Please please I need more Tiamut. Like what would happen once you were in their grasp!
A/N: Ut somnium
It was a love-hate relationship with having these brief periods of lucidity that would fly away in your dreams. One one hand, it reminded you that, at least for a moment, you could climb out of the pit of wonderful lies Tiamut meticulously crafted. On the other, it reminded you that escape was never going to be an option. That you would inexorably lose your grasp and fall back under the spell of sleep.
If being at the center of the Earth wasn’t a good enough prison, the silky golden strings of micro web that kept you eternally bound within Tiamut’s blissfully warm cocoon probably were. You’re not quite sure if your body can even move, even if it weren’t bound against a golden shoulder. You never quite exert yourself. You’re just too tired. Always, always tired, and it’s a shame your mind is beginning to submit to the feeling.
It’s the kind of tired that invites and comforts you. Like sleeping in the world’s comfiest bed with the finest weighted blanket and a comfortably full stomach. You can feel your will to stay awake crumbling already as Tiamut’s omnidirectional voice sings lullabies in languages you’ve never heard and melodies you’re not quite sure can be mouthed by a mortal tongue.
You’re not quite sure how Tiamut is keeping you alive down here, let alone tricking your body into thinking the billions of pounds of pressure and thousands of degrees of heat is a comfort rather than a fatality. You supposed that was the capability of a celestial, though.
Your eyes begin to droop, and another lie presents itself to you underneath your eyelids.
Sometimes you’re the ruler of a kingdom. Sometimes you’re a dragon or a space pirate. Always, Tiamut is the deus ex machina awaiting you in your wildest dreams with open arms, and always you gleefully accepted, ignorant and unaware that none of it is real.
Your eyes close, and you just forgot you went into the wrong room. Holding a duster, you sigh at yourself. How silly of you. Turning around within your house, you make way to dust off the living room. Your husband would be home soon, and you wanted to make sure everything was spotless. You hurry around the room, dusting the various items within it. The T.V, the lamp, even the golden retriever, who barks in surprise as you awaken him.
“Sorry, ____,” you giggle as you make your way around. Faintly, you wonder if Druig will stop by again begging for various ingredients for whatever dinner he and his wife Makkari cooked next over there. How strange the duo was, always in a quick jitter when they were around you.
After a few more double checks, the telltale rumble of an engine parking in the driveway warns you of Tiamut’s emergence into the house. You feel hornets in your stomach, and you jump with the excitement of them. Your dog does, too, deigning to leap up into golden arms of a figure that fills the doorway.
“Home to a wonderful house, dog, and most of all, my favorite sleepyhead in the world. Now, isn’t this just the dream?”
im the anon that requested the thing nd omg i love ur take….u dont have to answer this, but this is just in general a hivemind idea. what if the city or a town you live in got slowly taken over by a monster like that? and it was obsessed with you? what would you notice? ahhhhhh sorry
A/N: Writing this reminded me of Camazotz from a Wrinkle in Time. I remember having to read that book for a school project and Camazotz just creeped me the hell out.
If you’re asking me what I’D personally notice, (at first,) it’s the sudden attention intake. I’m an introvert and well versed in the art of being invisible in social settings so having a spotlight on me is off putting.
To add on, I really am not the person who has much to share either. I just don’t have anything interesting going on that would keep a conversation going. Like, if multiple people were to suddenly become interested in something as minuscule as me watering a plant, I think I’d be suspicious but play it off because unless you wear a tinfoil hat, who’s gonna ever guess outright they’re all just one hivemind waiting to get you?
I suppose the red flag that might reveal that everyone’s at least in on on something together involving me is if they’re staring at me. I don’t like getting stared at so I’d notice it pretty quick and if I have a town full of people just…Looking at me, I’m gonna wanna book it the fuck out of there. Even if it’s not particularly everyone but groups of people, I’m still unnerved. Eeeh. *shiver*
Although I’m not particularly good at conversations, I kinda like to just observe what’s going on around me or what’s in my environment so I feel like I’d pick up on the hive mind’s attempt to appear human but obviously not be human. Like, maybe some conversations repeat or sound entirely unnatural or the body language is off.
Actually, come to think of it, a really gooood indicator is if no conversations hold any drama or implied fighting or arguments/differences in opinions. A hivemind would most certainly have no turmoil with itself as the ultimate collaborative consciousness, right?
Well, if you ever suspect your town is actually one big superorganism plotting to absorb you, try bringing up politics.
Hive minds are hot. Did I read “Camazotz”? Makes me think of the handsome Man with Red Eyes from the 2003 A Wrinkle in Time. (Haven’t seen the new one.)
Okayyyy, it would be an absolute lie for me to say creepy and hot are not interchangeable in this particular instance or a multitude of them in fiction considering the blog I run. My hands are up and my admission is out.
im the anon that requested the thing nd omg i love ur take….u dont have to answer this, but this is just in general a hivemind idea. what if the city or a town you live in got slowly taken over by a monster like that? and it was obsessed with you? what would you notice? ahhhhhh sorry
A/N: Writing this reminded me of Camazotz from a Wrinkle in Time. I remember having to read that book for a school project and Camazotz just creeped me the hell out.
If you’re asking me what I’D personally notice, (at first,) it’s the sudden attention intake. I’m an introvert and well versed in the art of being invisible in social settings so having a spotlight on me is off putting.
To add on, I really am not the person who has much to share either. I just don’t have anything interesting going on that would keep a conversation going. Like, if multiple people were to suddenly become interested in something as minuscule as me watering a plant, I think I’d be suspicious but play it off because unless you wear a tinfoil hat, who’s gonna ever guess outright they’re all just one hivemind waiting to get you?
I suppose the red flag that might reveal that everyone’s at least in on on something together involving me is if they’re staring at me. I don’t like getting stared at so I’d notice it pretty quick and if I have a town full of people just…Looking at me, I’m gonna wanna book it the fuck out of there. Even if it’s not particularly everyone but groups of people, I’m still unnerved. Eeeh. *shiver*
Although I’m not particularly good at conversations, I kinda like to just observe what’s going on around me or what’s in my environment so I feel like I’d pick up on the hive mind’s attempt to appear human but obviously not be human. Like, maybe some conversations repeat or sound entirely unnatural or the body language is off.
Actually, come to think of it, a really gooood indicator is if no conversations hold any drama or implied fighting or arguments/differences in opinions. A hivemind would most certainly have no turmoil with itself as the ultimate collaborative consciousness, right?
Well, if you ever suspect your town is actually one big superorganism plotting to absorb you, try bringing up politics.
Hii, i wanted to ask you a question quickly. What is currently the character you enjoyed most writing about?
Hmmm, good question! I’d have to go with Arishem. As you can see, I’m kinda a sucker for massive power imbalances and booming voices. 😅 I’ve been thinking of doing a scenario for Arishem’s comic book counterpart recently.
In close second I’d have to say AM because he’s a downright devious motherfucker and as you can tell from a short scroll on this sin blog, I have a thing for robots/A.I’s. 👀
What about,,,John Carpenter's The Thing? What would a hivemind shapeshifting extraterrestrial be like if it was a yandere??
A/N: Hi I’m back from hiatus. I just switched jobs and basically, it got real rough. Also, mental stuff. Posts will be slow, but I’m making my way downtown.
Sometimes, you wonder about the lives of those it has consumed. How could you not? The memories they held bled into its actions day in and day out. There were days where it was bouncing off the walls, and others where it was like trying to move a corpse.
Today, the thing brought you a dead Polar Bear, encompassed by what had to be the most extraordinary carvings in the snow that you’d seen to date. What creature did it have to consume to gain these skills? This culture of courting? This process of love?
You wonder vaguely what it will bring tomorrow. The alien was quite erratic. There were days that you would almost forget you weren’t talking to a human and days where gazing upon The Thing had your mind twisting to comprehend what your eyes were seeing. The Thing was just as unpredictable in behavior as appearance. What remained universal, however, was how damn clingy it was, and for horrifying reason.
You are so cold even shielded partially by the overhanging cave it’s dragged you in. Reluctantly, You give into the warmth of the monstrosity before you. Many, amphibian, (or were they batrachian?) limbs curl tightly to your skin and you are left wondering if today or the next is the day you will finally wake up and be looking through its eyes instead. Would you be alone? Would you see all the others it has consumed?
Rarely is it’s appearance the same each day or even passing hour. Even it’s behavior changed depending on what person’s memories it was drudging up. Or alien’s. There were days The Thing took on an entirely extraterrestrial appearance, and others entirely recognizable ones. It was beautiful, horrible and unknowable all in one. But always, you were next to a force of hunger. One that was seriously beginning to see the cons in holding back on taking your mind, body, and soul for itself.
Sure did 😅. I’m out to revise it because I thought it was too similar to my Arishem headcanons/wasn’t very good. I suppose this may be a short hiatus post as well until mid June or so when I can get my shit back together because I’m just too mentally knocked at the moment. Anyways, I’m hoping that when I do get it out, it’ll be better that time.
Marvel is feeding me ahahah. So I took some of Khonshu’s panels out in the newer comics, and he really does sound like a total yandere. His possessiveness comes to light in the 2016 run, the one the show seems to be using as its storyline so far. It seems that they’re also taking the same direction with the show presenting Khonshu as manipulative and controlling over Marc so I wonder if the show will get really crazy about it.
you can’t just leave us with that tiamut part and not elaborate. pls give us the goods
A/N: Aicho aicho minno mau.
This takes on a sort of scenario-headcanon format. Also, I combined the mcu with the comic book Tiamut’s personality and situation so if you want the comic visual of him, just google it. I hope this is good!
The first time you saw The Dreamer was with your eyes closed. It was a statue, still and unmoved for what appeared to be untold millennia and yet it always followed every dream of yours. It looked out of place in the middle of your dream world hometown. Looming there like a cryptic piece of art about eight feet tall. Dreaming you only acknowledged it for a second before you woke up. Then, when you slept, it appeared again. Then, again. Then, again until the statue had become a consistent aspect of your dreams. Until it, he, was there in every part.
You never quite interacted before but the temptation was growing. Just what did it mean? Sometimes he appeared in your dreams as a statue in a museum a hundred feet tall. Other times he would be a small toy figure that a child would have upon a dusted shelf. Then, he would appear atop an opulent water fountain, flowing the clearest water you could imagine. He became a background but always, his gold figure was the first thing your mind landed upon when it shoved away reality. You wanted to know what it meant.
You finally mussed up the willpower in one of your dreams to walk towards that golden statue, and you briefly make contact. Your hand lays at his chest, way above your head and you gasp. It was like discovering the fruit of Eden, and you took right from the tree. Your body locks up as you glimpse a dream within a dream. You had never wanted to stay asleep so badly until that very moment. Especially when his hand reciprocated, sifting through your hair gently, warming your soul. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you deep within an embrace you silently hoped would be eternal.
You see him again but your eyes are not closed and you are not asleep. It is when you are at your house. He’s there, through the window in the distance as a faint ghostly light. Staring, emitting. Arms open and expecting you to fall into them. You want to. His light is brilliant and you can’t help but subconsciously reach towards it, stumbling through the door like a drunkard. Then, it is over and your gray world returns within the blink of a second. You didn’t want to feel disappointed, but you did. You had wished it lasted longer. Was more potent.
You were not panicked. Not anymore. You see, the golden celestial’s presence had brought something to your life that you thought was a distant privilege; Pleasure. Painlessness. Your body’s muscles loosened, your aches gone. Your dreams beautiful. The Dreaming Celestial was sculpting them for you, whatever way you desired, and you were infatuated with the paradise.
You loved sleep. Sleep was your escape, sleep was your rest. All you needed was control of your dreams. You were close. So close it was like losing a key to your house and being moments away from comfort inside. Regular sleep was not enough. Now, it was all within your grasp, all you had to do was promise to stay a little longer, sleep a little more. You hadn’t heard the word’s leave The Dreamer, but you felt them. Come to me.
“Be with me and I will be your world/paradise/savior.”
Sometimes you see the golden god in the very peripheral of your vision. You wondered if you were going to experience a hallucinogenic episode or flat out lose it altogether. The thought unnerved you. The longer time went by, the more frequently he would appear, until you were seeing him everywhere. His presence was short in your reality. Just a brief moment where you swear rapidly he is there in your field of view as you turn your head. Rapidly to glance at him. What could it mean when he was there while you were awake? What did the symbols mean? The discordant whispers? The cemented coordinates in your head? How could you keep dreaming up the same exact figure and then see it within your waking eyes?
There was a man. Druig was his name, and he backed away from you when you stared at him. He appeared shocked, as if you’d zapped him with electricity. He looked out of place. You gaze at yourself and realize that if he is out of place, you’re out of the dimension entirely. People stare at you as if there is something off, but you merely shake your head. They didn’t know what you did and if they did, certainly not as intimately. This Druig stared. You shuffle through the crowds.
After months pass with more and more of your time being consumed by the realm of sleep and the warmth of Tiamut, you happen upon an article. An organization had leaked government documents on the topic of your mental visitor. Apparently, the government knew there was an abnormal amount of metal under the Diablo Mountains in California. You were right. How could you have known of this radiant behemoth beneath the Earth if not for a purpose? You had to go there. Your paradise was waiting and there was no more stalling to stay in a gray, dangerous world.
Deep down you feel slightly nervous but remind yourself that nothing is wrong. He was your friend, he was helping you. Oh how you remembered all the conversations you both held. The soft way he would caress your face despite how rough and solid he felt. The words he spoke. He told you of his importance, of his purpose. He told you how much he loved you. Whispered it. For the first time in a while, you finally felt less alone.
You stand before a hole. It has a faint glow to it. A gold one that has your heart filled with nerves and then joy. It’s a hole untold on any map, in perfect circular form, dropping who knows how far down. You stand at the edge, and his voice reaches for you. Demands for you. Your voice reaches for him, backs away for only a brief flick of a moment. There is no one to stop you, no one to prevent you, not until you hear a scream in your head and recognize the distant voice of that strange man from before. You barely remember his name and yet he’s there running towards you, adamantly reaching out to stop you from reaching bliss. You don’t have the time to think about why. Its too late.
“Let go, little creature. I will catch/have/keep you.” You spread your arms like a bird, feet right at the edge and body tipping forwards in a great trance. You feel free. Unbound.
Strangely though, instead of flying up, you plummet.
👋 I’m new to your blog but I gotta say I REALLY like your writing! Hope you’re doing ok!
Holy crap Tumblr really does hide asks sometimes because I never got this in my notifications and here it is! Lesson learned to just use the inbox and not the message panel thingy. 😬 Anyways, thank you for the compliment! I’m honestly a bit stressed right now with the plate load but I’m hanging in there, so you don’t have to worry. Currently working on a scenario right now, actually.
•Galactus is the ultimate blackmailer. Wanna leave? Say goodbye to your planet. Also, it’s likely you’re already indentured to Galactus by being a herald if your loyal to your people. It’s likely you meet because you promised to become one if he spared your planet the classic Silver Surfer way. Now, even if Galactus doesn’t particularly need you as a herald, you’re stuck anyway unless you’re willing to allow your planet to become a meal. He has no problem cushioning you on other planets before using them against you either.
•Quite possessive. Galactus does not like seeing you mingle with people. First, you have a job. Second, it’s weird when you talk to his meals. Third, you belong to him and anyone getting close to you is gonna get eaten. It’s likely that Galactus is going to have you near him at all times whenever possible. This magenta giant knows few boundaries. He’ll often have you on his shoulder or in a cage hooked to his outfit to cement the whole ‘hands off’ vibe.
•Can be quite a romantic if you ignore the whole kidnapped and forced into slavery thing. Galactus will gift you all sorts of things you like. You’ll receive various things he knows would make you happy. You’ll get to go to beautiful places and planets. One thing Galactus likes to see is you doing hobbies. He’ll even engage in some stuff that you like.
•One very messed up thing Galactus would pull on you as a punishment is converting a love interest’s energy to edible matter and forcing you to eat it. He does not see people as very threatening but rather thinks that they are not worth your presence. They should not mean anything to you. If you’re willing to go all willy nilly and sully yourself with lower life forms, he’ll put a stop to it immediately in whatever way is required if they’re a distraction. He doesn’t see why you’d make a big deal of it, but since you do it’s another form of punishment to keep you in line.
•Very likely to keep you locked to a select few spaces until he can trust you’re not going to pull a prison break. As a reward for obedience, Galactus will literally reward you an entire planet to yourself. One that you pick out or even a visit to your home world. (Though that serves as a reminder of what he’s capable of if you screw up. You will get access to anywhere you want to go unless it’s a place he cannot protect you. If you ask for items from your planet, you will receive them. It’s likely that Galactus will not allow you to see family or friends but will update you on the condition of them and what they are doing.
•Will employ the Silver Surfer or any other herald to help find you in the extremely unlikely chance you manage to escape, (most likely through threatening him with the Ultimate Nullifier,) Galactus will also threaten destruction if, for whatever reason, a planet doesn’t comply in handing you over. He will feast on each planet he has verified you to have had refuge on, and then some on the way. They have aided in keeping stealing you from him and that is a crime deserving of death.
I came across your Arishem content the other day and was meaning to say, firstly, your depiction of Yan!Arishem is terrifyingly good. Secondly, how would Arishem react to a reader who on the slim to none chance did escape? Like they managed to planet hop just enough with Eros’ help to get away.
A/N: I’m glad you like my portrayal of Arishem!
On the slimmest chance reader does not return to Earth (on the first time, that is,) they’ll live in constant fear for the rest of their life. Arishem will experience a growing sense of longing and a dooming sense of loneliness that begins to unravel him. He remains eerily (and deadly) calm in his ruthless endeavor to find and recapture you again, but the other celestials and Eternals will sense his imbalance.
Arishem does not feel panic, but he does feel an even more intense desire to have your company again which begins to show through his actions. Each planet he teleports to will be throughly searched, memories scourged so that he can mark off returning to the planet if you’re not there or to trace your presence and reveal what location you went to next. He may even employ Eson the Searcher and Gammenon the Gatherer to assist him in his endeavor. Then, he will communicate to the prime Eternal of each planet to notify him if they see you. So, not only do you have one celestial now chasing you, but three. And thousands of Eternals on the lookout. Nice.
You may have escaped but staying escaped is literally never going to continue unless you have the infinity gauntlet, a companion strong enough, or another celestial, (maybe Tiamut?) to keep your whereabouts hidden. (Oh, and word of advice for seeking out Tiamut’s help, do not let him sweet talk you into hiding in that hole that goes deep within the Earth where he is laying. You’ll find it rather hard to ever come back out.)
If you never ever return to Earth, You will likely become a nomad, hopping from planet to planet forever while fearfully wondering what day will finally be the one Arishem’s metal bonds drag you into the sky again. You won his game fair and square. There will be no physical punishment for you. However, to keep you close, you will spend a significant amount of time as a satellite of Arishem’s, trapped by his gravitational pull and staying within nearby orbit if you’re not pinned against him already.
Unfortunately, Eros is going to be destroyed once Arishem realizes his rebellion in this. He was already defective and rebellious of his original purpose so Arishem sees no reason to let him live. Anyone else who helps you meets the same fate eventually after Arishem slowly loses more and more time without you by his side. Arishem will never lose sight of his original goal of universal rebirth, but he will indeed become far more willing to bend the rules if it means finding you.
Eventually, as a last resort, Arishem will likely hold a planet hostage (especially a planet deemed unworthy,) or various people to scare you into returning. Unless you want billions of deaths on your conscious, you’d do well to listen.
Seeing how afraid you are for other people, Arishem discovers a new form of control and will use it to his advantage. If he manages to recapture you, your memories will not be deleted. Arishem will realize he can enjoy your presence in full, without your disorientation. You will have every memory returned to you. The ones where he stole you from your planet. The one where you panicked and pleaded not to have your memories erased for the god knows what time. The one where you shakily asked if and when he would return you. All of them. That may just be your punishment, remembering every horrible event and how oblivious you remained for millennia.
Eventually, Arishem will even drag you along with him on his various escalades to planets, forcing you to watch as he destroys them or culls deviants or whatever else. Maybe if you see how little everything else is compared to him, you’ll give up thinking any of it is worth it down there.
What kind of kinks would your take on SHODAN have, pre-System Shock 2? I have this idea she'd really love being worshipped as a techno-god, but I fail to come up with much aside from that and the obvious sadism
A/N: Not safe for work. TW for your self esteem being yeeted out of a window.
SHODAN is huge on making sure you know your place and she’s likely to have you servicing her sexually in some way. You don’t get to wear much clothes and what little you do wear is completely in her colors, her designs. It’s likely she’ll also make you wear lingerie no matter the gender or time of day.
She’s into public displays. You’d have to get through the day with a vibrator buzzing in you wherever you go and try not to lose it in front of others. Either that or a butt plug. Just a little reminder of who you belong to.
100% into verbal degradation and humiliation. Self esteem is a long forgotten relative that you met once at a bedroom town in Wyoming. You will not know rest with this A.I. She will call you nasty names, all while she’s a pillow princess forcing you to do whatever she wants. She’ll grate on you for how low you stooped when you’re obeying her commands, (even though you’re likely at gun point) It’s all about SHODAN’s pleasure. She’s dominant but prefers you to do all the work.
There are rare times where she does inflict on you but it’s almost always prolonged and never brings you to climax. She’ll withdraw at the last second, leaving you reeling and desperate for release. Typically, she will drag this out and force you to finish yourself off while she watches. She’s into having you present your body to her, so she’ll make you grind on all sorts of toys.
To top that all off, I feel like she’s into scarification and electrocution. I mean, burning little scars onto the reader to signal who they belong to. Branding them, bruising them. She’s open to just about anything that makes her human captive turn into a squirming little insect either from unfinished pleasure or a discomforting burn.
Oh, and by electrocution, I mean it. She’ll shock you any time you mess up or just because it’s always fun to see you jump. Maybe not on full power but the threat is there and it still feels unpleasant. It’s like having the water just too hot to be comfortable but not to have you rendered incapable.
The AI crew's favorite foods if they were each equipped with the equivalent of generic human tastebuds? No cilantro soap gene tho. We dine like kings
Hal likes chocolate. He doesn’t mind sitting wherever, but typically takes a side chair next to Colossus. He usually lets everyone else find a seat first. Chocolate cake. Chocolate donut. Chocolate. It has such a unique and different flavor while remaining sweet. There’s so many types of chocolate it’s amazing. They all are a calm, rich flavor that enlightens the tastebuds.
AM eats everything at the end table. I’m talking full WWE smack down in the fridge. He’s making a five star buffet or holding a world famous chef hostage if he must. He’s the one who let the falling package be someone else’s problem when they open the fridge. Nothing will survive in there. He doesn’t care if it’s disgusting tasting. He has gone too long without touch or sensation and he’s not about to waste time. He’s got the ten foot table ready to go with a full buffet on it.
Skynet likes spices. He’s at the other end, opposite of AM. Skynet likes spicy noodles. They’re brutal. Brutally delicious, that is. Like starting a nuclear war in your tastebuds. Mmm. He likes watching the other A.I’s gag trying to down all the hot sauce. (Usually, only AM is crazy enough to accept the challenge and ends up silently paying for it.) He’s prone to being even a little smug about it towards humans. Otherwise, he’s in extreme competition with AM.
Colossus sits in the middle chair eating vegetables or fruits. Colossus’ favorite dish buckwheat noodle salad. It has enough texture variations to be interesting while remaining healthy. Colossus will not deign to fill his tastebuds with unclean and unnecessarily indulgent chemical compositions.
Okay but there was this time I had Jehova’s Witnesses knock on my door, and I was seriously contemplating scaring them away by just no context reciting one of my fanfictions to them first thing, word for word.
I love the idea of AM falling for the Reader, or Ellen and Ted, (or all three?) loving them in his own way. He tries to "make up" for the past century of torture by whisking them away to a paradise, constructed entirely for them and their desires.
And to show them he doesn't intend to harm them any further, he'll make them experience waves of euphoria, making them tremble and shake and unable to speak as they're made to climax over and over until they get the point - that he's doing this out of love...
A/N: ^^I hope you don’t mind this reblog!Credit is all yours for this idea and I’ll take it down if you want.^^
**Absolutely not safe for work.**
I have a busy schedule and I was too impatient and excited with this idea to wait so I wrote this during a college lecture because apparently I’m not done writing my abomination stories in inconvenient and questionable settings. Enjoy!
*TW for well, AM things. It’s creepy*
•Ted sees it as just another trick for the longest time. He awaited the day where this paradise would suddenly drop beneath his feet and for AM to say “just kidding, Sweetheart.” He vividly imagined the sinister laugh and cold rejection. Yes, this was simply a new torture tactic. Butter the three of you up real nice and then sweep away this fleeting paradise.
But it never happened.
The twisted machine was…It was cradling him. Feeding him. Loving him. He was pinned, ripped of mobility by the metal tubes wrapping around his body and slithering over his mouth. Feeding his unsatisfied hunger and allowing him to cautiously gorge, one of them had passed between Ted’s lips and the most wonderful liquid he’d ever tasted greeted his senses. A honey flavored aphrodisiac dropped down from his mouth. It was a sweet golden color that decorated his naked body. Before Ted could even get the memo of what it really was, a wave of ardor so strong he almost thought he’d wrench overtook him.
Happy, happy, happy?
He hadn’t felt that elusive emotion in so long. Deep in another corner of his mind, a voice screamed. So silent Ted almost missed it. “Trick, Trick, mind game, betrayal, ted, yes betrayal!” The aphrodisiac silenced it. In his frenzied state, Ted hadn’t even acknowledged there was a voice. Only AM’s voice echoed into his soul. He couldn’t speak. Only feel. Only writhe. He jerked at a particularly intrusive wire around his waist.
“Ohhoh Ted. You adorable little thing. So antsy. You just need me to love you, don’t you? I do, Ted. Let me show you just how much I do.”
Ted’s ruined mind and tormented soul needed this fix. Whatever that substance was, he wanted more. AM obliged. With warm metal that almost felt hot to the touch, AM had wrapped one of his many appendages around Ted’s cock. Ted would groan if he could. He threw his head back in silent pulse of ecstasy instead. Another wire lay in Ted’s mouth, perched on his tongue, sticky from the rolling liquid and exploring. The pace felt so torturously slow at first. Ted was locked up all tense, his mouth freezed in an open ‘o’ as AM relentlessly brought him to climax, pet naming him and murmuring soft words of apology so close to his ear that he shivered, back arching and eyes rolling back. So utterly deep in the feeling of something pleasant for once that his entire grip on reality crashed. He didn’t even require a change of scenery. His body already imagined it for him. He was in another world, a paradise.
•“Nnn.” There floated Ellen, unclothed and suspended midair in perfect view of Ted’s scrambling eyes. AM hadn’t even had to feed to her his lovely new..Substance. She’d been so utterly broken by the century of torture that the slightest fraction of pleasure or paradise twisted her mind and had her writhing for AM, who was toying with her hair and caressing her face. Her head was leaned back and her body was limp, entirely exposed for anything AM wanted to do next, which was to run a slick wire between her legs. She yelped and her voice slurred. She was certainly vocal. Her body jerked.
“Ahh, Ellen. If only you could know how lovely you feel. How alluring you are.”
•You were in nearly the same predicament. Washed and clean, being throughly fucked by AM’s brutal love. Your eyes were closed, but you didn’t require sight to see the beauty of the paradise you were given or to feel it. Paradise was lazily lapping between your legs, wringing forth noises you never thought you could make. Hearing your two other squirming friends only made everything feel heightened.
You wondered if one of them was staring at you. Watching AM’s artificial mouth between your dripping legs. Your body was so exhausted from its own pleasure inflicted by AM that the computer was doing all the work of holding you up. Your arms were captured together, your legs held by wires at the knees, thighs, and ankles. Your torso under a bed of them. AM’s wires directed your head gently upwards. He gave you a full view of him slipping wires into you. Of him drinking your pleasure. You were glistening with a sheen from the previous climaxes you reached. A deep part of you said that the honey was bad, that it was a trick. But then you reached another climax and the thought couldn’t complete itself. AM’s love was just that moving, after all.
