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pfhwrittes · 3 months

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riffing off the poll i reblogged re: your blorbos doing top surgery. so these are some vague headcannons on how the members of tf141 would look after a reader post top surgery.

pairings: gaz x reader, soap x reader, simon x reader (romantic), john price & reader (platonic).

warnings: gaz refers to reader as babe and calls the reader handsome.

note: i’ve written this reader to be a trans man but can be read as anyone who wants top surgery. also i am firmly in the camp that you DON’T have to have surgery to be considered transgender or to have your gender respected. fuck knows it’s a hard enough process here in the UK, i can’t imagine my healthcare being stuck behind what is essentially a paywall.

gaz would be a sweetheart. he’d get you drinks and painkillers. he’d move your cushions/pillows around as much as you wanted. he’d pretend not to see when you burst into tears over pain/relief/a weird sense of mourning and fear. he’d even help you to the bathroom and linger outside the door (unlocked, he’d insist on it being unlocked) in case you need help with anything. the man gets your favourite takeaway and doesn’t make a fuss when you only eat a little bit of it because you’re feeling a bit nauseous from the meds you’re on. checks on your drains and dressings and soothes you when you catch sight of the swelling. he reassures you with forehead and cheek kisses when you’re upset and reassures you with a gentle babe you’re so handsome and brave, i can’t wait for you to show off your chest when you’re feeling better.

price would handle it from a more professional perspective (i am not saying reader would be in the military but i am saying that the man deals with paperwork most of the time anyway so he’d handle it for your work). he’s already sent off copies of your medical note from the surgeon, he’s filled in the paperwork to get sick pay. less hands on than gaz (but that’s only because i can’t see price with a trans man in a romantic or sexual way) so he doesn’t overstep but as your friend he’ll bring you food if you ask and painkillers too. checks in with you and sends you book recommendations, music recommendations and the occasional meme (don’t try to tell me he wouldn’t send you memes. that man is a millennial he knows what a fucking meme is) when you’re well enough to complain about being bored.

simon would be kind of a dick about it. listen i don’t make the rules but he would. he’s supportive enough. he’d give you a ride back from the hospital and get you to wherever is the most comfortable but he’s a bit shit at looking after you (the man has no practice outside of emergency medical care). you’d have to text him to get you a drink or painkillers. healthy nutritious food? no. what flavour pot noodle do you want? never mind you’re getting a bombay bad boy because that’s all he’s got in the cupboard. emotionally he’s not great at expressing how he’s feeling about your recovery so he comes across as gruff but that’s mostly because he’s repressing a whole bunch of trauma and fear that things won’t go well. he won’t touch you apart from holding your hand when you ask because he’s worried he’ll mess up your stitches but still it comes across as a bit cold.

soap the darling man is just so fucking excited for you. it’s a bit much actually while you’re still recovering and yeah you end up snapping and it hurts his feelings a little but he’ll try to play it off as not a big deal. he’s just so happy for you (and for himself because he cannot wait to get his hands on you now that you’ll let him because your chest is the way you want it)! super affectionate, peppers you with kisses all over your face. he’s similar to gaz in that he’s all about making you as comfortable as possible and tries to preempt any requests you have (gets you bottles of water and can of irn-bru because that’s what he always wants when he’s feeling under the weather, grabs you as many snacks as you want). unlike gaz he’s enough of a freak to insist on being in the bathroom with you when you need to go, he says it’s to make sure you’re safe but he’s definitely using it as an excuse to touch you as much as possible until you’re fully healed up.

#cod fic #ftm!reader #binders and boyfriends #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #john price and reader #kg #jp #jm #sr

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morethatyousaylessiknow · 8 months

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Forget all the slow dancing, baby we can take it to the bathroom.

Transmasc!reader x Transmasc!

Terms used for reader and Copia are

Cunt, clit, dick, etc.

A/N: Oopsies anyway..This is my first time writing smut. Please for the love of god don’t bully me 😭

Warnings: Warnings: Finger-Fucking, afab!receiving oral (both ways implied.) Implied Thigh-crushing kink, kink, bondage (slightly), poorly translated Italian, implied choking, and use of sex toys due to the transgender boys not having bottom surgery.

In no time at all, you were pressed up against the sink in the bathroom. Papa Emeritus IV had you gripping the edges of the marble sink, his leather glove thrown onto the side counter. His hand was shoved down your jeans, rubbing furious circles into your swollen clit. You stared at your reflection, wondering how you got here. He tugged at your hair, making you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Principe. So desperate for the touch of your papa.”

He only smiles behind you, before slipping his fingers fully into your slick-coated cunt. He pulls them out just as fast, running his tongue along his digits in an attempt to tease.

You only could groan, your thoughts becoming fuzzy as he continued to tease you through your tight jeans. One hand had a firm grasp around your neck, the other one rubbing against your core through your clothing. He flipped you around, so you were facing him.

“Good boy, Dolce. Do I have permission to eh- continue?”

He stumbles, his awkward demeanor still very present in his voice. You nod quickly, the tight feeling in your core tightening quickly.

“Fuck, Papa..”

You gasp as his fingers uncross the laces on your dress pants, only for him to realize you weren’t wearing boxers.

“God dammit, you truly are a filthy slut, huh? I like people who are bold, I’ll give you that-“

He snickers, picking you up and carrying you until you rest on his bed. He gets on his knees, pulling a grey shoe-box from under his bed. He pulls out a thick knot of red rope, glancing at you for your reaction.

You nod, anxious yet curious on what exactly he was going to do. He pulled your jeans off in one move, before glancing down once more at your face.

“Oh my gods, Copia please-“

You beg, as he ties your hands to his headboard. He backs away, now on his stomach in between your legs.

“I cannot wait to see how you taste, Rosebud.”

He smirks at the nickname, before diving between your legs and pressing a flat tongue against your dripping cunt.

is all you can muster, your thighs instinctively squeezing around his head. His eyes opened, green and white meeting your own gaze. His eyebrows knitted together as he moaned into your clit, his eyes rolling back and his hips jutting against the bed. You feel Copia’s hands snake around your thighs, gripping them as he continued drinking you down, licking and sucking at your swollen clit. It wasn’t too long before he pushed one of his hands through your thighs and into your hole, diligently working you to your limit. That knot in your stomach only got tighter, as you writhed against the restraints. As you squeezed tighter around his head and pulled his hair as he tongue-fucked you, his moans only grew rapid and his hips rolling against the bedsheets in an attempt to pleasure his neglected clit.

“Fuck, Copia.. I need to cum-“

You gasped, tears pricking at your eyes. He pulled your thighs away from his face, before kneeling between your legs.

“While I can’t fuck into you how I would like, I can give you a taste of what we can do.”

He sighed, unbuttoning his top and tossing it to the side, his torso becoming a quick attention-grabber. You stared at his T-scars, the 666 on his breast, the hair that trailed down to his untouched yet sopping cunt, everything. He groans, stripping himself of his jeans and boxers as he kneeled between your legs again.

“Tesoro, can I ask a favor of you?”

He tilts his head, running his hands up your hips.

“Yeah, whatever you want.”

He smiles, before undoing the restraints holding your hands from touching him.

“Can you return the favor, Caro Mio?”

You wasted no time, pushing his thighs apart and leaning your head down to taste his excitement for you.

You dive down between his thighs, sucking at his clit like a starving man. He grabs at your hair, forcing your tongue in his dripping wet cunt. “Yes Tesoro, oh fuck-”

You drill two fingers inside him, frantically pumping in and out of him. You run furious circles around his dick with your tongue, pulling more obscene noises from your beloved boyfriend.

“Good fucking boy, Baby. Taking my fingers so well.” You groan, his hips rolling to meet your face. He whines, his hips stuttering a moment. You land a harsh slap to his thigh, looking at the marks he put on you earlier and the ones you put on him. “Fuck, I’m gonna- I need to cum.” He crys out, and you feel a sudden tightness around your fingers. You get amusement out of this, as you grip his hips and lick against his dick. You get an idea, running slick circles into his slit as you look up at him. “If I let you cum now, you’re going to cum for me one more time after.”

He seems to take the offer, crying out as he’s yanked over the edge. You help him ride out that orgasm, before shoving your fingers down his throat so he could taste his own bittersweetness. “Fucking like that, whore? I’ll give you more, don’t worry.” You reach in the bedside drawer, pulling out two items. A purple vibrator, and a small towel. You place a light kiss against his earlobe, before whispering: “I’m going to make you cum so hard your wetness runs down your thighs.” He moans at that, before shoving his hands in your hair. You click on the purple toy, it vibrates in your hand. You look down at him, a slickness already covering his cunt. “So wet for me already, huh? I’m surprised you didn’t cum just from the sight of it.” You shove the toy into him, angling it to hit his sensitive areas over and over. He whimpers loudly, biting his lip. You land your mouth back on his overly sensitive dick, swirling around it with your tongue before giving it a nice suck. He moans, screaming your name loudly. “Shit- Shit..” You smile up at him, moving your hand a bit faster. “So fucking desperate, absolutley filthy.”

He groans, his hips stuttering. You remove your mouth from his clit, before going to bite along his jaw. You tease at his cunt with both the toy and your fingers, biting deeper onto his neck.

“You wanna finish so bad, don’t you? If you cum, I want to hear you loud and clear, got it?” He nods, panting and whimpering. You shove the toy against his deepest sensitive spot, before landing a harsh two-fingered slap to his dick, causing his orgasm to peak higher and ride out a bit longer. You watch his facial expressions closely, all while rubbing his thighs with your free hand. He lands his hands on his face, watching as he regains his mind.

“I can’t believe I let you do that.” He chuckles, covering his pink-painted face. He attempts to pull you down before you collapse to his side. You pull him close, petting his hair while you cuddle him. He sighs contently, before he loses consciousness in your arms.

"I Love you, Mio Cuore."

#the band ghost #copia emeritus #trans copia #transgender #copia x reader #smut #pure filth #why would i do this to myself #not proofread #we die like men #papa emeritus 4 #papa iv x reader #trans reader #Spotify

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justyouraverageficwriter · 1 year

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Our Little Secret

An Orange~ Interlude

Genre: Smut, Peeping, Self-Service, Shorts

WC: 1,470

A/N: This smut is kind of all over the place, but try to read it anyways. Not proofread so apologies for grammar issues.

It was one quite hectic day at the hospital, thankfully that long operation was successful. Dahyun heads to the comfort room to pee, she plans to stay there to unwind too and enjoy the still and quiet. The comfort room is rarely used, it's only for doctors and located on a far corner that mostly find it too inconvenient to go. The deed has almost become a routine for the anesthesiologist after long surgeries. In her visits there so far, no one else walked in. She hoped it's also empty now because she has something in her mind other than just to talk a quick leak.

That hope is instantly shattered as she steps inside the room. There is some kind of noise in one of the cubicles. Dahyun immediately knew what was going on inside, the stifled moans gave it all away. The lustful grunts, the slick sound of overlapping lips; obviously two people are making out or maybe more than just that.

She should have stopped right there and gone out, leaving the two alone to satisfy their needs. It's the right thing to do. Needless to say, curiosity killed the cat and Dahyun wants to know who these people are. To her surprise, the door of the cubicle was left slightly ajar, more than adequate to peek through. Maybe the couple inside forgot to lock, maybe because they're too into what they are doing.

Two very familiar faces were seen as she peeked through the gap, Dahyun gasped at the sight of her colleagues. Thankfully the two inside did not notice, too absorbed at the erotic circumstance. Park Jihyo was pressed against the wall by her fiancé, lips interlocked, hands roamed all over. It was a really hot scene and Dahyun now has visual confirmation.

The young doctor has two choices, leave and let them be or watch it all unfolds. She picked the obvious choice, the decision didn't really make any sense given how she can be caught peeping on a private matter but she could not stop watching. There's a certain appeal in danger, an enticing allure to watch. It was evident that Jihyo and her fiancé are overflowing with lust, and Dahyun of overflowing curiosity.

In the middle of all the groping and kissing, Jihyo managed to unbutton her top just enough to show her ample bosom. The view of the cleavage as her bra hugged her chest is mouth watering even for Dahyun. Everyone knows that Jihyo is packing a big pair of tits, there is no hiding it. She is starting to get aroused as she watches Jun Han dive to have a taste of Jihyo's boobs. The nurse closed her eyes and moaned as she felt her man's tongue swirled in her skin.

"I really love it when you do that. Ahhhhh!" Jihyo whispered.

The couple both worked to free up their members, undoing the buttons of their respective pants. No one took off the underwear entirely, aiming just enough to let the genitals out; and to dress up quickly if anything unforeseen interruption happens. Dahyun bit her lips seeing Jun Han's dick, Jihyo doing quick work pumping it. Dahyun feels pleasure as she rubs her thighs together, she is getting wet and her clit needs attention. Jihyo's well kept pussy is dripping wet as well as glistening.

"Damn Ji, are you really this horny?"

"The sight of two hot professional guys operating together fucking turns me on so much." Jihyo seductively replied.

"Damn I would pay so much money to see you get fucked by Doc (YN)."

Dahyun was dumbfounded by Jun Han's statement, she did not know the first doctor is into some cuckold stuff given how manly Jun Han looks and acts but who is she to judge really. Everyone has his or her own preference.

"I would love to get destroyed by Doc as well while you watch babe, shit- fuck me now baby I'm getting hornier thinking about it."

Jun Han slides his hard dick into Jihyo's waiting wet pussy. Satisfied moans are heard at the first entry. Dahyun cannot help herself and raises her skirt to please her aching cunt. She feels the wet fabric of her underwear. The feeling of holding her pee while pleasing herself is quite a struggle but it amplifies everything. It's the first time she watches sex in the flesh, and it's a surreal experience. Dahyun is careful not to make noise to avoid disturbing the couple while she makes circles on top of her panties. Oh how quickly things escalate. Well to be honest, she intends to masturbate as well. She just didn't expect to see it live.

"Ahhh- fuck! This pussy feels so good Ji."

"Yeah? Then please- ahhh please don't stop fucking me."

"I bet this will be so much better to fuck with someone else's cum inside already." Jun Han continued to bury his dick inside, his spiel of watching Jihyo have sex with other man carry on.

"Hmmm yes baby- aahhhh fuck you feel so good inside me." Jihyo can only close her eyes as her fiancé's dick stretches her.

Dahyun cannot exactly see how Jun Han's dick disappears inside Jihyo's cunt but it does not matter, she knows how the doctor is giving it and when so she could match the pace. Somehow the moans grew a little bit louder, perhaps it's the pleasure that takes over making them both oblivious to other things around them. Dahyun slips her fingers inside and touches her clit bare, she further confirms its horniness. There is a sense of relief and satisfaction, playing with it over her underwear is just not enough anymore.

Jun Han flipped Jihyo around, her facing the wall now. He slapped the nurse's plump ass, soliciting whimpers from her.

"I want you to be a slut for me, Ji." He gave Jihyo another spank.

"I'm your slut, please put it back in. Don't keep my hole waiting." Jihyo nodded, there's urgency in her words. She wants to be fucked again while her man is holding out on her.

"Imagine me begging like this for someone else's dick, hmmm you like that don't you?" Jihyo added. She knew it's one of the best ways to entice her fiancé, and sure enough she got the response she wanted.

"Yes Ji-, ahhh my god I really want to see get fucked by someone else." He resumed plowing Jihyo's womanhood.

"Imagine my ahhh- butt getting slapped, the guy getting rough with your fiancé. You like that baby?"

Jun Han responded by slapping Jihyo's ass, the pace got rougher and faster at the same time. It greatly turns him on.

Meanwhile Dahyun's breath hitches as she tried to match the increasing rhythm of the doctor's fuck. Her masturbation starts to get really intense, her clit is getting so sensitive now. Dahyun's legs start to feel like Jell-O. She knows she is close.

"Imagine someone else reaching and groping my tits- ahh fuck that's good- while he takes me from behind."

"Oh my god, what a slut. Yes baby. I want that, let's make that happen." Jun Han reached out to grab Jihyo's boobs to mirror what her girlfriend said.

Eventually the atmosphere starts to reach its tipping point, both the doctor and Jihyo pants in anticipation to their climaxes. The speed ramped up as Jihyo's walls slowly tightened around her fiance's cock, making it much pleasurable as ever.

Dahyun is in a tougher spot, she already covered her mouth to not let any noise escape. She is dangerously close to her orgasm. Her fingers ragged and unevenly entered her pussy, rubbing her most sensitive spot. She is desperately clinging onto dear life, doing everything to extend it to the very end. Dahyun wants to see the couple finish first.

Fortunately it did not take long. Only moans indicated the end, Jun Han was not able to withdraw his dick in time and creampied her fiancé. Maybe it's all part of the plan. Jihyo was equally exhausted, taking deep breaths but the satisfaction was clearly drawn on her face.

Lastly, Dahyun reaches her peak shortly after. Her cum squirts all over her fingers into her underwear soaking it entirely. Her legs give into the pleasure and she flops to the floor, slamming the ajar door shut.

Of course the couple immediately dressed up, anxious now that someone caught them. The door finally opens as Jihyo looks outside. There she sees Dahyun on the floor, fingers still in her crotch.

"Dahyun-ah, did you watch the whole thing?" Jihyo was relieved, laughing even. She almost found the whole scene with Dahyun comedic.

"Fuck that was hot, unnie."

"Our secret, okay?" Jihyo helps Dahyun up.

"I better clean up."

“We all should.” Both smile at each other as they take separate cubicles.

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#twice #fanfic #fanfiction #orange #twice jihyo #twice dahyun #smut #jihyo smut #dahyun smut

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startrekin-it · 1 year

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Post top surgery tips

As of posting this I am one month post top surgery- most of this was noted down within the first fortnight of my operation. I know there are plenty of these posts floating around but I figured I would add my own experience and advice to the mix ✌️

Do not be afraid to ask for help, and stand your ground on your limitations after surgery

For some people this may not be an issue but for me i have always struggled to ask for help- if you have just had top surgery you physically do not have the capacity to do everything yourself. PLEASE ask for help as and when you need it. ESPECIALLY concerning your work life, should you go back to working soon after

No heavy lifting. In fact avoid lifting anything heavier than your blanket or a tablet.

Take any medication particularly pain medication offered/prescribed

You may think- this pain isnt too bad, i can manage this pain. Firstly, you are lying to yourself. Secondly, you should not ‘have’ to cope with pain. The goal is to heal and rest in the first two weeks and for that u need to be as comfortable as you can be.

Depending on the pain medication given you can run the risk of becoming constipated- so please ensure you have some laxatives or something to assist you- and start taking them regularly following your operation along side this pain medication. Do not wait until you are constipated this will cause you a world of pain.

PILLOWS: pillows and cushions are your best friend. If youre like me a front sleeper, or even a side sleeper, the healing process is going to be hell on your sleeping pattern. I cannot recommend constructing a little pillow fort around you in your bed enough.

Remove the possibility of rolling over and your comfort will increase whilst trying to sleep. [Update: I am a month post op and i still would not risk laying on my front yet but i can comfortably lay and sleep on my side]

Just because you can get a T-shirt on does NOT mean you can get it back off again.

I pulled one on without thinking when i left the hospital- and it wasnt until i was home and ready to go to bed that i realised i was stuck. PLEASE if you do not already have any stock up on button up shirts, or borrow some for the time being.

Just because you think you feel fine does not mean you are ready to walk around for extended periods of time

I went for a ten minute walk from the bus stop 4 days post op thinking it would be fine. I was not fine it felt awful which brings me onto my next point…

SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. If you have bandages/bindings around your chest slow your walking speed down.

I am a fast walker and that was FULLY half of my problem and why such a trivial walk for me hurt so much. Walking fast. Public transport. Anything that will jolt your body suddenly may cause you to feel a stinging pain.

Honestly after a week and a half I was feeling pretty good. Good enough to go back to my campus anyway, and other than not being able to carry too heavy a bag I was all good.

My only major advice is to listen to your surgeon and any after care they suggest- and dont feel uncomfortable about reaching out to them if you have any concerns about how you are healing or you are having any problems. Eat your veggies, drink plenty of water and make sure to keep moving around once in recovery✨

God speed, and although this was not an extensive list its all ive got to offer.

[ @wrathofbones good luck for February, im sure it will all go fine- and I hope you have a speedy recovery too]

#trans #transgender #transman #top surgery #post top surgery #transmen

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dykefaggotry · 1 year

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wait hi i’m so confused i thought only lesbians can reclaim d*ke and only gay men can reclaim faggot? so how can you use both esp if you’re masc? IM CONFUSED IM SORRY this isn’t a hate anon or some shit i’m just so behind on the fuckin. ‘rules’ of tumblr and what the general consensus on slurs are i barely know what i can reclaim my damn self

hi you're all good! and honestly that's part of why I made the post and why the modern lgbt community frustrates me so much bc there is a huge prioritization of "rules" over community, solidarity, lived experience, and just. loving each other. not a diss at you obvs just that it makes us all so nervous about what we can and cannot reclaim and makes others really hostile about it

anyway!

several different answers...

by current lgbt tumblr/tiktok/twitter "rules" a lot of ppl have expanded those to include wlw and mlm, not just gay men and lesbians. I mean say two women are walking down the street holding hands, someone that would call them dykes isn't going to pause and ask if one or more of them is bisexual before using it. as I'm both a wlw and a mlm I'd fit into both. however I don't really jive w this explanation bc it hinges again on "rules" of conduct that I find reductive

another one I've seen that I find a little more nuanced is that if you have had slurs thrown at you and used against you, you can reclaim them. I've been called a dyke and a faggot more times than I can count. but again, I don't jive with this one as much bc does that mean a gay man fortunate enough to never get called a faggot cannot say that word?

the one I find to be the most resonating To Me- for decades and decades of the queer movement, queer women have been saying faggot and queer men have been saying dyke. it's only like really extremely relatively recently that it has been made taboo/wrong/crucifiable for the other group to say it. but if you look it up, there's a lot of early pictures and even well into the 90s pics of men holding up signs along the lines of faggots supporting dykes. and vice versa. this fear of saying these words in our community v much comes from the critically online crowd who doesn't actually go out and interact with their community (not saying you or everyone obviously just the people that push this shit really hard). they would rather squabble over words and slurs and labels than actually doing anything worthwhile.

and just on a personal note, like I said, I'm both a "wlw" and "mlm" although I find those words a little hallow. masculinity =/= sexuality and while I may be butch, that doesn't equate to manhood. even if it did, that's not entirely precluding me from finding community with others I relate to. but I grew up experiencing love for other women as a queer woman. I still do, even though I'm transmasc and use he/him pronouns in every day life (not on here and it's not misgendering to call me she or they, but for my safety I don't advertise any of that irl) but I don't mind being seen as a queer woman, that's deeply a part of how I learned to love in this world. and it got me called dyke. a lot. both when I was identifying as a lesbian, and when I wasn't. on the flipside, however, I am transmasc and butch. I present to the world with a masculine name and most strangers call me "sir" and use he/him for me. my boyfriend is a gay trans man (loosely, they also identify as nonbinary and his relationship to gayness is complicated but that's not my post to make). we are both on hrt and he's had top surgery. when we go out in the world together as a couple, most people see two gay men. we've been called faggots over it (shoutout to the bartender in Detroit for that one). is my experience materially any different than that of a 100% binary trans man getting called a faggot? is the way I present precluding me from being able to say I identify as a queer woman (and man) that loves women in a very queer way? if you look at me, a masculine individual with a beard that gets called a man by strangers and you say I cannot be a woman, what does that say about trans women? if you look at me and say the way that I present to the world doesn't count and doesn't matter, and the way me and my boyfriend conceptualize our relationship isn't right, why is that your business? again, not personal you but general You.

tldr gender is super fucking complicated and messy and so is sexuality and boiling it down to who can say what slurs is honestly really detrimental to our community and all of this is kind of The Point of my post.... and that is not an attack on you at all you're very lovely and I appreciate the message and how sincere it is! and you do not have to agree with me in fact I suspect many people won't. but that's okay. at the end of the day, this community isn't about agreeing with everyone. it's about protecting ourselves and our siblings from harm and loving each other.

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spell-cleaver · 1 year

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No. 29 WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME… Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

Read it instead on AO3 or on FFN!

His speeder ran out of fuel when he was almost at his destination, thankfully; if it had run out when Vader was on his tail it would have been the worst thing imaginable. Hopefully, the rocks he dumped on his head back in the Jundland Wastes would slow him down for a little while longer, at least.

There is no escape.

Pity it didn’t shut him up at the same time.

There is no use in running. I can feel your fear—your friends remain incarcerated, but we can free them. You have constructed a new lightsaber; use your fear, turn to the dark side, and lay it to bear against the tyrant who once ruled both our lives.

Are you talking about Jabba now, or still Palpatine? Luke snapped back. I can’t tell anymore.

Do not be obnoxious.

I’m asking the same of you.

A dark ripple. Vader’s anger was building. Luke wondered if those rocks had left an indent in his helmet. They had definitely smashed the speeder he was in. There is no escape.

Yeah, you said—

You cannot outrun your destiny. I know Jabba has your friends. I know where you are going. I know where I will find you.

Luke touched his lightsaber at his hip. The grip was just like Ben’s had been—the guide he’d left behind in his old hut was the best approximation of instructions he could find, so of course it was. But it twinged a little, thinking about how different the grip was to his father’s lightsaber he’d loved so much. How different he was from the father he’d adored.

I don’t care, he lied.

He climbed out of his sputtering speeder and switched it off, putting it out of his misery. He glanced around, pulling the cloak’s hood back over the top of his head. His clothes weren’t designed for Tatooine, and he was sweating like a bantha—though he was surprisingly pleased at how well they kept out the sand, his old clothes never did that—but at least he had the hood. It was black, but… well. That was to make a statement as well. He trudged away.

He didn’t know how long he was walking for, Vader’s idle threats looping like a holo at the back of his head, but the homestead finally appeared on the horizon. Luke, unconsciously, picked up his pace. Even after four years away, even after nineteen years of wanting to escape, even after watching his aunt and uncle burn on the pyre there, that stupid collection of buildings still called him home.

It would still have supplies—he knew that. Before he was born, Aunt Beru had operated a pitstop, a place for runaway slaves to get supplies and rest in an underground bunker for a few nights while they healed from their surgery. That bunker had been left mostly untouched when he was a child, and they never let any potential danger come to their door so long as he was there, but they kept supplies for emergencies anyway. Food. Blankets. Clothes, medkits. And, most importantly for him right now, fuel.

The skeleton of the structure remained, years after he abandoned it. He could see that himself. Squatters had no doubt moved in, and he could sense life up ahead of him, but that was no worry. He almost hoped they would be runaway slaves, that his aunt’s legacy would be maintained by the home she made even years after her death. His quickened pace continued, sweat clinging to his upper lip.

He hadn’t been back to Tatooine since that happened. The homestead had lost its charred appearance, the desert stripping its colour back to white again, so it looked almost fully intact from here, like his aunt would come out and call for him, Uncle Owen waiting to lecture him about losing the speeder. If he kept walking in this direction, he would reach the Darklighters’ farm. But Biggs wouldn’t be there. His aunt and uncle weren’t there.

He had lost so much. All of it. And he’d lost it all to—

Use your anger.

Go to hell.

He hadn’t been back to Tatooine in four years, but still: when the sand rippled underneath him, he remembered what that meant. Fear flashed through him.

What is it?

He stopped moving, glancing around. Where was it? What was it after? Him?

After a moment of silence, he started moving forwards again, this time adopting that arrhythmic pace Uncle Owen had always been so good at, but had given him bad hips far too early in his life. He reached down into the sand to try to gauge where it was as he kept moving, scanning the sands for it

What is it, Luke? I sense your fear.

The Force blared. He ran.

Sand erupted in front of him. Luke dived to the side, shouting and throwing up a hand. The vile spray of acid bounced away from him like he was holding a shield, the Force straining to keep that much projectile power at bay, and then he ran again.

The beast dragged itself to its feet. Its roar shook him to his core, almost too high-pitched for a beast of that size. He kept running, away from its snapping maw—and then the sand shuddered as it got its legs under it and braced against the ground, its wide-feet floating on sand far better than his were.

Tell me what this is!

Krayt dragon, Luke got out, even his mental voice sounding breathless, just before it lunged.

He jumped out of the way, desperation propelling him a good ten metres away from its grey, rotting teeth. Its maw barrelled into the sand instead. He lit his lightsaber, spun it—the whir it made was soothing, somehow, helped him focus—and ran at it.

It yanked its head out of the sand to glare at him with its tiny, beady eye. The next spew of acid it shot out, Luke punched right back at it, trying to splatter it on the soft tissue of its tongue and gums, but it snapped its mouth shut, closed its eyes. They shut like blast doors, three layers of armour folding over the fragile goo. It spewed at him again.

Luke didn’t bother deflecting. He leapt, out of the way, and landed on its head.

It roared again, the sound shaking through him. He clung to one of the spines on the back of its head, hand straining. Spun his lightsaber in his grip again, the green blade as refreshing and relieving to his eyes as grass in the desert, and plunged it into its skull.

The blade bounced off the hide like a toothpick off durasteel. Startled, the lightsaber clattered out of his hand; Luke summoned it back a heartbeat later, but that moment of distraction cost him. The dragon bucked. He fell off, tumbling down its back. Its tail swung around to catch him across the torso and send him flying.

At least the sand cushioned his fall. He spat it out of his mouth and scrambled to his feet—his clothes were not doing a good job of keeping it out anymore—before the dragon descended on him again.

His lightsaber flew into his hand again. As the maw came down, he rolled out of the way, faster than this dragon was clearly used to its prey moving, and brought the lightsaber down on the side of its mouth.

Again, it bounced clean off.

Too late, he realised his father was nattering advice straight into his brain, as if Luke had the mental capacity to split his attention like that. Krayt dragon armour is impervious to lightsabers, my son, do not waste your time on fighting it with that—

I kriffing noticed!

He rolled out of the way of the next strike, panicking. It lunged after him, its front legs actually leaving the ground and booming back down when it landed. Ripples thundered through the sand. Luke gaze stilled for a moment on the thick, dark scales around its ankles. All four of them were rubbed red-grey and raw, oozing something like blood.

His distraction cost him. Its teeth closed around Luke’s cape; it strangled him for several long seconds before he yanked it off and let the dragon retreat with its prize.

It did not look happy when it realised it had grabbed the wrapping, not the meat inside.

Do not demean yourself like this.

Huh? What?

Your powers are unparalleled. This is likely the krayt dragon that recently graced Jabba’s halls before it escaped. Any beast that can be tamed by the assortment of fools and degenerates who make up that court will be no match for you.

The tail swung around again and matched him. It thumped him across the chest, sending him flying into the sand, stunned. All he could do for precious seconds was stare up at the sky, as blue as his old lightsaber.

Use your hatred. Corrupt your lightsaber. Turn the full might of the dark side of the Force against your attacker and triumph.

I thought Jabba had a rancor, Luke grumbled and got to his feet.

Then you should research your foes more carefully. Draw your lightsaber. Do not lose this—

The acid spray took him by surprise. He only narrowly deflected it. The sand beside him melted into unappealing sludge.

He leapt to his feet. Stop distracting me, bastard!

Do not use such inappropriate—

When the krayt snapped at him again, he slashed his lightsaber into its mouth. Its tongue wasn’t armoured the way the rest of it was; it howled and reared back, glaring at him.

It wasn’t uncommon knowledge that the only reliable way to kill a krayt dragon was to get inside it, attack its insides instead of the thick armour, like planting a detonator in the soft body of a slave. That was how hunters who coveted the pearl it produced in its stomach got at it. Most of them sent in droids, but a few dived in themselves, emerging from the corpse victorious with a hard white prize in their fist. Krayts were meant to be the only creature with that sort of prize at their centre, and it made them targets. They needed that tough skin.

Luke couldn’t escape this thing on foot, and it wouldn’t stop attacking him, it seemed; the only way to end this would be to enter it. Carve it open.

He was not doing that.

He ran.

This thing was Jabba’s? he asked. How did Jabba control this thing?

It was gaining on him, snapping at his heels. His heart thundered in his chest. The homestead was right up ahead of him, he just needed to get inside, get into the bunker and it wouldn’t be able to get him, but the closer he got the faster that thing moved, shooting through the sand like a ship through hyperspace. He could sense its rage, animalistic and simple but so vibrant—sense it mounting with every step, every scratch of sand against its claws.

It flung acid at him. He sucked in a breath and jumped. The circular pit at the heart of his homestead welcomed him.

He landed in a crouch, something crunching underneath him—bone, but not his bone. The acid splattered the wall above his head. He glanced down and nearly gagged. He was crouching ankle-deep in shavit.

A quick look around the homestead confirmed. The whole exposed area was covered in piles of shavit, dotted through with small animals’ bones. It stank of excretion, rot, and blood.

Everything clicked.

The krayt dragon screamed again. Luke ran, diving for the bunker room Aunt Beru had always kept separate. It was in her and Uncle Owen’s old bedroom: he fumbled for the door and scrambled inside—the place had been ransacked by Jawas, no surprise there, it was empty—and banged on the secret door. It slid open at his touch. He dove in and locked himself there.

The whole building shuddered as the dragon rammed the wall, but the foundations were firm. Luke took in a deep breath, breathing nothing but musty air and the shavit still on his lovely new boots, and let himself sink to the floor.

That thing was Jabba’s? he asked again, much calmer this time.

Naturally. I fail to understand your preoccupation with this. It was one of the animals he used to torture prisoners with before escaping—a barbaric practise for a barbaric leader. Have you killed it yet?

Shut up. Luke closed his eyes. Took in a deep breath. The krayt dragon was still thumping, thumping, thumping, trying to force its way in, to eat him. No, not eat him. Just kill him. The bunker walls held firm.

He reached out to touch its mind, hesitant.

The emotions that slammed into him were overpowering. He wondered if that was where the conception that non-sentient animals didn’t feel as complexly as sentients did came from. The sheer power of them overwhelmed him, instinct and reason battling in a cacophony of fury. But anger was not the main thing Luke sense from this krayt dragon. The main thing he felt was fear.

She was afraid.

This bunker was meant for escaped slaves. A stopover on their long journey to freedom, so they could heal and recuperate. The dragon still moved slowly for her kind, on limbs raw and bloodied from her captivity. She had found an empty nest and had made it her sanctuary, and then Luke—another human—had come to find her there.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured through the door. He sent the words pulsing through the Force. The thumps, the sand shivering from the ceiling to fall in fine mists on his hair and outfit, ceased. “I don’t want to drive you away. I want to help you.”

Her mind was as deep as a Jundland cave, darker and more secretive the deeper he probed. But he tried to send calming pulses anyway.

“Can I heal you?” he asked.

Whatever you are doing, Luke, I can sense that you are no longer fighting it. Have you decided to lie down and be eaten? You must fight. You must draw on the dark side and embrace your destiny.

“I know what it’s like to be hunted as well,” Luke said, a little bitterly. “Will you let me help you?”

She drew back from him, distrusting. She couldn’t see him. He picked up one of the medkits stored in here, opened the door, sand rustling down onto him again, and crept out through the bedroom. In the courtyard, she had curled herself up in her nest. The dark brown scales on her back, gritty with dust, sand, and grime, nonetheless shone in the noonday sun.

Luke stepped out and spread his hands. “Will you let me heal you?” he repeated.

She watched him closely, but he sensed no backlash. He edged slowly, so slowly, towards the leg that was nearest to her, and opened the medkit. Soothing the limb with the Force so she didn’t feel pain, he cleaned the wound and bandaged it. There were a sparse few bacta patches, but he wouldn’t need that many, so he used them all before finally channelling the Force into her leg.

It didn’t heal totally. He couldn’t do that. There was so much he had to learn; he wasn’t a full-fledged Jedi. Not yet.

But compassion was central to a Jedi’s life.

She stirred, opening her blast door eyes to study him as he moved onto the next leg, shifting her healed leg. He sensed awe from her. It only increased when he handled the second leg, and the third, and the fourth, and then he was standing in front of her face, gazing into her sad, pained eyes.

“I’m sorry I hurt your tongue,” he whispered. “May I take a look at it?”

Her jaw widened. The stench of her breath nearly knocked him over, but he held his nose and peered in. Her tongue, a massive, sticky, grey thing, had a dark red score from his lightsaber right across it.

What are you doing?

Climbing into the krayt dragon’s mouth, Luke quipped back, enjoying getting the chance to use that idiom like this.

Vader’s respond was excited and proud. To kill it?

The fact that was the first time Luke had sensed pride from his father both hurt and disturbed him, somehow.

He clambered up, past her thick, armoured lips. Her teeth guarded the entrance to the abyss like stalagmites, her gums rough under his boots. But he dropped down into the squelchy bottom of her mouth, took a breath, and tried not to imagine her closing her mouth behind him.

She did not.

He laid his hands on her tongue and healed it.

Once he was done, she flicked it experimentally. Saliva—not acidic, but with enough leftover acid from the earlier assaults to tingle and burn—splattered his place. He gagged, wiping it off, and climbed out again.

“Are you going to eat me now?”

She wasn’t. He could tell. But she needed something to eat, anyway. These small animal skeletons at his feet couldn’t have been sustaining her. She was massive. She needed so much more.

But he couldn’t help for much longer; he needed to get back to Jabba’s Palace, to rescue his friends, and get off-planet before Vader got rescued.

Perhaps…

He tilted his head back, shielding his eyes from the sun, and studied her.

“I bet you don’t wanna go back,” he said. “I don’t want you to, either. If one of us has to, it’s better me than you. But you need food, and I need help.”

She cocked her head, staring at him.

Animal minds were strange, but he found he understood it implicitly. Instead of trying to describe it, he transmitted the image to her. Jabba’s Palace, burning under the suns. All those people who’d laughed at her. All those people who’d kept others like her in chains. Teeth closing around all of them—a feast she would never forget, and freedom of the sort that the others would never regret.

Whatever language she spoke, he spoke it to her, feeling his connection to the Force bend to accommodate his friend’s. Her agreement was hot and fierce, even if her courage was small. He couldn’t blame her.

“We’re powerful,” he promised, reaching up to lay a hand on her snout. She lowered her head so he could. “Together, we can do this. I promise. You won’t ever have to fear them again.”

She hummed with satisfaction at that.

As he climbed up onto her back, clinging to her spines, ready for the fevered trip back to Jabba’s Palace, he thought of Vader’s offer. His father wanted him to join him in the darkness—to kill Jabba. To kill Palpatine. Any other masters they could find.

Luke wouldn’t give up being a Jedi—interactions like this—for anything. But he wondered if Vader would join them in their charge, if he offered. If he would accept that compromise.

Perhaps krayt dragons weren’t the only armoured beasts who had pearls in their hearts. He didn’t know, but it was possible.

Perhaps he should find out.

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I brought you to a gay bar

Once arrived at the bar, the three men went to the lounge upstairs. Immediately, Ralf and Daniele got some shooters, while Dawud just settled down for a fresh can of Pepsi™ (NOT SPONSORED). Which great, if he doesn’t drink then Daniele cannot use that to his advantage to seduce him back, making him feel less like a creep.

Afterward, they hit the dancefloor, though while Daniele and Dawud were dancing, Ralf was still mostly drinking. He said it himself, he was here to have fun and get shitfaced.

Dawud: Woah dude, aren’t you afraid of the hangover? Like I know you’re not flying until Monday but still. Ralf: I’m a tall German guy, I think I can handle my alcohol just fine. Dawud: Weren’t you from Ukraine originally? Ralf: Oooh, a Slavic guy who can drink no problem a ton of alcohol, literally unheard of. I swear I’m not drunk and I won’t embarrass myself, alright?

Literally a minute after, it was announced there was a karaoke downstairs, and as soon as he saw the mic, Ralf stripped to his famous “slutty underwear”, ran towards the stage, and grabbed it.

Ralf: Back when I was in flight school, I bottomed for all the other young pilots at the academy and this is how my butthole gained the nickname “The Cockpit”. Anyway this is Blank Space by Taylor Swift. Daniele: Oooh so that’s what he meant by his slutty underwear. Hot. Dawud: And you’re just gonna ignore what he said? Ralf: GOT A LONG LIST OF EX-LOVERS THEY’LL TELL YOU I’M INSAAANE!!

Starting to get tired of the noise, and to understand why Ralf’s deceased son found that embarrassing when he sang in the car with him, Dawud went back upstairs, where he sat at a bar and ordered another fresh can of Pepsi™ (STILL NOT SPONSORED). Next to him was another young guy, probably around his age, who seemed oddly familiar. Especially when he called him by his name, as if he was surprised to see him here.

Dawud: Who are you? Matteo: Well it’s me, Matteo, Dan’s cousin. Dawud: Oh wow! I-I didn’t recognize you...You got black hair no- Wait scratch that, you likely used hair dye, why the fuck are your eyes no longer yellow? I don’t normally notice eye color but like...Yellow is hard to ignore. Matteo: Not surprised you didn’t recognized me. Like you said, I dyed my hair black so I look less like a spellcaster, put on contact lenses for the same reason, started working out, and have been on testosterone for exactly one year today. Dawud: Oh congratulation. Matteo: Thanks. Also I’m here to celebrate that, but I’m also trying not to drink too much cause like, I’m also getting my tits removed in three days. Dawud: That’s fine I never saw your tits so it wouldn’t have help me recognize you...Wait did you said you dyed your hair to look less like a spellcaster? The yellow eyes I get it, but the hair...You know human ginger exist? Matteo: Yeah duh, but the gene that causes red hair in spellcaster is different from the one that causes red hair in human.

Dawud went on to ramble about that time they went ufo-spotting in the Strangerville desert with Audrey and Daniele, when the DJ put on Shut up and dance with me. This is essentially what Matteo told Dawud as they went to the dancefloor, where they had fun together.

Matteo: It’s a shame I never really got to know you earlier. But trust me, up until a year ago you did not want to hangout with me, I was such a miserable asshole and had been one for years. Dawud: Haha, same. Matteo: Also I was always busy cause I was in veterinary school. Though I should be graduating at the end of this semester assuming my top surgery won’t set me back too much. Dawud: Wow, that’s great man. I’m gonna hopefully be an airport mechanic soon.

As they kept dancing together, Dawud ended up accidentally pulling Matteo closer to him, but it’s ok, he didn’t mind. There’s a reason other than celebrating one year on HRT that Matteo came to that bar, which is it was bear night. You know, bears, the type of gay guy who’s big and hairy. Just like...well...look at Dawud,

Matteo: Kiss me. Dawud: You sure??? Matteo: I spent the first 23 years of my life afraid of any sort of intimacy, I am now at a point where I crave it. Please, kiss me. Dawud: Well if you ask so nicely then alright. Daniele: Dav, please send help, Ralf is refusing to leave the karaoke stage and all he’s doing is making other shitty plane jokes and singing the chorus of Sonne by Rammstein. I think it’s because he doesn’t know the other lyr-

Oh no, oh hell no. For the love of the Ancient Greek goddess of witchcraft, better known as Hecate, this cannot be happening. Daniele came here to make Dawud fall back in love with him and next thing he knows, he’s kissing his COUSIN??? He didn’t even know Matteo would be here tonight! Fuck his life...

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U know who I am but dont tell anyone im not ready to show the world my unhinged thought yet 😌😌😌

I wanna request FTM reader that has gone through top surgery successfully (no bottom surgery tho t-dick supremacy) that goes to a gay bar to hook up with some random man.

Then an older man (can be your OC if u like😉😉😉) targets him. This dude likes it rough tho so he doesn't approach and ask reader like a normal person😒😒😔. Instead he secretly scares all the other men who wanna approach reader away (by any means u can think of, but reader needs to be unaware of it).

Then reader gets kinda upset bc he cannot hook up with anyone and gives up and goes home. But when he passes through some alleyway someone drags him inside (a.k.a that weird older man) and 💢💢💢bumdabum💢💢💢 happens. It can be counted as semi-public s3x ig.

The Chances Of Accidentally Catching The Eye Of An Eldritch God Is Slim But Never Zero - A Oneshot

[Heyooooo ofc I can write this also I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE 🫵🏳️‍🌈 and who you are lmao. Anyway, I chose Kronos for this hope you don't mind. Also I've already asked in private if this person is okay with p in v or in this case, t in v so don't come at me 😭. Sorry it's so short I wanted to make it longer but got too excited 💀😭😭😭😭]

Reader is 18+

CWs:Implied Aftercare!!!!^^, Yandere, Obsessive/Protective/Possessive Behaviors, Dirty Talk, Mental Coercion (So Technically DubCon/NonCon), Murder (If Murder Was Erasing Someone From Existence) [NOT the reader], Semi-Public Sex, Though I Guess It's Just Public Sex Because Pocket Dimensions Of The Same Place To Prevent Anyone From Interrupting?, Tentacles, Tentacles In V, Tentacles In Ass, TENTACLES⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️, Cunninglingus, Pet Names (hun, puppy), Age Gap (This Bitch Is 1 Mil Yrs. Old), Pretty Tame compared to my other works 😭😰

Characters:FTM Reader, Kronos

You smile determined. Today is the day. You intake a deep breath before pulling at the door's handle and entering the establishment. You nervously walk up to the counter and take a seat. The bartender gives you a kind smile and walks up to you, "What can I get ya?" He has a smooth Southern accent. You fidget in your seat, "Just a water please…" You barely get out. He flashes his te- were those fangs!? No. You shake your head and when you open your eyes again the bartender is bent over and you have a nice view of his juicy ass. You gasp before blushing and quickly looking away, making eye contact with the floor. What were you thinking? No human could possibly have sharp canines. Maybe he was born with it? You knew a few people with jagged teeth that resembled them after all. Or maybe…no it was too early to be Halloween. You hear footsteps approaching and give a warm smile as he pushes a glass of cold liquid toward you. Wait…you squint your eyes. Were his eyes always blue? They were green, right? He chuckles, snapping you out of your thoughts, "What, like what you see?" He asks flexing his muscles and you decide staring at the cup would be the best course of action and sip on the refreshing drink.

You kick your feet as you open your eyes again. The man is still present as ever, smirking at you. You look away and he laughs yet again, "Awwww you're just too adorable hun…" He leans on the counter, "I could just," A dangerous glint appears in his eyes, "Eat," He moves in closer, "You," Even closer, "Up." You're flushing scarlet so wordlessly you put the drink down and walk to a quiet and secluded corner. You stare down at your hands when you see someone approach you in your peripheral vision. You glance up to see a handsome stranger. You smile, "Hello, do you think cereal is a soup?" This causes your eyebrows to furrow, "What…?" Well, that was an…interesting thing of starting things, "Is cereal a soup?" From there the two of you have a lovely conversation discussing if cereal is or isn't a soup. It's very refreshing. Unfortunately, the man has to suddenly use the bathroom for whatever reason (maybe it has to do with that mysterious beverage the bartender offered) and…wait…who were you thinking about again? You close your eyes concentrating hard but no matter how hard you think you can't seem to recall ever meeting anyone new in the last half an hour. You heave a sigh and decide to walk up to a group of men. Only to stop mildly confused. Wait, what were you doing? You stand there for more than a few moments before the room around you contorts and the people dissipate into thin air. Okay, now you're beginning to freak out. You run for the exit only to slow down as the doors disappear. What were you panicking about? You were safe. There was nothing to worry about.

With a smile, you turn around and see the same bartender from before sitting on the stool, "Hey there puppy wanna come sit on my lap?" You nod with glee and run up to him like you've known him for years. He extends his arms as an invitation for a hug and you don't miss the opportunity to jump in them. He wastes no time smashing his lips into yours, tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. You swear you can feel little tendrils. This freaks…no it doesn't you're fine silly just relax and let him make you feel good. Before you know it you're slung over his shoulders, lower half exposed, "Ready puppy?" He asks even though he already knows the answer- no-, "Yes!" You exclaim eagerly wrapping your legs around his head. He chuckles, wasting no time in plopping you down on the counter for leverage before diving in. You gasp arching your back as those tendril-like appendages are back- exploring places no pathetic human could reach- wait…you have a moment of clarity, why would you think that? You promptly forget what you were pondering as a jolt of pleasure takes you out of your thoughts, glancing down you see Kornos nibbling on your clit as he rams into your g-spot over and over again. You see stars gasping as you grab onto his hair for leverage- STOP- "M-more~...! Please~...!" In this moment of clarity, you try to buck your hips backwards only to have him delve in even deeper. Your mewls spur him on as he goes faster than most humans were capable of. As much as he wanted to fuck you into oblivion he didn't want to damage your fragile human body.

You involuntarily buck your hips into his face which he groans to, delightfully going straight to your core. When you're finally too tired he does the bucking for you. Rocking your hips into your face back and forth faster and faster until you let out a scream of pure ecstasy cumming all over his face. He smirks, groaning in pleasure as he licks up your lovely juices. You just tasted so divine~...However, he only slows down for a moment. He wanted this to be the best night of your life after all. He swirls his tentacles over and over into the same g-spot, repeating the process of rocking your hips back and forth, even long after you had gone dry, shaking and crying from the sheer amount of overstimulation he still carried on. Finally, he releases you from his ravenous mouth, you twitching and squirming to get away from his skillful tongues all the while. Oh, but he wasn't done yet. He doesn't set you down once as his clothes seemingly melt away to reveal part of his true form- multiple tentacles- he smirks as you tiredly make eye contact with him, flinching as the tip kisses the entrance to both your folds and hole. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead and without warning dives in. The pace he sets is brutal and the grip on your waist is enough to leave bruises. You gasp and moan weakly as he abuses both of your holes thoroughly, not once giving you a moment of peace.

Your eyes bug out as drool escapes from your lips, your mind going fuzzy as you involuntarily try to get away from the overstimulation. This only serves to annoy Kornos who in turn slams into you at an alarming rate. You didn't get it. He was being nice to you before but if you wanted to act bratty and ungrateful he supposed he'd just have to punish you. He goes faster than humanly possible as your moans turn into silent screams of pleasure. You attempting to pull away causes him to fully break out into his true form tentacles suckling and licking your entire body. Overstimulation would be an understatement for what you're feeling right now. But it'd be a loooonnngggg time before Kornos was satisfied. Fortunately for you, he could control whenever he came but unfortunately for you, he liked the way your cute face contorted in pure ecstasy (and a little pain) as he pounded into you- his stamina unwavering and unlike any of humankind you've encountered before-. This process continues for what feels like days and probably is. You have long since lost your voice and the ability to cum- now dry in both your throat but your pussy and ass are still very much still wet due to the constant application of tentacle dick lubricant. You've also run out of tears instead opting to look at the ceiling in defeat. You couldn't even form a single cohesive thought as both your holes were plowed. Then it happened. The "man" grunts as he somehow speeds up even more. You can't even scream. Without warning all his tentacles cum all over you exuding a mysterious ink-like substance.

His hips pump slowly before fully coming to a halt as you twitch. He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and icky, "I think I'm gonna keep ya puppy~..." He practically purs as he cradles you to his chest. Those are the last words you hear before everything fades to black. Oh well…that could be a problem for tomorrow you.

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