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rs-hawk · 10 days
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do you have any tentacle stuff? im thinking maybe an ursula-style octopus merman bf
I don’t have anything tentacle like that but it does sound interesting so-
You always loved the beach so when you were able to book an Air BNB with a private beach, you were ecstatic. Finally you could relax on the sandy ground without anyone bothering you or worrying about having to move.
As you settled onto your towel with nothing on (because everyone hates tan lines, right?), you didn’t notice the curious eyes watching you from the deep waters. When you slipped a swimsuit on, just in case, and plunged into the cool waves, you didn’t realize that there was something just out of sight with his hungry gaze fixed on you. That would change the next day, however.
The next morning, you took off at dawn to the beach. You set everything up, eagerly waiting for the sun to finish rising. In awe, you watched the sunrise the same way that the creature that was creeping up from the depths was watching you. As soon as you’re in the water, tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, your waist. Puckers leaving soft pink marks all over your skin.
“Oh!” you squeak, lifting your legs to look what’s all over you. You gently touch the tentacle around your waist, confused but curious. “What’s this then?”
“Hello,” the octo-man said as he slowly broke the water’s surface. It seemed like he was nervous.
“Hello,” you echoed, looking at him with a tilted head.
He reached out to touch you, and a chill snaked down your back. His hand felt so squishy but also velvety. Kind of like the tentacles. In seconds, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as if staking a claim.
Your body reacted on its own, curling into his, wrapping your arms around him. In seconds, he dragged you to a small partially underwater cave just a little ways off the shore. The merman set you on a shelf of the cave, leaving you only up to your knees in the water.
“My little trinket,” he muttered as he began to tease your cunt over your swimsuit bottom.
You whimpered softly, bucking your hips slightly against the sucker that was now attached to your clit with only the thin fabric between. He smirked at your obvious need. The tentacle itches away from you before another joined it to strip your bottoms. Your cunt was already getting slick, much to his excitement. His tentacles wrapped around your body, teasing you, prodding you.
Suckers found your sensitive nipples, and another found it’s way back to your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt was throbbing, nearly dripping. “Fuck,” you moaned, arching more against his tentacles.
That was all it took for him. His largest tentacle began to push into your cunt, stretching you wide. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly stretched you out, your cunt gripping it as each inch pushed deeper and deeper into you. Another pushed into your mouth, down your throat. You gagged as you were stretched to what you thought was your limit. Then, your lover, his eyes half lidded as he groped and touched your soft human body, began to lift you slightly. His six other tentacles wrapped around you, helping lift you off the shelf. You didn’t think much of it, blissed out and on the edge of orgasm.
Just as suddenly as he lifted you, he unwound one of his tentacles from your waist, pushing it inside of your ass. You cried out against the tentacle in your mouth, but barely anything came out. He laid you down, unwinding another tentacle and shoving it into your already stretched cunt. Soon enough none where holding you as you were laid out on the shelf, your feet only in the water. A sucker was back on your clit, teasing you until you finally pulsed around the tentacles inside of you, drawing them in closer.
“There we go. That’s a good trinket,” he huffed, his sloppy kisses lining your neck.
He pushed his largest tentacle so deeply inside of you that you were certain it was in your womb. A bulge in your stomach seemed to confirm it. He panted as he came, the hot liquid a stark contrast to how cool he felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, pathetic little whines pushing against the tentacle in your mouth.
The largest tentacle withdrew, dribbling a white liquid. However, the smaller one stayed inside, as if keeping you plugged. The tentacle in your mouth finally let you breath, withdrawing to lazily wrap around your chest. The only one actively thrusting into you now was the one in your ass, slowly and deliberately timing the thrusts to the sucking of the sucker still on your clit.
You don’t know how long you lay there, moaning and begging the merman to keep going, but by the time his cum is leaking out of you and multiple loads have been dumped into your little human womb, it’s sunrise again.
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fatguarddog · 6 months
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tentacles that want to fatten up their prey, so they can carry their eggs more effectively. getting caught by them when you're separated from your friends during a hike. pulled into a grove of them, surrounding you and ripping through your clothes like they're nothing. Soon there's one in your mouth, and your hole. filling and filling either end. More spring up to massage your steadily growing belly, then the liquid they're pouring into your cunt gets thicker. Laced with pheromones and aphrodisiac to make your body into exactly what it needs. Your weight begins to balloon as it dumps hot calorie-laden nectar down your throat, belly softening, hips widening, and breasts rounding out. It feels so good, your mind is getting hazier and fuzzier, any concern about getting so big fades away with the wonderful feeling of having your belly slosh with sweet sweet nectar. when your chest starts to leak a sweet thick milk that's when they dump heavy eggs into your body, filling your belly more and more, ad topping them off with a thick ribbed plug. They massage your bulging fat gut, and squeeze your engorged tits for a few minutes more before retreating back into the foliage. They let you go, you feel so big and heavy and bubbly its hard to move. You can only lay on your jiggly sloshy belly and watch your tits leak sweet cream. Eventually your friends find you dumbed down, blissed out, with a heavily fertilized plump gut
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Oof, sounds like a delight ❤️
Having your friends help you waddle your way back home where you get comfortable with your new body, becoming lazy and eating more and more to take care of the growing eggs inside of you making you bigger and fatter by the day
When the time finally comes to lay them, your tits spout sweet nectar as you rest yourself in the bath tub, letting small tentacle beasts wriggle their way free from you in ecstasy, letting them lap up that nectar from your tits to get the strength they need to grow. Your body stays perfectly plumped up by the dense nectar and your new eating habits as your tentacle brood slithers away down the drains, eager to reach their full potential and gift others in the way you were once gifted... and you wonder if you should go on another hike if you can make the journey
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merakiui · 6 months
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Imagine being bullied by dilf Azul's kids, so to bully them back you sleep with their hot dad >:)
bonus points if yandere👀
- Azuzu's tentacle anon🐙
OOOOOOO OMG imagine being his secretary and when he can't find someone to watch his kids while he's at work he just dumps them on you. T_T Azul's so busy and your entire job essentially revolves around him. Looking after his kids for the day is just part of that, or so he tells you with that classic, persuasive smirk-grin of his. You didn't mind it at first because it wasn't a recurring thing, but then his kids start to complain that you're boring and never let them leave the office. :/ you just don't want to risk them running off or getting lost if you take them outside. Besides, "babysitter" isn't in your job description and you're by no means a professional. You're not sure what Mr. Ashengrotto would do with you if you couldn't watch his kids for one workday. >_< the last thing you want is to get fired, so you sternly explain that they should just wait in here until their papa can come and see them.
His kids are ruthless. Of course they're absolute angels when Azul's around, but the moment it's you and them they're wanting to trash your office so you'll let them outside or they're interrogating you about how you know their dad and why he seems so close to you. It's so very exhausting, but you manage it because you have to. You're not a vindictive person, but it does annoy you each time his children bully you outright. One of them even criticized your lunch, saying, "Papa has a private chef and the meals he serves us are always gourmet. Your lunch looks yucky and poor!"
Great Seven, you are a hair's breadth away from going insane. They are so spoiled. You'd feel bad about calling them brats, but that's what they sound like when they complain and pout and throw tantrums. In a way, their bad attitude reminds you of your boss when he doesn't get his way in a business negotiation. He sulks and complains for all of a few hours before getting his head back in the game, sharper and more cutthroat than ever.
Azul offers to take you out for a fancy, five-star dinner as thanks for always looking after his kids. You agree to it right away because he said he'll be paying, but in the midst of your greed you fail to regulate just how much expensive champagne you drink. And by the end of the night, you're being brought back to Azul's penthouse because he doesn't trust you to be on your own when you're this intoxicated. One thing leads to another and the two of you are kissing in the hall. It doesn't go any further than that because a series of horrified gasps resound from down the hall and the both of you whirl to face his children, all of them wearing the most obvious expressions of betrayal.
"No way... Dad's kissing a commoner!" they exclaim in unison, eyes blown wide.
T_T he's going to have to teach his kids about manners. And they'll have to get used to seeing you more often because their papa is so whipped for you. <3
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ftm-udders · 20 days
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I wish I was a tentacle monster sometimes, that way I could use cute boycunts like yours <3 aww, you can almost take your tentacle toy? I bet you'd look even better with a few of my tentacles stretching out each of your holes! Nice and impossibly deep in you, groping you and filling you up with my eggs
goddd please stretch out my holes with your tentacles, fuck and ruin them until they're constantly gaping. i'd look so cute with my face flushed while a few dozen tentacles violate my holes, my belly bulging with the tentacles working me open~
and once i'm all good and stretched out for you you force your ovipositor deep inside of me, shoving its way past my cervix and straight into my womb. i feel a bulge at my entrance and pathetically try to clench my ruined hole around it as it stretches my hole even wider until my greedy boycunt eventually swallows it and you can fuck it further and further into me, before depositing it in my womb. i'm panting with the effort of being stretched so wide, along with the new weight inside me, but my pants quickly turn to moans as more eggs begin forcing their way through me
by the time you're done with me, i've long since lost count of how many eggs have been fucked into me, and my belly bulges out with your offspring making me look 7 months pregnant. i can barely move from how good it feels to be filled with your eggs, and my holes are so stretched that you have to keep me constantly filled with your tentacles so the eggs don't fall out before they're ready. but just because i'm already full of eggs doesn't mean you can't have fun, i have other holes after all~
(ngl this took way longer to respond to than it should have bc i kept stopping to ride my dildo lmao. also tysm anon that ask made me so wet. hmu if you want i need a tentacle monster in my life <3)
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raptorafterdark · 23 days
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Could you draw Gabriel with tentacles but his armor is still on and they're underneath the armor
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the armour stays on ?? say less of course i'll draw that
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wlw-cryptid · 1 year
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i- uhm . hgnj, hbgnjmkgh bhnjgmkh you. made me wet. im keeping this in the vault forever
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bixels · 3 months
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I have a buddy who I always show your art to because we both collectively enjoy the MLP 20’s AU and as soon as we both learned that you had Splatoon art too; my buddy got so happy and excited. Outta curiosity do you ever plan to do anymore Splatoon art or do you just want to zoom in on your fun projects?
I did two big Splatoon art pieces for an Agent 24 zine. Not sure when that's getting released, but I can tell you one of them is an enormous magazine-style manga. Super excited to post it when I can.
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gabessquishytum · 6 months
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DREAMLING MONSTER UNDER THE BED AU
Hob is home from college for the holidays and spending the next two weeks in his old room. His 2nd night home, he wakes up in the middle of the night to a dark figure lying beside him in his bed.
Hob is tired but not scared. In fact, he's actually really calm, just confused. He can't make out a lot of the figure, but it's definitely a lanky, twinkish figure. He can make out their pale skin and that their eyed are glowing faintly, like distant stars.
Hob asks who they are, and the figure says that he is Hob's Monster, from when he was a kid. Then he proceeds to ask why Hob left him alone. Hob explains he went to college and his Monster is sad. Hob apologizes for upsetting him, and his Monster suggests that Hob make it up to him. Hob is confused until his Monster explains that he used to watch Hob all the time and he knows about the kind of porn (monsterfucking porn) Hob used to watch from the time he was a young teen, to when he left. He knows it’s more than likely that Hob still watches that kind of porn, and wouldn't it be nice if instead of getting off to it, he got fucked by a real monster?
Hob agrees on the conditions that his Monster tells him his name (Morpheus or Dream, maybe even Nightmare 😉) and that it's not just a one time thing. After all, he doesn't have to go back to college for two weeks.
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Omg this is perfect for these two!!
Maybe Dream/Nightmare appears kind of human on the surface... but there's all kinds of things happen between his legs. Tentacles sprouting from his groin which writhe their way towards Hob’s entrance, which will also fill him with thick and potent spend. Dream's fingers are long and thin and yet they can hold Hob open so effortlessly, and he's so incredibly strong! Hob whimpers happily, and his Monster grins at him with too many teeth... then blinks at him with far too many eyes. The more he touches Hob the more his human guise seems to dissolve. He's still long and thin, and pale. But he has more limbs than Hob can keep track of, and those tentacles... they're doing terrible, wonderful things to his cock and his hole. Hob would be screaming if it wasn't for the many fingers pressing into his mouth and silencing him. He might even have cum already, but there's a tentacle wrapped around the base of his cock and even another one pressed inside the slit. Hob is completely at his beautiful monster's mercy, and he has never felt so good.
He can't wait to feel the heavy, sticky weight of Dream’s cum inside him. He can't help but fantasise about his Monster breeding him, of course. And Dream chuckles low in his ear like he can read every word in Hob’s debauched mind. "That's one way for me to keep you at my side." He muses, in a voice that vibrates Hob’s bones. "If you behave yourself, I might just make all your dreams come true. You could carry my progeny and be mine, always."
The thought should scare Hob but... it doesn't. Much like the rest of Dream’s terrifying appearance, it only makes him shudder and heave through a ruined orgasm. There's nothing, even in his imagination, that could ever compare to this.
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sleepingdeath-light · 9 months
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into the deep end ; 18+
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requested by ; anonymous (12/07/23)
word count ; 1328
content ; sexually explicit content, tentacle sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, belly bulge, oral stimulation (amab receiving), overstimulation, slight pain play (suckers), face fucking
fandom ; cookie run
pairing ; abyss monarch cookie x non binary afab reader
read also on ; ao3
note ; as i haven’t touched on this sort of thing (tentacle sex) before in my writing this might be a bit shaky, apologies if this is the case.
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
For as cold and reclusive as they tended to be, your monarch was nothing if not receptive to your requests and your needs. If you complained of hunger then they’d fetch you as best a feast as they could find. If you were vexed by the abyssal chill then they’d wrap you up in their cloak and make a shelter out of whatever debris they could find in order to shield you from the cold. A sore throat was met with a warm drink and a promise of medicine once you got to the next settlement. Any injuries were immediately addressed no matter how small.
And if you asked for rough play then that was exactly what you were going to get.
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A dozen tentacles roamed the expanse of your body, groping and massaging and stroking you from ankle to crown: twisting around your calves like wild vines, creeping upwards to nip and caress the expanse of your thighs — suckers dangerously close to your gushing cunt; encircling your midsection and latching onto the softness of your stomach and the dips of your waist, going around once then twice and again once more until the very tip was prodding gently against the underside of your ribcage; wrapping around the peaks of your breasts to grope and massage at the soft mounds of flesh, leaving round bruises in their wake whenever they lifted and moved to another patch of unclaimed skin to tweak and tug and tease; lightly lounging around your throat, touch lighter than elsewhere but no less heavy and thick as it’s weight pressed against the column of your throat and throbbed in time with the thrum of your own pulse. Constricting, pulsing, teasing and effortlessly hoisting you off the ground with appendages far stronger than they appeared — all the while watching with those calculating emerald eyes that you adored.
And then there were their other appendages: thicker, slimier, longer and darker than the rest. Lacking the painfully pointed and relentless suckers of their companions but no less invasive and controlled as your monarch used them to use you as only they could.
One was buried snugly inside of your pussy, thick and long and twisting in just the right ways as they pounded into your hole and stretched you beyond what should have been possible. Slender, rounded tip bullying your g-spot with vigour as your slick gushed and poured out around it, coating your thighs, your lips, the floor below and the base of the tendril with your juices. Though they paid it no mind, continuing to fuck into that sweet cunt with a ferocity and intensity you’d come to expect from them.
Another was busying itself with your ass: it’s natural lubricant trickling out of your hole as it worked its way deeper and deeper. The pace was much slower and it’s movements more calculated, more intentional, more organic that it’s counterpart, but nonetheless impactful. Rotating and throbbing and thrusting and gushing that cold, thick substance as it worked its way in inch by inch.
The third, and final, of these unique appendages was pressed against your lips — the tip swollen and leaking a watery white liquid that was almost salty when you darted your tongue out to taste it. Yet still, obedient as ever, you parted your lips and welcomed it onto your mouth as it went further and further down — letting your jaw fall slack and even then still struggling as it filled you to aching. Only finally settling once it was deep in your throat and you were struggling to breathe for the weight of it and the overwhelmingly oceanic flavour that clung to it and settled on your tongue.
Then, once all had been left to settle for a brief few moments, did the real fun begin.
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If only you could see the complete mess that they were making of you. See how your stomach bulged outwards so that they could see their tendril pumping in and out of your soaking pussy as clear as day. See how your back arched up to meet the tentacles teasing your chest, embracing the scratches and suction marks even as you winced and as small pin pricks of blood bubbled up to the surface of your breasts, slowly trickling down your stomach. See how pretty you looked with their length stretching your mouth open as your cheeks and chin grew wetter and wetter with your saliva and tears as you lost yourself to your pleasure. See how willingly you took them into every crevice and cavity, how obediently you accepted them and let them ravish your body.
How you let your jaw hang loose and free as they fucked into your welcomingly warm and wet mouth. Rough and fast and thick as they filled you to your throat over and over again, as relentless as you’d begged them to be — letting out a string of muffled, breathy groans and moans as they focused on bringing you to your end.
But you were too far gone to even consider how you looked — too lost in your own mounting pleasure to notice anything beyond your own body and what was being done to it and how good it felt to be filled. To have your pussy stretched and your ass played with and your mouth used all at once by your beloved. To be grounded in the moment by the same pulsating appendages that suspended you in the air as if you weighed nothing. To feel both on fire and numb at the same time.
And then something snapped and shattered and your mind was washed away by the pleasure that flooded your body as you finally — finally — reached your climax. Punctuated by a loud moan as your vision exploded into a veritable fireworks display of white flashes and smudges and smears, so bright and clear that they even stained the insides of your eyelids and remained just as present as your head lolled back from the effort. Mind swimming, mouth full, heart pounding and lungs aching, overwhelmed by everything inside and outside of you and yet totally and blissfully numb.
Unable to recognise — or, perhaps, simply uncaring of — the state that your orgasm had left you in as you were forced to ride out that high by your monarch. None of it mattered to you, not the slick covered thighs nor the sweat-slicked hair nor the saliva that slid down your neck or even the marks that littered your body from where their tentacles had once been. No. You were too caught up in your fiery gooseflesh and your need to be touched by your monarch.
Your monarch who continued to fuck your spent cunt through your high no matter how much you trembled and shook.
Your monarch who used your soft lips and generous tongue until they couldn’t anymore, spurting their release (hot and watery and white) onto your suction-raw, prickle-scratched chest.
Your monarch who slowly brought you back to the ground and held you in their arms as you panted and whined and moaned — overstimulated and yet still begging for them somehow.
Your monarch who shushed you and brushed the sweat and drool and tears from your face even as they twitched and ached with a need for more — a more that they knew you were in no place to provide.
Your monarch who wrapped you up in their cloak, unbothered (for now) by the residual mess, and helped you lay down even as you trembled and whimpered and moaned, still caught up in your climax.
Your monarch who always gave you precisely what you asked for without taking any more than what they knew you could give. As cold and isolated as the abyss from which they took their name and yet far more loving than most would think.
Who could punish and pleasure, loathe and love, deliver and destroy all in the same breathe. And you wouldn’t have them any other way.
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skz-hell · 4 months
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I’ve read lots of things about Jisung having a tentacle kink, but I actually never read anything about Jisung with actual tentacles.
So…
Going camping with your bestie Jisung. After setting up your tents, he tells you that he’s gonna go clean up and wash himself in a lake that’s not too far from where you guys are staying. While he goes off to the lake, you decide to collect some wood for the campfire.
Long after you made the campfire, Jisung still isn’t back. Growing increasingly worried, you decide to go to the lake yourself. You knew that you should stay where you are to respect his privacy; After all, he really could just be washing himself up. It would be inappropriate for you to walk in on him naked. But you were too worried about him to care about that. What if he was seriously hurt? It’s been hours since you last saw him.
The closer you got to the lake, the more you heard a weird muffled noise. You couldn’t really discern anything upon hearing the noises. It freaked you out, honestly. You wanted to go back. You would be safe if you did. What if these noises were from a horrible monster? After all, you did hear about those kinds of stories recently, which was the reason why you were reluctant when Jisung asked you to go camping with him. But you just couldn’t resist his puppy eyes, so you agreed. But you knew you couldn’t go back. Jisung mattered too much to you. Sometimes, you felt like you liked him more than just a friend, but you brushed that feeling aside, since you didn’t want to ruin anything between the two of you.
So you kept making your way through the foliage to head towards the lake. The noises only increased in volume, and so did your heartbeat. You could hear your heart beating erratically in your ears from how scared you were. I mean, who wouldn’t be scared? You were alone, it was getting dark, you kept hearing weird noises, your best friend is missing; it was only right for you to be terrified. As you got closer, you were able to see a peek of the lake. You made your way through the bushes and called his name, “Jisung?”
Once you made it past the bushes, your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your throat. There he was. Your best friend, your secret crush, the most adorable and sweetest guy you’ve ever met, there he was. His bare body being suspended in the air above the lake by…
tentacles…?
Several tentacles. Several tentacles of all different sizes. They were wet, but the substance didn’t seem to be just water. It was slimy. You could see the substance drip from the tentacles and splash into the lake below. Jisung’s arms were bound together above his head by a thick tentacle. His legs were spread wide apart by two more tentacles. Slimy, slimy, and slimy was all that your eyes could discern. It was gross, but somewhat hot in a way; Though you didn’t want to admit that.
While his body was bound in air like that, there was a rather thick tentacle, if not the thickest, fucking into his ass. The slime worked as lube, and since there was just so much, too much, slime, it slid in and out of him effortlessly. It went deep, fast, rough, hard. You wondered just how deep the tentacle was in him. Would Jisung be able to take another one in his ass? There was another tentacle, it wasn’t as thick as the other ones, but it wasn’t particularly thin. It was wrapped around Jisung’s hardened length, jerking it at such a speed it made your eyes dizzy by just even looking at it. There was another, thinner one, toying with his tip, also at a mind-numbing speed. Another one, cupping his balls and fondling them. Another two, toying with his erect nipples.
Tentacles. Just tentacles. Everywhere. Some pleasuring him, some just casually touching him. And there was one in his mouth, and you finally realized that those muffled noises were from Jisung. And those noises were his moans. Suddenly, you weren’t so terrified of those noises as you were before; You were turned on.
You could see it fucking relentlessly into his mouth, just like the one that was fucking into his ass. A substance dripped from his mouth to his chin, a lot of it too, and you couldn’t tell of it was the slime of the tentacles or his spit, or maybe both combined. Tears ran down his face, though it didn’t seem like it was from agony. His eyes were dazed out and blissed. He didn’t seem to fight against the tentacles. He just let them do whatever they wanted to his body. Did he…enjoy this? Getting his body violated by tentacles? No, that couldn’t be right! It was wrong, so wrong. But it was also wrong for you to be enjoying this. Enjoying watching him get fucked by tentacles. Enjoying how his body was limp from pleasure. Enjoying his muffled noises. Enjoying his naked body. It was so, so wrong. He was your best friend, you shouldn’t be seeing him like this. But the taboo feeling only made it all the more hotter. It made you wish that you were the tentacles. It made you wish that it was you who fucked him dumb like that.
Then Jisung finally saw you. He seemed to snap out of his daze and his body immediately began to writhe and thrash around in the tentacles that bounded his body. If he wasn’t already blushing, he definitely was now. He was embarrassed and humiliated to be seen by you like this. But a feeling in your gut told you that he might’ve actually enjoyed it. Despite his thrashing, it was no use. The tentacles didn’t relent. In fact, it only sped up, causing Jisung to roll his eyes to the back of his head and cum right there on the spot, which made you notice the increasingly wet and throbbing feeling between your thighs. The tentacle in his mouth left, and he let out a loud, whiny moan. It was just a string of pretty moans. Pretty, pretty, pretty. Just as pretty as he was. But through his pretty moans, he managed to say something: your name. He moaned out your name. He was probably calling for you to help him get out of this mess, but you couldn’t help but think that maybe he was calling your name for another reason. Now, it was just him moaning out your name over and over, like it’s the only word he knows. You were conflicted. What should you do? What could you do?
Leaving the rest up to your sexy brain, Lia <3 “Experiment failed…?” really made my brain go crazy.
oomf... non-oomf... schrödingders oomf..... now what the HAYLEEEE AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITEEEE😭😭 you already wrote the entire fic into my askbox😓😓 I need you to post it and then tag me in it LMAOAOA /lh
but seriously such a delicious ask thank you so much... accidentally drooled on my phone whoops
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but anywayZ let me try and add my answer in the most lia way possible
if I see jisung getting fucked by actual tentacles... and he calls my name so sweetly? I'm taking my pants off right then and there, unbuckling my belt as I walk towards him and that tentacle monster and ripping apart my shirt out of sheer horny-ness induced like strength that man is not leaving w/o having more tentacles in his ass (and his dick (shoutout all my experiment failed girlies THE GIRLS THAT GET IT!!!!!))
oof.... anon I kinda need you to take over my blog now ig and then you can write the rest of this masterpiece... I am not gonna ruin it w my sillay writing style like this is so beautifully written? YOU HAD ME GRIPPING MY PHONE AND THE SCREEN CRACKED I WAS LOCKED INNNNNN
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hyunsvngs · 6 months
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thoughts on lee know & tentacles? 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need him so bad
my thoughts are absolutely
alien!minho who’s so so in love with you but so scared to show you his true form. finally drops his glamour after literal years of knowing you and a whole year of dating - even though you knew what he was - and there he is, little black antennas sticking up cutely. his eyes are completely black, skin a much paler shade but he’s still your minho. you could deal with everything he’d shown you so far, but when you saw the tentacles? it was like it came out of your wet dream.
“min, you’ve got…” you trail off, staring at him. you see the tentacles cower in insecurity. “no, no, sweetie! i think they’re… kinda sexy.”
then, your minho’s personality is completely back. “freak,” he murmurs, cocky smile on his plump lips. his eyes stare at you, dark with so, so many secrets underneath. “should’ve known you’d be into it.”
and yeah, you are into it - especially when he uses two of them to hold you down while he’s fucking into you, maybe fucks your mouth with another one of them because they are really sensitive to him, after all. that, and he likes seeing your mouth full. after a while, maybe he’s using one to open your other, more secret hole for him.
he can’t wait to take you back to his planet. you were going to have a field day.
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kiseiakhun · 2 months
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Not gonna lie I’m still thinking about jaykyle construct tentacles. Jason who’s about to have the most intense orgasm of his life: “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this weirdo pervert shit to me”
Kyle: I can't believe I'm wasting the potential of my limitless imagination on such a stodgy killjoy
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merakiui · 6 months
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🐙 Azul's tentacle anon
Oughhh i read ur fem riddle fic and OUGHGHGH ITS SO DELICIOUS now i have some brainrots about party animal floyd shhssh
Party Animal Floyd who starts developing his obsession the moment your romantic love for him starts fading away. You're already becoming distant from him, and once he noticed this, his entire personality starts doing a 360 spin.
Jade's so gentle and caring always holding you close to his chest whilst the old Floyd just leaves you around for anybody to take, not giving a single damn to the point you start wondering if you had dated the wrong twin, Floyd will fix that. He stops his partying antics and had the entire apartment go from a messy waste-filled ruin to a sparkling white mansion devoid of any stains. He's doing all the chores for you, he starts cooking breakfast early and he starts joining you in the morning shower, trying his hardest to replicate his brother's gentlemanly mannerisms.
Riddle's so serious about relationships and expressed to be loyal forever to her partner, unlike the old Floyd who sticks his dick into one girl to another, leaving you to rot in his room tears streaming down your cheeks and tuining your beautiful mascara. He will fix that, no matter what. He gets a job at a close friend's now successful cafe, ditches all of his side chicks and ghosts his delinquent pimp friends, where the only pussy he would stick his dick inside from now on is yours.
If you leave him, he'd just end up spiralling into a deep dark place, depraved of your sweet loving attention
OMG YES AAAAAAAA,,,,, your thoughts are so good!!!! Floyd absolutely puts in the work once he's made up his mind to be a better boyfriend. It's like he's an entirely new person. Suddenly, you're no longer transparent in his eyes. Suddenly, you're all he wants to see. Now you're his entire world. <3 sure, he may have borrowed some of Jade's rizz techniques in doing so, but he's quite the upstanding eel now (still just as crass, though. He will forever be foul-mouthed and unruly and untamed; that's just how he is hehe).
What if the café job Floyd picks up is at the same place Riddle works? :0 maybe it's a branch of Mostro Lounge or something else entirely and the only reason he's able to get in with his spotty resume is because Azul owns the place and he can pull all kinds of strings. Floyd's genuinely determined to turn things around, so Azul does him a favor (which he will pay back in due time, of course) and now Floyd's donning an apron to work in the kitchen as sous-chef. Riddle nearly walks back out the door the day she sees him standing behind the counter. T_T she's certain the world is against her. What sin must she atone for? Is this how hell punishes its sinners now, by sending stupid, annoying, ugly eels to her workplace and conveniently disguising them as coworkers? If it isn't obvious, she is Floyd's biggest hater LOL.
I like to think that Floyd, though he pesters Riddle and annoys the life out of her, would vaguely and briefly confide in her and ask what sorts of things girls like. Riddle puts two and two together and figures out rather fast that he's trying to make it up to you. Obviously she can't let that happen. She just started wedging herself between you and Floyd, making you question your feelings for him, and now he's trying to be better? He had four years to do that! She's so annoyed. >:(
Now you have an obsessed boyfriend and an obsessed friend who wants to take the place of boyfriend vying for your attention. Meanwhile, you're mourning to your bestie Jade about Floyd and his disloyal behavior like, "Why is he so sex-brained? Why doesn't he just like me for me? What's so good about parties and sex with strangers anyway?" and Jade is a persistence predator, so of course he's taking full advantage of your emotional vulnerability and weaknesses to slip in between the cracks in your heart, slowly but surely getting even closer to you. :)
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wlw-cryptid · 1 year
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oh you want me to bring my friends now, hm? pretty girl bodies all soft and flushed with pleasure? pressed together? feeling each other? dripping with so, so much cum?
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pkmn-smashorpass · 6 months
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I’m sorry I gotta throw this out there the swing between the remoraid and octillery votes is INSANE. All these people saying they don’t want to fuck a gun only to turn around and fuck a bigger gun? Y’all size queens or su’m?
It’s… it’s the tentacles.
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gabessquishytum · 6 months
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So 🐺’s monster under the bed au gave me some ideas. This one got long and has a bit of body horror in it.
Hob doesn’t immediately try and figure out how to take his Nightmare with him to university. He is sharing a dorm room and while he and his roommate have both previously availed themselves of the sock on the doorknob for random hookups, inviting another sentient entity into the room on a permanent basis seems a stretch too far. Hob wouldn’t even know how to start explaining to his roommate if he got caught cuddling with an eldrich horror.
It does mean Hob heads home for almost every holiday and break, much to the delight of his parents, and the grudging acceptance of his Nightmare who really would prefer to see him more often. Hob is very glad his Nightmare is so good at muffling and gaging him since they are very active at night trying to make up for lost time.
When Hob is finally able to rent a flat with his friends that gives him his own private bedroom it is time for both he and his nightmare to move out of his childhood home on a more permanent basis. Nightmare has been figuring out how to make the move for ages and is very eager to get more time alone with Hob. When Nightmare presents his solution, Hob carrying enough of Nightmare’s essence into the new bedroom to act as a strong anchor to summon Nightmare himself to the space, Hob is completely on board. They get lucky with their timing, finding a few days when both Hob’s parents and his new roommates will be away from town, leaving Hob some privacy to focus on completing the ritual successfully.
The privacy doesn’t matter too much from the start because Nightmare has Hob stuffed so full from both ends that he couldn’t move or make a noise even if he wanted to. There are things that began as fingers that are now too flexible and smooth making their way down his throat and further inside. Something is dripping off them and Hob only gets a taste when he tries to breathe and his writhing pushes the substance back up into his mouth. Thick as molasses, it burns like spearmint and gasoline and tingles like static but Hob does his best to swallow it all back down, he wants everything from his Nightmare. All his other holes are equally occupied and Hob swears that the tentacles are all trying to meet in the middle. He can feel them in places where he didn’t think he had those kinds of nerves, the substance Nightmare is pumping into him sets everything alight.
There are too many hands pressed against him everywhere, holding him rigid and straight from head to hip. Hob couldn’t move if he wanted to, but he very much does not want to be anywhere but here. There are tears streaming down his face that Nightmare cleans with a too-long tongue and Hob can catch his breath only when Nightmare lets him and it is ecstasy. Hob is sure that he would have already come enough times to pass out if he had any control, and is glad he doesn’t have the option.
Hob is not sure when everything ended, his brain was too full of pain and pleasure at the end to bother creating any kind of memory, but he wakes up in the morning draped in only sunlight and alone in the bed. He looks down at his body and is suddenly glad he will be able to avoid seeing anyone he knows before he finishes the second half of the ritual. His everything feels bloated and his stomach is distended worse even than when he had tried to get his money’s worth out of an all-you-can-eat buffet. There are purple-black scratch marks crisscrossing all over his skin that look nothing like the red parallel lines claws or nails would leave behind, and Hob wonders if they are some kind of writing.
Eventually, Hob leavers himself out of bed, he may not have been able to move much last night but he is pretty sure he still managed to strain every muscle he had. He pulls on some baggy clothes and can’t help stopping in front of his mirror. He turns to his side and pulls his shirt tight against his skin and he really does look pregnant. He can’t help the blush at the thought and something flutters and squirms in his insides, he is pretty sure it is whatever Nightmare left behind. He really does want to at least finish up with his degree before seeing if Nightmare can deliver on his dirty talk, but at least now he knows a bit better that he really will enjoy the whole process and not just the thought of it.
It is extremely uncomfortable and awkward to get back to his new flat. Ever bump and jolt sends sparks skittering through his nerves more painful than pleasurable. Hob collapses on his bed gratefully and enjoys a few moments of nothing sloshing around on his insides. The whole process was exhausting enough that Hob just managed to shed all his clothing before passing out for a nap.
When he wakes up the sun is setting and it is near enough to night that Hob feels safe starting on the second part of the ritual. Nightmare had been a bit vague on how the whole thing should go, so Hob goes with what feels right. He pries out the plug that had made riding the bus and then the underground all kinds of interesting and lets the essence that it had been stoppering up ooze down his leg and onto his sheets. Hob isn’t surprised to see that it is black as pitch, but is surprised that It is cold despite being kept inside his body all day and seems even thicker than he remembers for the lack of warmth.
Hob gently runs his hands over his skin, tracing all of the purple-black marks that he can see before getting a hand on his cock. Nightmare said Hob would need to summon him, and their whole relationship started over a bit of monsterfucking porn, so Hob thinks calling out for Nightmare while getting himself off is only fitting.
Hob’s insides seem to move in counterpoint with him as he falls into a rhythm, muscles twinging at every motion. Whatever is leaking out of him is too thick to provide any kind of slip when he scoops some up and tries to use it to bring himself off, so he resorts to the lube that lives in his bedside table. Hob’s throat is raw from last night but he still makes every effort to call for his beloved Nightmare. Hob is quick to bring himself off with just the thought of any part of Nightmare being in him. Hob's own pearly spend mixes with the midnight black of Nightmares, soaking into his sheets. He collapses back into his bed, more exhausted than he feels he should be after a simple wank.
He looks around his room waiting for that too-pale figure to appear, but he is still alone in his room. Hob is just about to work himself into a good amount of worry that he did something wrong when the first wave of nausea works its way up his throat. It feels like the worst bout of carsickness he has ever had, made more intense by the fact that he is pretty sure he can actually feel something worming its way up out of his stomach.
Hob turns on his hands and knees and can’t help gagging as the nausea and the movement increase. It is a bit of a relief as the black tar-like substance starts to come up, sinking into and staining his pillows like ink, but the relief is short-lived as the essence just keeps coming up in a long rope, blocking his airway in turns as thicker parts make their way out. Hob pulls at it desperately, trying to get it out quickly, but more and more just keeps coming up.
Hob is crying and gasping and still trying to call for his Nightmare. He had no problems agreeing to undertake this ritual, and still would agree now knowing what would happen, but he could really use some comfort and support right about now. The sensation of something being pulled out from his throat is so viscerally disturbing that Hob cannot help the way he spasms and twitches trying to get away from the feeling. When the last of the essence comes out Hob takes a deep breath and starts sobbing, collapsing to his side his arm flopping over the side of the bed. 
Hob is still alone in the now dark room.
Until a pale hand with too many fingers reaches out from under the bed and grabs onto Hob’s sweat-slicked hand. Then another hand appears, and another, a mass of hands and spindly limbs emerge, all of them pushing against the bed frame until Nightmare pulls himself free from the small space underneath. Hob is smiling, laughing in joy as he watches Nightmare unfold into his usual height, even as tears of pain and exhaustion continue to streak down his face.
Nightmare gently runs his hands over Hob’s still shaking body, whispering words of praise into Hob’s skin as he wraps himself tightly around the human. He guards his precious love as exhaustion catches up with Hob and sends him crashing into unconsciousness.
It is the first, but not the last time they perform the ritual. It is deeply unpleasant and painful every time, but Hob will do anything to keep his nightmare with him as he moves through life. By the time Hob starts working, they have realized that through the repeated instances of Hob playing vessel to Nightmare’s essence Hob himself has become an anchor for Nightmare. No one ever sees Professor Gadling’s partner during the day, but he always appears for the night events never straying far from the Professor’s side.
When Hob starts getting a lot of compliments about looking young for his age, they realize Hob might have caught a case of sexually transmitted immortality as well.
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Everything about this is just. So good. Hob’s dedication to his Nightmare, his lil pregnancy fantasy, the body horror of it all, and of course Nightmare himself in all his glory.
I'm imagining all the eldritch/vaguely magical creatures that might possibly exist in this universe. A sock stealing monster in the washing machine, a headphone tangling gremlin that lives in coat pockets. Hob becomes more aware of these things now he knows his Nightmare, and Nightmare himself? Well, he gets pretty jealous. If he finds out that any of the household spooks have been paying attention to HIS human, he makes a point of showing them that Hob is well and truly claimed.
With his teeth and claws he marks Hob’s body with those gorgeous red and purple lines. Occasionally Hob gives permission for Nightmare to draw blood from him, because he knows that Nightmare particularly loves to feast on his beloved's hot blood. It reminds him of being inside Hob during the ritual, which (although incredibly uncomfortable) is the most wonderful bonding experience for a being like Nightmare.
The phrase sexually transmitted immortality is my new favourite thing and i just love the idea of Nightmare coming inside Hob so many times that he becomes a little bit more than human. Their bodies have shared so much time and space, and they're joined on a spiritual level as well as a physical one. Hob is absolutely thrilled to learn that he can spend an eternity with his Nightmare. There are so many weird and wonderful things for them to do together!
The more Hob becomes an anchor for his beloved, the more Nightmare can use his eldritch powers without worrying about harming him. He can bring Hob into the shadowy realm where he originally comes from, and lay him out on a bed of inky black darkness. Hob suddenly feels very very small when Nightmare looms over him, and he loves it. He wants to be hollowed out by his lover’s cock; reduced to nothing more than a vessel.
Nightmare can't wait to make all his worst fantasies a reality <3
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