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[caroldantops]

Would you write something with Valentina?

Reader kneeling by Valentina's desk every day and no one in the office says anything bc they're scared of her. Reader is Valentina's stress relief bc she has to deal with incompetence all damn day and it relaxes her greatly to fuck reader over her desk, having reader strap warm her or just sucking her off beneath the table like 10 times a day

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word count: 607

notes/warnings: smut (18+), dom!valentina, sub!reader, gender neutral reader, melval mentions, pet play, impact play, oral cockwarming, val is mean <3

"I'm sorry, are you misunderstanding what exactly your role is here?"

"No, Director. I understand perfectly fine."

"Oh, silly me. I just thought that since you're trying to order me around that you were secretly named Director." Valentina crosses her legs, her heels almost hitting you in the face where you sit under her desk. You let out a soft huff of complaint that you hope she doesn't hear.

The swift kick to your stomach tells you that she did.

The poor soul who's being chewed out right now expresses concern for the guttural noise that leaves your mouth. This only serves to piss Valentina off even more.

"Don't pay any attention to them," she scoffs, waving her hand dismissively. "They're still in training. Needs a lot of reprimanding."

"Right," the agent says awkwardly.

"It's kind of like house training a puppy," Valentina continues. "You have to be firm and consistent."

"Can I be dismissed, Director?"

Even though her face is out of view, you know she's rolling her eyes. "If you must."

The door clicks shut. Suddenly, Valentina hooks a finger into your collar and yanks you out from under her desk. You almost fall on your face, quickly adjusting into a proper kneeling position at her feet. She pushes the tip of her heel under your chin, tilting your head up to look at her. The movement and the angle gives you a tantalizing view of her legs, especially where her pencil skirt has ridden up. You jolt back into focus when she snaps her fingers.

"Hey, eyes up here," Valentina scolds. "You're embarrassing me, you know that? I've given you the privilege of being by my side all day. Mel doesn't even get that."

A slight pang of jealousy runs through you at the mention of Valentina's assistant. You let out a disgruntled noise. Valentina kicks you again.

"Enough of that. You're being a brat. Mel doesn't get to kneel at my feet, now does she?"

You shake your head. If she wanted to hear you talk, she'd say so.

(She never says so.)

"Right. So stop complaining so much." Valentina reaches for her designer purse that's simply much bigger than any woman needs. She pulls something from it, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "I really shouldn't reward bad behavior, you know. And I'm not sure how much of a punishment this is for you, given how much it turned you on the last time I did it."

She hikes her skirt up and slides the harness on, adjusting the buckles to her liking. You feel yourself throb as she finishes getting the strap-on in place.

Valentina hooks her finger into the ring of your collar and pulls you forward. The tip of the toy presses against your lips. You wait for her permission.

"If this little mouth is stuffed full of strap, it can't complain anymore," Valentina says, stroking your cheek with faux affection. She slaps you lightly, not enough to really hurt but enough for it to tingle against your skin. "Go."

The command has been ingrained in you at this point. You open your mouth, feeling the weight of her cock on your tongue as you take her length. Lucky for you, she chose a smaller toy today. Though, you're sure that your jaw will hurt by the afternoon.

Valentina nudges you to move back under her desk. She scoots her chair forward, caging you in. You silently hope for some praise that you know will never come.

Soon, the only sounds filling the office is Valentina typing and the soft wet noises of you sucking her strap.

[strange-aeons]

all of your posts are shit they're all just fucking faggot feed

Uh yeah that's why I'm on tumblr???

[caroldantops]

For kinktober may I please request more naga Agatha 🙏🏻 I’m thinking about her punishing reader with a cage but it’s a punishment in the way a masochist is “punished” by being hurt. It’s just another fun game like the chase.

Lowkey doesn’t need smut but if there’s room I’m thinking Agatha only using very light pressure. Enough to feel good but not enough to come :p

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word count: 1050

notes/warnings: gender neutral reader, brat reader, intox play, cages, idiots in love <3

read the previous naga agatha fic

"You're testing me today, bunny," Agatha hisses. You give her a defiant look, not dropping your gaze, but staring at her with the confidence of someone who doesn't fear consequence. "So, it's going to be like that, hmm?"

A long, serpentine tail slithers up your leg. You don't waver as it curls around your thigh, squeezing around your limb threateningly. Agatha raises an eyebrow at you. Not only have you been a complete brat all day, bothering her for attention while she's been trying to research an ancient magical artifact that she has her eyes on, but now you're not giving in to her prodding?

"It's almost like you want to be punished."

"Me? Never. I'm an absolute angel." You bat your eyelashes at her. Agatha snorts at that.

"Yeah, and I'm an ordained priest."

"Then won't you forgive me, Father?"

"Ridiculous," Agatha chuckles. She turns away from you, her tail sliding off your body. You pout. You were really expecting more of a reaction, but perhaps Agatha really is too busy to entertain your antics today. Or maybe she was testing to see how far you'd push her.

You decided to put all your money on the latter.

While Agatha is turned away from you, flipping through dusty tomes written in dead languages that you don't understand, you tug your shirt over your head. You step carefully over her long tail that's curled along the basement floor as you walk over to her. Your chest presses against her back as you wrap your arms around her, and you hear her breath hitch.

"Bunny," she warns.

"Agatha." You brush her hair aside so you can press kisses to her neck.

Suddenly, you're yanked away from her body, her tail tight around your waist. She tilts you upside-down, and you squirm. Agatha turns to face you now, bringing you close to her face. Her forked tongue darts out. You know she smells your arousal. All the blood in your body rushes to your head in this position, and you can feel yourself getting dizzy. Luckily, she doesn't feel like dealing with your passed out body today. She flips you upright again, but her body coils around your whole torso, pinning your arms to your sides.

"You're so desperate," Agatha says. "Such a needy thing, can't stand going a single minute without my attention."

Before you can respond, Agatha leans in and sinks her fangs into your shoulder. You gasp at the sharp pain. She injects you with the smallest trace of venom, and you groan as you feel warmth spread through your body. Agatha's venom is essentially a sedative, so in trace amounts, all you feel is floaty and boneless. A little delirious, almost like you're drunk.

You love when she bites you. You always joke that the moment you fell in love with her was when she first sank her fangs into your neck.

Agatha looks at you with an amused smile as she watches the venom take hold. You giggle when she squeezes you tighter.

"Dumb bunny. Don't you know you're supposed to be scared of me?"

"I am," you drawl. "But in like, a sexy way."

Agatha slithers around the room with you in her grip. The feeling of her smooth scales against your skin makes you shiver. She pulls out something heavy, her arm muscles flexing as she does. You're too busy admiring her biceps to register what's happening until she's dropping you into a metal cage. The top grate closes, clicking shut above you.

"Hey, this is like how we met," you say with a dopey smile.

Agatha laughs, the memory fresh in her mind. You were a young adventurer back then, too new to the game to realize you were venturing into Naga territory, too inexperienced to realize that you had fallen right into her trap.

Normally, Agatha simply killed whoever dared try to take her treasure that she had worked so hard to steal for herself. But when she had you all caged up and drunk on her venom, you had simply looked at her with wide, curious eyes, and asked what her name was.

She decided to keep you when you made a silly joke asking, "Does anyone call you Nagatha? Y' know, since…you're snake. And name's Agatha."

Whenever she's brought up your horrible wordplay, you blame the venom in your system and point out that she was the one who was charmed by it.

Agatha's reminiscing is cut off by your whiny voice.

"Aggie," you pout and press your face against the bars. You blink up slowly at her. Even the smallest movement seems uncoordinated. "Why don't you wanna play with me?"

"I do. But I'm not going to reward your bratty behavior," Agatha says firmly, but softly. She runs the tip of her tail along the bars of the cage, a soft clinking noise ringing out with each hit. Her movement stops as she reaches where your face is. You bite your lip as she traces your cheek with her tail. "Just settle down, bunny. I promise I'll give you so much attention after I'm done looking through these books. If you're good for me."

"I'll be so good. The goodest ever," you say. You wiggle around in the cage, trying to get comfy.

"That means no touching yourself."

You pout. "No fair."

"Very fair."

Agatha runs the tip of her tail along your bottom lip. You part them, letting your tongue dart out to lick her before sucking on it lightly. Agatha growls, her eyes darkening. You know what that does to her, so even in your clouded headspace you recognize that it's taking a lot of her willpower to not fuck you.

"Nice try, bunny," Agatha says before turning away from you again. You sigh, slumping in your cage.

At least she's not far. You can watch her work, which is almost as good as being wrapped up in her embrace. With every little movement she makes, your mind wanders to all the delicious things she'll subject you too later. Every time she glances over at you and sees that you're behaving, she gives you a small smile and a bit of praise that sends shivers down your spine.

So maybe the cage isn't so bad after all.

[caroldantops]

silver!!! Tentacle!Mommy Agatha x Tentacle!Mommy Wanda x Reader? Absolutely filthy 😏 Pls and thank you!

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word count: 1127

notes/warnings: dark content ahead: dead dove do not eat, smut (18+), noncon/rape, agatha and wanda refer to reader as "it", choking, reader has a pussy, tentacle fucking, throatfucking, anal, mindbreak, kidnapping

read previous tentacle monster agatha and wanda fics

It's hard to breathe. You gasp for air as your vision starts to fade in and out, the tentacle wrapped around your throat cruel and unforgiving. You want to claw at the slippery muscle, but your arms are restricted as well, pinned behind your back by another tentacle wrapped around your torso.

Is this where you die? Between two monsters that dragged you into the woods?

"You're cutting off its air."

"Am I? How long can humans last without air?"

"Not very long. See, its face is turning colors."

"Oh, okay."

You take in a huge gulp of air as your neck is freed. Your vision starts to clear, but the darkness still makes it difficult to make out the creatures that are torturing you.

Or maybe toying with you is more accurate. They at least seemed to mildly care that you were suffocating.

"I want to see its body."

"You're so impatient."

"What the fuck are you?" You ask, your hoarse voice sounding much more bold than you're currently feeling.

One of them chuckles, its tentacle tightening around your waist. It moves a bit closer, and your eyes widen a bit.

Despite the monstrous appendage wrapped around you, the creature's face looks like a beautiful woman. Her long dark hair spills down her back in messy waves, her features are sharp and stern and calculating even as her lips are twisted in an impish smile. A little wider than it should be, like she could unhinge her jaw at any moment and devour you whole.

You silently wonder if this creature is what sailors thought sirens were. Her beauty could surely lure you into the deep.

The other one steps forward a little as well. Her hair is auburn, and her green eyes shine with a light that reminds you that, despite their pretty faces, these two are not human. She tilts her head at you with curiosity.

The clouds above part a bit, and the moonlight helps you see them clearer. Their bodies are difficult to make out the form of since they're dressed in flowing cloaks. Maybe beneath the fabric is some scaly abomination. Or perhaps something more haunting like a foggy, spectral form.

The only things visible other than their tentacles are their arms, legs, and head, all of which appear human for the most part, but with enough differences to make you nervous.

There's an eerie glow to their skin, almost like some sort of power is shimmering beneath the pale surface. Their fingers are long and their fingers are stained black, the nails of them looking more like viscous claws.

And of course, their tentacles. They emerge from the folds of the fabric at various places along the monsters torsos, about as thick around as your arm and almost twice the length of your body.

The tentacles of the dark haired one are a deep purple. The others are a striking red. Scarlet.

"Well, your kind would refer to us as aliens," Purple says, tapping her chin with her finger thoughtfully. "We're not exactly from another planet, but suppose another realm probably still qualifies."

"Aren't you telling it an awful lot?" Scarlet interjects. Purple rolls her eyes.

"Who cares? We could snap it in half like a twig." She squeezes you tight for emphasis. You kick your feet pathetically.

This only seems to amuse them. The air around you is cold against your skin when they begin tearing at your clothes. You try your best to fight back, thrashing whatever limbs you can, but every time you do, a tentacle grabs you and holds you still.

"Stop," Scarlet growls in your ear. Her body is pressed against you from behind. "Stop fighting us."

"I kind of like it." Purple grins. "It's cute watching it resist."

You feel something slick and wet and incredibly thick prod between your legs. You gasp as you feel it graze your clit, sliding through your folds until it pokes at your entrance.

"There it is."

"Wait, stop!"

"Shut up!" A red tentacle wraps around your throat, not choking you yet but flexing threateningly.

"Let it cry. No one can hear it anyway." Purple's breathing is heavy against your face as she pushes into your cunt, her brow furrowed in concentration. You cry at the stretch, the moisture of her tentacles only slightly helping ease the pain since you're not nearly wet enough to take the girth comfortably. "Oh, it feels divine."

"I want to feel."

You feel another tentacle try to push beside the other.

"No, please! It already hurts, please don't." Your words come out as a pained moan. Your pussy is accommodating to the tentacle with each thrust, your body giving in to the brutal pounding. Slick, wet noises fill your ears, and you can feel your juices running down your thighs now.

It shouldn't feel so good, but fuck.

"It has other holes, get your own or wait your turn," Purple grunts.

"The other one is too tight."

"Figure it out then!"

In any other situation, you'd find their bickering amusing. But you instead use it as an opportunity to bite down on one of the red tentacles that's sliding across your face.

"Ow! It bit me!" Scarlet sounds genuinely offended, which makes you smirk a little. She makes a little frustrated noise, and suddenly the tentacle that you just sunk your teeth into is being pushed past your lips. Your eyes widen as you gag around it. Her voice is low as she speaks in your ear. "There, that should keep your mouth occupied. Mm, you're so warm and wet, human."

Any response you could give is muffled by her thrusting into your throat. Your eyes roll back in your head as they use your body. Lightheaded, you can barely tell what's happening as they manhandle you into different positions, exploring every inch of your body with their hands and mouths and tentacles. When they finally decide they don't care about your comfort and start using all three of your holes, your body goes limp.

"Is it okay?" You hear Scarlet ask. Her voice sounds distant. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth—a purple one, this time—as you feel their tentacles pump a thick fluid inside of your pussy and ass.

"Probably. I'm tired of being out here, let's take it back to base and keep experimenting."

You suddenly feel empty as the tentacles are all pulled from your holes. You cough and drool, your chin coated in your own spit and whatever liquid the monsters secrete. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and your asshole twitches, gaping obscenely.

The last thing you feel before you black out is tentacles lifting you up and cradling you against a warm body.

[byulyi]

x

[legacies-safari]

[agathaspett]

OH MY GOD

[ray-marisha]

Margaret Qualley (and Geraldine Viswanathan) in DRIVE AWAY DOLLS (2024)

[caroldantops]

this is very much out of nowhere, but im about to enter a really hard time and i wanted to express some things to all of you (and vent a little, but the heavy stuff is under the read more)

i am endlessly, endlessly grateful for all of you. i get a lot of messages and comments saying that you guys are grateful for the space ive created where you can explore and indulge yourselves and i re-read all of those so often because it really is amazing to me that a blog that i started almost 6 years ago on a whim has become this special. and i wanted to express that you guys have made me feel those same things. i know i can come on here and talk about the most insane shit and at least one of you will match my freak 💜

ill keep the details below the cut in case its something that might be triggering and its just generally upsetting, but the summary of it is that i have been having ongoing family turmoil for like...3 or 4 years now? and i have always been able to count on this blog being here as a distraction away from it. seriously, when im upset and need to take my mind off things, this is the first place i come. maybe its given me mildly unhealthy coping mechanisms but its probably miles better than alternatives! (smut keeping me from substance abuse fr)

even the couple of times i went on hiatus i always came back because this is just...my space. the gay people in my phone are all here and they are wonderful.

thank you all for sticking with me for all these years. im going to keep this blog alive and kicking as long as i can 💜

and hey, if you made it this far...it feels awkward asking because it feels like emotional manipulation to hit you with this but because of the reasons below, i anticipate taking off work for a bit soon. so if you want to support me a bit so i could potentially do that to give myself a break, here's my ko-fi link

actual vent below the cut, tw for parent death

there's not really a way to sugar coat it, so i wont. my mother has been struggling with dementia for about 4ish years. it started getting more noticeable right around when i graduated in 2021, and around that time or a bit after is when we realized that her sudden personality shift was because of dementia.

i know it probably seems weird to hear from someone in their 20s. for reference, i was adopted so my parents and brothers are all generally older than typical (my parents are in their 70s (my moms 74 on oct8th), my oldest brother is 51 (almost same age as hahn :p)

she's had a steady decline for the past two years, this past year it's been pretty exponential. we moved her into a memory care facility around thanksgiving last year because she needed 24/7 care and my dad had just had a heart attack/open heart surgery so we couldnt care for her at home anymore.

she was put in hospice care about a month ago, and they initially had told us she had anywhere from 10 days to 6 months. the past few weeks have been really rough. not eating or drinking, bedridden, generally unresponsive.

today, they have decided to start withholding any drugs other than painkillers, and told us that now is the time to say goodbye her because it will most likely be the last time.

im at the point where ive accepted the reality of it (ive been at that for a while, really), but im sure that when we hit the process of her funeral and such that its going to hit like a brick. especially because two of my siblings are pretty useless so my dad, my oldest brother and i are probably going to be doing a lot of the heavy lifting. ive been put in charge of picking out what she will wear when she gets put to rest which...jesus christ thats a fucking insane thing to have to think about.

anyway. yeah, thats where i am. i will probably post an update at some point, but ill keep it brief. i dont like to post heavy stuff on here a lot, mainly just because this is my space to get away from that. but this blog is so tied to my life and you guys are legitimately so important to me that it feels like a place where i can be a bit vulnerable about all of this.

again, thank you. especially if you made it all the way down here. i didnt mean to write so much really :p but its a lot to explain..yeah. okay bye back to my regular posting now

[tvrded]

I’ve been a bad girl daddy

Okay go kill yourself honey

[my-ny]

Agatha All Along + text posts pt. ∞

[willgrahamscock]

I read one(1) problematic fanfiction and now I endorse all evil things in this world

[ellowynthenotking]

Reblog to endorse all evil things in this world

[pezpenser205]

im sorry but when you grow up and interact with people irl youre gonna have friends where you dont fw their tastes. sometimes youre gonna meet someone chill whos also a hazbin hotel fan or have a really nice coworker that likes taylor swift and youre gonna need to mind your business and shut the fuck up or youre gonna be real lonely

[sals-sonic]

I love you ao3, I love you dead dove, I love you dark and fucked up ships, I love you weird and unusual kinks, I love you porn without plot, I love you unapologetic violent fiction, I love you horror, I love you splatterpunk, I love you unreliable narrators, I love you morally gray characters, I love you characters with no morals whatsoever, I love you authors that write whatever you want, I love you authors who don't stop others from writing whatever they want, I love you readers with critical thinking skills, I love you media literacy

[iluvdykes-deactivated20251123]

i'm sexually interested in whatever's wrong with you

[thislotuseater]

"Power looks good you."

"Honey, everything looks good on me."

Agatha All Along | 1x08 - Follow Me My Friend