall to the dressing room floor with a squelch, he wants them out.

"Be honest: Lus play that part? The whole-" Swiss makes a poor vocalization of the bassline as he pushes more eggs out.

"Yeah," Rain winces when one of the eggs pinch and Swiss apologizes, "Yeah I couldn't play. Clearly."

"She's good."

"Mhm"

"Better than you at it-"

Rain sits up a bit now that he's free to do so. "Hey! She doesn't have to deal with buzz, or strings, and she can't add bend-"

"Synths have pitch bend-"

"Shut up!"

Swiss, happy with his easily won teasing, play-nips at Rain. Rain bares his teeth back just when a clap behind them interupts.

Dew walks in to the dressing room already on a ramble about the ritual before freezing behind them at the sight of eggs on the floor in a puddle of slick. The way that Swiss leans over Rain doesn't help the view.

"What the fuck?”

“Oh, hey Dew,” Swiss says looking behind himself.

Dew raises his hands, closes his eyes, and turns right around walking back out of the room. He’s not dealing with this right now. He’ll change on the bus, sweat be damned.

A final egg is pushed out, and Rain huffs when it leaves. At least he doesn’t feel uncomfortably full anymore. Now there’s the problem of over a dozen wet squishy eggs on the floor of some random venue. Rain doesn’t feel like leaving behind water ghoul eggs for some poor staff member to clean is a good idea.

Swiss sees him frowning at it and shrugs climbing off him. “Don’t worry about it. They dry up right?”

“Yeah, but they’re still gross.”

“Well I’m not picking them up. They’re slimy! And they’re your eggs!”

Rain groans leaning head back.

By the time he’s back on the bus, he’s marred by the new memory of using paper towels to dispose of eggs.

#explosion’s fanfic #ghost band #rain ghoul #Swiss ghoul #nsft #tw: tentacles #tw: oviposition #cw: tentacles #cw: oviposition #the band ghost

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undead-merman · 6 months

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Day Twelve: Possession

Ivory Wraith and GN-Pc

Contains dubcon, possession, tentacles, fucking of holes not meant to be fucked, mind break.

You could never run. It always managed to find you, always creeped around waiting for its chance. An invisible predator always at your heels. You tried the farms, the woods, even under your own bed.

So you find yourself at the beach surrounded by people you don’t know just to have some kind of shield, or at least that’s the hope. The people filter around you, drinks in hand, as they chatter and fluff about. Some have their eye on you, but you can’t spend the energy to care about a few stray looks. You had to keep your eyes out for one specific gaze, a crimson stare that always manged to spot you. Always. You held a red solo cup, though it was still full. You didn’t touch it at all. You had used it as an excuse to keep people from talking to you as you scouted the party. Eyes, so many eyes.

You brushed off a few people, some that gotten more grabby than others, but when you stomped on their foot, you might have also scared them with that look on your face. It was probably unhinged. You couldn’t really find a fuck to give.

A breeze blew past, colder than most. The chill sent a paranoid shiver up your spine. Doubt then suddenly flooded your mind. Your plan wasn’t working, was it? Even surrounded by people, you still couldn’t hide yourself? When you heard the whisper of your name on the wind, it all but confirmed it for you. You threw down your cup, you didn’t even hear the man yelling at you for staining his pants, you simply pushed your way through the crowd. You shoved past dozens of people, not sparing them another glance until your bare feet hit the sand. Until you could no longer see the lights of the seaside social.

Your breathing was heavy, you could feel your heart racing, sweat leaking down the back of your neck. Yet you could still hear it. It simply had to be the wind, right? With how faint it really was, could you trust your own ears? Even with how much you were stricken with terror? The Blood moon hung high in the sky casting a ruby light on everything, the shadows were even deeper there.

“I will always find you.” like it was your lover’s breath in your ear.

Your fingers twitched and suddenly went cold and numb. The feeling crawled up your arm as you fell into the sand. Your arms were suddenly not your own as they reached up and started gropping you. One hand a bit too rough on your crotch and the other shooting up your shirt and scratching at your nipple, bring a tear to your eye.

“You and I are inseparable.” you could feel their long hair around you as if it was your own, violently masturbating with hands that are ice-cold on your own body. It was shameful that it was bringing such lewd noises out of you. Had you really been that pent-up from the paranoia? You caught yourself grinding into those numb fingers.

Fuck, it feels so good. The entity behind your alien hand syndrome knew your most sensitive spot, even more intimately than you knew your own body. Pinching your swollen buds, pulling them, even flicking them, making you gasp and whimper. Your fingers slipped into your undies and start stroking feverishly. You were so vulnerable, your clothes were being wiggled out of without your knowledge, simply too focused on the pleasure. It was wrought out of you, milking you as whispered threats were sung into your ear with jubilation.

You came with a scream that was eaten by an ice-cold mouth. Lips collided with yours and you saw their face. Ivory pale with no color anywhere besides their empty red eyes. Even that long wavy hair felt like a cage as it framed the both of you. Your entire body went numb, surely the wraith had sucked out your very soul.

A prisoner in your own body. You could feel every grain of sand against your back but could not even blink, your body was theirs to puppet. They prep your body, spreading your legs, opening your lips. The scream you wanted to let out didn’t even squeak when you felt the cold slither of snakes against your flesh. You knew far too well those tendrils were not mortal. They pressed against your stomach, wiggling into your bellybutton, your lips, every hole it tried to slither inside, not even your ears were safe.

With a hive mind rhythm they all pushed in at the same time. Your body provided no resistance as they invaded your innards. Each push sent a static of ecstasy that sent heat from your holes up your spine into your brain stem and into your Parietal lobe, turning it into goo. Even the tiny pseudopods that fucked your ears, which made deafening squelching sounds, felt like they were working you to orgasm. They weren’t even organs anymore, just fuck holes.

From your overly wet eyes that were spilling fat globs of tears, you could make out two more, and your heart sank. Where else could they possibly violate? Turns out, your nose was another prime sexual organ. It tickled all the way up to your brain, you could even feel the pleasure behind your eyes as the explosive force of euphoria. You wanted to scream, needed to, but your mouth was not your own and was occupied.

Even when you reached your peak, they drew out the feeling more and more as each orifice was thrust into more and more, making your nerves burn with pleasure so deep it felt like pain. Your guts were filled with a clear fluid that you could see squirt out of your hole. You could feel your stomach bloat from both ends. Shot after shot you could feel each appendage cum inside each hole, leaving a sticky yet warm sensation. It slowly heated, adding to a sudden need to keep going, to cum over and over again.

Slime dripped out of your nose, ears, and mouth in thick gooey clumps as they pull away. But with their tanks empty, you were able to briefly take control of your limbs once more. You seized it. Pulling back a pale tentacle, you licked up the drooling spend pouring out of your mouth and pulled the smallest little tendril back. You stroked it lovingly, offering it a place to be warmed and to fuck once again by your snotting nose. You offered a loving smile up to that sickly monster.

And it returned the kiss with its own sinister smirk.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #the ivory wraith #dol ivory wraith #tw: dubcon #tw: possession #tw: tentacles #tw: mind break #ivory wraith fucks every hole you have including your ears and nose

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fafrogke · 1 year

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This is an old drawing of Redacted and Eli in their monster form. The difference in drawing style was because I wanted to depict their differences and Eli feeling like an outsider. The full drawing is below the cut

I remember it was hell drawing Eli bc I did it in one layer and just by blending I’mNEVER DOING THAT AGAIINN mad respect to people who do that wtf

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy oc #14dwy redacted #tw: monster #tw: tentacles #<- i guess???maybe #i really don't know what else to put aaaa #putting my drawings below a keep reading makes me less scared I don't know why #IM GETTNG OVER MY FEARS IAM FIGHTINGN GOD #weird monster with rgb lights #gamer monst- *dies*#okback to my enclosure 🍖#🥩FleshingOut: Eli🥩

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dreambones · 1 year

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Sometimes you just gotta draw your big, scary monster being threatening, because self care :)

I’ve had this sketch for a long while and finally got in the mood to finish it.

#Sulkerman #The Sulkerman #Sulker #slenderverse #creepy pasta #monster #TW: Horror #tw: teeth #tw: tentacles #ask to tag #the struggle between wanting Sulker to be known but also being wary of Creepypasta because I dont trust that fandom ahdfsj #I love my gooey monster #my art #my ocs

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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Dunno if you’re into oviposition, but I’m very much into it… and Vecna seems like a great choice for oviposition thots… 😏

I am!

And it DOES 😳😳😳

The whole "getting flung into a hellscape dimension and having your body flayed and warped beyond repair" probably ruined his uh...original method of having children. But spiders, they have hundreds--thousands! Once he breaks through to the other side and can remake the world as he sees fit, his Darling can raise a brood. He knows so much about the Upside Down, and its heard his desire for revenge, for allies and minions, for a way to break through, AND for how he can have a "proper" family.

Of course, it's not without its downsides. Demogorgons are creatures that are averse to fire, but use heat as a method of tracking and seeing. And whatever Vecna's doing to his prey-mate-thing (the human with his scent all over them), it's making them very warm. So they just sorta...stand there and are curious, just watching the whole time. Personally I would not lose my sexual drive at all if a group of Demogorgons was watching me get tentacled, slimed, and egged (in that order, potentially repeated) but Vecna doesn't like any distractions.

There's also the problem of his Darling's size. Female spiders can take hundreds, thousands of eggs at once. But his Darling just isn't made that way; she can only take ten or so, maybe twenty with enough preparation. He enjoys "mating" with his little Salticidae (a pet name for her, since she's so tiny and jumpy that she reminds him of the subspecies family of jumping spiders), but it takes such a long time to prepare as many eggs as he wants. It's a long process of preparing her, inserting eggs, fertilizing them, then taking them out to incubate and grow.

Lots of female spiders kill and eat their male after they mate, but his Darling's too helpless to do anything like that. One day though, when his future brood is old enough and has learned from him, he may let them consume him if theyre strong enough to earn it. It's just how nature works.

#tw: oviposition #tw: monster fucking #tw: tentacles #tw: noncon #fem darling #.stranger things #.vecna #yandere stranger things #yandere vecna #.myshit

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littlebluespoon · 5 months

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as a big tiddy person can I request something with Octo!König and a reader with a larger chest? He’s canons, drabble, whatever you feel like doing 💕

I do try to write most of my things as neutral as possible so that no one feels excluded, like if I said reader had boobs and you don't, and that takes you out of the fic. That's something I don't want to do to people. That being said, I will absolutely write something specific if requested <3

so here we go!

Female Reader is a civilian and is already married to Octo!König. This got a little carried away and there's not so much focus on the size of readers chest so if you'd like more or different do let me know :)

tw: 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, monster fucking? maybe, tentacles, hybrid character, female anatomy described

Dinner at home without your husband was always hard. It was lonely and sometimes he had been gone so long that it didn't even feel like you were married. Of course you knew what his life was like, you agreed to it but it doesn't mean you can't feel sorry for yourself sometimes.

So tonight dinner was popcorn and whatever sad romcom you found first. In an effort to feel good you had put on the lingerie that made you feel confident and sexy. It was also Königs favourite set on you, it's the one that no matter how crazy it drives him, he refuses to rip it. He takes it off of you slowly, hesitantly so that no harm comes to the delicate lace and he can see you in it again.

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Popcorn stale, the credits of a movie you didn't pay attention to rolling in the background, everything was drowned out by your own fantasies as your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, never quite hitting the spot. As you desperately chased a high that wasn't coming you missed the door and your husbands greeting. You didn't even hear as he walked in and right up to the couch you were laying on,

"Missed me Perle?" the voice startled you as you scrambled to cover yourself before realising who it was, " You seem frustrated, would you like some help?"

He fixed his eyes on you, a stare that would make grown men weep but for you, it's a promise of pleasure. A small nod was all it took and his own fingers replaced yours. Thick fingers that knew exactly which spots to hit, how deep to go and how to stroke your clit just right to have you seeing stars.

As you cam down from the high you felt König's fingers leave you and the tell tale suction from his hybrid form make its way across your skin. This was one of his favourite ways to cuddle and destress from work. He burrows his way around your boobs. His head sat squarely in the middle as his arms wrap around your breasts and pull them together, effectively squeezing himself in between them. Of course he can't leave your nipple out in the cold so he always makes sure to cover them with his arms and even takes care to place a sucker right on top, so he can play with you all he wants.

#bluespoonswriting #octo!könig #asks for blue #könig x reader #konig x reader #tw: tentacles

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crisiscutie · 11 months

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Sephiroth using his tentacles to bind his darling and having them penetrate her nipples?

OG/Jenova!Sephy prompt time? Yes! HoS episode.

Content Warning: NSFW. Dubcon. Tentacles. Voice Kink. Milk Kink. Deepthroating. Cumflation. Nipple Penetration. Breast Play/Breast Expansion. Fisting. And some other kinks at play. This Sephy is his own warning, okay? Long headcanons below.

You sought him out, the leader Sephiroth. You've been feeling unwell.

You constantly felt as if you were being wrapped in a cocoon. You knew it was Jenova's energy surrounding you.

You felt so overwhelmed. All you want is to recall your memories and break the amnesia. Maybe she can have you then...

This Sephiroth always seems to do wonders when making you feel relaxed and better.

You used your free time to feel out for him, following the clues he may have left behind.

He wasn't in his quarters, so you followed the sound of murmured voices down to the basement.

There he was, rambling incoherently in front of his true, mangled body in the crystal.

You stifled your sobs upon seeing his true body. You were going to wait until he finished his rant, but this may be too much to bear...

Suddenly, his broad, muscular chest was in your view, his firm hand gripping your delicate wrist.

A warm, twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Heh... what do you have to be sad about?" He cooed, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand.

You nuzzled your cheek into his hand. Even if this Sephiroth is using a Jenova meat puppet, you still love his touch. You wonder how better his actual touch is.

As he tilted his head at you, his warm smile became a sly smirk, and his eyes narrowed.

"Hmph, still doing that. Just like back in the crater..."

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. You don't know what he meant by that.

What crater? As far as you could tell, there were no craters in the house or its surroundings.

His mako slit eyes then shone with a radiance that seemed to draw you in and wrap you in a spell.

Familiar pink-red tentacles had a distinct, sweet scent as they slithered around you, caressing your body before lifting you up into a supine position a few feet off the ground.

You moaned in relaxation as you felt a warm, veiny tentacle caress the small of your back.

Two skinny tentacles drifted upwards to gently stroke your breasts, eliciting a shiver of delight from you. They teased your nipples, trying to secrete your milk.

"Sephiroth, is now the time..."

You choked on your next words as you felt other tentacles prying your folds open, exposing your gushing, quivering wetness to Sephiroth.

A mini sucker tentacle singled out your clit, giving it a brief, teasing suck and then flicking it at Sephiroth.

The skinny tentacles on your tits became more aggressive.

They're squeezing your tits tightly as they coiled around them and tugged them.

"I don't have any... m-milk. The other Sephiroth drained me..." You murmured in pain, as the tentacles continued their ruthless assault.

"That's too bad." His stoic words hid his irritation and disappointment.

"You will have much more to spare after this, my love," his velvety, husky voice had a sudden, seductive edge to it.

His voice vibrated in your ears, causing a surge of heat that made your clit fully stand up.

The mini sucker tentacle that had been toying with your clit suddenly latched onto it with an intense force. You yelped in response.

You got slight relief when the tentacles abusing your poor tits halted their assault.

But that relief was quickly replaced with unease when you observed two larger tentacles lining up, hovering above you. They're wriggling with anticipation.

They're cock tentacles, accentuated with pleasure bumps. Clearly meant to penetrate your holes. What is he trying to do?

No, No, NO he can't possibly think...

Your unease became terror as the cock tentacles struck, just stopping when they managed to make your nipples bulge slightly.

The tentacles weren't in your tits, yet. Your eyes widened, seeing how your nipples became more distended as the cock tentacles slowly forced themselves in.

You pleaded with Sephiroth to end this, your words ridden with terror and desperation. Your nipples are NOT meant to be penetrated. This is too much, even for your durable body.

Your desperate pleas went unheard. He was in a trance, his gaze on you. He raised a hand to your cunt.

"Your eyes. Mother..."

With that, he plunged his hand into the depths of your moistness, synchronized with the tentacles that fully forced their way into your nipples.

Your tits became distended as the frenzied tentacles fucked them.

You drooled, gritting your teeth. You can't see it, but can feel the outline of the cock tentacles and their pleasure bumps within your tits.

The full length of the tentacles wasn't inside your tits. Not even at half length. Yet, your tits are already so full.

That's not even mentioning your stomach bulge. Courtesy of Sephiroth languidly fisting you, rambling about your eyes and Jenova.

The thickest cock tentacle yet moved closer to your wide-open mouth, its girth and weight pressing down on your lips.

It lacked any pleasure bumps, but it had a pronounced vein pattern and a flared tip.

It plunged itself into your mouth, making your head jerk back as it stretched every corner of your lips. And this is the cock head, not even the rest of the tentacle.

It eventually stuffed your tight throat, continuing its brutal thrusts. Your tongue could feel every vein of the threatening tentacle.

You don't know how you are enduring this. With your tits being brutalized, the bulge in your throat from the cock tentacle fucking it and Sephiroth's hand prodding your cervix, there has to be a limit, right?

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your climax approaches. Sephiroth's dark chuckles fill your ears when your walls tightened around his hand.

Your body would've gone limp if it hadn't for the lesser tentacles holding you up.

Your muffled scream was loud, even with the tentacle stuffed in your throat when you reached your climax.

Sephiroth withdrew his hand from your wet depths, briefly licking your juices off it.

The three cock tentacles came inside you, their corrupted fluid filling your tits and belly.

The tentacles in your breasts withdrew themselves gently, your nipples giving their exit no trouble.

Unlike the cock tentacle in your throat, who roughly jerked your head back and forth to get itself out. Your involuntary throat muscles were resilient in keeping it.

The tentacle's veins bulged as it used its mighty strength to finally withdraw itself from your throat and mouth, and your abused and exhausted body was shifted to sit in Sephiroth's lap.

He placed a soft, affectionate kiss on your neck while his gloved hand massaged your swollen belly, it making you appear as if you were heavily pregnant.

"I must make sure my darling is well-fed..."

His other hand slithered up to your breasts, now heavier and fuller than before.

"You should have a significant increase in your milk production now," He whispered.

He teased your nipples. They are not gaping as they quickly bounced back from the brutal penetration.

Sephiroth noted the growth of your areola, and how your nipples become larger.

The holes of your nipples are somewhat larger now too, inviting for a nice suckling or any type of penetration.

He forced two of his large fingers into a now fuckable nipple, smiling at how the hole quickly adjusted to his fingers.

You giggled, feeling rushes of delight and joy as he continued to tug at your remodeled pleasure centers.

You forgot who's supposed to be the next Sephiroth to have you. You hoped it wasn't the youngest one.

...Because C.C might be over-enjoyed at the darling's upgraded attributes. Thanks for the prompt!

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