| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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Avery/Jackson, Avery/tentacles/Jackson, Rylan/tentacles (+ Avery/Rylan/Jackson???)
Title: All These Voices
Pairing/Rating: F!DB/Mikael NC-17
Challenges: Prompt (https://www.evernote.com/shard/s216/nl/25672064/892b049a-8bcc-4545-9617-e4cf47a70f8a).
Summary: F!DB has been traveling with Erik “the Slayer” for a few weeks now, and while she really likes the kid, she's encountered a bit of a problem: she really likes the kid. Specifically, she really likes his (ie, Jason Marsden's) voice. But she's not about to take advantage of a guy that's, what, a few weeks past eighteen? Enter that sleazy bard, Mikael.
Title: Nameless Thing source (http://www.cryptopia.us/site/2010/01/nameless-thing-of-berkeley-square-england/)
Pairing/Rating: Avery/Jackson + Rylan
Challenges: [paranormal25 (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/10166.html)] 23. writer's choice (The Nameless Thing of Berkeley Square)
Summary: Give me Avery and Jackson, both captured by a tentacle monster and filled with its seed, desperately rutting against each other. And mind controlled into loving it. --Ripped off from this (https://www.evernote.com/Home.action?offer=www_menu#n=67053b1a-3ea8-4814-9a07-ccbbcc6898d5&b=12a1590a-efa3-4560-8289-c5e94bbcc094&ses=4&sh=1&sds=5&) dragonage_kink post.
Warnings: dubcon (mind control), forced bi/homosexuality
Nameless Thing [1/?]
Rylan knew she wasn't going to leave here with any answers, either. If she left here at all.
Fighting a rising tide of panic, Rylan tested the thick wire mesh of the security door that had slammed down between them a few minutes ago, when they'd been all but convinced that there wasn't anything unusual about this warehouse at all. Before they'd been proven so very wrong. Though everything else in the building had seemed to dilapidated and easily overcome, this wall of metal between her and her boys was the first obvious anomaly in the place--if one neglected to count the creature, of course. It was shiny and seemingly new, no hint of rust or even dirt, looking as if it had been put into place hours before they'd arrived instead of decades. And yet from what she could see of this creature--a shapeless mass and writhing, prehensile tentacles--it wasn't as if it could've put the door in place itself; even if she couldn't seem to wrap her mind around what this was, it clearly wasn't something that could walk into a hardware store. And that meant there had to be someone else at work here--a man behind the monster.
Whoever the fuck that turned out to be, Rylan was going to take considerable satisfaction in blowing that person's brains out of their skull.
Rylan covered her ears, wincing as Avery started firing again, unloading his gun into where she was fairly sure the bulk of the creature stood. But if he managed it hit it, there was no obvious sign of its pain; there were no sounds of its agony, no visible injuries, no rush of blood over the concrete floor, just the continuous sway of the tentacles, thick and black and glistening wetly beneath the dim lights. When he finally stopped, Rylan seized the gate again and shook it with everything she had, and again she heard Avery scream for her to, "Stay there, goddamn it!", as if she planned to go in instead of letting them out.
Beside him, Jackson cast an uncertain glance back at her, and somehow that was the thing that tipped her past the breaking point into genuine fear; even after all the shit she'd drawn him into, even after all the horrible ordeals the three of them had endured so far, Rylan hadn't seen Jackson lose his cool once. If Jackson was frightened, it was only because he no longer believed they were going to win. And he'd thought them so infallible until now.
When it finally happened, it happened all at once. Rylan felt something slam into the back of her, hitting her hard just above her rear and slamming her face-first into the gate, and it was her own panicked scream that drew Jackson and Avery's attention from the creature in front of them for the first time since the gate had fallen. To his credit, Jackson's first instinct was to move, rushing toward her as if he actually had a plan--but he didn't get far. A tentacle the size of a boa constrictor grabbed him just as it had grabbed her, seized him around the waist and pulled him back so hard she feared he'd been hurt; and beside him, a series of smaller limbs descended upon Avery, coiling tightly around his wrists and his ankles and squeezing until the empty gun dropped from his hand and hit the concrete floor with a depressing finality.
If this thing planned to kill them, there wouldn't be anything they could do about it now. And yet Rylan still had the unsettling suspicion that it wasn't planning that at all.
Nameless Thing [2/?]
And Rylan, much as she wanted to rush in and save her boys, wasn't doing much better. The massive limb at her back pressed her hard against the gate, and she feared it might actually crush her; what she didn't know, unfortunately, was whether struggling to free herself--and likely failing as Avery and Jackson were--or simply going slack and giving in to whatever the hell it was trying to do was the better option. What exactly was this thing planning to do?
When she got her answer, she wished she hadn't.
There were tentacles everywhere, more of the slick black limbs than Rylan could hope to count, and they seemed to descend upon the two men all at once. Still bound tightly--another of the massive tentacles had come forward to support Avery's waist as it lifted him, still struggling and now shouting in his panicked fury--they couldn't do much to avoid what was happening as the limbs began to tear away at their clothes. Rylan watched in utter horror as they were stripped piece by piece, anything that couldn't be quickly taken from them being instead sliced from their bodies by a terrifyingly serrated tentacle, and she was still somehow vaguely relieved when that particular limb disappeared from her vision, withdrawing from them without living a single scratch. None that she could see, anyway.
A moment later, of course, she realized just how stupid she'd been.
The moan of terror she let out when the black, serrated limb entered her peripheral vision would have shamed her in almost any other situation, but this situation certainly called for it. She held as still as possible, trembling as it slid between her skin and the fabric of her shirt, the massive, trunk-like tentacle at her back still holding her against the metal mesh. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as it sawed through her clothes, and while they didn't fall away, pinned to her as they were by the larger tentacle and the gate at her front, she knew that if it pulled her back, everything would fall away in an instant, leaving her as bare and exposed as Avery and Jackson were now on the other side of the room.
She had her eyes locked on them as it cut away at her clothes, watching with ever-rising dread as the two of them were set upon, long, wet, prehensile limbs taking hold of human skin and bathing it in a thin coating of whatever the tentacles themselves were coated in. They didn't seem to be doing anything, though, and there was something almost more disturbing about that. If they weren't trying to accomplish anything, then it stood to reason that, instead, they were preparing.
Just as this thought occurred to her, Rylan was abruptly let go, the tentacle at her back receding so swiftly she hardly had time to process it before other limbs, smaller limbs, seized her instead. She felt the warm, pulsating flesh, slick with some viscous fluid she couldn't begin to identify, enclose her bare flesh, taking hold of her wrists and her ankles and even her upper thighs, and then wrench her firmly backward.
Rylan screamed again, but this time, Jackson and Avery might as well have not heard it. They certainly didn't have any chance to react, bound as they were.
And then, almost in unison, three other tentacles, different from the rest in a single, terrifying way, fell upon them all. Rylan watched the one near her with a kind of horrified suspicion, wondering what exactly it intended to do.
Nameless Thing [3/?]
In any other situation--had she not been bound and on the brink of potential destruction by the damn thing--Rylan would've thought this particular new arrival hilarious. It was undeniably phallic, something that belonged in one of those weird Japanese pornos instead of her actual fucking life, and yet Rylan was fairly sure she had somehow managed to stumble into the one warehouse in the universe where those two vastly different worlds were about to intersect.
And as horrified as she was by that thought, she couldn't begin to guess what was going through Avery and Jackson's heads right now.
On the other side of the gate, Avery and Jackson were both still struggling against their bonds, though Jackson's struggles were growing fainter even as Avery's became more frenzied. Finally, as the new, bulbous-ended tentacles approached them with an odd sort of caution in their movements, as perhaps if they were more fragile than the others, the divergence of their responses reached its apex; Jackson went completely still, not quite lax in the grip of the beast but as immobile as Rylan herself was at the moment, and she watched his head fall back as he seemed to accept whatever was about to happen to him. Her heart seized in terror, her eyes locked on the blonde while the redhead beside him raged against his captor.
The bulbous tentacle near Jackson seemed to take his apparent submission as invitation, and Rylan's gaze followed its descent. She felt an uncomfortable stirring between her legs, an interest in what exactly was about to happen--what she thought was about to happen--that made her sick with herself, more so than she'd ever been before. She was a monster for it, she decided; this wasn't like in the past, where the only person who could even possibly be hurt by her own stupid, foolish weaknesses to... to things like this was herself. Jackson and Avery--assuming she was right about what they were about to endure alongside her--were victims, and she had no right in the world to get off on that.
And yet she couldn't keep her eyes off her boyfriend's face as the head of the tentacle nudged against his lips, and she was shocked to see him open his mouth, just as he was mutely bid, and let the thing slip between his lips and onto his tongue.
It helped, Rylan knew, that Jackon didn't appear to be fighting this, but never let it be said that she was a woman to mistake lack of struggle for consent. But, of course, no matter how much she kept telling herself that this was wrong, that she shouldn't even be watching it, let alone enjoying it, however involuntarily, enjoy it she did, and it was almost enough to keep her attention from the far more disturbing scene going off just to Jackson's right, where Avery hung in the air and still fought for his freedom.
She rather suspected at this point that fighting wasn't worth the exertion.
Tiny tentacles, jet black and small enough that Rylan might not have seen them from where she was if they didn't arrive in bulk, moved toward Avery's jaw, and her eyes widened at the sight of them trailing over his face like snakes, squirming and writhing over his skin until they reached his mouth and curled inward, pushing past his lips with absurd ease--and then they appeared to be tugging his jaw open, sliding in between his teeth and prying the two rows apart until his mouth was being held open and vulnerable, and the bulbous tentacle pushed into his mouth, muffling Avery's scream.
Nameless Thing [4/?]
Rylan glanced at the third of these particularly phallic tentacles, eyed it warily where it still waited a few feet away from her head, and wondered what exactly it was waiting for. She couldn't imagine--had to hope--that it didn't have anything planned for her that it wasn't doing to the others, and the other way... well, the idea that it was for some reason going to refrain from doing to her what it was doing to them was disturbing in its own right. She couldn't begin to guess what that would mean.
Finally, after minutes passed with only the sounds of Avery's ongoing screams as company, Rylan saw the tentacle in Jackson's mouth begin to withdraw. And when the rounded head of it slipped past its lips, she felt her interest stirring again in spite of all her attempts to quell it; it was now, upon exit, dripping not the clear, viscous fluid the tentacle lingering near her was oozing even now. Instead, there was an obvious and familiar string of white between them, and Rylan was particularly disturbed to discover that she couldn't seem to bring her mind to call anything but what it looked like.
Cum. That thing, by all appearances, had just cum in Jackson's mouth... and, much more oddly, he didn't seem particularly distressed about it. Far from it, in fact; she could see his cock stirring between his legs, and nothing about that boded well. A few few away from him, Avery had either devolved into tears or was so repulsed by what was happening to him that his eyes were watering--and when the thing withdrew from him, as well, she got her confirmation that it was the latter. Avery broke into a fit of coughing before the thing was even out of his mouth, obviously trying to get its suspiciously semen-like deposit out of his mouth instead of swallowing it as (she assumed) Jackson had done. But the tentacle didn't retreat that far, stayed in place and then slowly started pushing back in until finally Rylan, her gaze fixed on Avery's throat, could actually see him swallow what it had given him.
She cast another nervous glance at the tentacle near her. It still hadn't shifted, and that was honestly beginning to scare her. She rather doubted it could possibly be a good thing.
Try as she might to keep her eyes from the quickly rising erection at Avery's groin, there was nothing she could do to stop herself; and, truth be told, she honestly wasn't sure whether she was pleased or disappointed to see that sign of his own arousal. It mean, of course, that whatever this creature had just done to them--the odd mimicry of fellatio it had just forced them both to perform--had been designed to earn that response. It had given them something, some kind of biological aphrodisiac or something along those lines that was pulling this reaction from them.
On the one hand, it might make what she suspected was about to happen easier on them both--though she certainly couldn't take that for granted, and it could always instead make it worse.
And on the other hand... it meant that, as usual, she was alone. She was the only one of them that, it appeared, the creature didn't even see the need to intoxicate. She was the only one of them who was aroused on her own, the only one with her blood rushing to her groin because she was interested, not because it was forcing her to become aroused. She was the only one of them as sick as this, and she couldn't help but wonder as the tentacle lingered nearby, still untouched, if perhaps it knew that about her. Perhaps it knew it didn't even need to waste the effort.
She wouldn't need any artificial arousal to let it fuck her. She hadn't even planned to put up a fight.
Nameless Thing [5/?]
If she could have gotten one of them out of here, at least, it would've been Avery. Because for all he was brave and strong and more experienced by far with the horrors of the world, he was, she feared, the least equipped to handle this.
But his screams had died, and as the little tentacles fell to his hips, writhing across his skin with an obvious goal in mind, they were replaced by moans of pleasure and the anticipation of more that had her body's already piqued interest sparking to light like a match in a lit room, and she almost didn't know where to look as the tentacles descended upon them both.
Jackson was unabashed, either more affected by the aphrodisiac than Avery was yet or else simply more inclined to give in to the urges it had put into his mind, and there was nothing Rylan could do to stop herself now. She watched him arching up into the creature's limbs, heard him groan deeply in appreciation as one of the slick black tentacles coiled around his dick, and his hips, at least, didn't seem to distinguish between that touch and any other. He fucked into its grip with earnest, and when another tentacle, one of the many with the tapered ends and a girth quite similar, Rylan realized now, to a perhaps larger-than-average cock, slid up the inside of his thigh, beneath his balls, and between his cheeks, he pushed back against it and spread his legs wider.
He was undeniably eager for this now. There was no getting around that.
Beside him, Avery wasn't that far behind. In spite of everything she'd assumed about him--every joke she'd made about him being prudish or even virginal and even her actual knowledge that he was (or so he claimed) both straight and shamefully vanilla--he wasn't managing to resist any better than Jackson himself was. He was startlingly responsive at the moment, perhaps either sensitive to the creature's touch or else sensitive in general, and the noises he made as the jet-black limb stroked his cock to full hardness and beyond were downright obscene.
That, perhaps more than anything else, served to so fully highlight to her exactly how unequivocally wrong this was. Avery didn't want this any more than he wanted her to see him like this; whatever Rylan and Jackson's own feelings about what was happening--not matter what kind of gods-damned perverts the two of them happened to be--Avery was normal, and more importantly, he was private. He didn't want them to see him like this, and the only reason he was going along with it was that this beast had clearly done something to him, just the same way it had obviously done something to Jackson.
Rylan had a sinking feeling that Avery wasn't going to forgive them after this was over. She could see it in her mind's eye already, see his rage mixing with the humiliation of knowing what had been done to him, and the only good that would come of that would be the destruction of this fucking monster. But there was a strong chance it might destroy a few other things in its wake, and that was what Rylan feared now.
Other than the obvious, more pressing concern, of course.
As the minutes ticked past, Rylan became increasingly aware of just how utterly helpless she was. This thing wasn't letting her go, but it also hadn't advanced on her the way it had on the men, and that was a puzzle unto itself. So while she was certainly grateful to be more or less unmolested at the moment, her lack of clothing and the tattered and discarded remnants of what she'd been wearing before the attack notwithstanding, she was at a complete loss of what to do; struggling wasn't helping, and at the moment, she was rather loathe to try it again anyway, lest it only attract the creature's attention--and wrath--once more, which could either leave her in the same awkward nightmare as Avery and Jackson... or something far worse.