Requested by a lovely anon. Hope you enjoy! Also, my asks are open for writing requests - check my pinned post for stuff that's likely to catch my interest ^-^
Every adventurer knew that you had to keep a look out for traps while raiding a dungeon. After all, anybody who didn't would quickly be promoted from the role of "adventurer" to "rapidly decaying set dressing". You kept a keen eye out for tripwires glinting near the floor, and checked every door for suspicious mechanisms before opening it. You were cautious... but not quite cautious enough.
The moment you felt the flagstone sink beneath your boot with a soft click, you knew you'd made a big mistake. Your stomach lurched as the floor gave way beneath you, and you found yourself skidding down a steep slope. But instead of meeting your doom in a pit of spikes, or lava, or toxic sludge, you landed with a gentle thump on something squishy. Not dead... that was a nice surprise.
The chamber you had landed in was small and cramped, and almost completely dark besides the faint light spilling in from the trapdoor above. You brushed your fingers along the mysterious surface covering the floor, trying to work out what it was. It was soft, smooth and slimy beneath your fingertips. Weird. Some kind of plant or cave lichen, maybe?
Then it twitched. A moment later, the entire soft mass you were sitting on began to shift and squirm beneath you. It was alive... and you just woke it up.
Your heart leaped and you tried to scramble away, but something snaked around your ankle. A tentacle, thick and powerful. You tried to pull your leg free but your panicked struggling only seemed to draw more attention to yourself, like a fly caught in a spider's web. More and more tentacles coiled around your body, snaking around your thighs, your arms, your waist. Every limb was caught in a vice-like grip as you were hoisted into the air, helpless to do anything but wriggle there defeatedly.
The thin light spilling into the chamber revealed glimpses of more tentacles rising up around you. How many were there? Dozens? Hundreds? Was it one creature, or several? And most importantly... what were they going to do to you now? You didn't have to wait long for your answer.
The tentacles slithered into your clothes and tore them from your body in a heartbeat, and you failed to stop a pathetic whimper escaping your lips. You felt something dripping down your skin, and looking down you noticed that the tentacles were secreting more and more of that strange slimy substance, smearing it onto your body in abundance as they continued to slither against you. It was cool and sweet-smelling and made your skin tingle, but it was far from unpleasant. In fact, it felt nice.
Your nipples stiffened against the cold, and you felt a flush of warmth deep in your stomach. Was that... arousal? No, surely not. This creature had you trapped, utterly at its mercy. Yes... yes, and that excited you deeply. You let out a trembling breath as that warm desire continued to build in your core. Just what was that tingly sweet secretion they were covering you in, and why were your thoughts starting to feel so foggy?
The tentacles forcefully wrenched your legs open, and on reflex you let out a moan. You felt another slither, and your heart skipped a beat as something firm and fat and slick pressed against your hole. Gently at first, then harder. You pushed your hips back against it like an invitation, and a softly whispered "please..." escaped your lips. It was doubtful that it even understood you, but that didn't matter. You wanted... no, you needed this beast to ravish you.
With a final strong push the thick appendage entered your body, and you your keening moans echoed throughout the chamber as it started fucking you. Hard. This one was different to the others. Its tip was more bulbous, and it was coated in little ridges and bumps that made your eyes roll back in your skull and your jaw hang slack in delight. Another one of those bulbous-tipped tentacles took its chance and plunged itself into your mouth, muffling your surprised yelp as it eagerly forced its way into your throat. Its taste and smell of its sweet nectar filled your senses, and it dripped thickly down your chin as you gulped and sucked on it.
You were vaguely aware of more tentacles curling around your body, rubbing themselves against your thighs, your chest, your hands, seeking any kind of friction against your body that they could get. One, apparently bolder than the others, buried itself roughly in your ass. All you could do was let out a stifled squeal at being so suddenly stretched open, but it didn't hurt. Even with two thick tentacles buried in your hind quarters, all you could think about was how good it felt.
Your head span, and the blood pounded in your ears. The sensation of being stuffed so utterly full was overwhelming. At some point you were vaguely aware that you climaxed, but that didn't stop the tentacles. Neither did they stop after your second orgasm, or third, and shortly afterwards you lost count. Every now and then one of the tentacles would release a few squirts of something thick and sticky into your holes, or all over your bare skin, but as soon as one retreated another would take its place.
How long did you spend there? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was impossible to tell, your brain was so drowned in bliss.
Yes, yes, keep going, keep going... your holes should belong to this beautiful creature and all its infinite, slithering limbs. You wanted to be fucked and stuffed and filled with its seed. You wanted to stay there forever.
The next thing you remember after that was waking up on the floor of the chamber. The writhing mass of tentacles covered the floor, apparently sleeping once more. Everything ached, and your loins and throat were sorer than they'd ever been before.
After some scrabbling around in the dark you discovered a tiny hatch in the far wall, and crawled through it. You found yourself in another area of the dungeon, thankfully one you recognised from before. You tried to stand but your legs felt like jelly, and the best you could do was to collapse, exhausted, against the wall.
You looked down at your body, now illuminated by the torchlight. Your limbs were peppered with bright red sucker-marks, and even now your legs were twitching and trembling after your ordeal. Almost every inch of bare skin was coated in the tentacles' sweet slimy nectar, amid streaks and splatters of that thicker, stickier stuff. Now that you were in the light, you noticed that the thicker fluid contained hundreds and hundreds of tiny little pink flecks, suspended inside it.
You vaguely wondered if these were some kind of spores - a mechanism for these creatures to reproduce. It didn't seem very mobile, so perhaps it needed an organism to carry its offspring far away. And it just so happened that your body provided plenty of warmth and moisture to sustain these things until they could root themselves elsewhere.
You shook your head, and started limping towards the exit. What kind of pervert made this dungeon?
... and why did you have the strange feeling that you'd be coming back here again soon?
I'm Patchwork/ Patch (she/they/it), your local silly weird girlthing. This is my main blog, but it's mainly used for reblogging horny stuff or fawning over my very pretty mutuals when they post pics. This is an 18+ blog so minors better get the fuck out!!
Most of the interesting stuff happens on my smut writing sideblog, @patchwork-girlfailure. Go check it out, ya freaks :3
(I seperated my blogs this way because I'm actually feeling proud of my writing and I don't want it to vanish in an endless sea of reblogs)
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I'm Patchwork/ Patch, your local silly weird girlthing. This is my smut writing and hornyposting blog, and it's very much 18+ so minors better get the fuck outta here.
My main blog is @all-sewn-up-girl - likes and follows will come from there. You can follow it if you want, but it's largely gonna be reblogs. Most of the interesting stuff is here :3
The Basics...
Patch/ Patchwork, 22 years old, transfem (she/they/it)
Queer, T4T and polyamorous (the content of my blog will very much reflect this!)
Asks, anons, and DMs are encouraged! You are welcome to flirt, tease, be horny, etc.
Writing requests!
Send me a request or writing prompt in an ask! Requests for erotic stories are fully encouraged :3
Give as much or as little detail as you want. You can suggest themes, POV styles, reader gender, etc.
See below the cut for a list kinks/ themes that are likely to capture my interest. I will ignore prompts that go beyond my limits.
Feel free to claim an anon signature - I'd like to get an idea of the kind of people that interact with my blog!
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Tags for sorting my blog(s)
Tags that I use this blog:
patchwork.rambles for silly or non-horny posts.
patchwork.thirsts for raw unrefined hornyposting.
patchwork.fantasies for longer stories and fantasies - stuff that had a bit more thought put into it!
patchwork.draws for my art.
patchwork.answers for replying to my asks (including writing prompts inspired by asks).
Tags that I use on my main blog, @all-sewn-up-girl.
patchwork.pics or pictures of myself (usually quite mild)
patchwork.fawns for fawning over other cuties on this website <3
See below the cut for kinks and themes you can expect to see me post about.
Yes please! (I will very happily engage if you send me this stuff! Writing prompts including these things are likely to catch my interest)
T4T (love love love it!)
Free use (including public/ exhibitionism stuff)
Kissing/ cuddling/ affection bc I'm a sappy soggy bitch (though usually in a horny way as well)
Praise, degradation, and praise and degradation at the same time!
ngl I thought for a moment "whoa where do you find doctors that do all that along with giving you shots!" before realizing you probably didint get your shot at a clinic. Congrats on drug that makes you boobs!
to the anon who asked me to write a tentacle-oriented fic last week:
please know that i have seen your ask and i like the idea! i'm just working on a few things in parallel rn so it'll be cooking for a little while longer.
honestly every time you change your pfp i look through the people i follow and go "oh man... did she block me?... damn..." and then i realize you are still there and breath a sigh of relief, im a little stupid lol <3
awh, sorry for spooking you out sweetie! truthfully, i might change it again relatively soon, because i get silly and perfectionist about these things ^^'
