Synopsis: Thinking about.. Ashveil summoning his tentacles to “comfort” you after your long day at work. But with two scenarios..
Warnings: MDNI, tentacle sex (duh), bondage, slight dub-con(?), he’s a bit mean in scenario B, crying (in both scenarios), crying sex, slight mentions of bullying at the work place (both scenarios), AFAB!reader.
𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐀: 𝐂𝐫𝐲 for me 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 slimy 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
The biting howl of icy wind punched brutally against the skin of your body, raindrops pattering cruelly down your face from the sky, was this the Aeons’ punishment for not bringing an umbrella? For daring to enjoy the small bit of sunlight during your working hours? It didn’t help how you didn’t have a coat on either.
Dragging your sore legs to the door, you fumbled helplessly with your keys, which proved to be quite the challenge as your fingers rendered almost useless due to the cold slowing their movements down. With a shaky hand, you carefully twisted the key into the lock, opening the door into your home and shutting it just as quick once you were inside.
You had barely made it a few steps into your living room after turning the lights on and taking your coat and shoes off, before bending over a table and sobbing quietly, pitifully into your ribbed, numb hands. Your tears proved to be the only warmth you had felt in the past two hours on your gruelling journey home, the warm liquid providing soft comfort to your palms.
The memories of today flooded your mind like a tsunami, only making you sob harder. First, you were late to work due to waking up late and missing the earliest bus, which meant you had to wait a whole hour in the heat for the next one to arrive; which of course, meant you were in for a brutal scolding by your boss as soon as you entered the company doors.
You had then spilt coffee all over your clothes, earning a few pitiless chuckles and laughs from your co-workers nearby. Not to mention, the time where you had fallen flat onto your face carrying a huge stack of documents, causing hundreds of papers to flutter everywhere across the hallway. At least nobody was there to see that though, but you did have to clean it all up on your own, which proved to be just as annoying anyways.
But worst of all? You couldn’t even see him. Ashveil. Your stupidly charming, dumb boyfriend with an annoying job as a “detective”. Currently, he’s away on a particularly difficult case, leaving you all alone in your shared home, all alone to cry with nobody to hold you, nobody’s shoulder to lean on, nobody to anchor you. Why did the universe hate you so? You’re just another human trying to live by whilst everyone else blooms.
You didn’t even realise how loud your sobbing had become until you started choking on the lump forming in your throat, which only made you blubber more. Thank Aha you didn’t have neighbours, otherwise, you and Ashveil would have complaint after complaint lining up at your door, and maybe a fine or two, which you both knew neither of you could pay on time.
However, something else you failed to notice, were the long, thick, deep magenta coloured tentacles slithering their way across the room towards your quivering, bent over form.
“..W-wuh- huh?! W-what’re these—!“ With a broken yelp, you squirmed as the tentacles wrapped themselves around your body under your now loosened clothes. One of them, thin and slightly sticky, coiled itself around the sensitive skin of your waist, whilst another two wrapped themselves individually around your thighs, trying to pry at the waistband of your pants. One more curled itself around your arms, trapping them gently to your sides.
Gently, their hold on you was so gentle and delicate, you couldn’t even process how they had, quite literally, pulled you down to your couch on your back. It was as if something, someone, was controlling them from the shadows, dictating their movements like a puppeteer with their dolls.
That’s when it hit you, as one last tentacle, thicker with more intricate red designs on it, came to you face to face (or eye?). Ashveil. These were Ashveil’s. But how did he get into your house?? He’s supposed to be away.
“A-Ashveil?! Is this your d-doing?? Ah—!” It had to be him, but where could he be? And why wasn’t he showing himself to you already? Surely he should know how much you need him right now..
The tentacle around your arms slowly moved to bind your wrists together in front of your chest, as the one under your shirt somehow managed to unclasp your bra underneath, swirling addictively around one of your sensitive, perky nipples. You let out a hesitant, choked moan as it coated its hot secretions onto the sensitive skin.
They all seemed to be coated in this warm, gooey slime, that almost comforted what little of frostbite formed on your body.
Slowly, the tentacle around your left thigh slid itself closer to your now soaked panties, teasing the slick skin of your pussy underneath, nuzzling its head against the outline of your clit.
“H-hmmff.. please.. A-Ashveil.. haah~..” You groaned softly, head lolled against one of the tentacles wrapped tenderly around your neck. Even if he wasn’t physically here in front of you, you still felt the need to moan his name, he’s yours and you’re his.
As if responding to your sickeningly sweet plea, the feeler slid itself under your panties, earning a surprised moan of delight from your pretty lips. It swirled and teased your tight entrance, making your thigh muscles fall limp against each tentacle. Your hole squeezed and squirmed around nothing, and you couldn’t tell whether the pool of slick forming between your thighs belonged to you or the tentacle.
Then, inch by inch, it slid itself right in, squiggling and pushing itself with total ease right against your pussy walls, making you arch your back right off the fabric of the couch with a cry of pure euphoria. The tentacles around your torso held you back down against the couch gingerly, as if holding you down to stop you from thrashing away.
This had to be Ashveil’s work. The way the tentacles handled you and touched you were all reminiscent of how he’d take care of you when you made love. The thought brought a lone tear to trickle down your cheek, your bottom lip jutting out a little in slight sadness.
Sluggishly, the tentacle inside your pussy started moving, up and down, in and out, eliciting downright filthy squelching noises from your pussy. Your panties were now long gone, giving the gooey thing more room to fuck in and out of you. Lewd moans were ripped from your throat as the tentacle’s movements became faster and harder, thrusting and expanding more frequently against your cervix. It wasn’t enough to bruise by any means, but enough to make you remember the feeling when you’d walk or sit down.
Your moans started to become more desperate and hurried as you felt the knot deep in your abdomen tighten further and increase in pressure, and it seemed as though the tentacles fucking you could sense it too. The tentacle around your nipple quickened its suctioning around your bud, as the tentacle around your right thigh moved right down to your ankles, before hugging itself around them and lifting your legs right up towards the ceiling, making you gasp in bewilderment.
With more space, the tentacle slapped and rammed into your pussy with more fervour, drawing you closer and closer to the edge, your thighs trembling violently.
Then, with a loud wail, the knot in your tummy contracted and relaxed. Your vision turned pure white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, which was now lolling pathetically over the edge of the couch armrest. Sweat clung to your skin, making your shirt stick to your heaving chest.
The tentacle slowly pulled out of you as you panted and huffed weakly, the other tentacles slowly weakening their suctioned grip on you, your legs, now numb, being lowered carefully back onto the couch.
Tears continuously rolled down your cheeks, or pooled against the tips of your clumped up eyelashes, lips quivering so. Pure bliss was all you felt, nothing more. Nothing of the outside world could bring you back, not even the feeling of Ashveil’s gloved hands holding you gently.
“A-Ashveil—?!” Your eyes shot open, the water in your eyes making your vision blurry. Your hands moved to wipe them away for a clearer view, but Ashveil’s hand delicately wiped each tear away, allowing you to see him better.
And you did. His face was puffy, red. His white fedora was now long gone, making way for his messy grey hair. He smiled sadly, pinching your cheek teasingly between his fingertips.
“Gorgeous.. you’re so beautiful, baby..”
His voice was deep and rich as he spoke, yet carried a hint of sadness in his cadence. He leaned down and kissed you softly, sweetly, it wasn’t a long, heated kiss, but still showed his passion throughout.
“Sorry..” He muttered against your lips as he pulled back, but not before leaving a little nip against the skin your bottom lip.
“Should’ve been here for you.. but seeing you crying like that made me.. I couldn’t face it.”
Had he been crying too? At the sight of your own tears? How long had he been watching you? Too many questions invaded your mind, but all you could do was simply watch him, observe him like how he may have done with you for the past while now.
And it stayed that way for a while, the two of you in a comforting silence as he held you, occasionally rocking your body against his chest, until you spoke up.
“..So, you summoned your.. friends, to fuck me?” You inquired quietly, a playful lilt in your tone. How could you be so impish after what you just experienced in the past hour? Ashveil simply chuckled lowly, a faint smirk on his on his pretty face as he looked down at you from beyond his long eyelashes.
“Maybe. I wouldn’t be a very good detective if I couldn’t catch my targets off guard, now would I? Come now, you’re smart.”
His words made you roll your eyes, earning a flick against your forehead, which earned him a cute pout from you.
“I thought you had that case you were working on…”
Your eyes became downcast as you asked, thinking back on how lonely you had been feeling these past few days without him. Having to rely only on his funny text messages and short calls.
“Me and Mr N finished it a few hours ago. Was gonna come to see you but saw.. well. It hurt seeing you like that. Um. And don’t ask how I got in.”
His last comment made you giggle a little, which made him laugh a bit too. Lovingly, he picked you up and set you down on his lap, cupping your perfect face with his hands. A much happier smile on his face now.
“Now then, it seems as though this animal has some more apologising to do, sweet girl..” He whispered devotedly against your lips, leaning in once more.
I was so horny when I wrote this sorry if it’s shit. Scenario B will be released later I’m very tired and his trailer made me wet ngh ok bye