She/Her | 23 Goldentwst Prompt Requests: CLOSED Must be 18+ to follow. [Please have age in bio.] This is a casual NSFW Twisted Wonderland thirst blog with varying levels of spice to fit your taste. Feel free to call me Gold, Goldy, or whatever suits your style, and be sure to check out the pinned post for more details. [NRC will be depicted as an actual college, so all characters are 18+]
Whose the Target Audience: I write mainly for afab readers who use she/her pronouns, but will write for gender neutral if the scenario doesnât have a need for a specific identity. (These will be tagged and specified in the post itself!)
(Iâm partial to creating content that I identify with, so if you feel a majority of the writing doesnât suit your taste, there are many wonderful twst blogs who consistently use all pronouns and identities, so I strongly encourage you to go where youâll be more comfortable.)
â¨What youâll find here:
Yanderes
Dubcon/Noncon
Stalking
Pseudo-incest
Smut
Fluff
Fem!versions
Many kinks: Breeding, pregnancy, somnophilia, aphrodisiacs, etc. (See below for any restrictions.)
âWhat you wonât find:
Requests outside of my personal prompts (Iâm just here to drabble and thirst!)
Degradation towards MC outside of a playful insult or two (A staple of yandere content, I know, but itâs a bit of a turnoff for me.)
Heavier, less appealing topics/stuff Iâm not really into like scat, snuff, suicide, long-term abuse, watersports, incest, etc.
Hypothetical/mentioned characters related to the Twisted Wonderland franchise are also game.
Ex: The boysâ parents, Prince Rielle, Enma Yuuken, a hypothetical RSA student, etc.
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speaking of ai in the twst fandom i feel like there is sooo much of it. i always feel like im going insane trying to determine whether something is ai or not. like maybe its an author doing rlly shitty colleen hoover prose LOL i always feel bad assuming.
anyway, im pretty sure that solxamber account is ai or at least some of their posts 100% are. like i could point to at least one or two posts specifically that im absolutely certain are ai.
I see. Truth be told, thatâs news to me. đ (In regard to AI in the twst writing community. I surf the tag every now and then.) This instance involving Six was the very first for me that I felt sure of. But I can understand the concern over AI creeping its way into our fandom space. Truly.
With that said, I wonât be starting any witch hunts for users suspected of using AI. I will say Iâve read a few of solxamberâs work before and never once picked up any red flags like I had with Six. So, I feel comfortable admitting that their work feels genuine to me. Now, itâs not like Iâve read all of their work, but I very much want to approach all writing pieces with a, âinnocent until proven guiltyâ mindset.
The last thing I want to do is exhaust myself over every piece of literary work I come across. Yet, the fact we have to worry about this at all is so sad. I wish that if someone did use AI, they could just own up to it, so that people who donât really care either way can continue as is, and the people that do care can move on.
At least then we wouldnât have to waste our time reading something someone couldnât be bothered to write, or pour their heart into.
This may seem strange coming from an inactive writing blog, but as someone who still very much reads on tumblr, I have a few credible reasons to believe that the user @/sleppy-boy or Six, as I will call them per their blog, is posting AI writing in the Twst tag.
AI writing defers from AI art in the sense that itâs far more difficult to catch someone in the act of using it. However, there are a few indicators that become increasingly obvious the more I read Sixâs work.
For instance, AI writing LOVES the use of, âItâs not X, itâs Y.â And Sixâs writing has a heavy amount of it. It was initially the first thing to make me suspect the work of AI since once I noticed it the first couple times, I couldnât stop noticing it. Itâs repetitive, and for lack of better words, insists upon itself. AI writing LOVES redundancy and purple prose.
The second thing I noticed is the heavy usage of thirds. AI writing loves to include instances of X, Y, and Z. Something else that Six's work has A LOT of. Below is just one instance of their writing in regards to a Yandere Savanaclaw AU. I've gone and highlighted the strongest of the aforementioned examples in a google doc.
"It's not X, it's Y." = Yellow
"X, Y, and Z." = Green
The third thing I noticed is the heavy usage of em dashes (â). Now, donât get me wrong, em dashes are not indicative of AI writing. In fact, itâs a common misconception that writers who use em dashes must have had AI help. Itâs not the strongest proof, but it is a stereotype for a reason. And this is it.
Six says that their writing is only similar to AI because AI stole from real writers first and that they've had multiple university papers rejected because of such. They've also said that English is not their first language. I believe them on that front, but what I can't wrap my head around is the disparity of when they write as themselves vs. when they write for creativity.
The below instance is an author excerpt that reads as someone using a translator without the use of AI. The above instance with the Savanaclaw AU, does not. Not to my eyes, at least.
This YouTube video that I watched months ago perfectly encapsulates some of the warning signs Iâve been seeing. Itâs what initially gave me the context tools I needed to spot these signs in the first place. And I highly recommend watching it if you too want to be able to tell AI writing apart from normal writing. âââ
Now, is any of this concrete? No. Youâre free to make decisions based off your own discretion. I donât doubt that if Six sees this, theyâre going to deny it.
Thatâs their prerogative. If they truly write from the heart, then they should ignore me and continue to do as such. But I wonât be ignoring the warning signs. I just ask for anyone still willing to read their work to keep an eye out for the aforementioned examples: Count how many times they use, âItâs not X, itâs Y.â And their use of âX,Y, and Z.â You wonât be able to stop noticing it.
My god, a spin off of the masquerade event basically writes itself:
You got a character based off of Frollo, Rollo, the OG consumed-by-lust-freak, you got Malleus who couldnât be happier that youâre tagging along to Noble Bell College, throw in the fact Rollo seems to acknowledge MC as an admirable person paired with his hate-crush on Malleus, who gets to spend time with you, add a bunch of jealousy on both ends, and itâs perfect.
That is to say, Iâd feel better writing out the scenario once we have a grasp on why Rollo seems to hold Malleus with contempt(?), but you can bet that I am staring at this event with eyes wide open. đđ
hi this is the previous anon :3!! im glad i can share my thoughts here, cuz i literally have no one to talk about this stuff LMAO
i got to thinking because you kept mentioning azul being into degradation being ooc and,,, UNFORTUNATELY i have looked up octopus mating because of azul in the past lolol i was thinking it might actually make sense for him to be into degradation / slight pain (like reader kicking him in the face) since female octopuses are noted to be very aggressive irl :') going as far as eating their mates, but like. in twst verse i'm just imagining that translating into meanness and roughness LMAO
anyway azul would get way too turned on seeing you angry :') especially if it's at him! it's basically a courting gesture HAHA he knows it doesn't work like that for you but still </3 he's almost tempted to try and annoy you / get caught doing something weird by you on purpose! i like to think that his childhood bullying has only made him worse about this compared to most octomer
Aha! Iâm picking up what youâre putting down. Honestly, if youâre in the nsfw twst scene, who hasnât looked up the mating rituals or anatomy of our non-human friends? đ
And you know what, I honestly hadnât thought about Azulâs experience with getting bullied as a child, but we could totally work with that, couldnât we? Just completely warp his idea of love so that being put down by you is the only thing that will make his heart beat faster. The catch is that it has to be you, though. Everyone else bullies him because theyâre malicious people and he loathes them for it. But when you do it, it comes from a place of love.
(And when I do it, itâs because I want to see him cry a little.)
1. đŞđŤ Your fave is a closet pervert. What does their behavior look like behind closed doors?
Pairing: Yandere?Jack x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)
Warning(s): Light non-consensual touching, Masturbation
Jack had always been a good boy, an upstanding boy. Especially, when it came to doing what was right and following his morals no matter the force that opposed him.Â
Even if that force was himself.
Never would Jack have thought that his instincts would be so strong as to go toe-to-toe with his moral compass. Which may have been why he was so hellbent on keeping himself in check in the worst ways possible.Â
He made his morning runs longer than usual, the workouts more strenuous, his showers increasingly colder, and his study sessions levels above what was required for 1st years.Â
Everything had to be demanding if he ever wanted to look himself in the mirror and not be ridden with immense guilt. And yet, despite the extra effort he put into every aspect of his life to distract himself, to punish himself, Jackâs mind, body, and soul was still debilitated every time he caught sight of you. It took every ounce of his strength to withhold the sheer force of his wagging tail whenever you approached him. That, and the scent you carried made his senses melt ten times over. Without even knowing whether you were in the room, he could tell your smell apart from everyone else. After all, you always smelled so, so good, tantalizing even, and Jack had the worst time holding back his salivations whenever he caught a whiff of it.Â
Call it Pavlovâs dog, or biology, or whatever, but nothing else had him in this tight of a chokehold.
And that scared Jack.
The effect you had on him had always been rather subtle. Itâs why he felt the need to accompany you to Octavinelle when your friends got caught up in Azulâs contracts. Why he helped you investigate said man and why he even went so far as to fight the leech twins under the coral sea. He wanted to stick close, protect you, maybe even get to know you a little better without you catching on to the fact that he was doing this for reasons less than virtuous.
The more time he spent, the more he liked you, and the stronger his body responded. Every time he touched you, it was like an alarm went off in his brain, telling him to be careful; A pat on the head, a tap to the shoulder, or an usher by the small of your back. He knew that if he wasnât careful, a simple touch could lend itself to the slippery slope of his pent-up desires and heâd want for more.
Jack knew he was already starting to fall under the desireâs influence when the pajama shirt you left unattended in your room had somehow found a new home discreetly clutched between his fingers and pressed to his nose when he slept at night. The same shirt he tried to rightfully return when the guilt ate at his conscious again.
Although, his method of returning it turned into silently following you as he waited for the right moment to do so. He really wanted to, he did, but he couldnât think of a good enough excuse as to why he had it in the first place. Of course, most people would have just snuck it back into the place where it was found, but for the life of him, Jack couldnât live with the feeling of knowing he had borrowed something from you without permission. And naturally, his large form wasnât the stealthiest when it came to concealing his presence, so of course, you saw and approached him with the salivating scent he had to swallow down.
âJack? Whatâre you doing hovering around the trees?â
Naturally, Jackâs body went stiff, his ears twitching as he hung onto the sound of your voice and physically willed his tail to stop wagging, or at least, to stop wagging so much. âUhm-â he had to swallow again- âI thought I saw someone⌠following youâŚâ
You blinked. âYou did?â
ââŚNo, sorry. That was a lie.â
You laughed upon the instant backpedal. âThen, what?â
He still hadnât returned your gaze, the corners of his cheeks colored a darker hue as he outstretched the bag in his grip. ââŚYou⌠forgot this in Leonaâs room when you had to spend those nights in Savanaclaw.â
Confused, you accepted the bag and found the shirt you had wondered about for the longest time. âOh, sweet! I thought I lost this!â You looked up at him, a grin adorning your face. âLemme guess, Leona made you his errand boy âcause he couldnât be bothered to return it himself.â
Rather than say anything, Jack could only nod, albeit stiffly, the threads of his good conscious unraveling the longer he stood in front of you.
Maybe Jack wasnât meant to kick this. Maybe he was destined to eternal torment every time you brushed against him in the hallway, or called his name, or showed up in his dreams and overwhelmed his senses to the point that he woke up covered in a thin layer of sweat with the embarrassing need to relieve the tent in his pants.
Jack didnât know how long he could hold himself back. He thought about admitting to you the countless things heâs thought about doing with you, to you, but the thought that youâd be appalled by his desires was too great to even let him open his mouth.Â
He couldnât take the inner turmoil between his sense of justice and his instincts anymore.Â
But as luck would have it, the ball fell into his court sooner than he thought it would.
A broken ankle, you bemoaned. Some assholes had been roughhousing a little too hard, half of the group knocking into you just as you turned the corner and sent the lot of you collapsing onto the floor. Cue one trip to the nurseâs office and that numbness you felt in your ankle proved to be worse than expected. Naturally, the students at fault were reprimanded by every teacher within a five-mile radius. Both Crewel and Trein were especially hard on them with the punishments adding up to an amount of school work that you couldnât count on two hands, so you couldnât say you were all that mad about it anymore. It was just inconvenient if anything. (Though, it seemed that being the teacherâs pet had its perks.)
The worse part was that Crowley didnât exactly have any good ideas on how you were going to make it to classes on time. Granted, you had crutches, but if you were to ever traverse the winding paths leading to and from Ramshackle, well⌠youâd probably have to wake up early to make up for the extra time youâd need.
That is, unless, Jack would be willing to help? You thought about asking Ace or Deuce, and while you were sure the latter would help more than the former, you felt that Jack would be better suited to more physically aiding tasks, which is why you approached him as you did. He woke up early for his morning runs anyway, surely a quick hop, step, and jump over to Ramshackle after he was all done wouldnât be too much of a bother?Â
Almost comedically, Jack had to resist the urge to tell you how very little you bothered him, to the point where you could spit in his mouth and heâd still thank you, but that was an inner thought he knew was better left unsaid.Â
Sure, he was still pissed at the thought of some insensitive jerks injuring you, but he couldnât cause you any more trouble than youâve already been through. Heâd have to trust the professorsâ discipline on this one⌠for now, at least.
And thus began some of the best, yet most self-disciplining days of Jackâs life.
For the most part, he just helped you carry things to and from classes, helped you maneuver over large steps or cracks in the stone, and even got your meals to you so you wouldnât have to balance them over to your table. When Ruggie caught wind of Jackâs actions, he likened it to that time Jack followed him around because he respected the second in command. Now look at him, seems he found a new prospect to look up to, Ruggie laughed. And while Jack stammered over the admission, he didnât deny it. All he ever wanted was to make you happy, his unwavering loyalty to you a beacon of his personality.
And then came the nightly routines. For the first night, you offered Jack a room in Ramshackle so he wouldnât have to bother with the morning commute, but he staunchly refused. Just the idea of having to sleep in the same house as you, your scent lingering on every piece of furniture⌠Jack feared he would return to his baser instincts and youâd discover the more perverse side of himself.Â
But that was a refusal he ended up regretting.
Just getting up a little earlier didnât make Jackâs morning routine all that bad. He even showed up early to make sure he could properly escort you with time to spare. But as he stood on the porch of Ramshackle, the minutes ticking by and your responses to his messages nonexistent, he finally had the proper motivation to start his temporary stay with you. That is to say, when he broke in and found you clutching your leg and seething at the bottom of the stairs, there was no doubt in his mind that he needed to be by your side as much as possible.
âWell, hey!â Grim said, a smirk adorning his face as he crossed his arms. âNow that you got someone to babysit you, this might be the perfect chance for my Scarabia food bonanza!â
âYour what now?â you asked, eyebrow raised before exchanging glances with Jack who was benevolently icing your ankle.
Grim closed his eyes, a haughty look adorning his face. âYou wouldnât know because you werenât invited, but last weekend I told Kalim that I liked the food so much, that he offered to let me stay with him for a week just to have the full Scarabia spice experience. Can you believe that?â
You were amused, but your flat tone of voice didnât betray you. âItâs almost too good to be true.â
âRight? Annnyway, you know me, the great Grim didnât want to leave his henchman alone, so naturally, I stuck it out until I knew you could handle yourself without me for a while. Youâre pretty helpless when Iâm not looking, you know?â He gestured to your current predicament, which you couldnât deny, but itâs not as though he would have been much help at the moment. Not that youâd tell him that. And from the second glance you shared with Jack, he must have been thinking the same thing.
Yet, with Grim subsequently out of the house, now began Jackâs first night over, and what a tortuous first stay it was. It was every bit as awful as he thought it would be. The guest room you offered him was directly next to yours and the blankets and pillows you provided smelled just like you.
Jack tried to resist, he did, he even considered sleeping without them, but it was like a bouquet of his favorite aromas all vying for his attention. It taunted him. And it won.
With his head pressed face-first into the pillows, Jack inhaled the comforting scent of your natural pheromones, an action he had denied himself for months. You really did smell so good, so sweet.Â
Strangely enough, it was different from the time he spent at your side. At least then he had a duty to adhere to, a mindset to focus on, but here? By himself? Jack gripped the bedsheets beneath his body and groaned. You always had this effect on him but now he had something to work with.
He lovingly rubbed his face against the pillow, his whole body shifting as he slid under the covers and relished your faux presence. Jack convinced himself that if he just closed his eyes long enough, heâd eventually succumb to his usual sleep pattern and live to fight another day, but his body really and truly had other plans.
What started out as a simple restless position adjustment soon became a heavy rut into the sheets. Jackâs body became immensely heated, the baser instincts he feared kicking in as he ground against the mattress, a bead of sweat trailing from his forehead to his neck. He practically bit a hole in the pillow, his mouth clamping down onto anything that would keep his voice silent. Or as silent as one could be. His mind raced with thoughts of you that he couldnât bear to imprint into his memory.Â
You were under him, your face flushed as you wrapped both your arms and legs around his body, panting his name like a mantra.
Then, the daydream shifted to you on top, your hands caressing his chest with adoration reflected in your eyes.Â
Again, a shift, one where you sat in his lap, grinding down onto his cock as he held you deathly close, his panting heavy in your ear.
Once more, the vision changed, you were both on your sides as he slowly thrusted into you, your kisses agonizingly slow against his lips until he leaned down to nip at your shoulder.
Jack wasnât sure if he should be embarrassed over the fact he was doing this sort of indecent thing right next door, or the idea that all his fantasies of you included the visual of your body facing and holding his at all times. In the end, it didnât really matter as his tail thumped against the tented covers, his eyes sewn shut, and his face painted a heavy red.Â
After a few more drawn-out seconds, his mouth lolled open, a whimper rising from his throat as some drool seeped out from the corner of his lips, his entire body seizing the moment he came.
Wracked with guilt the moment his cloud of desire faded away, Jack rose from his bed and trudged into the adjacent bathroom in the same manner someone would commit the walk of shame.
Of which, you caught him being shiftier than usual the next morning. He still aided you where you physically needed it, but no matter how he went about it, he wouldnât look you in the eye. And sometimes you felt as though his hands kept a firmer grip on you than they should be. It didnât exactly bother you, not really, but you did wonder whether Jack was still comfortable looking after you like this. Maybe he was upset that he couldnât commit to his usual routine like before. Or did he hate having to stay in such a drafty dorm? You asked him about the behavior, but the most he would respond with was an apology and a quiet, â...Just working through some things, is all.â without elaborating further.Â
You couldnât know. You could never know.
And you especially couldnât know what Jack was up to when the pain potion the nurse had prescribed for you had the unfortunate side effect that lulled you into a deep slumber some nights.
It was never anything terrible. Jack could never do anything while you were at your most vulnerable. Sometimes, he would just sit at the side of your bed and watch you. Sometimes, heâd press his face into the hand that rested by your side, or even doze a little as he sat on the floor, his head resting comfortably on his arms as he placed himself on the edge of your bedside. He was far too anxious over the idea that if he ever snuck into bed with you, heâd have no proper explanation for himself, so things like this were fine, werenât they? He could always say that he was just checking up on you, which wouldnât technically be a lieâŚ
Jack sighed for what may have been the tenth time one night, his eyes reflecting the moonlight that streamed in from the window. You were out cold as you usually were. The pain you had been experiencing throughout the week slowly started to dissipate as your ankle healed. Soon enough, you wouldnât need the potion with the drowsy side effects anymore. This might have been the last time you would even use it, he thought.
Jack sighed for the eleventh time, his body on the floor as he rested his arms on the edge of the mattress. He was indulging himself again, he thought. The idea of going back to how he once was, after all this was over, felt near impossible to him. He had grown too used to being at your beck and call, too comfortable with the ability to just walk down the hall and see what you were doing. And he doubted there was a way he could advocate for more time after your ankle had healed. He dug himself into a hole, is what he thought. Life after you was going to be the worst withdrawal heâd ever face.
But in this moment, you were just so wonderful. You did this to him, yet he didnât hold even an ounce of ill will toward you. This was a predicament of his own creation.Â
Jack slipped his hand into yours before curling his fingers and bringing it to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles as he closed his eyes, the threads of his willpower beginning to fray.
Imagines MC calling out at the heroes lack of common sense in their stories, 'your parents said they wanted to be neural to all fairies but ignored Maleficent? They practically asked for war and the blue fairy was just making it worse' 'shouldn't the circle of life include all animal? Hyena are essential to the ecosystem since they prevent disease' 'you just the guy in a day and say it's love? how can you be sure he's faithful?" etc. And the great 7 are in the background watching everything.
All the heroes are just sitting on their legs, their hands in their laps as MC stands over them and goes down the line of their faults.
âHonestly, Hades already had the short end of the stick living in the Underworld. Can you blame a guy for trying to prevent his own demise?â You knew he had the most character in his time anyway. Everyone else was a bit dull in comparison.
Of course the great seven will watch in amusement. If the heroes wonât listen to them, maybe theyâll listen to a sweetheart like you. You sure have a way of commanding attention.
(Well, well, if it isnât my writing from days past. Thanks for this!)
I remember sending an ask where MC is just calling the out the heroes lack if common sense, I actually still have that in my email
LMAO. Weâre going down memory lane tonight, is that it? Man, thatâs another oldie but a goodie. I did do a lot of fun drabbles on the side. Speaking of, you wouldnât happen to have that piece in the email, would you?
Hey! Sorry if you have answered this before or dont want to talk about it i was just curious:
Is this the same blog that had alot of overblot content because i remember a blog with the username golden twst having stuff like it and it was really good.
Again fine if you dont want to answer for any reason was just curious and wanting to know if there's anywhere i would be able to read them again as i really loved them! hope your having a great day btw love your content!!
Yeah, that was probably me! Unfortunately, I deleted the blog a long while back cause I never kept up with it. Which, in hindsight, was pretty dumb since that erased a lot of the content I had written. Content that I hadn't saved anywhere else... đ However, no one took the username in my absence, so I just used the same one.
I know for one I had written excerpts for Overblot Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Jamil so I think I'll keep that in the back of my mind for now. I think it'd be nice to rewrite those even if I don't remember a majority of what happened. In any case, thank you so much for your kind words! It means a lot to know some people still remember little oneshots I posted months ago. đ
Headcanon that from now on, most of his dreams will involve Mc humiliating him in some way or another gsvsbdbfnfn
Slams fists onto table. Canon. I donât know why I love babying him so much. Just the thought of someone so intelligent and put together desperately wanting to be loved and appreciated does something for me.
It gets better the lower theyâre willing to place themselves in order to be by your side. ;)
iâve recently discovered your blog awhile ago and i adore how you write Azul!! may i have prompt 2 with Azul??
(đŞđŤ You suddenly have a magical artifact that lets you see into peopleâs dreams. Whose do you peek into first?)
2. đŞđŤ You suddenly have a magical artifact that lets you see into peopleâs dreams. Whose do you peek into first?
Pairing: Yandere!Azul x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)
Warning(s): Yandere, non-consensual touching, self degradation (Azulâs)
This was way too cool, you thought as you traveled under the shimmering depths of the ocean blue. Schools of small fish would swim by you, many of which poking you in the process or stopping altogether to gawk at the person with no tail. The coral reef below you glittered under the filtered rays of the sun, accentuating the color and vibrancy of the sea life.
An artifact that let you see into the dreams of anyone you wanted; You didn't think it was true, but Sam had been adamant on the fact that it was the real deal and it could be yours for the low, low price of five madols. Wow, what a steal! And if he didn't make you sign a waiver before buying it, then at least you knew such a suspicious item couldn't have been that bad. If anything, you thought he was just trying to offload a piece of junk onto you. In any case, you were glad you tested it out in the end.
Azul's dream was admittedly the most beautiful place you had ever been in. Sure, you had been to the Coral Sea before, but this was a dream world. Everywhere you looked made it seem like you were viewing the scenery through rose-colored lenses.
And it made sense that Azul of all people would dream of being underwater; You just wished the artifact had dropped you a little closer to where he could be. After all, this was his dream, he had to be somewhere around this-
While occupied with your thoughts, a large shadow suddenly swam overhead, and the fish that had been idly loitering suddenly scattered as did many of the others that occupied the coral below.
A bit spooked yourself, you looked up to find curling black tentacles obscuring the light from your vision as piercing grey eyes stared you down. You⌠well, you knew Azul was big in his octomer form, Floyd had said so himself, but this was just-
A disgruntled sigh rang above you. âReally now?â Azulâs dream self uttered, his large form slowly sinking to your level, âItâs bad enough that you occupy my thoughts during the day, but now youâre invading my dreams, too?â
You blinked upon hearing his words. Azul was thinking about you? What, had he been trying to think up his next âtake advantage of the ramshackle prefectâ plan? Either way, you didnât want to say anything that would spook him. Sam had mentioned that if you did or said anything too bizarre, there was a possibility the dreamer would wake up, so you would play along for now.
âSorry about that,â you simply replied, keeping it non-confrontational.
Azul only sighed again, combing his fingers through his hair. The water made his already silky hair fluff up before he shifted his gaze to train on you again. In which, there was something a little eerie about how he looked at you. The feeling was emphasized even more by the curling mass of tentacles he possessed.
After a brief moment, he clicked his tongue followed by a mutter of, âGoodnessâŚâ under his breath. And before you knew it, a pair of grey hands slipped beneath your knees, and around your upper back, the water aiding in the weightlessness of your body.
âAzul?â Trying to maintain composure, you allowed Azul to seemingly take you into his arms as he used his massive appendages to propel through the water.
ââŚIâll take any opportunity that comes my way. Even if itâs just a facade,â he said, a resolution in his tone that differed from his usual salesman persona.
Deciding to see how this played out, you remained idle as the octomer swam along the coral reef, his route soon taking the both of you over multiple large rock formations with gnarling seaweed growing from the cracks. Soon enough, he reached a cave-like hollow and took you inside. To say you were a bit perturbed by Azulâs behavior in contrast to the coy attitude he always wore was a bit of an understatement. From the few glances you spared, his expression was strangely neutral, if not a bit strained.
Now deep in the hollow with only a small hole or two piercing the ceiling, Azul set you down on a large, flat rock covered in some type of moss that felt like layers of velvet. Afterwards, he backed up to get a better look at you, or at least, thatâs what you thought he was doing. It was hard to tell with that calculating stare of his.
âItâs not like you to be so quiet,â you said, your fingers grazing over the moss for something to occupy your hand with.
And for the first time since you saw him, Azul smiled; Something unusually soft, adoration reflected in his eyes as he sunk his body to the edge of the rock. âWell, I finally have your attention,â he said, âI can finally talk to you how I want, touch you how I want, all without getting reprimanded.â
Barring the statement about Azul wanting to touch you, you asked, âReprimanded? By who?â
âEveryone,â Azul said somewhat solemnly, a finger tracing an imaginary line that led to your knee where he ever so gently brushed his knuckles against. âIf they knew of my affections for you, theyâd surely make fun of me for it. Floyd, Jade, the other dorm leaders⌠even you.â
Of all the things you thought Azulâs subconscious kept tucked away, his hidden affections for you hadnât been high on that list.
âAzul⌠Thatâs not- I wouldnât make fun of you for something like that.â And while you certainly werenât sure what to make of his feelings, or how you would face him tomorrow, belittling what he clearly held so dear would be wildly out of character for you.
âBut thatâs the thing!â he cried, using his hands as he pushed against the rock to become eye level with you. His smile returned, along with a wide-eyed stare you had only seen once before. âIâm not some addled school boy with a crush! Iâm in love with you! You carry the weight of my heart in your hands!â Azul leaned forward, some of his tentacles creeping over the surface of the rock and forming a makeshift barrier on either side of you. âAnd thatâs whyâ! Thatâs why⌠itâs here that I can truly be myself⌠with you, where I bare all my impurities for you to see. And I love- love how you stare at me like Iâm nothing more than the ground you walk onâŚ..â
This⌠you think wanted to wake up now. To give yourself some space, or sort your thoughts, or something. As you backed up, Azul only pushed forward, a tentacle seizing each of your ankles while another slipped around the wrist you used to prop yourself up.
âWh- Azul- hold on!!â you shouted, attempting to wrench from his grip, but the tendrils coiled around your limbs two to three times. âListen- thatâs not what I was doing, I justâ Azul!â
Azul was laughing. âYesâŚ. Please say my name⌠Say it some more! Make it sound as meaningless as it is!â
You furrowed your brow, still attempting to pull free. Your tone reasonably accusatory, âWhy would you say something like that? How did you get that idea in your headâŚ?â
âBecause thatâs what I am, arenât I? Arenât I meaningless compared to you?â While his tentacles were effectively holding you back, both of Azulâs hands lifted to either side of your face. His fingers were wavering, his smile just as shaky, but his gaze remained trained on your expression.
After a moment of just staring, your eyes worriedly shifting between his, you lightly shook your head, the movement barely noticeable. ââŚNo. NeverâŚâ
And whether or not that was an encouraging answer for Azul, he seemed to take it that way. His expression melted under your words even if they had an underlying sting to them. It both perplexed and frustrated you. But not as much as when he caught you off guard, lifting one of your legs and forcing you to fall onto your back. The moss easily caught your fall, but that didnât distract from the fact Azul had pressed a kiss to the heel of your foot, his lips then grazing themselves across your skin to the bone of your ankle.
Azul held your calf with one hand while the other held your foot, his grasp with each tender in nature as if worshipping something divine.
However, you didnât bode so well after being moved like that, and when you felt something latch onto the end of your leg, it was just instincts that told you to kick whatever had done so.
While the tentacles had successfully slipped from your joints, you did feel a sense of dread creep up your spine the moment you did so. With regret weighing over your shoulders the moment your foot made contact with Azulâs face, you immediately sat up, creeping to the edge of the rock to see him nursing his cheek, his face turned to the side. You swallowed the urge to apologize, knowing you were well within your rights to do such a thing, and this was nothing but a dream in the end, but it still left a sour taste, even more so when you noticed droplets of blood drip from his nose and bleed into the water. In all honesty, you were surprised you hadnât woken up by now. Wouldnât this sort of thing warrant as âdrasticâ?
âAzul, listen⌠you suddenly grabbed me like that-â Your attempt to explain yourself is cut off by Azulâs tittering, the noises pitched and disturbing. And within a momentâs breath, all your limbs were seized again, the squishy texture of Azulâs tentacles tightly coiling your wrists and ankles before the rest of his body followed suit. Once more, you were forced on your back until the only thing you could see was Azulâs gleaming eyes and the inky waters that framed his face.
You were completely immobile from the neck down, every one of your joints pinned to the moss as the weight of Azulâs body intimately pressed into every bit of space your own body had. You even felt a tentacle slip between your legs, the thick appendage forcing apart the instinctive clamp your thighs tried to maintain.
And just as you opened your mouth to speak, to yell, another tendril sealed itself around your throat, firmly, not choking, but still instilling a sense of fear that rendered your last bit of resistance to nothing.
You didnât think it possible for Azul to look like he had just been forced to run a mile in gym class, but with the heavy flush painted across his cheeks and the tips of his ears, the state of his disheveled hair amongst the waterâs push and pull, you didnât know what to think anymore. Both of his hands cupped the sides of your face, his voice overflowing with adoration.
âIs this how you would treat me if I were to ever pour my affections onto you? Ah~ I never want to wake up⌠I canât wake up. Iâm so absolutely taken with you that if I were to see you for real, Iâd lose myself then and there.â Azul lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushing yours. âAnd everything I worked so hard to achieve would be reduced to nothingâŚâ
Just as you attempted to swallow, your throat bobbing under the tentacle, Azul leaned forward to press his mouth onto yours. With it, you could feel each individual appendage coil just a bit more, the one between your legs rubbing something unpleasantly pleasant as he caressed your cheeks with the palm of his hands. In tandem with his body, he gently rocked his lips against yours, inhaling deeply through his nose until pressing one final kiss against your lips and pulling away with less than an inch to spare.
His words were hardly audible, and yet, they rang clear enough through the waterâs pressure that you couldnât mistake it for anything else.
