In The Dark
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shadowhiveIn The Dark
Pairing: Gelatinous Cube/Joe Trohman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Monster fucking, tentacle fucking (kinda?), AU, non-con
Notes: I’ve never played dnd and blame fadefur for this. They said they’d heard a fic like this but couldn’t find it so… I figured I should do it. I didn’t expect inspiration to strike but…. Hee you go. I don’t have a Joe icon so here’s a Pete one instead.
Joe was lost. He hated to admit it, but it was true. He’d thought it was going to be a simple quest, one that he could manage himself. Someone had lost a cat, and it was thought that they’d wandered into the dark cave just outside of the small village he’d found himself in. Everyone in the village had been scared of it and at first he’d just assumed it was for the usual reasons. Dark caves were scary to people, because you never knew what could be lurking inside them.
Well Joe was an adventurer and he was not easily scared or put off by such things, so he’d ventured into the cave.
The cave at first had seemed like he expected, dark, wet, generally like any other cave. And then his torch illuminated a pair of eyes, the eyes, as it turned out, of the black cat he’d been sent to find. He’d grinned in triumph, but of course the cat ran away. “Nyx!” He called out to the cat, but it ran right passed him, towards the exit.
And then he triggered… something and he ended up here.
He wasn’t sure where here was exactly. It wasn’t a cave, as the walls were smooth and clearly carved out. The villagers hadn’t mentioned anything about any ruins or catacombs when he’d talked to them so he wondered if this was new, unexplored.
At first that filled him with excitement. A new discovery like this could make him mildly famous and there was the possibility of finding treasure that hadn’t been discovered. As of yet though he hadn’t found anything, nor had he found an exit.
On the plus side he hadn’t encountered any creatures. There were no skeletons or bats or anything like that. Nor had he encountered any other traps either, which he was also glad about. He hadn’t stocked up on potions or anything, so the quiet was welcome, if a little disconcerting.
He sighed softly, leaning against the wall as he took a few moments to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down here, but it was awhile and he hadn’t got any closer to the exit. Was he walking around in circles? He hadn’t seen anything that indicated what this place was made for, nor had he found anything of value. The few rooms he’d seen were all bare which made him wonder if someone had already plundered this place. Or maybe whoever had built this place had too everything with them when they went.
Maybe he’d missed something, it was possible. There could have been a switch or something on one of the rooms he’d checked. But it was equally likely he was getting closer to the exit with every step, perhaps even more so.
He was about to start walking again when he heard it.
It was a squelching, slick sound and it made him freeze. Whatever it was, it sent a shiver down his spine. It was coming from the tunnel up ahead and he wasn’t exactly eager to find out what it was. He backed away, keeping his torch up, the glow from the crystal illuminating the passageway, but not enough to show whatever was coming. And it was coming, the sounds it made was getting closer. Instinctively his freehand reached for his dagger, pulling it out of the sheath and raising it in a defensive posture. He was torn between staying where he was to find out exactly what this thing was, fighting it if he could and running and hiding in one of the empty rooms, waiting for it to pass.
It took him a few moments before he decided to go with the latter.
He turned into the first side corridor that his light illuminated (had that been there before?) and he cursed softly when it seemed to be a dead end with nothing to hide behind. But maybe it would be enough. He took a breath and went down it, pressing his body against the wall. “Off.” He whispered to the crystal of his torch, which went dark as soon as the word left his lips. He wished he had his skill for enchantments that his friend Andy had. Fuck, he wished he was here, but only so he wasn’t alone. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, not wanting to alert the thing he was here.
The sound of its movement got louder. He wondered what it was, clearly some kind of slimy creature and it made him wonder if this was why the place was empty. Maybe whatever it was had devoured whatever or whoever made this place, as well as anything of value. He’d not seen any evidence of a slime creature, though to be honest he hadn’t exactly been looking for it.
He looked towards the corridor, watching for any signs it was close. His eyes were adjusting slightly to the darkness, though he wished he had some kind of night vision. The sound was getting closer with every passing moment and he swallowed, both dreading and curious as to what the thing could be.
The sound got louder and closer, the hairs on his arms sticking up as he tried to steady himself.
And then it appeared, sliding into view. He didn’t need to guess what it was, recognising it immediately. It was a gelatinous cube. The side of it moved along the corridor, wobbling slightly as it did and he swallowed trying to remember what he’d read about them.
They were said to live in dungeons or vaults, moving along corridors and eating whatever they came across. They came in various colours, some having additional abilities than just acid to dissolve what they came across. Blue ones were cold, red were hot. This one… seemed to be purple. Joe frowned, wondering what purple meant, though he couldn’t remember seeing anything about them.
As long as it didn’t see him and just kept moving then he should be ok. He took deep breaths, keeping his gaze on it, watching as it moved along the corridor entrance seeming to go painfully slowly.
One thing he did know about cubes was that they had no visible sensory organs, so he couldn’t tell if it had seen or heard him. With anything else at least he could try and avoid their eyeline, but all he could do was keep quiet, keep still and hope.
It was soon filling the end of the corridor and he held his breath, watching and waiting for it to continue its journey.
And then he felt his stomach drop as it started to move, not away like he hoped but towards him. “Shit.” Joe whispered, moving from the wall and speaking to the crystal. “On.” The crystal instantly became bright again and he saw the side of the cube, the purple mor obvious as it moved towards him. It seemed to be empty, with no signs of any remains within it which filled him with dread. He waved the torch around, looking for something, anything that could help him. There was nothing, no way out, no switches, no alcoves or passageways that he’d missed and he got the sinking feeling that he was going to die here.
It was always a risk of adventuring, he knew that. He knew there were all kinds of monsters in this world, not just beasts like dragons and beholders, but human monsters too, bandits and cultists that wouldn’t hesitate to kill you for coin or as a sacrifice. He knew that any quest could be his last but to go like this, alone in an unknown dungeon, on a quest for a missing cats of all things, to a gelatinous cube.
The side of it inches closer and closer and Joe resigns himself to his fate, taking what could be his last breath as it engulfs him.
He’s not sure what he expected it to feel, not that he had thought of this before, but it feels strange. His skin tingles and he’s pulled further into it, towards the middle of it. The slime of the cube fills his senses though to his surprise he can still breathe and see. He wonders if the cube will keep him alive like this, as he’s slowly digested. He’s heard that there’s some creatures that can keep people alive for much longer than there natural lifespan, devouring them over centuries, but he’d thought those were just ridiculous stories. And besides, how would anyone even know that was the case?
He felt the acid burn through his clothing, through the fabric of his pants. He’d not worn armour, not thought it was necessary and now he wishes he had. Though would it have made a difference? He doubted it. The acid burned away holes through the fabric of his pants, but he soon realised something, his eyes widening. These were not random holes, these were at his crotch and his ass. Great, as if this whole thing wasn’t undignified enough it was going to start eating him there. Her tried to struggle but the slime around him held him in place.
He waited, expecting to feel the burn of acid against his most sensitive areas but it doesn’t come. Instead he feels… something. The slime against his ass moves and it feels like his cheeks are being parted. He’s felt it before, but with human hands, this is… different. He feels something press against his opening, something that feels both slick and solid at the same time. He tries to stop from entering him, tries to struggle more but it’s useless. It fills him and he would cry out if he could, feeling slime fill his mouth. He can’t describe the taste, it’s like sweet and sour and acidic all at once. There must be something within it because he feels more relaxed right away and he stops his attempts at struggling.
The thing inside him starts to move, going deeper and expanding slowly, stretching him open. He wonders if this is how the cubes eat, not from dissolving through the skin in but from the inside out. He decides he doesn’t care as he swallows the slime, his body feeling tingling and over sensitive. He looks down and he can see that his dick is hard, sticking out into the soft slime surrounding him. When did that happen?
He feels the cube move around him and it’s like fingers brushing against his skin, against his face and his cock. It makes him ache and it feels like the slime is moving around his cock. It’s strange, but a good kind of strange, like fucking someone but better. Whatever is inside him gets bigger, pressing against the spot that he knows is in there. Pleasure shoots through him and he groans, his eyelids fluttering. It feels so good, like nothing else.
The slime around his cock moves more urgently around him and he gasps. More slime feels his mouth although this time it feels firmer, less like the liquid slime he’d tasted before. He wraps his lips around it, starting to suck on instinct, trailing his tongue against the slick underside. Part of his brain knows that this is strange, that this isn’t how this is supposed to be, but he finds himself caring less and less about it. Pleasure surges through him again and everything tingles.
The part of the cube inside him is moving faster now, each time it thrusts into him it catches his spot. It feels bigger now and the stretch of it makes him ache in the best way. The slime around his cock seems to be moving more and he can’t quite describe how it feels. It somehow feels like being inside someone, but also like a tongue and also like a hand. It’s all too much and it doesn’t take much more before he’s cumming into the slime of the cube.
He would be trembling from his orgasm, but the cube held him in place. The movements against and inside him didn’t stop either. The part of the cube inside him kept moving, not letting up and the one in his mouth started to move as well, the pace much more languid. The slime seemed to drool from it, sliding down his mouth. His dick was still hard and he wondered if it was from the slime, though it didn’t matter. It all felt so good, so overwhelming.
The acid of the cube burned through his tunic, but again the holes were purposeful in their placement. The slime moved against his skin, flicking his newly revealed nipples, making him groan. His eyes lidded, lost in the sensations. More of his pants were burned away, the slime brushing against his balls, playing with them. The movements felt like nothing else, like fingers and tongues and mouths yet all at once.
Joe shudders as he cums again into the slime, overwhelmed by everything that’s being done to him. Is this what happens to everyone when they’re taken by a cube? Well at least if this is how he’s going to go it’s with a smile.
All thoughts leave his head as more slime fills his mouth and he swallows it down. The slick thing in his mouth expands, stretching his lips wider and he doesn’t care how much his jaw is bound to hurt after this. His dick is still hard, sticking out from between his legs, the cube still pleasuring him. The part of it in his ass feels even bigger and he’s been stretched like nothing before. It’s thrusting deeper now, but every time it catches that spot that sends sparks through him.
It’s all so, so much. He wants it to end yet he also wants it to continue forever. The latter part of his brain seems louder, a constant chant of ‘don’t stop, please, keep going’. Wherever the cube is touching him sends pleasure though his body and it makes him moan against the part in his mouth.
He feels something tangle in his long, curly hair, pulling on it sharply which sends another spark of pleasure through him. Did this thing know that he liked his hair being pulled? Maybe it was just guessing. It tugged again, the thing in his mouth sliding deeper, more than anything had before. It felt so good to be like this, feeling so full. He wondered why he’d not done anything like it before. If he somehow made it out of here he’d have to, though he knew it would only feel like a shadow of how this felt.
The cube felt like it was rolling his balls and it felt like it was tightening around his cock, squeezing it as it milked him. It struck him then that maybe that was what it was doing, pleasuring him so much just to get his cum. He’d never heard of anything doing that before, but just because he hadn’t didn’t mean it didn’t exist. After all no one seemed to know this place existed and yet here he was.
His thoughts faded away as more pleasure surged through him. The sharp tugging on his hair, combined with everything else making his eyes lid. He’d have cries out in pleasure if he could, but it just came out as a muffled sound as he came again. It’s harder than before and the force of it makes him pass out, darkness taking him.
***
Joe blinks, groaning softly as he stirs awake. It takes him a few moments to full wake and a few more to realise where he is and then a few more for his mind to fill with questions.
He’s outside, in a field and it’s daylight and he guesses it’s morning. He rubs his forehead as he looks around, trying to work out where he was. Had that all been some sort of… dream? He looks down at himself and he sees that there are holes in his clothes in the places the cube’s acid had burned through them. He reaches behind himself and he blushes when he feels just how open his hole is. “Fuck.” He mutters to himself, looking around the grass surrounding him. His bag is there, as is his dagger and the torch, the crystal still shining. “Off.” He whispers to it and he sighs, leaning back against the grass.
He remains there for a few more moments before gathering his things and getting up, slowly heading in the direction that he feels is right. Hopefully he’s not far from the village and he can get to the tavern and change his clothes.
Well this is going to take some explaining.
Pairing: Gelatinous Cube/Joe Trohman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Monster fucking, tentacle fucking (kinda?), AU, non-con
Notes: I’ve never played dnd and blame fadefur for this. They said they’d heard a fic like this but couldn’t find it so… I figured I should do it. I didn’t expect inspiration to strike but…. Hee you go. I don’t have a Joe icon so here’s a Pete one instead.
Joe was lost. He hated to admit it, but it was true. He’d thought it was going to be a simple quest, one that he could manage himself. Someone had lost a cat, and it was thought that they’d wandered into the dark cave just outside of the small village he’d found himself in. Everyone in the village had been scared of it and at first he’d just assumed it was for the usual reasons. Dark caves were scary to people, because you never knew what could be lurking inside them.
Well Joe was an adventurer and he was not easily scared or put off by such things, so he’d ventured into the cave.
The cave at first had seemed like he expected, dark, wet, generally like any other cave. And then his torch illuminated a pair of eyes, the eyes, as it turned out, of the black cat he’d been sent to find. He’d grinned in triumph, but of course the cat ran away. “Nyx!” He called out to the cat, but it ran right passed him, towards the exit.
And then he triggered… something and he ended up here.
He wasn’t sure where here was exactly. It wasn’t a cave, as the walls were smooth and clearly carved out. The villagers hadn’t mentioned anything about any ruins or catacombs when he’d talked to them so he wondered if this was new, unexplored.
At first that filled him with excitement. A new discovery like this could make him mildly famous and there was the possibility of finding treasure that hadn’t been discovered. As of yet though he hadn’t found anything, nor had he found an exit.
On the plus side he hadn’t encountered any creatures. There were no skeletons or bats or anything like that. Nor had he encountered any other traps either, which he was also glad about. He hadn’t stocked up on potions or anything, so the quiet was welcome, if a little disconcerting.
He sighed softly, leaning against the wall as he took a few moments to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down here, but it was awhile and he hadn’t got any closer to the exit. Was he walking around in circles? He hadn’t seen anything that indicated what this place was made for, nor had he found anything of value. The few rooms he’d seen were all bare which made him wonder if someone had already plundered this place. Or maybe whoever had built this place had too everything with them when they went.
Maybe he’d missed something, it was possible. There could have been a switch or something on one of the rooms he’d checked. But it was equally likely he was getting closer to the exit with every step, perhaps even more so.
He was about to start walking again when he heard it.
It was a squelching, slick sound and it made him freeze. Whatever it was, it sent a shiver down his spine. It was coming from the tunnel up ahead and he wasn’t exactly eager to find out what it was. He backed away, keeping his torch up, the glow from the crystal illuminating the passageway, but not enough to show whatever was coming. And it was coming, the sounds it made was getting closer. Instinctively his freehand reached for his dagger, pulling it out of the sheath and raising it in a defensive posture. He was torn between staying where he was to find out exactly what this thing was, fighting it if he could and running and hiding in one of the empty rooms, waiting for it to pass.
It took him a few moments before he decided to go with the latter.
He turned into the first side corridor that his light illuminated (had that been there before?) and he cursed softly when it seemed to be a dead end with nothing to hide behind. But maybe it would be enough. He took a breath and went down it, pressing his body against the wall. “Off.” He whispered to the crystal of his torch, which went dark as soon as the word left his lips. He wished he had his skill for enchantments that his friend Andy had. Fuck, he wished he was here, but only so he wasn’t alone. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, not wanting to alert the thing he was here.
The sound of its movement got louder. He wondered what it was, clearly some kind of slimy creature and it made him wonder if this was why the place was empty. Maybe whatever it was had devoured whatever or whoever made this place, as well as anything of value. He’d not seen any evidence of a slime creature, though to be honest he hadn’t exactly been looking for it.
He looked towards the corridor, watching for any signs it was close. His eyes were adjusting slightly to the darkness, though he wished he had some kind of night vision. The sound was getting closer with every passing moment and he swallowed, both dreading and curious as to what the thing could be.
The sound got louder and closer, the hairs on his arms sticking up as he tried to steady himself.
And then it appeared, sliding into view. He didn’t need to guess what it was, recognising it immediately. It was a gelatinous cube. The side of it moved along the corridor, wobbling slightly as it did and he swallowed trying to remember what he’d read about them.
They were said to live in dungeons or vaults, moving along corridors and eating whatever they came across. They came in various colours, some having additional abilities than just acid to dissolve what they came across. Blue ones were cold, red were hot. This one… seemed to be purple. Joe frowned, wondering what purple meant, though he couldn’t remember seeing anything about them.
As long as it didn’t see him and just kept moving then he should be ok. He took deep breaths, keeping his gaze on it, watching as it moved along the corridor entrance seeming to go painfully slowly.
One thing he did know about cubes was that they had no visible sensory organs, so he couldn’t tell if it had seen or heard him. With anything else at least he could try and avoid their eyeline, but all he could do was keep quiet, keep still and hope.
It was soon filling the end of the corridor and he held his breath, watching and waiting for it to continue its journey.
And then he felt his stomach drop as it started to move, not away like he hoped but towards him. “Shit.” Joe whispered, moving from the wall and speaking to the crystal. “On.” The crystal instantly became bright again and he saw the side of the cube, the purple mor obvious as it moved towards him. It seemed to be empty, with no signs of any remains within it which filled him with dread. He waved the torch around, looking for something, anything that could help him. There was nothing, no way out, no switches, no alcoves or passageways that he’d missed and he got the sinking feeling that he was going to die here.
It was always a risk of adventuring, he knew that. He knew there were all kinds of monsters in this world, not just beasts like dragons and beholders, but human monsters too, bandits and cultists that wouldn’t hesitate to kill you for coin or as a sacrifice. He knew that any quest could be his last but to go like this, alone in an unknown dungeon, on a quest for a missing cats of all things, to a gelatinous cube.
The side of it inches closer and closer and Joe resigns himself to his fate, taking what could be his last breath as it engulfs him.
He’s not sure what he expected it to feel, not that he had thought of this before, but it feels strange. His skin tingles and he’s pulled further into it, towards the middle of it. The slime of the cube fills his senses though to his surprise he can still breathe and see. He wonders if the cube will keep him alive like this, as he’s slowly digested. He’s heard that there’s some creatures that can keep people alive for much longer than there natural lifespan, devouring them over centuries, but he’d thought those were just ridiculous stories. And besides, how would anyone even know that was the case?
He felt the acid burn through his clothing, through the fabric of his pants. He’d not worn armour, not thought it was necessary and now he wishes he had. Though would it have made a difference? He doubted it. The acid burned away holes through the fabric of his pants, but he soon realised something, his eyes widening. These were not random holes, these were at his crotch and his ass. Great, as if this whole thing wasn’t undignified enough it was going to start eating him there. Her tried to struggle but the slime around him held him in place.
He waited, expecting to feel the burn of acid against his most sensitive areas but it doesn’t come. Instead he feels… something. The slime against his ass moves and it feels like his cheeks are being parted. He’s felt it before, but with human hands, this is… different. He feels something press against his opening, something that feels both slick and solid at the same time. He tries to stop from entering him, tries to struggle more but it’s useless. It fills him and he would cry out if he could, feeling slime fill his mouth. He can’t describe the taste, it’s like sweet and sour and acidic all at once. There must be something within it because he feels more relaxed right away and he stops his attempts at struggling.
The thing inside him starts to move, going deeper and expanding slowly, stretching him open. He wonders if this is how the cubes eat, not from dissolving through the skin in but from the inside out. He decides he doesn’t care as he swallows the slime, his body feeling tingling and over sensitive. He looks down and he can see that his dick is hard, sticking out into the soft slime surrounding him. When did that happen?
He feels the cube move around him and it’s like fingers brushing against his skin, against his face and his cock. It makes him ache and it feels like the slime is moving around his cock. It’s strange, but a good kind of strange, like fucking someone but better. Whatever is inside him gets bigger, pressing against the spot that he knows is in there. Pleasure shoots through him and he groans, his eyelids fluttering. It feels so good, like nothing else.
The slime around his cock moves more urgently around him and he gasps. More slime feels his mouth although this time it feels firmer, less like the liquid slime he’d tasted before. He wraps his lips around it, starting to suck on instinct, trailing his tongue against the slick underside. Part of his brain knows that this is strange, that this isn’t how this is supposed to be, but he finds himself caring less and less about it. Pleasure surges through him again and everything tingles.
The part of the cube inside him is moving faster now, each time it thrusts into him it catches his spot. It feels bigger now and the stretch of it makes him ache in the best way. The slime around his cock seems to be moving more and he can’t quite describe how it feels. It somehow feels like being inside someone, but also like a tongue and also like a hand. It’s all too much and it doesn’t take much more before he’s cumming into the slime of the cube.
He would be trembling from his orgasm, but the cube held him in place. The movements against and inside him didn’t stop either. The part of the cube inside him kept moving, not letting up and the one in his mouth started to move as well, the pace much more languid. The slime seemed to drool from it, sliding down his mouth. His dick was still hard and he wondered if it was from the slime, though it didn’t matter. It all felt so good, so overwhelming.
The acid of the cube burned through his tunic, but again the holes were purposeful in their placement. The slime moved against his skin, flicking his newly revealed nipples, making him groan. His eyes lidded, lost in the sensations. More of his pants were burned away, the slime brushing against his balls, playing with them. The movements felt like nothing else, like fingers and tongues and mouths yet all at once.
Joe shudders as he cums again into the slime, overwhelmed by everything that’s being done to him. Is this what happens to everyone when they’re taken by a cube? Well at least if this is how he’s going to go it’s with a smile.
All thoughts leave his head as more slime fills his mouth and he swallows it down. The slick thing in his mouth expands, stretching his lips wider and he doesn’t care how much his jaw is bound to hurt after this. His dick is still hard, sticking out from between his legs, the cube still pleasuring him. The part of it in his ass feels even bigger and he’s been stretched like nothing before. It’s thrusting deeper now, but every time it catches that spot that sends sparks through him.
It’s all so, so much. He wants it to end yet he also wants it to continue forever. The latter part of his brain seems louder, a constant chant of ‘don’t stop, please, keep going’. Wherever the cube is touching him sends pleasure though his body and it makes him moan against the part in his mouth.
He feels something tangle in his long, curly hair, pulling on it sharply which sends another spark of pleasure through him. Did this thing know that he liked his hair being pulled? Maybe it was just guessing. It tugged again, the thing in his mouth sliding deeper, more than anything had before. It felt so good to be like this, feeling so full. He wondered why he’d not done anything like it before. If he somehow made it out of here he’d have to, though he knew it would only feel like a shadow of how this felt.
The cube felt like it was rolling his balls and it felt like it was tightening around his cock, squeezing it as it milked him. It struck him then that maybe that was what it was doing, pleasuring him so much just to get his cum. He’d never heard of anything doing that before, but just because he hadn’t didn’t mean it didn’t exist. After all no one seemed to know this place existed and yet here he was.
His thoughts faded away as more pleasure surged through him. The sharp tugging on his hair, combined with everything else making his eyes lid. He’d have cries out in pleasure if he could, but it just came out as a muffled sound as he came again. It’s harder than before and the force of it makes him pass out, darkness taking him.
***
Joe blinks, groaning softly as he stirs awake. It takes him a few moments to full wake and a few more to realise where he is and then a few more for his mind to fill with questions.
He’s outside, in a field and it’s daylight and he guesses it’s morning. He rubs his forehead as he looks around, trying to work out where he was. Had that all been some sort of… dream? He looks down at himself and he sees that there are holes in his clothes in the places the cube’s acid had burned through them. He reaches behind himself and he blushes when he feels just how open his hole is. “Fuck.” He mutters to himself, looking around the grass surrounding him. His bag is there, as is his dagger and the torch, the crystal still shining. “Off.” He whispers to it and he sighs, leaning back against the grass.
He remains there for a few more moments before gathering his things and getting up, slowly heading in the direction that he feels is right. Hopefully he’s not far from the village and he can get to the tavern and change his clothes.
Well this is going to take some explaining.
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Date: 2021-06-26 12:28 am (UTC)Maybe! I have written tentacle stuff before so I could do other things maybe! And aww thank you so many!
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Date: 2023-07-29 05:35 pm (UTC)Thank so many!🖤