Fics like phantasmagoria

“Buck,” he seethes louder, fighting to free himself while the wet shine of Buck’s eyes threaten to get swallowed up by darkness. The image of them wide with terror is imprinted vividly on the back of his eyelids. “Buck, move, we have to get out of here.” “Eddie—” Buck starts, finally something, but then Eddie is gasping from the sudden constriction around his wrists. They’re tight, cutting off his circulation until his arm goes white, the skin of his hands ballooning from the pressure. His tendons flex tautly in screaming protest. “Ah—” he hisses, gritting his teeth together, neck snapping downwards when there’s another touch at his legs. It’s hard to make sense of in the darkness, but he can just make out the shape of something coiling around each thigh, inky black and smooth as oil. The only helpful word his brain supplies: tendrils. Bottom Eddie Week day 2: Fantasy (tentacles)

Fics like phantasmagoria

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