#TENTACLE

[koko2unite]

fluffyvenom on the beach 🐺🐍

[otherworldly-tresses]

Demons that can summon tentacles so while they're filling you up with their cock, they can tease all your other sensitive areas and holes

[frankiethedarkangel]

Tentacle monster roommate who keeps you stuffed full with his tentacle.

Making sure your needy pussy is never lonely. You don’t even have to ask for help when you’re horny. He’s always there to make you feel good.

He’s addicted to how the wetness from your pussy feels on his slimy tentacle. When you squirm too much he wraps a tentacle around your waist to keep you still.

You have sucker shaped bruises on your cunt, thighs, and waist from him using your body. Sometimes he shoves a tentacle down your throat for you to gag on if you’re too loud.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

— it's mate

Pairing: yandere tentacle-monster x gn reader

Summary: coming home angry from a bad day at work, you started to have fun with yourself. But some tentacles under your bed also wanted to join.

Warnings: yandere behavior, cursing, and smut: mention of dildo’s, reader watches porn from phone (that's soon forgotten), masturbation, slight choking, tentacles (DUH), anal, creampie in all ends (;)), and hints at eggs. 

Sighing softly, you dropped your bags from work as you entered your home, the exhaustion of the day at the office weighing heavy on your shoulders. 

Your dickbag of a boss, Jared, was an idiot. Blaming you for things that were out of your control. Treating you differently than the rest of your team. Teasing too far and being too touchy for comfort. What an ignorant prick. 

It was irritating just thinking about him. 

Watching his ‘unique’ hair toss back, dye a colorful green, and flaunt it like it’s the most amazing thing. Oh, and let’s not forget about the horrible smell of cigarettes. The sharp cologne was worse. 

Gagging was a good way of describing him.

You weren’t hungry. Eating soup at lunch was fulfilling, but you were fulfilling something else. Something more… private. 

Walking into your bedroom, you sluggishly undressed yourself, throwing the dirty clothes onto the floor as you reached for your t-shirt. But you hesitated, stopping in your tracks before, knowing full well you don’t need it. 

It was a long day, and you deserve a treat. A good treat, that’s for sure. 

You flopped on your bed, a sizzling warmth of desire swirling in your stomach. You were unsure where the urge came from, considering that nothing — not even your favorite dildos were in sight to tempt you. 

But it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

The soft comforter tickled your bare legs, making you bite your lips. You snaked your hands up your stomach to your chest, fondling your now-hardened nubs. It sent chills down your spine, but it wasn’t satisfying your needs. 

You reached beside you, unlocking your phone with swift fingers, and began your search; the reliable porn site you used all the time when days were too rough. 

Quickly finding an appealing video, one that you knew would get you off, you pressed it — feeling your thighs clench uncontrollably at the excitement. 

As the video continued, you chewed your lips and snaked your hand underneath your laced underwear; feeling wetness pile. Your head falls back into your pillow, your fingers barely grazing your hole.

You felt your entire body flush. Electricity sends signals down your legs and into your sex. Within seconds, one of your hands went up to fondle your sensitive nipples. Gripping at them, you swirled a finger around your areola. 

Goosebumps rode over you. 

Gasping, you stroked your hole before entering it — slowing the pace as stretching, slight pain came, then quickening it another second later as pleasure and hotness envelops you. 

“Fuck–” you rasped out, pleasure shooting through you and the rope in your abdomen tightening; a clear sign of your closeness. 

Your phone slid beside you, the voices and sounds turning you on more than ever. You quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices in your sex with your two fingers. 

Suddenly, a faint feeling — a sliding, wet object wraps around your ankle, yanking it closer to the edge. Even with your fingers, you were too occupied with wanting to finish. But yet, something else joined in. 

Black tentacles rose from under your bed, connecting to your ankles and going up your body with a weird sensation: a cold, slick but hot touch. It was pleasing. Odd. Enjoyable nevertheless. 

Cursing out, you turned your gaze down towards your bare legs, seeing black tendrils gripping your ankles. Realization hit you like a bat, and you snatched your legs up, scrambling to sit upright. 

But the darkness grew bigger – pooling around your legs, dragging your form down slowly as they gripped your thighs, skin pulling at the sounds of suction cups pulling at them. 

It was pleasant, fulfilling, just like your desire. Despite your racing heart.

It made no sound, but the pressure increased until your legs parted willingly, and you lay back against your pillow. Yet, you let out a surprised gasp – feeling a black tendril immediately coming up and gripping your neck. 

The thick appendage swirled around your face, pulsing in a way as it was leaving a type of sticky substance onto your cheek — It stopped at your mouth, almost asking for consent before forcing it into your parted lips.

You gagged, but mewled as an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body, right under your skin like thunder. 

Cool and insistent, the pleasure seemed to touch you everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Something purred loudly from the blacks of your room. But you couldn’t pay attention to the almost-ancient voice. 

The tentacle in your mouth began to pump slowly, moving further down your throat. You gagged loudly, and when you tried pulling it out, the slick but hot-to-touch skin rose a large growl from the abyss of your room — the sound echoing itself into your very soul. 

You found yourself mewling in seconds. The thick, iridescent tendril between your legs started to tease you; purring loudly, as if it was enjoying your tensed body and gagging state. 

First heat then cold prickled your skin from the inside, all the while the creature remained between your bent legs. 

You knew you should be afraid, yelling for help, but it felt so good. You were so wet.

Then, what felt like a thick, serpentine tongue lapped curiously around your sex, tasting you, before the very tip pressed against your hole and you yelped. That same numbing, tingling, intense hot and cold, almost like when you tasted alcohol for the first time, began to swirl around your hole, tracing the lines of your puffed sex, and finally dipping inside you.

You moaned in pleasure, toes curling, as the creature moved rhythmically in and out of you, licking over your nipples when it pulled out, then returning the pressure to your inner walls until you were dripping and shuddering. 

It seemed to like it when you moaned, pushing deeper and gripping your thighs with its strange, tentacles which joined in your other hole.

“More…” breathed a deep and echoing voice, the walls of your room itself echoing the demand. 

You were stuffed in each way. 

The tentacle in your mouth started to jerk quickly, the tentacle slapping against your chin with every thrust. You moaned, feeling pleasure sweeping through you, you wanted to say more. Please give me more. But you couldn’t. 

Not when you’re stuffed to the brim. 

Spit dribbled down your chin. Numbing your skin as it face-fucked you; the movements becoming uneven, and the creature, somehow, groaning in a non-English language. 

“Such a pretty thing…”

The voice rang in your ears, your throat bulged as a muffled scream erupted from you — feeling pulsing ropes coiling around your arms, legs, and thighs; wrapping each of your limbs tightly and spreading you wider as you rose faster to your needed climax. 

Suddenly, an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body under your skin like electricity. 

And with that, the length, deep-throating you, sent hot strings of fluid down your throat; coating your tongue with salty, but delicious fluid that was entirely making you crazy. 

“Yesss….” came the echoed voice, one tendril tightening around your leg as another was playing with your nipples, “Swallow us whole, pretty human.”

Your eyes were watering, as you swallowed the continuous hot, thick fluid down your tightening throat. You couldn’t breathe, all your holes being used.

Seconds went by, and before you know it, the creature slid itself out of your abused throat �� you let out a low-pitched whine, not only at the fact of not finishing, but wanting to continue.

Your struck nerves were going through the roof, and the creature was enjoying it.

“No need to be upset,” the creature cooed, “You’ll soon finish. Just need to prepare for the breeding process, mate.”

The voice hummed as your eyes widened. But, it left with no room for questioning or begging, because when it said that, you were quickly repositioned — you now being on your stomach, face being squished against your pillow, and feeling a rope slithering down your sleek back. Assuring you as to what’s about to come. 

Your heart lurched as you felt something much larger, thicker, took the place of the thin tentacle, the head testing against your entrances until your spine arched, and you moaned loudly against the writhing darkness around you. 

Then, in one brutal motion, it seated itself inside you. 

Its lengths filled you, and something pressed against that spot as its movements crescendoed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

You moaned shamelessly, “Yes–! More!” 

The surrounding air got warmer, the movements behind you slightly rougher as each tentacle took turns — one going in, another going out, and vice versa. 

“All ours.”

The growls it revealed sent shivers into your soul. And you were taking everyone like a whore. 

Pleasure like you’ve never felt before swept through you, and you bit into the sheets, moaning like a good ol’ breeder as drool smeared across your hot skin. Strong, and thick tentacles surrounded your waist, arms, and thighs as it pounded into you faster as it growled loudly. 

And finally, you broke. 

You came with a scream, back arching, hips lifting, and hands gripping the wet sheets. Your body spasmed, the rope in your stomach snapped, and the fire spread along your body; sending you over the edge.

“You take us so well — sooo tight.”

And with that, the creature climaxed — hot, thick, and filling cum filled you to the prim. Many tentacles nuzzle your neck, jaw, and help pull your sweaty hair out of your forehead. 

It purred as the fluid filled you still. You felt the tentacles still pleasuring you, sliding in and out of your spent holes at a tortuously slow speed. Even though you were full, you felt hot liquid dribble down your thighs and onto the bed. 

The creature chuckled, a slimy-like tongue licking your sweat. It seemed to enjoy your taste.

“We promise to provide the best treatment for you – after all, we are not done.”

You didn’t say anything, even though you wanted to. You simply allowed exhaustion to wash over you, claiming you instantly as your eyes fluttered closed. 

The next morning, the birds chirping and the morning light shining in your room, you grunted at your sore body. Still feeling the same hotness as you felt before. At first, you were so sure it had to be a dream.

But as you looked down, seeing circled hickeys stained onto your skin, and the sheets stained with liquid, it proved you wrong.

Before you could get up, and use the bathroom to clean yourself up from the very messy night — you felt a thick appendage wrap around your ankle, yanking you back into the bed. And before you could speak, something beat you to it.

“Didn’t we tell you we are not done? We need you as our personal mate.”

Goosebumps rose, and the very ache inside you throbbed. 

Before long, you were at it again — all your holes used, your ass and main hole used as breeding grounds as your mouth was used as a bucket holder. And yet, you couldn’t ask for more than a perfect thing. 

You couldn’t say anything, your voice was worn out too long ago that you had forgotten. 

And yet, just as you placed your hand on your belly, hours already passed as a small tentacle affectingly swirled against your fingers, you felt your tummy quite larger; a hint of its impregnating grounds already working. 

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[themaymorning]

✨

i want to sleep tight, so tight

and only them can gift it to me

sweet tentacles gliding against my body

opening my thighs and stealing my pussy

i want them to fill me up

i want them to lay their eggs

i want them to sing me to sleep

while feeling my pussy tight, so tight

✨

[lovesprimalurges]

lying exposed in the dark, just begging for the tentacle monster under your bed to slowly sneak its way up the mattress, soft, teasing touches along your inner thighs and aching rubs up and down your bare cunt

easing its way in, oozing aphrodisiacs from its pores, your mind going fuzzy as it thrusts in and out, another tentacle trailing up your body to toy with your nipples, rolling and suckling the sensitive buds

fucking you for hours, insatiable no matter how much you cum on it, leaking down your thighs, your legs held firmly open and arms bound at the wrists above your head as you daze in and out of consciousness, unsure if you’re dreaming or not

you wake up to light streaming across your naked, slick body, hole empty and begging to be filled again, nipples sensitive and red, and mind still woozy as you get up to start the day, already planning on going to bed just as exposed tonight

[eivorswife7]

is it just me or do you also want a tentacle shoved up in your cunt, filling you to the brim with it’s thick, hot cum?

[otherworldly-tresses]

Being gently choked by one tentacle while others pump inside of you, while other tendrils hold you down

[frankiethedarkangel]

Tentacle boyfriend who leaves sucker shaped bruises on your thighs.

Tentacle boyfriend who can’t keep his tentacles away from your body.

Tentacle boyfriend who loves when you choke on his tentacle.

Tentacle boyfriend who makes your achey pussy all slimey.

Tentacle boyfriend who keeps your pussy stuffed as much as possible.

Tentacle boyfriend who fills you with his egg spawn.

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[nicopossum]

Summoning some friends ✨

[tentaclemilkprincess]

Can I request Eldritch horror purring while making love to their partner?

First time in the woods with your. purring eldritch horror bf

(Art by Diana Franco)

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You were used to nonchalant guys—boys who your friends promised had crushes on you, only for them to not even look your way.

Even when you fantasised, mind clouded by hot, passionate visions—being taken doggy style by your professor or pressed into a wall by some mysterious man on the street—there always lay a veil of disinterest It was as if they didn’t care to see your face, hear your moans, or listen to what your pretty lips gasped open, jaw slack, eyes rolling to the depths of your mind.

But not with him, not with it.

Its oversized figure towered over you like an ancient god—body all bones, wet flesh clinging to the beast’s core, and eyes that bore beyond your soul. For all its size, it was surprisingly… gentle. When its fingers traced down from your waist to your inner thighs, there was a strange feeling of misplaced reverence, like you were the idol it had chosen to bow before. Even each individual tendril (growing from the roots of its mind and covering its face as if it must be done, like an act of love and protection) carefully stroked you through your soaked panties, with each touch feeling like worship. You could almost taste its impatience—its scorching need and endless desire—and feel the thrum beneath its storm-colored skin.

“What a masochist,” you thought, before relenting and whispering encouragement to the unknowable entity you loved.

It gently flapped its wings in excitement, disturbing the natural fauna around you—you’d forgotten your surroundings (a clearing in the woods), unable to know and uncaring if it was due to your preoccupied mind or some side effect of venom your boyfriend secreted.

It tried to be quiet, to be human and contained, because isn’t that what it means to be human? To wear a tie that chokes you for the sake of normality. But it couldn't help it. As it forced its big, pulsing member into your wet, warm depths for the first time, how could you expect it to stay silent?

You felt it before you heard it—even though the beast was trying to be slow, to not take you too hard. Yet it changed your internal landscape with the never-ending feeling of its long, thick cock filling you, making it impossible to holdhold onto any semblance of reality. A low vibration rattled against you, rippling across your skin and deep into your core. Laying on your back, the vibrations pulsed against your taut, red nipples-blushing with need and desire -and against your dripping pussy.

It felt like love, each thrust carrying the weight of its symphony of devotion. Every deep, intense motion filled you more completely, tearing away every barrier between you and it until only raw need remained, stripped of all pretense.

You felt like a god, like a creature like an untamed animal. Here, now being fucked hard and rough against the earth to the softening sound of your boyfriends gentle purring - it felt like love.

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[konigsblog]

cthulhu!könig seeing other monster families with their babies and getting jealous. so he tries to breed his little mermaid <3

tw: tentacle fucking, oviposition, eldricth, non-con/somnophillia, breeding kink

oh, you're so unfair to him :( it's the way you know he has to see this everyday; beautiful and loving monster families, while he's left feeling... almost empty without his kids.

you should give him kids, it's only right. it's your duty as a mortal to give in to your beloved eldritch's needs. it's all he wants—something so desperately needed.

when he finally convinces you, he's always on the edge of his seat, waiting for that moment where you ask to have sex with him... but the longer he waits, the more frustrated he feels—sexual frustration bubbling inside him.

at last, he's left without a choice. he needs an outlet to relieve all this pent up anger and frustration. when his cock twitches, the suckers on his shaft opening and closing, he lets out a deep grumble. watching you sleep peacefully, he can't resist any longer. gripping his thick, scaled dick by the base and prodding the head of his dick against your wet hole. “bitte, prinzessin...”

you squirm in your sleep, before his tentacles pin your limbs down. you rest apon a blanket on the sand, his slow and sloppy thrusts knocking your body forward. “liebling, gott...!” he gasps out, followed by a deep grumble. his slimy tentacles wrap around your unconscious body, propping you onto his broad hips as he stand up to his full height potential. he bucks into you, fucking you down onto his thick and hard dick at the same rhythm of his thrusts.

you swirl awake, dizzy, lips parted and jaw slack. your pussy tightens around him, eyes widening and glistening, a pained moan slipping from your lips. your hands immediately grip his tentacles for support, the impact of his thick tip against your womb making you shiver and gasp, your breath hitching in your throat. “kö—...!” you whimper, too stunned to speak that you just allow him to continue with his achingly hard thrusts.

you're light-headed from the harsh movements, breathing out heavily while he grumbles something in german under his breath. he bucks his broad hips into your swollen cunt, making you sob out through the burning sensation between your thighs. your throbbing sex weeps around him, creaming around his girth until a white ring of cum around his scaled shaft. the scent of his sweat, musk and sea sticking to his wet, sticky skin.

könig's thrusts become more desperate and erratic. he shoves his dick into you, stuffing your pussy full and watching as he spears you on his huge dick! his tentacles stick to your body, eventually sliding down your throat to stifle the sounds of your pain so he can focus on his breeding session with you. it doesn't matter to him if it hurts, it should. you should take it if you love him, ja?

when he shoots ropes of his white release into your hole, you cry out around his tentacle. he pants, keeping you on his cock before slowly easing from your sex. he places you down against the blanket while admiring the mess of your cunny. full and raw. he keeps your hands pinned above your head with a tentacle, another filling your hole to plug his cum inside.

you gasp when you feel him replace the tentacle with his heavy, thick and slick cock.

“i won't stop until you're big and swollen with my offspring. understand, ja?”

[enigma-whispers]

We are not talking enough about knotted tentacles.