Feel free to call me Cyd! I'm a writer and professional overthinker. I'm bi/aroace and genderfluid, so any pronouns work.
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I'm so BloodyMary pilled, I don't even consider it a crossover anymore, it's just canon to me now that Grace and Simon interact or that the Astrophage caused the Quiet Rapture. What do you mean the Erids DONT actually find the SM-13 lost in space and bring back a new human companion for Grace? They absolutely met and are besties (or something more) now. That's canon to ME 🩸🌟🍹
Imagine Seki finishing up a death match and coming out victorious, covered in blood, glass, and cuts deep enough to warrant an ER visit, but he doesn't look for a medic.
No, he looks for you.
He knows that you're waiting for him in his dressing room, preparing for when he returns to you and you have to wrap him up. The moment he enters the dressing room, you can tell he's in need of release. Seki pushes you onto the couch, ripping at your clothes after earning a consenual kiss from your wet lips. He wouldn't plan on ruining you otherwise.
The door isn't locked, but no one is going to bother you after hearing the smacking of flesh and guttural growls echoing down the hall. You cling to him, screaming from how roughly he plows into you, claiming you as his.
You're mine, he'd bellow, all mine to fuck, to devour, to worship.
Both of you come hard and crash on the floor in a heap of flesh and substance. Ten minutes pass, the fog lifts, and the two of you witness the damage done to the room.
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Content: NSFT, tentacles, at home tentacle kit, experiment gone sɛxuæl, teratophilia, Omori saves the day, bottoms!Kanoh/Takayama, top!Omori, science is fun, anªl, beefy boys, teasing, and mindless tentacle fun.
Kanoh x Takayama
Step 1: pour the eggs into warm water.
Step 2: allow them to soak for 24 hours.
Step 3: have fun with your new tentacle toy!
❗Caution: do not soak for more than 24 hours. ❗
"Simple instructions," Kanoh sighed, "and a stupid man trying to play chemist."
Taka growled in annoyance. They had used the bathtub to soak the eggs in Taka's apartment. It regulated temperature easier than anything else in the flat, but was also forgotten as soon as the shower curtain was closed. When it came time to check on the eggs, they had disappeared in a trail of water leading out of the tub and into the hallway.
For two hours, the two crows searched the flat from top to bottom for the slimy creature, but no matter where they looked, it was still nowhere to be found. The box instructions said it had no fishy smell and that the tentacles were a mystery color, so neither fighter knew where its camouflage would keep it safest.
"What exactly is this thing?" Kanoh inquired.
"It's called a "Tentacle Roommate" for lonely tenants. You grow it in water like Orbeez and when you're horny, it comes out to play."
The Fang's brow bones attempted to furrow, but failed.
"Is it sentient?"
"Mildly. It picks up on hormones from its host when they're hot," Taka explained. "Maybe it senses our distress and doesn't like it."
Kanoh paused, taking in the information as it was presented. "Then perhaps it will come out of we get started without Omori."
Taka's expression went stern, eyes sparkling with intrigue and slight worry. What would happen if the two of them fucked around without Omori's command? Punishment wouldn't be too far behind and he was merciless when his rules were broken.
"Fine, but it's your fault if we get caught."
Kanoh nodded and began stripping. "Bedroom."
~*~
It hadn't been ten minutes into their foreplay when the bizarre sound of plip plap plip plap began slapping against the kitchen floor. Lying in a tangle of limbs, both crows peered towards the door to find a slew of plump, pink tentacles wriggling into the room. At first, they prepared to fight back against the creature; that is, until a slew of strong, slimy arms wrapped themselves around the men's limbs.
Kanoh had his wrists held tightly behind his back while Takayama's were thrown over his head. The two stared at each other, trapped in ocean bondage that left sucker bruises along their bodies. Regardless of how much they struggled for release, the tentacles refused to shift their position. Kanoh and Taka stared at one another, faces unreadable as they tried to break free to no avail.
It was only when two tendrils began teasing their holes did the reality of the situation set in.
Ssllurrpp! Kanoh groaned at the meaty stretch brought on by the thick tentacle. Suction cups latched onto the fighters' puffy nipples, suckling them and playing roughly with their fat tits. Takayama's hips began to buck into the tendril skewering his tight hole as it slowly pumped between his cheeks.
"Taka," Kanoh grunted against the man's sternum. "I know you hate to hear it, but you're very pretty."
"Shut up..." Taka blushed. "D-Don't call me that..."
A smaller set of tentacles found their way between the crows' massive torsos where two thick cocks were wet and begging for attention. bright red and whimpering, the tentacles were drawn to their desperation. A united cry of pleasure rattled the air as thousand of suction cups wrapped tightly around their cocks, conjoining them with a double tendril sliding into their urethras.
"Fang..." Takayama hiccupped.
"What is it?" Kanoh groaned. "What do you need?"
Taka didn't want to say it, but the overwhelming ecstasy was too much to bear and he needed this release.
"K-Kiss me," he whimpered.
Kanoh didn't hesitate to devour Takayama's mouth. Muffled moans mingled between salivated tongues as the tentacles pumped their bodies harder, bringing beads of precum bubbling from their cocks. Kanoh ground his hips into Taka's pelvis, completely lost in his own ecstasy.
"I'm gonna cum, Ag," Taka hiccupped.
"You had better not," came an additional voice.
There, standing in the doorway, was Omori, looking smug and entirely entertained. He was in a pair of loose sweats and shirtless with his glossy tits and his collection of thick abdominal muscles. Tentacles were suckling parts of his exposed toros, teasing him with suction spots, but even they knew who was in charge.
"If you cum, I'll ask your roommate to leave us alone," Omori threatened. "And it seems to listen to me better than either of you."
Kanoh growled in defeat, burying his face between Taka's plump breasts to ease his sexual frustrations. Omori found himself sitting comfortably in the corner chair typically used for holding laundry after a rough day. Fuck, he looked good. Like a sex god watching his loyal subjects put on a show.
"I'm sure your roommate's gonna love having visitors over, don't you think, boys?" Omori asked whilst lighting a cigar.
The two fucked out men simply groaned. It was going to be a long night.