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I've been wondering why it's been so quiet on LJ lately, but then I realized that it's pretty much because of the trifecta of Potterdammerung, Otakon, and the latest LJ Wankpocalypse.

How sad, that the pr0n should suffer in this terrible time. Won't anyone think of the innocent pr0n?

Yes, I'm having a hard time finding fics to read. But that should be a good thing since I can focus on studying since this week's been boring.
From: [identity profile] wickedgameff.livejournal.com
It crept towards him, slowly but surely. Heero looked at it wide-eyed, his lips twitching with the feeling of slime on them. It had caught him by surprise, this monster. He hadn't been prepared and therefore had been in no place to defend himself when it had attacked.

The way it attacked, however, surprised him to no end. He expected it to lift him into the air, expected it to try and tear him limb from limb. Instead, it laid him out on the slimy surface of the bog, keeping him up by laying him on top of its body. Heero didn't pretend to be brave, he thought if he played dead it would lose interest and let him go...

But it didn't. Tentacles had wrapped around all four of his limbs, spreading him out spread-eagled. Slimy tendrils had caressed his face, as if reading him. Those tendrils had slipped into his mouth, probed at his tongue and cheeks, tasting the inside of him.

And now large tentacles climbed up him, climbed inside his pants, climbed inside his shirt. One of them held his head down by wrapping snugly around his neck, not choking him but not being easy on him either.

Heero closed his eyes and willed it to end. He wished he were anyplace but here. And as he felt a tentacle probe at his ass he willed himself to think it was anyone else, that it was anything else.

Duo's black vibrator, Duo's tongue...

please, let it be anything else

From: [identity profile] wickedgameff.livejournal.com
It stretched him, firm but giving at the same time. It pushed inside, soft and slick. Heero wanted to scream, but found no noise would come, especially when a thick tentacle pushed its way inside his mouth, blocking his voice. Tears leaked from his eyes as his ass burned with the stretching, his pants ripping where a tentacle had found its way to his dick.

He didn't like the way he was responding now, his cock coming to attention in the embrace of the tentacle as it moved up and down, around and around. The tentacle in his ass was moving in and out now, the suction cups along it gently scraping the walls of his ass. He could feel it wiggling inside of him, felt it prodding and going deeper than Duo ever had. Heero felt full, and strangely, he felt less and less violated as time went on.

He grunted around the brackish tentacle in his mouth as he came, stimulated beyond the brink. He heard and felt the tentacle suck up his semen, it felt like the world's largest, softest tongue on his skin.

Slowly but surely the tentacles slipped away: the one on his cock dissapeared, as did the one in his mouth. Heero was spitting by the time the one in his ass slipped away, almost reluctant in its slowness. His limbs were released one by one, and then Heero was struggling toward the shore.

He looked out over the bog, puzzled at how uninviting the green, murky water seemed, with its patches of algae and muck. Not even two minutes ago he had been violated there.

He didn't think he could ever forget it. And he didn't know how he would ever explain it.

He guessed it was just another secret he would always have to keep to himself.

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