I don't really have a headcanon for the 5-sentence fic thing, I just would really, really love to see some Nemesis from you if you'll write for him? Tysm if you do!
If he catches you, he’ll kill you, painfully and without mercy, at least that’s the thought that had kept you motivated to keep running even though your lungs burned, your muscles ached, your bones felt as though they could snap at seemingly every turn.
His hand is large enough to encompass the span of your rib cage, could probably shatter the whole thing with one good push, but as he pins you into the cold, hard, red brick of a random Mini-Mart, that fact is now the last thing on your mind.
There is only one neuron in your brain that's still active right now, and it's entirely consumed by his tentacle... thing... whatever the fuck it is, and how it's buried deep inside your hole, twisting and twitching, pumping and pulsing against your tight walls and has been for longer than you could even try to recall.
At one point, the sight of his milky-white eye locked onto your body had shaken your very core, and his roar had struck fear into your delicate heart. Now, up close and personal, that same pearly orb looks almost amorous—if he’s even capable of such a thing, it makes you want to blush, and he’s not bellowing anymore; he's purring.
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Nico Robin but she sprouts tentacles instead of hands.
She loves watching you fall apart, your vulnerability is exquisite. She has a tentacle around each limb, spreading you open and lifting you above the ground. A tentacle smooths over your soaked pussy, making you squirm and tug against your restraints, before slipping into your waiting cunt.
In the next couple of thrust a tentacle is pushed into your ass hole, stretching you out. You moan and cry when you're stuffed to the brim with gross alien appendages. Another tencles is stuffed in your mouth and down your throat.
By this point you're completely and utterly ruined. Whining, crying, eyes rolled back, incapable of thinking about anything other than being filled by Robin.
it would be awfully cool to have a slick tentacle coil around my head and covering my eyes before slipping into my mouth and pumping slime down my throat
❥ summary; rain and dewdrop’s tentacles come out to play :)))) ❥ warnings; t4t raindrop, tentacles, dew has one, rain has two. cunt, pussy, clit, folds, dick, used for their anatomy, tentacles are girls, so they’re referred to accordingly with fem pronouns ❥ authors note; i hate this n i’m sick so, probably not the best ❥ wc; 2.8k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
it’s late into the night when dewdrop roughly types out a text to rain. she wants to play, is all it says but rain will know what he means by that and while he doesn’t really expect rain to be awake at three in the morning, he has to try, he’s desperate
she has been keeping him awake for hours, writhing around frantically beneath the surface of his skin and forcing pools of slick to soak through his boxers. the problem dewdrop has is, she’s picky, fussy, won’t come out for him ninety nine percent of the time. she wants rain.
within seconds his phone buzzes lightly against his pillow and something in dew’s stomach twists. checking his phone confirms what he already knows, rain is awake. sure, he’s only sent that thumbs up emoji dewdrop hates but now is not the time to lecture rain on how sarcastic one little emoji can look, he’s, she’s, desperate
it’s not long before rain is slipping into dewdrop’s room, minutes if that, sending streaks of light from the hallway across the darkened room, “hey,” rain whispers as he locks the door behind him. he sounds desperate too, dewdrop notices, like he’s been waiting for this as well
“c’mere,” dewdrop whines, one of his hands doing a silly grabby motion at the water ghoul while his other hand disappears down under the waistband of his boxers, his fingers slipping over his stiff clit which is bathed in slick
rain chuckles lightly as he, sort of, hops across the room, shoving his pyjama pants down his legs as he goes. he knows the drill, there’s no point in wasting time. once he’s only clad in his boxers, a pair that look suspiciously like dew’s, only then does he clamber onto the bed
dewdrop’s thighs fall apart almost instantly, letting rain settle his body between them, “she being picky?” rain asks, still hushed and low given the early hour, as he presses kisses to dewdrop’s jaw. he doesn’t really have to ask though, he can already feel the damp spot on dew’s boxers through his own
“uh huh,” dewdrop whines and sinks his fingers into the silky soft skin over rain’s hipbones, stretched tight and sensitive underneath the prick of dew’s claws, “make her come out,” he all but begs, too driven with need to care about how pathetic he sounds
“yeah, okay,” rain sighs, hovering to brush his nose against dewdrop’s for a second before smushing their lips together and then, he starts to wiggle down the bed, peppering kisses over the fire ghouls ribcage as he goes, right over the scarred remnants of his gills
before rain has even managed to get comfortable between dewdrop’s thighs, the fire ghoul is rolling his hips up and shoving his boxers down just enough for rain to pull them the rest of the way off, dropping them down the side of dew’s bed for him to find in the morning
there’s a slick wet sound when dewdrop parts his thighs again, spreading his pussy inches away from rain’s face. he’s pretty, his dusky little cock peeks out between his folds and he’s completely drenched in his own slick
“can see her,” rain comments, eyes focused on the smooth patch of skin just under dew’s clit where, beneath the surface, his tentacle is wriggling, threatening to come out
dew’s fingers thread through rain’s hair, “make her come out,” he repeats, punched out words leaving his mouth as he tries to tug rain closer to where he wants him but rain simply blows a stream of cold air over his cunt, “rain,” he whines with a shiver
ideally rain would take his time, coax her out slowly but neither her, or her owner, seem to be willing to wait any longer than they have to. the skin holding her back has thinned enough to prove dew has been trying to get her out for a while already and rain isn’t mean enough to make him wait
“c’mon then,” rain whispers and leans in to kiss dewdrop’s clit, leaving his lips coated in slick, “c’mon pretty girl,” he whispers again, though his tone shifts, getting lower as he talks to her
dewdrop’s tentacle writhes, pressing hard against the membrane standing between her and her favourite ghoul, who is not the one she belongs to. rain gently pets at where she’s hidden, biting on his bottom lip as he focuses
“she knows,” dewdrop pants, the rest of his sentence failing to come out as his back arches a little under rain’s gentle touch, “she k-knows it’s you,” he tries again, whining high and reedy
rain can’t help but smile, “she always does,” he sounds a little smug but he’s earned it, dewdrop can’t chew him out for it, “y’gonna come see me?” he asks, her, not dew
there’s a moment of silence, both ghouls holding their breath in anticipation as dewdrop’s body finally seems to give way, the tiniest little slit starting to spread, “s-she’s, fuck, she’s coming,” dew cries, his fingers tightening in rain’s hair
“i kn- oh,” rain gasps, his body jerking a bit as dewdrop’s tentacle forces her way out with a splash that drips over rain’s neck and chest, “there she is,” rain coos over the moan rumbling out of dewdrop
she’s shorter than she once was, thinner too. the transition dewdrop went through took away most of what she was, slippery and pearlescent, covered in little suckers now reduced to scales that are reminiscent of burnt embers, dark on the surface with a glowing orange hidden underneath
rain thinks she’s gorgeous, dewdrop would argue that she’s not but he never wins. she seeks rain out almost immediately, her few inches curling around his fingers in excitement, she’s missed him
“feel better?” rain mumbles, to dew this time, though his attention is still on his cunt. gentle scales rub against his fingers and it sort of tickles, he can’t help but chuckle
dewdrop sighs, content finally, “yeah, c’mere,” he huffs, pulling on rain’s hair to try and get him back up the bed. rain grunts but goes, leaving his hand between dewdrop’s thighs as he flops down on his side next to the fire ghoul
subconsciously, rain’s thighs press together, no subtlety in his obvious arousal for the situation in front of him and the way dewdrop is grinding his hips to push his cunt further against his hand really isn’t helping
“yours comin’ out to play?” dewdrop asks him through a soft pant, his head rolling to the side on his pillow to look at rain through long lashes, “she wants them,”
rain gives a short nod and retracts his hand from between dew’s thighs, ignoring the whine that catches in the back of dewdrop’s throat so he can undress himself the rest of the way, his boxers joining dew’s on the floor
“both of them?” rain asks and dew’s stomach swoops low as it’s his turn to nod. it’s not unheard of for water ghouls to have two tentacles but it is extremely rare. somehow it makes sense that rain is one of the ghouls who managed to get lucky
it’s rarer that his tentacles are better behaved than most too, loyal to their owner and his needs, unlike dewdrop’s fussy little princess. so, as dew pulls one of rain’s thighs over his stomach, spreading rain open and exposing him, the twin set of tentacles in his body seem to get the message
“fuh-ck, they’re right there,” dew moans as he snakes his fingers down between rain’s legs, tips pressing right under rain’s little clit where he can feel both tentacles waiting patiently, not writhing around frantically like his was
rain pants a short, uh huh, as he reaches back down to dew’s pussy, still soaked and slicked up enough for rain to rub tantalisingly slow circles over his clit, aided by dew’s tentacle twisting around his fingers
the speed in which rain’s body submits is almost annoying to dewdrop as he feels the telltale little slit starting to thin and form underneath his fingers, “they’re coming?” dewdrop half tells and half asks rain
“shi-, yeah,” rain whimpers and his eyes flutter shut. his fingers still over dewdrop as he takes a second to concentrate on the feeling, the desperate urge to suddenly have them out weighs on him as he bares down, until
the flood of slick that splashes over everything, always makes both ghouls jump. double the tentacles somehow means double the slick, so, as rain’s girls surge from his body, his thighs, dew’s hand, forearm and his bed, all get soaked in the process
“fuck rainy,” dewdrop moans, they both do, as his drenched hand gets, gently, attacked by two sets of suckers, latching onto anything they can find, “pretty girls,”
and they are, they’re both long, thick at their bases and thinner at their tips. they’re a pretty pearlescent colour that reflects pastel pinks and blues and both littered with suckers that can, and will, attach themselves to anything
dewdrop wrangles them into his fist, sliding the length of them and back down, almost jerking them off and rain keens, his hips stuttering forwards to push his tentacles further through dew’s loose fist
“come here,” rain chokes through a moan and paws at dewdrop, softly handling his body until dew’s back is pressed flat to rain’s chest, “let me, them, fuck you, please,” he huffs a hot breath over dew’s shoulder
whatever swooped low in dew’s stomach earlier, does it again, the intensity of it has multiplied though, “yea-, fuck, yeah let ‘em,” he groans, bumping his ass back towards rain, thighs spread and cunt exposed, willing and ready
having two tentacles makes rain’s job too easy, they’re stacked one on top of the other, joined at the base inside of rain’s body. so, the one on top, closest to dewdrop worms it’s way forwards, slipping between the fire ghouls folds
the one on the bottom, closest to rain’s drippy little hole, goes right there, curling itself downwards so the tip can circle around his entrance teasingly. they’re well behaved, not perfect
rain’s hand slips along the back of dew’s thigh, holding it up just enough for his tentacle to explore, “o-oh fuck,” dewdrop grunts, his chin to his chest so he can watch his own tentacle excitedly twisting around rain’s, a filthy press of scales to suckers
“y-yeah,” is all rain manages to reply, his jaw clenching and teeth pressing together because he can feel everything. the warmth and wetness of dew’s pussy, the harsh slip of scales against his tentacle and then his own cunt, his hole clenching around nothing as his tentacle continues to tease at it, never dipping past the surface
neither ghoul really wants to take much more teasing but it’s dewdrop who moves first. his hand shoots down between his legs, fingers separating his tentacle from rain’s, “i need it, so bad, just fuck me,” he pants, guiding rain’s tentacle back to where his body is leaking copious amounts of slick
slowly, and at the same time, both of rain’s tentacles push in. one pressing into dew’s body and one into his own, both surrounded by wet, searing heat, “fuck, it’s tight,” rain groans, his head tipping back. whether he’s talking about him or dewdrop is unclear, they’re both tight
his tentacles seem to hear him and though he has little, to no, control over them, they both seem to get thicker, stretching both ghouls out nicely as they venture deeper, their suckers clinging to all the soft spots neither of them can reach on their own
“you’re s’big,” dewdrop moans wantonly, his head tipping back onto rain’s chest. he stares up at the water ghoul, who’s panting and squeezing hard at his thigh, “kiss me,”
normally, dewdrop wouldn’t ask for anything, he’d just take but he’s already too far gone to make the effort. he just pouts and tips his chin up, hoping that rain takes the hint
and he does. rain grunts through gritted teeth as his tentacle buried deep inside of dewdrop presses deeper, right up against the fire ghouls cervix, “could slip right in, you know,” rain murmurs as he presses his lips to dew’s, silencing the whimper he was half way through
it’s a messy kiss, their lips barely touching before they part and rain’s tongue is pressing against dew’s. rain’s hand leaves dew’s thigh, sliding up his body to wrap around his neck, not really squeezing, just holding him still so rain can take, and take, and take
dewdrop’s hand shoots down his own body at the same time, his fingers slipping over his little dick quickly and in turn, he clenches down, tighter around rain, making the water ghoul moan into his mouth
“m’not gonna last long,” rain manages to huff between kisses. it’s not exactly a secret, neither of them ever last very long once their tentacles come out to play, dewdrop usually tips over the edge faster than he does though
rain’s tentacle, the one buried to the hilt inside of himself, mirrors the one inside of dew as they both start to pull out, to the tips, only to fuck straight back into the holes they’re preoccupied with, “shit, me neither,” dew finally whimpers when rain pulls away to moan
both of their stomachs wind tight as slick wet sounds fill the darkened room. every movement of rain’s tentacle drawing more slick from both of their cunts until they’re dripping wet, soaking large spots into dew’s sheets
a particularly harsh press of the tip of rain’s tentacle to the soft little spot inside of him, makes dewdrop frantic, his need to cum rushing to the forefront of his mind, “rain-y, make me cum, please, make me cum on her,” he rambles as his body writhes in rain’s grasp
the sudden desperation does everything for rain, his own stomach twisting as heat licks at his nerve endings, “f-fuck, yeah, okay, m’trying,” he grunts, willing his tentacles to do all the work for him as he shoves his hips forwards against dew
they’re reduced to soft pants, soft ah, ah, ah’s, as rain’s girls do their job. they continue to mirror each other, speeding up and curling deep inside of each ghoul, forcing their suckers to softly pinch and pull at too sensitive skin
dewdrop starts to fuck back onto rain, jerked movements of his hips that make rain grunt, his head hanging to watch dew moving over his tentacle, “she’s getting fatter,” dewdrop points out, only knowing that’s the case as his cunt is stretched wider
he’s not wrong though, both of them have doubled in thickness, alerting both ghouls to rain’s impending orgasm, if the stream of moans flowing from his mouth weren’t enough for that
“shush, i’m trying to wait, for you,” rain whimpers, tensing his stomach tight to try and hold it off. his hand slides over dewdrop’s hip, his fingers joining dew’s at his fat little clit, both of them rubbing and circling over the sensitive skin
rain’s thumb rubs at the scales on the underside of dewdrop’s tentacle and that seems to do it. the fire ghouls pussy flutters around rain at an alarming speed, “gon-, oh shi-, she’s gonna make me cum,” dewdrop whines and starts to nod, his wet fingers intertwining with rain’s
“cum, now, with me, droplet,” rain cries as his orgasm starts to pull through his body, both of his tentacles almost splashing in and out of them both with how wet they are and within seconds, dewdrop follows suit
they cry out, loud enough to wake up everyone in the abbey as rain’s tentacles pulse inside of their clenched cunts, flooding both of them with thick warm slick until they’re spent and falling limp, almost slipping from their bodies
dewdrop’s tentacle pulses feebly, a thick string of slick dripping from her, over both ghoul’s hands and onto the sheets, joining the already large puddle that’s formed under both of their bodies
“m’tired,” dewdrop mumbles once the post orgasm haze has settled heavy in his mind. his body goes lax, his weight pressing back into rain, who rolls them onto their backs
“fuck dew,” rain chuckles, brushing his soaked thumb over dew’s knuckles. he brings them up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to each one, ignoring the slick that covers his lips once more, “gotta change the sheets,” he cringes as cold wet fabric sticks to his skin
before either of them can move though, they gasp “oh,” and shudder as rain’s tentacles slip free, retreating partially back into their owners body
finally, dewdrop rolls to face rain, a lazy, sleepy, smile on his face as he leans in to press an open mouthed kiss to the centre of rain’s throat, “or, we can sleep in your bed and change the sheets later,” he murmurs
rain chuckles, “yeah, okay but you’re paying me back” he grunts as he tries to move, the sensitivity between his thighs making him hiss slightly
“pay you back? pay them back,” dewdrop frowns playfully as he gestures to rain’s tentacles, “they did all the work, they’re good girls,”
dewdrop just smirks as rain shivers at his words, his mind swimming with possibilities to pay his favourite girls back for their hard work
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