Falling, by ekala_sy_eph (R)
Fandom: TRON
Pairing: Tron/OC
Length: ~600 words
Author on LJ: ekala_sy_eph
Author Website:
Warnings: MAJOR spoiler for Legacy. Also, per the author, “tentacle porn, introspective what the hell”.
Why this must be read:
I’m biased because I posted the tronkinkmeme prompt that inspired this story. (Own your kinks, that's my motto.) But come on - TENTACLES! Every fandom needs tentacles!
It wraps around him, gentle and warm and covered in bright, white circuitry that nearly blinded him as one of its appendages wrapped around his still-present helmet. He made a soft noise of protest, fingers twitching, but the touch continues, firmly encasing wrists and legs and waist. The feeling he gets is that he should relax - distantly, he thinks that maybe this is an ISO, a mutation of some sort that can communicate through his circuits as another feeling washes over him; trust and giving and total, complete relaxation. He is more relaxed than he thinks he'd ever been, even before...
Some of the appendages hold him steady, still above whatever creature this was. Others roamed, sucking gently at his exposed circuits and brushing over sensitive code. It felt good, letting his processors work on something that required no memory, no thought, just a physical, purely programmed response to outside stimuli.
A lot of tentacle porn is about violation; this story is about sex as mystery, communion, and overwhelming pleasure.
“ Falling”
Pairing: Tron/OC
Length: ~600 words
Author on LJ: ekala_sy_eph
Author Website:
Warnings: MAJOR spoiler for Legacy. Also, per the author, “tentacle porn, introspective what the hell”.
Why this must be read:
I’m biased because I posted the tronkinkmeme prompt that inspired this story. (Own your kinks, that's my motto.) But come on - TENTACLES! Every fandom needs tentacles!
It wraps around him, gentle and warm and covered in bright, white circuitry that nearly blinded him as one of its appendages wrapped around his still-present helmet. He made a soft noise of protest, fingers twitching, but the touch continues, firmly encasing wrists and legs and waist. The feeling he gets is that he should relax - distantly, he thinks that maybe this is an ISO, a mutation of some sort that can communicate through his circuits as another feeling washes over him; trust and giving and total, complete relaxation. He is more relaxed than he thinks he'd ever been, even before...
Some of the appendages hold him steady, still above whatever creature this was. Others roamed, sucking gently at his exposed circuits and brushing over sensitive code. It felt good, letting his processors work on something that required no memory, no thought, just a physical, purely programmed response to outside stimuli.
A lot of tentacle porn is about violation; this story is about sex as mystery, communion, and overwhelming pleasure.
“ Falling”