You have no clue where you’re living now. It took some coaxing with homemade snacks to get you to talk to her that first night, but as the weeks go on, you kind of think that being with her isn’t that bad. Now, how about you tell me about yourself? And maybe I can answer some questions for you too.”Īgatha is a kind kidnapper, you decide. “Go? You just got here! Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m not gonna throw you into it right away. “I don’t…” A billion questions get caught on your tongue before you finally just whisper, “Please, let me go.” Or whatever name tickles that spot between your thighs.” Only it’s more like ‘my time of the year.’ Oh, where are my manners? Getting to the dirty business before I even introduce myself! You can call me Agatha, baby. “You know how you little humans get your time of the month? My kind has something similar. “Toy, prey, breeding bitch, whatever you like, dear,” she waves her hand flippantly. “Toy?” You gulp, daring to sit up as she sits in a rolling office chair beside you.

Just make sure mine are safe and happy.’ But do they listen to me? No! Now you’ve got a migraine.” “I told them, ‘I don’t care what you do with your toys.

You look at her, puzzled, still remaining frozen in place in case this is some kind of trap. “My apologies if they were,” she shakes her head, moving to undo the straps that are holding you down. You honestly don’t remember anything that happened other than a dull throbbing pain in your head. “I don’t know,” you mumble as her grip loosens on your jaw. “What’s wrong, cutie? Were my friends too rough with you?” A pretty middle-aged woman with a wide grin stares down at you, and you cringe when her hand comes up to grip your face. You blink as your eyes adjust to the light change, opening them to see probably the exact opposite of who you expected to have kidnapped you out and strapped you to a table. Hovering over you, dark hair falls into your own face, tickling your nose as your captor takes far too close a look at you. Unable to sit up on your own, you can’t see who’s speaking until they step over into view.

I know you humans are awfully easy to break.” “Too tight for you, hon? I told my little helpers to be gentle with you. Panic fills your body as you struggle, and you hear a low chuckle echo across the sterile walls of the room. You startle as you fully awaken, puzzled when you find that your limbs are strapped down. Masterlist | ao3 link | monsterfucker celebration masterlistĪ harsh white light blinds you as you come to, body tingling with a mix of adrenaline and fear. Warnings: dark themes (kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, dubcon because of those), softdark!agatha, smut (18+), breeding kink, mommy kink, tentacle sex, size kink, overstimulation, hints of medfet but not explicit, oviposition (oops, its nasty time) Word count: 2k (aka not a drabble oh well) Summary/request: agatha is part of an alien species that’s dying out. Ship: tentacle monster!agatha x fem!reader

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