Just A Diva 😮‍💨

Self indulgent posts on here. Probably gonna be some NSFW stuff on here so don’t interact if you’re not 18+. Appreciate you diva 🫶

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Here’s the links to my writings for my divas 👀😋

Also, here’s the reason why I started this blog <3

Vampire’s Maid - Vampire’s Maid 2 - Vampire’s Maid 3

Quiet as a Mouse Challenge

We Just Want to Help!

Office Work - Office Work 2

Tentacles of Art

Construction Work Ahead!

Mr. Professor Sir

Seasonal Warmer - Seasonal Warmer 2

My Pathetic Toy

Without Even Trying

November Perils

Tentacle Things

Leave Her There

Let’s Cuddle!

Stuffed like a Teddy Bear

Dividers: @cafekitsune

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This is a continuation of seasonal warmer two. I made this last year so I have no clue if it’s good or not lol, but I found it in my drafts so here it is:

It’s always so fun to be filled up with my roommates cock, but being filled with eggs was a whole other experience I never thought I’d ever experience…

My roommate’s friend needed me so of course I helped them, and how could I have not? I didn’t want to see such a poor, innocent alien freeze so painfully like it did, so I happily accepted their eggs.

What I didn’t realize was how thoroughly I was bred. In the 3 to 4 months of carrying around the creature’s precious eggs, it seemed like they barely grew, but my body felt the growth.

My little womb getting stretched out gently each and every day as they slowly grow, the soft eggs soon pressing down on my cervix from the slow growth, not hard enough to cause pain and not enough to give me the pleasure I needed, leaving me feeling completely distraught.

Just like when my roommate has its gorgeous cock inside me, the eggs leave me in shambles most of the time, my slick constantly dripping down my thighs from feeling so full and needy.

Outwardly, I barely even looked 3 months pregnant, but the eggs gave me a brand new meaning of a “massage on the inside”, anytime I bend over, sit down, crouch or even lay down, I’m reminded constantly of how much the alien trusted me to keep it and their eggs warm and cozy, leaving my heart full with purpose and my pussy desperately aching at the constant pressure of the eggs rubbing against my cervix and walls of my womb.

It doesn’t help when my roommate randomly decides to tease and edge me at random times throughout these months, but how can I deny them when all they want is to make me feel good and take care of my obvious needs :(

“Aww.. the pretty girl is so needy, hm..? Aren’t you already full enough…? Nah… my greedy human is never satisfied.. is she?~” my roommate coos as their fingers tug as my sensitive nipples as their other hand plays with my clit mercilessly, leaving me an utter mess as my slick drips down my trembling thighs.

“I- oh.. please.. please… let me cum…” I plead weakly as I get closer and closer, “You’re just adorable when you’re all filled up… but I can’t lie.. you’re even prettier moaning around my cock…just like you’ll get to do in a few days! Isn’t that right baby doll?..” They whisper sinfully as my knees buckle, easily holding me up as it stops teasing my body.

“Aww.. it’s okay pretty girl.. it’s gonna be okay… m’just gonna adore your cute body until you get rid of all the little eggs… you can’t cum yet, but if you’re a good little human for me and keep waddling around… I’ll make sure to really get you fat and bred.. just so you look this cute all the time…~” They promise as they kiss my neck and press down on my abdomen, whimpering helplessly as one of the eggs tries to crown but doesn’t, leaving me in even more disarray just how my roommate wants me to be.

“So fucking adorable… come along sweetheart, I made us dinner~” they murmur, relishing in the way my legs quiver and twitch as I follow them to the dining table, hopelessly on edge.

Finally right before the first day of Spring, my roommate and his friend have me lay back on a soft blanket on the floor as they start to knead and massage my sensitive belly to get the eggs out.

As my roommate’s friend explained it, they didn’t necessarily impregnate me but rather used my womb as storage so that the eggs didn’t hatch or induce a unwanted pregnancy.

So instead of me having contractions, they just have to push them out since they’re still all nice and squishy due to the warmth I provided, leaving me super confused but all to blissed out to ask questions as my roommate plays with my aching pussy.

“C’mon pretty girl.. they want their eggs back… or have you gotten all addicted to being filled up..?” My roommate mocks as I whimper and shake my head no, blushing and squirming as they both hold my legs wide open while my roommates fingers barely circle my throbbing clit, torturing me so deliberately it makes me feel completely helpless.

“I’m.. I’m not…” I whine weakly, my eyes rolling back as the first egg slowly crowns, whimpering as its friend cheers me on, “You’re doing so well.. you’re doing perfect… I just knew you were special… thank you for keeping me so warm…” it coos as it presses down even firmer, my head spiraling as the egg gets to the widest part, my pussy clenching and throbbing violently as it’s spread for both of them to see before easing out of me with a soft pop while I pant and whine as the pleasure of looking like that reduces me to a pliable heap.

“Only about 39 more to go, baby… wonder how much longer it’ll take you until you’re cumming all over their eggs …you’re so precious….” my roommate coos as it presses a kiss to my temple before applying more pressure to my clit, a wail of ecstasy escaping my throat as I instantly get closer to the edge as another egg starts to crown.

“My eggs are so developed and big now… you have done very well… I ensure you, I will give you triple the amount of eggs in the future.” My roommate’s friend pledged eagerly as they press down and continue to massage my belly while I moan and whimper as my roommate edges me.

“You hear that…? You’ll be full year round now, sweetpea… doesn’t that make you feel good..?” My roommate coos to my pussy as I let out a needy squeal as the second egg gets out halfway and spreads me out yet again, my clit throbbing against my roommates finger as my mind gets stuck on needing to cum and pushing.

“Don’t be so mean to her, this pretty cunt is working so hard.. let her cum for us… be a good girl and cum all over my egg, hm..?” My roommate’s friend urges as they join in rubbing on my clit.

I let out a high pitched cry as I try tor move my hips, but I let out an even more pathetic cry as my roommate holds my hips still, forcing me to take all the pleasure. “Such a dumb slut… can’t choose if you want to cum or continue getting edged… but I guess that’s why you’re my favorite human….” My roommate coos affectionately, looking into their eyes when I helplessly cum while another egg pops out of my quivering cunt.

“So good… you’re doing wonderful, my precious darling.. only 38 to go!” My roommate’s friend cheers eagerly, but all I can focus on is my roommate’s smug, yet prideful smile as they watch over me and my ruined body, and my heart stammers hard.

By the last egg my legs are barely functioning, my muscles shot as I lay boneless, my body a mess of all my body fluids after “birthing” exactly 42 eggs. Not that I mind after all the powerful orgasms forced out of my swollen pussy, and I let out a whiny whimper as my roommate gently scoops me up in their arms and brings me to their den of a room, promptly falling asleep in their arms without even thanking their friend.

When I wake up I am so empty it’s disorienting, squirming weakly as I roll over in despair and ache as my roommate is nowhere to be found.

I look all over our house, my bedroom, the bathroom, the garage, the attic, the basement, the kitchen, in shelves and down the drains to no avail. They’re supposed to have already filled me up! Shouldn’t they be freezing cold? Aren’t they in need of me? Why haven’t they filled me up?

All of my confusion and need bring me to tears as I sob on the couch, unconsciously and unintentionally hurt and distraught of being so empty, so unused, so worthless.

And as I’m sobbing on their floor, I hear a deep, mocking chuckle. Sniffing as I look up to see their mocking smile, but their eyes filled with pride and desire as they slowly stroke their fat, throbbing cock.

“Where did you go…? Why.. didn’t you fill me up yet..? Aren’t you-” I babble weakly, choking on my spit as they walk up to me and slowly tap their cock against my face, moaning softly as their thick pre-cum drips onto my cheeks.

“I am cold… yes.” They admit as they rub their cold girth up and down my face, whining and moaning as I open my mouth to lick up and down the shaft, earning more and more attention and mocking laughter as they appraise me.

“You feeling all empty baby..? Need my cock to fill you up so you aren’t empty anymore..? Need to be filled..? Then get on your hands and knees and present yourself for me.. let me see how wet my princess is for me…” They demand, and I let out a needy whine as I eagerly change my position and give him a clear view of my aching pussy, shivering and twitching to be filled once more.

I couldn’t understand it, and how could I? I’m just a little human, but my alien roommate understands clearly. After all, they trained me. They trained me to need their cock, need their touch, need to be filled with eggs, cum and dick every single day of the year. No wonder they came home to me sobbing over not being filled with their cock at night. They gave me purpose, a need and passion, to be their life-long companion, their pretty human, their survival, but most importantly, their precious, addicted cockwarmer who’ll do anything to be filled, anything to be bred and loved like they good little human pet they easily trained me to be.

So when they finally, finally slam their cock into my aching pussy, I sob in joy, crying little “thank yous” and “I love helping you!” as they slowly pull out before slamming back into my weeping cunt, and by they end, my womb is overstuffed with their cum, my pussy aching and stretched around their cock, and both of us are happy as I spend Spring and Summer cockwarming them. What a beautiful life we have <3

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SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG 🫵🫵🫵

Love you divas and thank you for all the support 💕💕

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Hope you’re doing better and a-okay! Stay awesome and beautiful and special & spectacular. As the individual you are.

Thank you diva 💕

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DIVAS

I hit 200 followers 🥹

LIKEESHJDEJD. HELOOOOOO??!!!

Thank you so much for reading my stories divas <3

(happy Valentine’s Day 💕)

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Hi diva 🤭

I want to see what type of writing y’all like more <3

Here is the masterlist so you can read and decide for yourself :D

Which do you prefer?

long stories

short drabbles

Voting ended onFeb 14

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Keep it up girly-pop. Cuz you deserve it. And I meant to say all the compliments in the fictional universe and not the actual world.

Thank you? 😭

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Ladies, ladies one at a time 😔

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Huge abomination of a monster laying on top of me after taking five full hours of slowly working their fat, thick cock into my small human pussy. All that work to have me whimpering and squirming underneath them while they cuddle me in their many limbs and praise me until we both take a well deserved nap. And then when I wake up, they give me a big kiss while playing with my clit, and after I cum for them they gently cradle me against their soft belly while their limbs hold me close before they go about their day. Leaving me a little mess of myself as I’m stuck cockwarming them for as long as they want, only able to whimper and whine as they cuddle me through every orgasm, purposefully lifting me up and down their girthy shaft so they can feel my walls squeezing the life out of them in front of its tribe. Flustered and bashful as I get undying praise and worship from other monsters alike, getting rubbed, groped and kissed everywhere as I sit on my monster’s cock. A pretty little human girl that needs the direction and attention of scary beasts in the woods.

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Illithid Professor that gets off to how genius, brilliant, clever and creative you are, and you get off to how they could easily help you dumb down so you don’t have to worry or think about anything, and just be a drooling idiot for a few hours instead of the anxious mess that hides under the intelligent student front.

However, everything takes a turn when you actually get what you were only wishing for. He dumbed you down obviously, it was your request after all, but then you truly couldn’t think at all, no thoughts, no anxiety, no rambling, no worries, no holding back from anything at all.

Just feeling.

Feeling his large, heavy cocks slamming into your eager, drenched cunt and your tight little ass as he lifts you up and down his shafts like you weighed nothing. Feeling his tentacles wrapped around your breasts and arms to keep you still. Feeling suckers attaching to your nipples and making them deliciously sensitive and swollen to make you even more sensitive and helplessly dumbed down. Feeling his other set of hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs rubbing your jaw as he makes your hazy eyes look into his hypnotic eyes while he breeds you like an ancient promise finally coming to fruition.

The real thing should have scared you truthfully, he had complete, definite control over your entire mind and body. He could have done absolutely anything to you, and you would have just drooled for more.

But instead… professor Kylian chose to respect your request, take care of your little human needs and made sure you were in tip top shape afterwards. Meticulously cleaning you up while making sure you kept all his gallons of cum deep and safe inside his favorite holes.

Which is why you keep coming back for more.

Every single class period without fail, you are the best student you can be for him, constantly answering his insanely detailed, methodically difficult questions. Always remembering his lectures word for word, taking notes in such a clear, understandable manner it would put a courtroom transcriber to shame. Always being the first one to complete in-class work, homework, lab projects, essays, assignments, tests, exams all while getting nothing less than a low A.

All to be his after the class period ended.

Professor Kylian didn’t understand himself why he found you so delectably attractive at first, he had been working here for more than a two centuries yet you were the first he ever found a slight interest in, until it became his unofficial secondary job to be your private instructor at night.

“248 years of teaching and circumstantial celibacy all to be ruined by a gentle human girl… how very kind of the universe…” The professor groaned deeply as you eagerly read him your favorite novel. He had told you when you joined his class that he found your voice invigorating and calming all at once, and your smile as you did things to please him made him smile as well.

Professor Kylian’s face tentacles undulating and squirming as he slowly fists his twin cocks in his huge, delicately rough hand while you sit before him and read. Looking so innocent, calm and focused on reading even you both knew he can smell the way your precious pussy dripped on the leather couch. Seeing the tiny cracks in your facade as you try to not squirm is his favorite part.

Watching you wrestling between squeezing your legs shut and trying to spread your fat thighs so you could rub your barely clothed cunt against the hot, slippery mess you made on his couch. Gazing up at your lips as you do such a good job focusing on your reading even as your mouth silently begs to be gagging and drooling on just one of his cocks instead of choking on words as you get all needy and bothered… there’s no wonder why he favored you.

Mr. Kylian understood you of course, you had a brilliant mind, more creative and dedicated than most of your peers and by every ancient eldrich monster, you were perfect for him. So adorable, so gentle, so sweet and needy, so precious… so overworked, so anxious, so scared of failure, so desperate to finally be seen for your greatness. So dependent even as you learn how to be independent. He saw you because he saw his mother in you. So incredible, yet you crutch yourself knowing you are worthy of everything and more…. And even with you being his small human… he would not let you succumb to the same fate his mother had.

That’s when he realized he actually cared about you, in his own way. He would make your work harder, assignments longer, exams having nothing to do with the subject or chapters ahead of what you knew, and projects that no human could accomplish. Your grades in his class obviously took a huge hit, but that’s what he wanted, he need to know, he needed you to prove to yourself that you can bounce back, that you can stand up for yourself, that you can take a step backwards but continue to to take three steps forward.

So when you went off on him, he felt three things; immense pride for not allowing him to push you over. Love for the woman that you are, and how beautiful you look standing your ground for the injustice he had put you through. But most of all, the need to reassure you and apologize for his actions.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me…. I am your TOP rated student! I busted my ASS TRYING TO PASS THIS CLASS FOR ME… and for you. And now this? This is how you treat me after I allowed you to breed me?! This is how you wanna treat me? Like I’m stupid? Like I can’t see how you’re sabotaging my grades?! How you’re hurting me…? My degree..? My life at this point…? Do I have to blackmail you, Kylian..?” You yell angrily and justifiably, looking at him with tears streaming down your face, your eyes filled with more heartbreak than anything else as he just stares blankly at his computer screen.

“No, my sweet girl… that will not be necessary… I already fixed your grades back to how they are supposed to be.” Mr. Kylian finally concedes as he turns the monitor to show your grades are back at the 101.83 percent grade they have been since you started the class.

Your mind stammers as you try to process everything, before he explains himself and apologizes for the way he went about things. The anger and betrayal only grows as he talks but then… then he gets down on his knees before crawling around the desk to kneel at your feet.

“I adore you… and I have never… cared… about anyone, to put them through my horrible actions. I know how stressed I mush have made you, but I need you to know… you are more than a grade. You are more than a percentage. You are more than anyone, even I, believe you are…. Little human… I accept your anger, rage, betrayal, disappointment, disbelief, sadness and confusion. But I needed to know… that you were the one. You are not a failure because you failed. You are a failure when you don’t even attempt. And let me tell you, for every single dog crap assignment I gave you, you tried, you attempted, you did… and that makes you a winner. Every single fail you will have in your beautiful life span will only, contribute to your success and victory. I can only ask that you hear me… and know I would never… never do anything to hurt you. You’re too precious for me, and I will spend every day helping you grow, and become stronger, better, healthier and happier… I will give you gentle love, tender love, deep love, tough love, honest love, loud love… if you allow me..” he pleads firmly and calmly as he gently wraps his arms around your waist while his other hands gently take your hands in his, gently kissing each of your knuckles before kissing your palms in a physical apology.

You do not blush, you do not smile, you do not meet his eyes, but your body language softens as your heart does, and wordlessly, you allow him to make good on his word.

“You put me through a lot.. of unnecessary stress… but this… might be the most tolerable lesson you’ve ever taught me…” you sigh quietly before pulling your hand back and flicking his forehead hard. But all he does is accept it and hold you closer, kissing all over the hand you didn’t pull back as his hands hold you steady.

“I am sorry for stressing you out my dear… may I be of assistance.. erasing.. the unnecessary stress…?” He whispers gently, looking up at you tenderly as he slowly grinds his heavy, bulging hard on against your leg.

So…

Are you gonna let him..?

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Forced to be a professional cuddler for an orc village, but… you get to cockwarm them for hours and hours and if you’re extremely good they let you bounce on their cock till you cum, then they get to breed you as slowly as they want. Making you remember all of your customers not by name, but how they helped rewire your brain to collect your payments in either gold dabloons or deep creampies. Ultimately you can’t get pregnant by them, but that doesn’t mean your womb can’t hold gallons on gallons of thick, buttery, creamy cum. Your descending belly scaring you at first but ultimately becoming your main source of pride and joy as you carry yourself tall and proud while your belly is completely swollen and rounded out by enough orc cum to look heavily pregnant with quadruplets. But that doesn’t bother your customers, if anything, it brings you even more orcs, revenue, cuddles, and of course, more slow, lazy nights of getting cuddlefucked in the coziest positions. There’s no surprise when you’re slowly bred awake, positioned into a deep mating press as they eagerly blame you for causing extremely severe morning wood, and you take on the blame with pride and joy as they paint your womb milky white before serving you a hearty breakfast, so you can wobble off to your next cockwarming session- wait- cuddle. Cuddle session…

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Intelligent, passionate, professional woman turned into an abomination’s little dumb, brainless cocksleeve. No one is at fault but her. She willingly let herself get hypnotized into being a brainless little slut in her free time by the monsters and creatures in the woods. Do not save her. Do not free her. If you see her gagging on multiple cocks that are stretching out her throat, let her be. If you see her whimpering and crying like a helpless princess while she gets bred nice and slow, let her be. If you see her trembling and crying underneath a hideous creature that’s been edging her for hours, let her be. If you see her tangled in a abomination’s many limbs as they make her jaw stay open so it can feed her it’s saliva all day long while her tiny cunt is slowly fisted, don’t help her, leave her stuck. If you see her being passed around a horde of monsters like a sacrificial lamb, trapped in an endless loop of divine mating rituals, leave her stuck there. If you see her clinging to a wild beast with all claws and sharp edges, leaving their marks and bites all over her while she’s helplessly stuffed with their cock, too big and wide for her to handle and now she’s stuck cockwarming said beast, let her stay stuck. If you see her in between five large, inexplainable ancient beasts that are all sitting in a circle chilling and chatting while her every hole is stuffed by their dicks and fingers for hours and days on end, let her stay stuck. This is what she agreed to. She can be a girl boss later, but for now, while she’s tied up, drooling with her mouth wide open for any intrusion, eyes rolled back, with her puffy cunt and sore ass being stretched out by huge brute cock for the foreseeable future…. Just send her her best wishes, and hope she gets to be a dumbed down slut anytime she desires <3

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What made you get into liking stuff about tentacles? Just curious, and no judgement from me. You’re super cool and I really appreciate your content! Have a swell day, wherever you are.

Hi diva! I’m sorry, I completely missed this message! I hope you’re having a great day too, wherever you are. Thank you for the compliments as well, I just love everything about tentacles. I originally realized I really liked tentacles back in 2022 because of Tumblr (as many of us do lol) plus there is so much variety and scenarios you can make up with them as well, so I don’t know what I don’t like about them!

My favorite scenario is being lost in a labyrinth, and then coming upon a big ancient tentacle monster that captures me and instead of eating me or harming me, it comforts me, calms me down and promises me to help me leave the labyrinth, but instead it takes me deeper and deeper into the labyrinth as we get to know each other, and soon enough I’m in its home.

A huge ancient library with centuries of human, animal and monster history alike, and it teaches me all about its role in the endless maze, the Guardian. I let the Guardian keep me safe, feed me, comfort me and read me books day in and day out, and before long, I forget all my silly ideas of escape.

It’s too late for me to run or hide when the tentacles rip off my clothes, wrap and twist around my entire body, and sucking dark hickeys into my skin, easing me into a easy, helpless surrender before they breed me full of eggs and cum for the first time, promising me more love, books, affection, thick cum, and heavy, squirming eggs if I become their little princess. And how could I refuse such a kind offer? <3

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Annoying, loud, inconsiderate construction workers.

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Hot orc construction workers though….

story under the cut <3

Orc construction workers that moved in with you because you were unable to pay them even 50 percent of the dowry, so instead, they made the house even bigger and added three extra bedrooms and another bathroom so they can live comfortably in your new home with you, after all… they did build it.

Sure the house is “in your name” but the only options were to pay them what they’re rightfully owed, get kicked out of your dream home, or let them force themselves into your life.

And you’re definitely not choosing to be homeless, but now you have four unwanted, brutish, hulking orcs making themselves overly comfortable in your new house.

Duncan, Fergus, Gregor, and Graeham.

Absolute inconsiderate, rude, annoying, hunky… toothsome… bonny- No! No…. They’re just completely no-good Orcs!

It doesn’t help that they only wear skirts around the house, it’s invasive and distracting! It doesn’t matter why you caught yourself wondering if they were wearing nothing underneath… it doesn’t… anyway-

How are you supposed to expand your individuality and independence when the moment you turn a corner, fat, plump, hairy, jiggly pecks are right in your face!

“Construction workers, pst, more like sluts…” you grumble into your pillow after the second night. The entire day was spent being bombarded with heavy, hairy tits, pretty nipples, and inebriating musk in your every direction, you haven’t even gotten a minute to enjoy your own solidarity…

They told you tomorrow will be the day you start paying them back in less than savory, for you anyway, with chores, duties and any and all instructions they want followed. Of course you outright refused but then they gave you a harsh reality check.

“Oi, little lady, you ain’t gonna be up and tight about anything, you hear? You’s lucky we even let you keep your room to yourself.” Fergus challenged instantly.

“The floor you’re standing on, the couch you’ve sat your pompous little ass on, the walls decorated by our hands… the whole lot. This house was made by our hands.” Gregor pointed out with a smug grin.

“You don’t want to agree to some rules? Fine, be broke and homeless, aye? Or shut your mouth, watch ya’ fucking tone and enjoy the fact you’re not fighting a wolf for scraps. Y’hear us, entitled brat?” Duncan concluded.

To say you got silenced was an understatement.

Grumbles of displeasure and anger bubble in your throat as you cuddle deeper into your blankets, unsure as the anxiety of being dealt with cruel, unreasonable punishments for not paying for the house.

And in the morning you’re awoken to a burly presence leaning over you, a small shiver running down your spine as their hot breath hits your ear, “Aye, sleepy bunny, wake up. Time for ya’ to earn yur’ stay, yeah? It’s 9:30 already…” Graeham utters calmly yet with a firmness that reminds you exactly of what your reality is…. You really need to get them their money… or at least get a lock on your door…

“Mmm… I don’t need anyone to wake me up you know… I’m not a kid” you grumble quietly as you force your heavy eyelids open, gulping softly as they lower their head and slowly cup your jaw so I’m looking up at them.

“Tiny thing you are… Id be so easy to throw you ‘round anyway I’d like… y’know that yeah? You’re a smart girl… don’t go n’ piss on the hands that gave ya’ your home…. You owe me n’ my guys… so when I tell ya’ somethin’… just be a good little human and listen. You don’t want to start shite you can’t finish bunny…. come on n’ get up for me, hm? You have a long day ahead.” Graeham speculated, with just enough certainty, confidence and authority to piss you off. What you wouldn’t give to punch that small smirk of his face.

You roughly push his hand away from your face and sit up promptly, “Get out… I need to change…” you huff, watching as he shakes his head a little before taking his time to really saunter out of your room and when he closes the door behind him, you let out a silent sigh of something between relief and vexation.

After getting dressed you regretfully, painfully slug out of your room, and your heart beats a bit faster as you see all of them in fashionable kilts and heavy leather boots, with nothing else on while you watch their green skin glistening under the warm light as all four pairs of eyes are directly on you.

“…what do you want..?” You grumble as you cross your arms, looking at them suspiciously as Duncan steps up, “We’re waiting for our meal, lass… though I shouldn’t have expected much from our little demon, can ya’ fathom..? Sleeping so damn long when you have a debt you owe?” He scoffs as the others snicker along.

“I’m not a demon, one… and two, I’m supposed to make breakfast..?” You groan in frustration, your hands balling up as Gregor walks up and bends down to meet my height, “Damn right, a meal to begin the day and one to end it… unless your small, human body is truly so incompetent..?” He mocks, knowing that you can’t do anything to him, not unless you plan on sleeping on the street corner.

So, you suck up your pride and make each of them a underwhelming breakfast, just two eggs, two slices of bacon and an apple on the side.

“There.” You mumble softly, slightly anxious as you set their plates down in front of them. They all stay lethally silent before consuming the entire plate in under a minute, your eyes widening at the grotesque sight of them smacking their lips while “chewing” with their mouths open.

“Thank you for the appetizer, little human, where’s the next course…?” Gregor hums happily, but you’re just entirely dumbfounded. “Ye, that was a nice, tasty treat there brat, very well done.” Fergus complements softly.

“What do you mean… next course..? That’s it… I don’t have anymore food for you all…” you murmur in disbelief.

Your throat grows dry as they laugh loudly, but soon they realize I’m not joking. “No more food..? Are you pulling my leg, lass? We’re orcs. Are you so naive to even think that two little unborn chickens and a sliver of boar would accommodate us?” Duncan scoffs as he crosses his arms.

“It’s all I have… I only have enough left for myself, you greedy pigs. You can at least be grateful that I cooked, you know…” You scoff, crossing your own arms before turning around and leaving to make your own breakfast.

“Aye, we’re mighty grateful… but you’d got to understand we’re not one of your little human friends, we’re your lords… and we have a much greater… hunger, than you understand, yes?” Graeham bargained gently as he follows you into the kitchen, but you ignore him as you start making your own food.

“Hm.” He huffs, and you can hear his footsteps leaving until you feel a heavy presence hovering over your head, and suddenly hands are digging into your hips and his warm chest is pressed firmly against your back.

“What are you doing-” you begin, but then his thick thumb is easily shoved into your mouth. “What..? I said I had a greater hunger than you weak humans…. So since you couldn’t serve me… I’ll just find another way to satisfy my, dire, appetite..” Graeham shushes as he sticks his thumb further into your mouth, making a whine bubble in your throat as you continue to try to make your food while he keeps you still and silent.

And not before long, Gregor, Duncan and Fergus all join you both in the kitchen, and very soon, you find yourself being groped and squeezed and rubbed everywhere, soft coos of genuine praise leave their lips as your body starts to squirm against their unrelenting touch and gaze.

A hand gently squeezing your throat as you drool and whine around the thumb in your mouth, your jaw slowly getting caressed as two large hands spread and play with your bare ass after they striped you of your pants so they could see your little panties get stuck in between your cheeks, hands groping your belly while another pair of hands takes off your bra so they can flick and pinch at your pretty little nipples, and hands tying up your wrist and elbows behind your back while a thick finger slowly rubs up and down your tingling folds.

Your head is spinning so bad you can barely make sense of it, you hate them all! You do… so… why haven’t you bitten the thumb in your mouth? Why haven’t you fought them off? Why aren’t you screaming and yelling like you think you want to?-

“That’s it ya’ imp… just needed someone to put you in your place, right pretty girl? Just needed some authority so you don’t have to act out like a proper brat, hm..? It’s okay… we know… you just want to be a good little princess without any worries, yeah?” Graeham whispers gently into your ear, and you can’t help it when you nod along, maybe this is.. what you’ve needed..?

“That’s right, atta’ girl, that’s my good little princess… just sit there and look all pretty for your lords…” Duncan coos sweetly, and a little whimper bubbles in your throat as a reply.

You let them bend you over the edge of the couch, letting them watch your thinly veiled pussy soak the fabric as they watch over you, even as embarrassment and need boil in under your skin, it doesn’t stop your jaw from dropping as their pretty purple tips become very visible as their cocks lift up the kilts easily. Huge, fat, girthy, curved cocks promising to destroy whatever brattiness still linger within you.

It wasn’t long until you became a stupid mess of yourself, letting them split your little pussy apart so desperately while you do your best to relax your throat as they use all three of your soft holes and your sensitive breasts to warm up their cocks for hours before they fill you up with cum.

“That’s it… that’s it pretty girl… just take everything we give you… and we’ll forgive all yur’ payments, hm? Just let us have this…” Graeham offered with a low moan as he cums down your throat, and silently, eagerly, you swallow down his entire milky load in a joyous agreement.

How could you have become like this? Reduced to being a dumb little cock warmer for these absolute beasts? Hours upon hours of cockwarming them anywhere they want, being passed around like a slow blunt rotation as you’re skewered on all four cocks? Days upon days of being used as their personal stress ball at work, losing all sense of shame as they refuse to delight in their passion wherever they stand? Months upon months of eagerly sucking their cocks while they eat you out, because, it’s only fair, right? To now a year in of being a personal slut for your favorite orcs in the entire world, the orcs who saved you and let you build a home with them.

masterlist

[divadowndivadown]

Mmmm… tentacle monster roommate sounds so good right now…

You originally put out the ad because you needed someone to help with the rent, but the last thing you had expected was a monster showing up at your front door.

They aren’t even humanoid shaped…. just a sea, a land mass of a monster that filled up your living room the first time you both met.

“Uh… you want to be my roommate..? Why..? This apartment isn’t really… spacious…” you mumble with concern as you see their tentacles slowly slithering and undulating around every crevice, crack and corner as it get familiar with my space.

“It is not a problem… I work best in cramped spaces… besides, I would not be here for the square footage..” the creature jests in a deep rumble that seemed too tender for the underlying power in each tendril.

You smile at their joke, cute, you hum to yourself, “Oh really, I’m disappointed then, I have so much to share with you…” you tease back gently.

Your heart picks up as you hear their laughter ring in your ears for the first time, raw, unguarded, and accepting while the tendrils shiver with an ancient weight that promised safety and protection.

“Oh little human… you intrigue me… please, show me around if you’d be so kind..” they proposed with a slight groan in their tone. Of course you show them around, but it’s hard to tell how they feel when they have no face, even though you had sensed their tentacles relax and slither closer to you…

Months later they’re your permanent roommate, and life is… pretty amazing with them.

They aren’t invasive and genuinely kind, always helping you out, whether it’s making food, cleaning the apartment, talking about our days, doing the small things to make us closer and happier in our space together.

The banter is always easy when you’re with them, you both just mesh so well together, and you had thought you knew them…

Until you catch them… painting..?

You slowly peek behind their mass of tentacles to see them painting on a canvas. It’s a painting of a small boat in a large open ocean. Every stroke of the paint brushes their holding adds more and more depth to the painting, making the base colors pop with movement and texture that makes you feel like you can almost smell the salt of the sea.

With every passing moment the boat seems to get smaller and smaller optically, truly capturing how tiny a single vessel is compared to the expanse of the ocean.

The boat seems like it’s moving as well as their tentacles somehow add movement to their cloudy sky, making the entire thing feel more like a dream or a distant memory brought back to life.

You get so wrapped up in their artistry you don’t even realize their tentacles gently wrapping around my waist as they pull me closer to look at their process. It’s a simple, silent moment as they slowly cuddle me close as you watch them make the canvas a dream come to life.

Silently, you accept their cuddle and melt into them as you watch them finish their painting, smiling softly as you look all over the canvas and at all the small, finer details. Your heart is slow and calm while they lazily rub your back and surround you in their warm tentacles.

“It’s so.. daring, the movement, the perspectives, the angles, the color…. I didn’t even know you could draw…. Much less paint…” You admit softly, breaking the gentle silence humming in between you both.

“You never asked, tiny human… yes… I do paint… it’s my hobby….” They hum, their quiet grumbles emanating from their mass only makes you more comfortable.

“…do you always draw the ocean..? Or nature..?” You muse curiously as you look at them, a shiver runs down your spine as a tentacle slowly cups both your cheeks, and a wave of tranquility clouds your mind as the tentacles produce a muddled chuckle.

“No little human… I also draw portraits… especially of tiny, delightfully tantalizing things, such as yourself…” they disclose, and you can feel a burning sensation rising within you.

“So you want to paint me..?” You humor playfully, but you can’t help how your nerves tingle as their tentacles shift closer to you, draw in your senses, even your very breath.

“Hmmm… well that’s not the question is it..? Ask again, I believe in you.” They croon, a breath catches in your throat as a broken whimper escapes, and while your knees weaken and your mind spins, you can’t help but notice how good it feels to have their attention, their touch on yours.

“Can you paint me..? Please..?” You babble weakly, shivers running down your spine as they let out a gravely chuckle.

“No… be a sweet little human and ask the proper question…” They demand in a deep purr, and before you know it, you’re sluggishly sinking down onto your knees in front of them, brain barely able to keep up as it gets unbearably dizzy with serotonin.

“Please make me your muse… pretty please sir.. please?” You whimper softly, eyes wide before they roll back as tentacles rub against your cheeks and spine in a silent praise, drool slowly spilling out of your parted lips as the tentacles wrap tighter around your body and slowly tie you up and suspend your in the air.

“There she is… that’s a good little muse… now, look at me while I make you my exquisite, deathless creation of my own volition…” They command tenderly, and you nod instantly.

You can’t understand why this is happening, but it just feels too good to fight, with eyes wide and empty as their every praise provokes a visible squirm out of you. Your chest glistening with fallen saliva as your mind is clouded with delirium while they paint you in such a vulnerable state.

How could you ever help it, you just wanted to be a good muse! And good muses always stay still and conform to any ditsy position while the artist makes a masterpiece out of them. And what a good little muse you are, just looking like the perfect little doll to bring your tentacle monster all the inspiration they need!

Not that you would mind, how could you when you have so much attention on you? When you’re cuddled and tied up in a sea of warm tentacles? When you’re under the intense gaze of such an artist..? When multiple tiny tentacles entered into your brain through your ears while you were watching them work and are now slowly fucking your mind dumb so you can be the perfect muse you were meant to be..? Reduced to drooling, empty headed angel, addicted praise and worship while your roommate makes you into their perfect paintings.

“Because of you, I know no bounds. I have succumbed to my greed willingly, for you have roused my entire soul. You have woken my mind so noxiously that there is nothing left for me, but to hold you, my afflatus, and make you into my art.”

<3 here’s the masterlist diva <3

[divadowndivadown]

Fuck it. I need prompts. I’m lowkey inspired to make a ridiculous Y/N story, a really bad one, blonde straight hair, blue orbs, hairless and petite and all. But I want to do it in a love triangle between Y/N, you and a Mafia Boss, or a rich CEO 😭😭

[gatoburr0]

Holy shit???? New scam strategy alert! Apparently scammers will use your identity to accuse you from selling child porn!!! Do not fall for this bullshit 😭😭😭😭😭 lmfoaifjapfj

[gatoburr0]

[gatoburr0]

The last part I said was to kinda make some of you realize that you are the only one who can handle it, not someone who’s asking you to friend them over on discord to “discuss the appeal” like they’ve been doing for a while now. If they say “I can help you appeal” or “please send a message to x recipient” then it’s absolutely a scam. The only person you should be talking to is tumblr staff through their support page.

Again if they ask you to send a friend request to a supposed “support” account then you’re likely getting hacked.

You *can* potentially act stupid and ask the scammer for the username so you can look it up and report it but I’d honestly just block and move on. They’ll delete the blog most likely after seeing that it didn’t work.

[kogarashi-art]

Oh, first off, heads up because new scam and all.

But also, my very loud "I'm sorry, WHAT!?" reaction because that's my blog header in the screenshot. MY. ART. They stole my art for their scam.

And I know they had to steal it from me because it's custom-made by me, from art I did:

Rude.

[2deep2kidneys2potatoe]

Hey this is all nice but can we maybe be more concerned about where they are getting the csam? I think that's my more active concern then someone impersonating me.

[gatoburr0]

I’m very sure that that blog is completely empty or else they would’ve shown me something. I’m not saying there’s zero chance of them actually owning anything or whatever your concern is but these people are more focused on hacking your account than actually making an effort into making people think the accounts they make are genuine.

Art scammers barely try by reblogging 5 unrelated fanart posts thinking that’s enough to make us think they’re interested in actual commissions…

[2deep2kidneys2potatoe]

I'm going off the message in which the words used were

"Is posting really illegal csam stuff"

Are they posting really illegal csam stuff or not I'm confused.

[extoller]

no. vasttrailsiege is the scammer account. this individual is trying to freak out anyone who receives this message by telling them their "stolen identity" is associated with illegal material, in the hope that the victim contacts a Tumblr support impersonator in an attempt to steal the victim's account. there is no actual csam involved; it is a way of causing panic in the victim.

[gatoburr0]