TW// a bit of dacryphilia, master/servant vibes, humiliation and degradation
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
→ Azul Ashengrotto
He meets you at the entrance ceremony and sees you’re slightly anxious for the results, but he mostly pays no mind. But when he sees that somehow, you’ve placed in Octaniville, he gets enthused. People see that you’ve caused this octopus boy’s attention to overlook everything else, and instead, hunt you over. With the help of his two eel companions, Floyd and Jade, he’ll hunt you down, just so he can get to know you better. He saw that you were easygoing, and that you were just a bit naive, kind of like a kitten wandering around a parking lot in search of a warm bed and a good meal. He saw that you were a people pleaser, and Floyd started giving him ideas on the future, with his mind being the way it is. The ideas on corruption started to flow in his mind, Suggestibility, perhaps? He let his mind dance briefly, but not enough for it to get distracted, oh no. He offers you a place at the Mostro Lounge. Are you in need of a job there in this new world? Of course, you’ll take it happily won’t you? But don’t worry. This won’t be the end of your relations with Azul, no no.
His mind will curve around the fact that you’re particularly smart, and that your grades seem to be important to you, which adds more fantasies within his fishy friend’s head.How you treat customers, your innocent sweet smile, the way your ass jiggles in your light fitting pants… ah did we mention that Jade gave you pants that were a size too small? Yeah, for the sake of Azul trying to examine your behavior with other people, you grew increasingly anxious when you felt your pants tightening with each step, how your breath started to wander off on its own path… oh, but let’s not get too hasty now. He has work to do.
Oh, how he’ll play you into his palm moments later however. Much like a kitten, your submissive nature may get the best of you when he pulls a contact from his lovely hands, golden paper aligned with a signature line adorning the bottom of the cursive typed wording, neatly spaced and ready for any innocent reader to take a nose dive. Of course, when you read it you sign it right? As a people pleaser, you’re so agreeable. Such an agreeable little darling you can be for this octopus.~ But what does this contract entail? Do we have a deal?
Well, it’s you of course! In exchange for fufilling all of Your desires he gets you in exchange… you body at least. As a chubby man himself, he sees your stretch marks and your beautiful chub, and he finds enlightenment to see that he can have someone to relate to. Albeit he’s a little ashamed in his body, he can find pleasure in the fact that you don’t mind.
Such a cutie patootie you are to him, obeying every command like a dog, listening to his every word, it’s almost like you were made to be put on a leash for his amusement. He’ll give you complicated things to do— such as dusting up in high places where you have to force your body to stretch up real high, or clean down below tables, where you have to find ways to contort your body so that you’ll fit. He watches you do this with a twisted grin, as he gets to revel in the fact that you’re trying for him.
Some octopi can be quite aggressive. Especially however in the presence of a mate. So when Floyd comes for grabs, Azul, quite darkly, shoos him away from his prey. Buying you lavish things as possession gifts, watching you wear them as you game with your friends. They see you wearing that necklace he got for you the other day, or the ring he found just out of nowhere— damn near strapped to your finger like a keepsake. He finds it erotic that other people get to see these gifts without any real or clear intention as to what they mean.
And when he ties you up so intricately, he’s always been a fan of shibari, the Japanese rope tie style, so intricate and so artistic, like a piece of artwork for his crustacean eyes. He’s so fascinated by your doe eyes, the way they revel in the false light of hope. Your reddening cheeks, puffy and akin to his own, filling with blood at his feather light glove clad touches on your skin. How quaint.~
The Leech twins can only scoff and laugh at the mess that Azul has made you— from a commoner to his queen, wrapped in a contract. Be sweet to him, and he will show you his mercy, as a gentleman should. But when he doesn’t, oh dear do things get wild. He’ll start by verbally degrading you as he enters the room, clapping his hands slowly, as if honoring your subtle form in his shadow. He walks over, slowly, like a snake in the woods monitoring its prey, and he pulls you closer. Pulls you by the chain wrapped on your neck. The beautiful sapphire gems engraved in what would’ve been soft black leather, with his initials and yours, carved into a single silver heart with a cute bell in the front that would ring when you got excited. Would command you to kneel before him and service him, much like a good girl should. Being keen on the fact that you would be doing everything, his hands would be instructing yours, as though silently telling you to unbutton, pull down, pull out, caress, stroke, suck….
Will you be a good girl and get back on the bed for him? Like good prey that he won’t have to hunt down? Will you be good and spread your legs for him? Giving him a feast for his eyes to drool upon, as your cunt swells and dumbly drools at the sight of his hunger laden eyes. At times like this, he’s all but gentle as he shows you who’s boss here, the dominant one in this contract, all the while keeping a confident smile on his face knowing he has all the power, all the control, all the energy in the world knowing he has everything laid out before him, just for him to take and crush. To pound. To make that someone cry and whine and moan like a small cat, clawing away at him for mercy. It’s not gonna work my dear. With all this power he has, he’ll go crazy.
Note: HFJDHJDJDJDJD this is a very old wip i found in my drafts about the leech twins and before you click this please be warned that there are somewhat graphic descriptions of violence here that may be unsuitable for some audience so please proceed with caution!
Blood was splattered all over the furniture — the shouts and screams of nearby students were deafening as they scrambled to the exit, some stayed behind out of concern for the ones injured. Shattered glass stained with an unsightly crimson sunk deep into his skin, he could barely stomach the scene that played in front of him.
Floyd harshly pulled out the glass sticking into his abdomen, the blood gushing out of his wound as he limped towards his brother who was unmoving on the ground. His face was full of gashes and wounds that could make the ordinary person cringe from disgust. But the worst wasn’t any of those cuts, a river of blood poured out from his eye into the floor.
Floyd stood silent. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he looked at what was left of his eye. The voices inside his head started screaming at him, longing to pull him to the darkness he may never crawl back up from. ‘This is your fault.’No…'He would’ve never lost his eye if it weren’t for you.’
Something squeezed his heart. A blank look taking over his face as he faced up, his hands inching closer to his one eye — his nails digging into his eye before excruciating pain took over him. But he stood his ground and pulled his eye from its socket, staring at it with the one he had left before an eerie smile decorated his face.
Floyd knelt down, placing his eye near where Jade laid unconscious. “Mhm, this should be enough for you to forgive me, right?”
“An eye for an eye… Isn’t that right? I’ll give you my other eye too if that’s what you want…” Floyd’s voice became hoarse, tears falling from his eye. “So please… You can’t die.”
Azul: I’m simply trying very hard to make a new friend for no reason in particular other then I find him interesting, why do you two insist on mocking me for my efforts, in fact I believe my efforts are admirable even
