#nsft tentacles

[skelly-words]

Bring your tentacle to work day…

NSFW: tentacle smut, anal, vaginal, squirting, public, exhibitionism, getting caught (non-con to the viewer?) yep that's it

There's pt. 2 and pt. 3

NO MINORS 18+ ONLY

Thinking about a pet tentacle that stays in your panties all day. Nobody can see it under your skirt. The fatter end plugs your butt. Its length is textured by suckers on one side, in the same shiny blue as the skin. It runs up and down your slit, letting the slick suckers wake your pussy up, sliding through the sticky mess dripping out of you. The tip softly suctions to your sensitive clit, making your thighs squeeze shut on the bumpy bus ride to work.

Once you sit at your desk, lost on a floor of cubicles, the tentacle begins to double over itself to push into your cunt. You try to stay focused on the spreadsheet in front of you, but your slick and the lubrication oozing from the tentacle is beginning to soak through your underwear. The disgusting squish of the appendage writhing inside of you can be heard coming from between your legs.

It stretches you open so good and you hump the chair for more stimulation. You can feel the end buried in your ass begin to throb, signaling that it's close to release. Your heavy breathing starts turning into soft whines and moans that you can't seem to keep down.

The swollen tentacle fucks you harder, frantically pushing into your pussy as far as it can until you're completely full. Your muscles clench and spasm around it as the suckers brush all the best spots inside of you. In a haze, you stumble to the bathroom, rushing into the back stall before you cum all over your cubicle.

You grip the handicap bar as the head of the tentacle pops off your clit to shove inside of you too.

You hold onto the bar firmly, bent over to press your chest to the wall. One hand flips up your skirt and shoves your panties down your thighs. A shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, all sloppy and wet from being stimulated all day. With more room to move, the greedy tentacle fucks you faster, sucking itself into your pussy as you could feel the entire muscle pulse.

Your middle finger gently teases your clit, circling around and around the little nub until you’re so close to cumming, practically spilling over the edge when you hear the door creak.

“Oh, no n- shit.” You never locked the stall, and you watch in horror as your co-worker slams the stall door open.

“Hey, are you feeling oka…” She trails off. Eyes widening but never leaving your cunt, all puffy and fucked out. Her jaw slackens and you give up on trying to speak as the tentacle begins to ejaculate. Milky-blue cum floods into you and overflows to trickle down your pretty thighs.

Your co-worker won't make eye-contact with you, but through her shy demeanor, you see the lust dusting her cheeks with red as she watches you. Your sensitive cunny twitches around the fat tentacle as you squirt everywhere.

You've made a mess of the bathroom, your legs are almost too weak to support you, and your co-worker still hasn't spoken.

Finally, in a shaky voice she says, “where do I get one of those?”

A/N- I kinda want a pt 2 where you use it on the co-worker, but idk if that's too over the top.

Okay I did it

[ahabthetaco]

Sometimes you just want to fall into a tentcale pit and be stuck there hours, being changed.

(assuming reader has pussy and boobs)

Tentcales playing with your chest, squeezing and groping as some latch on to your nipples, sucking away. Each suck, each grope, each squeeze growing them little by little, getting heavier and heavier with milk..

Tentacles coiling around your arms and legs, squeezing, covering you in its slime, only leading you to be more horny as it's full of aphrodisiac

Just feel as it changes you, let the tendrils slide into your mouth, feeding you, as it slithers in and out, pumping you full of cum...

Let it slide right around your leg, to your leaking, desperate pussy. It teases you, sliding it self on your slit, teasing your clit, like it knows what it's dond but it's going to milk the moment. Letting it self in, fucking you, in and out, over and over.

It squeezes your tits again, getting more milk out, it fucks your face at the same pace, your mind broke from so much pleasure. It's deep in you, pounding your holes, over and over

Over and over

Until you feel the pressure build, build build build as it pushes it thru. Filling you with not just cum, but it's eggs. Pump after pump, clutch after clutch, a small bulge of eggs and cum, letting you breath as it slides out, your mouth and cunt leaking with cum. It comforts you, petting your head for a job well done.

A couple minutes of rest, but the pleasure, the sensation, it's running thru you again, and it knows it, as it goes back to wrapping you again, a tentcale in your mouth, a tentcale in your pussy. Perhaps another few rounds and you'll be satisfied~

Hours pass, you leave the pit, breasts swelled, milk leaking, a womb full of gestating eggs, you need to return home, return home and spread the pit, perhaps your friends would enjoy the fun~

[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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[theredmonsterlover]

All I can imagine right now is waking up in bed, confused as to why I can't move. When I look, I'm stunned to see tentacles holding my limbs down as they take their time exploring my body. And when I go to scream? One slips into my mouth and begins to drip an aphrodisiac down my throat. I end up dripping wet, and the tentacles seem to enjoy that. That's why it dove into my mouth, and soon they'll dive into my cunt too. Fill me and writhe around because they like the way that it feels when my walls pulse. And when they realize that they can pry open my cervix and that I have a warm womb? They decide to lay their eggs in me and turn me into their perfect little incubator.

[weretentaclegirl]

You’re ready for bed when you hear a knock. You open the front door and there’s a large package waiting for you with your name on the very top, and upon further inspection you find there’s no sender address, name or anything else for that matter. You take it inside and open it, not knowing what it is as you’re not expecting anything. There’s the pink and white teddy bear you saw online a couple days ago, but you never bought it nor told anyone that you wanted it so you really don’t know what it is doing here. It’s huge, reaching to your navel while it's sitting down, it has a faint purple glow on the inside, and it’s so so cute you decide to thank the universe and put it on your bed and finally go to the dream lands after a long day.

Not long after you fall asleep you are awakened by the feeling of something slimy wrapping tightly around your legs and holding them apart. Panic starts bubbling up in your chest as you realize your naked body (you went to sleep in your pjs!) being fondled by glowing purple tentacles coming out of that damn teddy bear. There’s tentacles everywhere; sucking on your aching nipples and groping your tits, grinding on your sensitive clit, probing at your already wet entrance and asshole. One wraps around your neck and when you try to scream for help you find yourself being facefucked by a thick tentacle who spurts a salty liquid down your throat and keeps fucking your mouth. You feel a big one enter your pussy and a smaller one stretching your asshole and you can’t help but moan around the one using your mouth like a fleshlight. You know you should be terrified and disgusted but you’re so fucking horny and it feels so good having your holes filled that you stop struggling, stop even thinking and let yourself enjoy the relentless pounding and the warm cum the tentacles are spurting into you, stuffing all your holes so much it drips out of you, and fucking it into you again. You come and come again until you forget your name and where you are, only knowing the pleasure this creature is giving you. 

You don't know for how long this goes, but by the time the tentacles retreat themselves back to the teddy bear, you are so worn and tired, and the only thing you can think of is what a great decision it was to keep the pink and white teddy bear that came in the mail.

[notmymainhehehe]

CW: This is an NSFT concept/story with tentacles and non-consent themes. If you aren't into that, keep scrolling. If you are into that, sit back and enjoy

Imagine, you're hiking on your favorite trail. You've been in this part of the woods countless times and you know these trails like the back of your hand. You have your headphones on as you admire the familiar beauty of your surroundings. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze is swaying the tree-tops around you, and a squirrel darts across the trail twenty feet ahead of you. You pause for a moment to take a picture of the squirrel when you notice the mouth to a side trail you've never seen before. You double check the time - just before 2pm - and, seeing that you have plenty of time before dark, you decide to check it out. It's beautiful, leading up an easy rocky path with a clear view of the lake nearby. You carry on, not noticing when you take a turn off the main path nor how the forest around you quickly gets thicker the further you go.

After a couple miles, the trail leads alongside a tall cliff face. The mountain is so tall that it blocks the sun, making the thick forest seem even darker. Dense bushes fill the area and occasional movement in them makes you take off your headphones to listen. You can't shake the feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone - or something - knows. You continue down the path, hoping it would loop back to the original trail, and try to shake the feeling that you're being watched. After a while of walking and finding no sign of trail markers, you check your phone again for the time and see that somehow, despite only having felt like only an hour has passed, your phone reads half past 5pm. You try to pull up your trail map but there's no service. In a slight panic, you decide to turn around and go back the way you came. Passing the cliff face again, you pause. Had that opening been there the first time?

Before you can take another step, a bush begins to rustle, moving in the same way you'd noticed earlier. This time, though, it doesn't stop. The rustling gets more aggressive and the bushes nearby start to shake violently as well. Just as you start to run, your trip over a root in the path and fall on your back. But when you look down, it's not a root at all but a thick, black, moving tentacle. Before you can react or stand back up, it slides over your ankle and twists around it. You try to kick it off and scoot away, but its hold is tight. It begins to pull you towards the opening in the cliff face, your screams for help almost seeming to be absorbed by the dense forest. Helplessly, you can only squirm as you're dragged into a small cave.

You can't see how far back it goes in the dark but you're able to hear strange, wet-sounding movement from further back in the cave. A second tentacle, identical to the first, emerges from the darkness and wraps around your left wrist, pulling it up into the air. A third joins, restraining your right wrist, and they use their grasp to pull you from your sitting position and into the air. You kick your legs and scream only for yet another tentacle to come from the dark and grab your free ankle, holding your limbs in place. You let out a whimper and stop fighting, deciding it best to try to remain calm and assess the situation. Blinking the tears of fear out of your eyes, you look around you.

Inside, it's nearly pitch black. Outside the cave, you can just barely see the sun setting between the trees. You couldn't have been gone for more than two hours, it was impossible for the sun to already be setting, yet you seem to be in the den of the impossible. Another tentacle, smaller and thinner than the first four, begins to slither up your legs and you turn your attention back inside the cave.

For the first time, you notice that the final shreds of sunlight are reflecting off the walls just enough to illuminate at least a dozen shapes floating in the darkness. Countless tentacles waved in the air around you, as if waiting for their turn. Your whole body tenses in fear and the tentacle on your leg pauses on your thigh. It coils itself around your thigh, joined by an identical one on the other thigh, and suddenly they pull your legs apart. At the same time, the tentacles holding your wrists pull them together, merging together to form one larger, stronger tendril. You begin to scream again, assessing the situation be damned, just for another shape to come from the darkness and force itself into your mouth and down your throat. Tears prick in your eyes as you feel the tentacle's shape morph and change, filling deep into your throat and allowing just enough space to take shallow breaths. Efforts to move your head away are only met with yet another tendril wrapping around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but firm enough to hold you completely still. All you can do is silently cry as tentacles of all sizes begin to move in from the darkness and seem to explore your body. Some glide along your inner thighs, some rub up and down your waist, one is sliding around your face and chin, and some are even exploring your tits over your tank top. After a few minutes of this, the fabric of your shirt seems to be frustrating the tentacles. It begins to pull at your shirt until it rips and exposes your black bra. The tentacles waste no time in using the same technique to rip that off as well, leaving your clothes hanging on just by the sleeves. You sob as the tentacles return to exploring your body even more intently now. For the first time, you can feel them on your bare skin. The tentacles are cold and slippery, the larger ones pulsing slightly, and they leave a thin layer of clear slime behind on whatever they touch.

The tentacles wrap around your tits, squeezing them curiously, before moving up to your nipples. You're disgusted by the rush of pleasure as they glide over your nipples almost teasingly, the cold wetness making them hard. The tentacles flick at your nipples a few times before their tips reform into what looks like suction cups. They wrap around your nipples and begin to suck on them in a pulsing rhythm. You can't help the gasping moan that escapes around the tentacle in your throat.

Despite the terror you're feeling from the situation, subconsciously your body is reacting to the oddly pleasurable touches of the tentacles. The touches are rushing to your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, the fear only adds to the thrill.

You can feel your pussy starting to soak through your leggings as the tendrils continue to suck and tease your nipples and, unfortunately, the tentacle caressing your thigh seems to notice as well. It moves up your thigh and carefully prods at your slit through your clothes. Suddenly, all movement in the cave stops. Your nipples ache from the sudden lack of touch and you're afraid to move in the still silence. After a moment, the tentacle glides across your slit again, not touching your clit, and the suckers on your tits suddenly pulse again, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The tentacle between your legs immediately begins to grab at the fabric of your leggings and pull, successfully tearing them off and down to your ankles and doing the same to your panties.

Another tentacle joins the one between your legs, forming its own sucker on the end, and it begins to hungrily suck up the juices now dripping down your thigh. Now completely exposed and helpless to move, the reality of your situation finally starts to set in. You were the plaything for some terrifying tentacle beast and nobody was going to find you. The first tentacle that was between your legs starts to slide up your slit and, when it gently glides over your clit, you can't help but moan and buck your hips. Mentally, you're terrified and cursing your body for reacting like this. You seem to be giving this thing exactly the reactions it wants and there's nothing you can do to stop this subconscious response to its touch. You try to distract yourself by looking at the sunset only to see the moon high in the sky.

The tentacles definitely notice your reaction to the touch to your clit and it curiously tries the motion again, and again, and again. Your hips are grinding against the tentacle as its cold, smooth surface slowly moves back and forth on your clit. The tip of the tentacle flicks back and forth on your clit a few times as a third tentacle comes between your legs and continues exploration of your slit and begins to tease your hole. Your eyes grow wide as the realization sets in. Getting aroused by the touches of this monster are one thing, but getting fucked by it was where you drew the mental line. Despite your opposition and your attempts to squirm, scream, close your legs, anything, you're still at the tentacle's mercy.

You can feel it as it slides into you effortlessly. It pushes into you effortlessly and begins to explore inside you. As this is happening, the tentacle on your clit changes shape into a sucker and gives a curious suck at your clit, sending another involuntary moan out of your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth moves slightly, causing you to gag a bit. It curiously tries this motion again, moving out slightly before thrusting back in, and repeating this movement, making you gag and drool around the tentacle.

The tentacle inside you continues to explore inside of you and as it arches up, it hits your G-spot and sends a wave of pleasure through your body. The tentacle curls up again and begins to rhythmically stroke that bundle of nerves. You can feel the tentacle behind to change its shape inside you, thickening to fill you up. The tentacle begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, always curling up as it does. Between this, the sensations on your nipples, the tentacle fucking your throat, and the sucker on your clit, you can feel your first orgasm building. You're cursing yourself mentally, trying to hold it back, refusing to cum for a monster, but the pleasure is too much to take. You squeeze your eyes shut in shame as you feel yourself orgasm.

Your juices are rushing down your legs and the tentacle sucking up your juices laps it up hungrily. As you come down from orgasm, you slowly start to realize that this thing was doing all of this very intentionally as it seems to be feeding off your juices. You don't have much time to ponder on this thought, though, as the pace of all the tentacles picks up, quickly bringing you close to a second orgasm.

You're moaning uncontrollably around the tentacle fucking your throat by the time your fourth orgasm hits you. Your brain is hardly forming cohesive thoughts at this point as pleasure overwhelms your body over and over again. You don't even notice when a new tentacle begins to prod at your asshole. You only notice when it starts to push in and, in your first moment of clarity for a while, you try to squirm in protest. You've never even experimented with anal on your own and you've certainly never been fucked in the ass before. The tentacle doesn't seem to care, though, as it pushes into your hole. It feels weird and painful as it continues to push into you and you're mostly distracted from your pleasure as it begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. After a few minutes, just as you're getting used to the feeling, the tentacle curls up in just the right way to send pleasure shooting through you in a way that you'd never felt before. It begins thrusting in and out faster now, curling up to bring you pleasure with each thrust and joining the rhythm of the rest of the tentacles. Your fifth orgasm hits like you've never felt before. You let your brain go empty as you enjoy the pleasure of cumming over and over again from having all your holes filled.

You slowly blink your eyes open in the dappling sunlight. The first thing you notice is how your whole body aches. Your wrists feel raw and your mouth is dry. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look around you to find yourself laying on the ground. You recognize the woods around you as being close to your favorite trail. You look down at yourself and find your clothes torn and your wrists red as if they'd been tied. The memories of the day before come flooding back to you - the hike, the side trail you took, the tentacles, the orgasms, all of it. You pick yourself up, managing to wrap your clothes around you enough to cover up, and make your way towards the trail. When you reach it, you recognize the spot to be where you'd gone on the side trail but when you looked for it, there was only the main trail. Where the mouth to the trail you'd taken yesterday had been, there was just a cluster of thick bushes.

[s3rg34nt-sl9t]

Being pregnant, but with the young of your monster lover headcanons. <3

Werewolves can breed an average of 5 pups into you, so that’ll be a lot of kicking. Your breasts will naturally be swell up with ample milk for your pups, which is a natural change that some mates of werewolves aren’t prepared for. Also, be prepared to be knotted again and again throughout your pregnancy. There’s something about a pregnant mate that makes werewolves horny…

Tentacle monsters will deposit 50 to 100 eggs into you, but they’re usually small and jelly-like, so it’ll be easier when it comes to laying them. Your belly will slosh around with every step, and it’s common for a tentacle monster’s significant other to expel gelatinous material from their hole throughout the pregnancy. This is normal, as sometimes tentacle monster semen can’t escape the womb due to the eggs blocking the exit.

Dragon eggs are much harder to lay, unfortunately. They’re big, hard, and will hurt when being pushed out. It’s usually easier to have some sort of lubricant before laying dragon eggs (whether it be the knot of your dragon lover, or your own juices) Even then, however, they’ll tease you by crowning, only to drift back up into your womb. At least dragon mates usually only lay an average of 3 eggs…

Slime eggs commonly glow. You get to see you how they emit light out of your swollen belly, watching your bioluminescent young swirl around. Though gelatinous, they’re roughly the same size as dragon eggs and are linked together, so laying them can be mildly difficult. To help, slimes that have the ability to emit aphrodisiac pheromones will try to relax you, so that your walls can loosen up and push out the long chain of eggs. Roughly 10 to 15 eggs per pregnancy, though the numbers can increase depending on how many times your bred by your slime lover.

Minotaur/cow calves are huge. And I mean huge. Despite only averaging 1 calf each pregnancy, it feels like you have at least 10 inside of your womb. It’ll be almost impossible to sit up, let alone walk. And it doesn’t help that your breasts will be supple with sweet milk, weighing you down even more. It helps to be milked to get rid of that extra weight, though it’ll only provide a couple of days of relief before your breasts are ready for milking again. Birthing will be painful, but at least you were prepped a bit by a giant bull cock.

Any other thoughts? <3

[skelly-words]

sneaking into a witch’s garden to steal something and her vines fertilize you 😩😩 (this sentence is crazy bruh)

wait til she finds you in the morning and fucks you with her huge dick

NSFW, Minors DNI (18+ obv)

TAGS: non-con monsterfucking, vines/plants, aphrodisiac, ovi, all holes, futanari, this is so cursed lol, also a period piece ig

WC- 1.1k

You're hungry. The kind of starving that makes you ask the grocers at the market for vegetable scraps, lift bread loaves out of unattended baskets, and hop the ten-foot cobblestone wall into your neighbor's garden.

You feel like an idiot as soon as you make it into the witch's yard. Nobody ever got away with stealing from her, yet here you were, shivering in the frigid winter twilight, inching across her frosted lawn to the brightly lit greenhouse.

The heavy glass doors barely creak and you're almost sucked in by the humid air. The empty gurgle in your gut makes you press on through the rows of plants, looking for something edible or incredible to make off with.

You search the entire greenhouse before making the mistake of sniffing at her rose bushes. They smell sweet, much less harsh and organic than a normal rose. You sniff deeply into the blossom as it pushed against your nose.

Your mind is gone after that first inhale. The careful brambles shred your clothes, letting the rags fall to the dirt while they carefully wrap around your body. The rosebuds drip with a sweet syrup. It leaks into the seam of your mouth, making you lick out to taste it, to suckle the nectar from the buds until you're drowning in it.

You've been completely pulled into the rose bushes now, so tangled in the tenacious little plant that you couldn't get out if you wanted to. You drink down whatever the bud gives you, even as the sticky liquid makes you gasp and choke. More of the buds press to the corner of your mouth, smearing the substance across your jaw and neck, some drop lower, opening their petals to suckle on your swollen nipples. You haven't noticed how heavy your breasts have gotten. The tight binding of the vines had to adjust so the hungry rosebuds could suck on your fat tits.

Milk spurts out of you as the vines squish and squeeze at your heaving chest. You can hardly breathe. Something is in the syrup, making your mind numb and skin tingle as it smears on your sensitive body. Globs of sticky nectar drip onto your clit so it twitches and throbs as a greedy bud latches onto it. Your hips buck, bumping into a bundle of slender stamen that prod at your entrance. They move with your hips to work your pussy open. The tendrils twist their way into your tight hole and slowly expand. The sucker on your clit helps your muscles relax, but the demanding stretch is too much.

You groan loudly, parting your lips to pant as the fibers pry your cunt apart. The blossom at your lips forces its way deeper, sliding over your tongue, dripping down your throat, snaking its way so deep you can't taste the sweetness of the syrup its pumping into you.

Suddenly, the stretch isn't so bad anymore and you moan, sounding more like a gurgle around the obstruction. You can feel them exploring your insides. The stamen probe at your cervix, getting as deep as possible before turning you into a proper seed bed. It slowly starts to pump you full of spawn, feeding eggs into your cunt with thick spurts of the rose nectar. Your eyes roll back as the band in your belly tightens. It snaps as the effects of the drugged plant take over. Your pussy tingles, walls clenching, squishing the eggs and juice in as you cum. Pathetic dribbles leak down your thighs as the mess sprays out of you.

Streams of milk lead from your nipples, pooling beneath each breast. You're leaking too fast for the rosebuds to suckle up. Time seems to move slow, or fast. You don't really know, counting the eggs being shoved into you instead of the minutes. At least your tummy is full now. You've been well fed by the vine lodged in your throat.

The witch finds you in the morning when she comes to garden. You're so tucked away in the vines, she would've missed you if not for the sound. You're squishing and sloshing from being so stuffed full by her naughty flora.

"Looks like my rosehips like you, they've made you into a perfect seedbed. It's kinda kismet because I've been meaning to propagate them." She grabs your hips, wrenching you halfway out of the bush to look at what the plant has done to you. "The rosehips only care about breeding, so it's left your cute little ass all empty."

Her finger swirls through your drooling folds before dipping lower and sinking into your butt. You're so tight, already squirming around one little finger. She palms her cock with her other hand as she fucks you open on her fingers. Slick drips down from your cunt to help lube up your hole. You watch her black skirt start to lift as she gets harder. Her dripping tip starts to poke from the beneath the hem as she grows. Thick semen runs from the blunt head of her horsecock. She lets it land in your cunt, left gaping by the twenty six eggs the rose has planted in you.

The witch only puts two fingers in your ass before forcing her dick in. She grunts and huffs, grip on your hips only growing tighter with each stunted thrust. You're strung out on the aphrodisiac being fed down your throat. You've been drinking it all night long, more full than you've been in months. The fat cockhead catches on your rim each time she pulls back, you clench and twitch around her, squeezing the life out of her dick.

You take it all, sucking all thirteen inches into your puckering hole. She rolls her hips against yours, mesmerized by how your your cunt twitches and tightens as she fucks you. She's so big and pent up, so it doesn’t take long for her to release, cumming deep in your guts as her balls pump her sticky spunk into you.

You hardly control your body anymore, murmuring weakly as you squirt on the witch's dick. She keeps a punishing pace and you love it. The rough drag of her throbbing cock makes your muscles tense and squeeze. She tugs the bud away from your left tit, leaning down to suck on your abused nipple.

"Your milk's sweet. Taste it." She suckles from you again and spits it between your lips, already left open by the vine, but you can taste the milk as it hits your tongue. It's so good, you're almost jealous she gets to drink it. She mouths at your breast, giving kitten licks to the liquid beading on your cute brown nubs.

You’re making such a mess of cum on her stomach as she leans over you. The overstimulation is hard to register from how hazy your mind’s become. Your clit pulses from being sucked on all night, spasming again whenever she has you at the fullest. She has your ass so stuffed it makes your eyes cross and the stamen are trying to push another egg in you. Every orgasm wrecks you, cresting tears over your cheeks as she keeps her lips pressed around your chest to nurse from you.

Not many people are stupid enough to steal from the witch anymore, and her cock gets so painfully hard when she doesn’t have a slut like you to take care of it. She takes out all of her frustration on your poor virgin ass. You’re so ruined now, only able to cum and spread your legs more because that’s all the aphrodisiac allows you to think about.

you’ve lost count of how many eggs are in your sticky cunt, always being given more and more as you adjust. Your butt is stretched so much by her swollen length that she’s trained you to take her whenever she wants. Your rim easily swallows up her fingers, tongue, or dick, sometimes dildos, whatever she felt like watching you squirt on.

The witch’s cock keeps you plugged up every morning. It's the only routine you can seem to keep track of these days. Oh well, who knows why you came here in the first place anyway?

A/n- i wrote this in one sitting (it’s noticeable)

new tentacle au idea, thoughts?

[ahabthetaco]

Cause I love tentacles so much

Guy gets caught by tentacles, at first, he's afraid but the heavy smell of sex and aphrodisiacs in the air just makes him horny and horny, moaning and groaning as the slimy tentacles rub all over his body, letting the aphrodisiac slime spreads all around, as they rip off his clothes, letting his bare body be wrapped around and squeezed by the tendrils, driving him crazier and crazier with lust, as they start to do a few "modifications"

Let some nice ones with suckers attach right to his nipples, injecting something in them as they suck away, sucking and sucking, licking the tip of them, as more and more coat every inch of his body with slime, as one wraps around his cock, and starts to pump away, pumping and pumping, trying to get every drop of cum out of there. But as he begs and moans for more and more, a tendril appears, teasing his lips, making him be a good toy and open his mouth, as it face fucks him and lets him taste how good the tendrils are ~

Hours of this, of being milked and fucked, but a silly toy, so lost in the pleasure, doesn't notice as his chest expands, expanding and expanding, becoming fuller and fuller, as the first drops of milk come out. Being milked away, as the tendrils slide all over their body, slowly reshaping them, their pink slimy settling enough for them to move to the next step~ tendrils descend from the ceiling, eyeballs staring, soon turning to spirals, drilling into their head, telling them to be a good girl, to be a good breeder, to be a good egg laying, to be a good toy for the tentacles. Over and over, as they are reshaped more and more. Hips so wide, ass so big, even while their face fucked you can tell how big their lips got

Their hair growing bigger and pinker, a remnant from the slime. Nothing but moans and groans from the cute toy, only one more thing~

Cumming away over and over, how many loads, how many gallons, it doesn't matter, the slime has settled, all drained and ready to be remade, tendrils coming to push and remold, changing a cock and balls into a pussy and womb, slowly but surely, as the toy can only feel just how good it, as their new hole is made. Memories being forgotten, mind blank, filled with nothing about how to be a good girl, to be a good egg layer, to be a good breeder. Perhaps if you took away the tentacles, she could return, but what many would do that!

But there she is, beautiful, stunning, milky, but very, very empty; it must be remedied quickly! The tendrils pulled out all the stops, sliding into her new hole inch by inch, breaking whatever was left of her mind with the pleasure, letting the thoughts go deeper and deeper, filling not just her mind but her body with what a good egg layer can be. Fucked over and over by the tendrils, filled with cum and eggs, her womb grows, a bulge of cum and eggs, the tendrils finally leaving her mouth to let her breathe, as she drools and begs for more, but a kiss by a tendril tells her later, as she wrapped in tentacles, and comforted, her belly rubbed and rubbed, in a couple days she'll lay, but for now, she's such a good girl. Now she can enjoy a rest and listen to the words of the tentacles of how much a good girl and egg layer she is heheheheh...

[dr-swagman69]

Why did I make this? Who knows. Enjoy.

Minors dni (I will kill you)

[unge-mokah]

[hentaiswitch]

How do you feel about tentacles? Tentacles, slowly moving up your thighs, before you can do anything one is sliding inside your wet pussy, teaching deep and thrusting, another tentacle pushing it's way into your pussy as you cum all over them

Nnngghhh, tentacles...

Tentacles, wrapping round my legs, my arms, gripping tight to hold me in place, pulling me up while more of them force inside me, one into my ass, one down my throat, sliding all over me while they fuck my helpless body...

I'd cum so fucking hard, over and over again until they're satisfied, leaving me lying there in a pathetic heap on the ground, clothes in tatters...

I can't think of anything hotter 🥵

[notmymainhehehe]

CW: This is a very nsft story featuring tentacles and noncon, so read at your own risk and only if you're 18+!!! Reader has AFAB anatomy but no gendered terms are mentioned.

A young tentacle monster that's never seen a human before. They curiously explore into your bedroom at night and stare at you from the dark, wondering what you are.

They carefully slide a tentacle up the length of your body and feel your breathing and heartbeat. Careful not to wake you up, they bring another tentacle over to explore. The first hole they find is your mouth as you take a deep breath in your sleep. They slide a tentacle between your lips, slowly moving down your throat to see what it is as the other two continue to explore your body. One tentacle finds a nipple over the fabric of your thin sleep shirt and the monster is curious when it hardens as it touches it. When the one in your throat goes too far, you cough and blink your eyes open.

Your mind is hazy, still half asleep, so you don't realize what woke you up until you start to move your head and choke again on the tentacle down your throat. You immediately wake up, throwing your head back and moving to sit up to get away from the touch. The monster, apparently startled, wraps their two tentacles around each wrist to hold them still above your head and the one in your mouth rams further down your throat, making you gag and bringing tears to your eyes. You kick and thrash against the hold on your wrists and squint your eyes in the dark but can't see the source of the tentacles. Two more wrap around your ankles, spreading your legs open and holding you open before lifting you a few inches into the air. All you can feel are the tentacles slowly investigating your body, clearly not worried about time, and a soft breeze. The night air from your open window makes where tentacles touch even colder with the thin goo they leave behind.

A small tentacle gets caught on the hem of your sleep shirt and accidentally pulls it up. The creature hesitates for a moment before sliding the tendril under your shirt and touching the skin of your stomach directly. Another joins it and they give a testing tug on the fabric. When you don't react outside trashing against your restraints, they work together to rip your shirt down the middle so your front is exposed. The tentacles then move to the waistband of your shorts. You try to scream but the tentacle in your throat gives a harsh thrust to shut you up. Squirming is equally as useless and you can do nothing but watch in terror as your shorts and panties are ripped off in one motion, leaving you completely exposed to whatever terror the tentacles are controlled by.

You can feel your head rushing. You've masturbated to your fair share of tentacle stories, but you didn't think things like this were real. It's absolutely terrifying but you can't help feeling a little curious as well.

While one tentacle slides, cold and wet, back up your body to continue exploring, the other moves between your legs. It prods at your pussy lips for a moment before quickly discovering your slit. When the tentacle glides over your clit, you can't stop the small moan that comes out of you. Another thrust in your throat makes tears prickle back to your eyes and you let them fall. Despite the harsh response to your moan, the tentacle slides up the full length of your slit again, and then a third time, stimulating your clit each time. You manage to hold back another moan and try to focus instead on figuring out what the fuck was happening but it's too late. The creature picked up on your pleasure and seems curious about it. They focus in on your clit, sliding their tentacle over it up and down before experimenting with moving in circles. You involuntarily buck your hips against the tentacle and it stops moving entirely. A confusing mix of relief and sadness washes over you and your hips buck again, trying to chase the retreating tentacle.

You wonder if this it, if the monster got tired of your squirming and gave up. That notion is thrown out the window when three more tentacles come into view. The first wraps around your hips to hold them in place. The second joins in the general exploration of your body, caressing your jaw and neck. Your eyes are on the third, though, moving back between your legs. This one looks different with a hole in the middle of it like some sort of fucked up mouth. It latches onto your clit and starts sucking gently and you immediately throw your head forward in surprising pleasure, accidentally deepthroating the tentacle in your mouth. You can feel it tense for a second before giving an experimental thrust, this time less punishing and more gentle. The creature seems to like this and it starts a steady rhythm fucking your throat.

The tentacle sucking your clit picks up intensity and you don't even notice when a second tendril moves between your legs. You only notice when it prods at your hole. This kick-starts your brain again and fear builds alongside your pleasure. You can't even think of a way to fight back before the tentacle slides itself inside, exploring all around as it pushes deeper and deeper. The sucking on your clit gets more intense at the same time as the tentacle accidentally pushed against your g spot. You thrust your head forward again, unable to move in any other way, and let out a long, loud moan. It curls up again before sliding out of your pussy entirely. You don't even get the chance to wonder what's happening before a new, smaller tentacle joins alongside it. Together, they both press at your hole. The two tentacles stretch your pussy but slide in easily between their own lubrication and how wet you are. The original one moves back to curl against your g spot once more, picking up a steady rhythm to match the one in your throat, while the new one continues to push deeper to explore more of you. Your moans are automatic at this point and you finally let yourself give in to the pleasure when your first orgasm hits you. The creature continues fucking you through it, even increasing in speed and intensity when you tighten around it. You can feel the tentacle pushing deeper than you've ever been fucked before, finding its way into your womb and still moving deeper. It's a strange feeling, one you're sure few if any other humans have felt before, but the weirdness of it only adds to your pleasure as your second orgasm hits quickly after the first.

It's overwhelming and you still can't even see the monster that's fucking you, but none of it matters. Nothing matters except the countless tentacles caressing and fucking and exploring your body. It doesn't even matter when a new tentacle starts prodding at your asshole. You've never experimented with anal but it doesn't matter, too lost in your third orgasm to care. It slides in easily and starts exploring inside of you until it finds the spot that sends your pleasure from intense to white hot. Every one of your holes is being filled more than humanly possible and you can't think of what it feels like not to be so full. You can't think at all, no coherent thoughts managing to form around countless orgasms.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is that your sheets are gone and so are your pajamas. The next thing you notice is the soreness in your jaw and body, followed by the marks around your limbs and hips. Finally, as you look at the window you don't remember leaving open the night before, you remember everything that happened last night. The memory feels fuzzy like a dream but your shredded pajamas and aching holes proved it was real.

From that night on, you always leave the window open no matter how cold it gets.

[s3rg34nt-sl9t]

Wanna have a sub on their back, their legs lifted to their chest as my tentacles slink into their underwear. Wanna watch as my appendages squirm and pulsate beneath the fabric, fucking into their cute cunt. Wanna make a wet patch slowly form in their underwear and hear the wet squelching noises of my tentacles pushing into their juices. <3

[sadboyhours63]

It's a monsterfucker kind of night

[skelly-words]

Tentacles.. we have blue we have pink, what if one fucks our ass and the other our meow meow

(Bring your tentacles to work day request)

Ignore if u want but ILY and marry me 💍

I've been neglecting my account so bad, but you forgive me, right? <3<3<3

NSFW minors dni please

Anywayyyy, this is short, but I was thinking about using pink and blue at the same time. You're only supposed to bring the pink one to work. It cups your pussy so you can grind on the textured tendrils without making a mess of your office chair. But what's the harm in trying both?

It's the last step of your morning routine. Trying to fit the base of both tentacles in your ass at the same time is stretch, but the fat plugs are stuffed into place anyway. The slender blue appendage slips up and down your slit. The juices drooling from your cunt mix with the blue opalescence lubrication coating the tentacle. You watch with a whine as it stuffs itself inside you, writhing and wriggling to fit just right. It never stops moving like it can't get comfortable, and the constant twisting in your guts makes your legs a little weak.

Then the thick pink tentacle latches onto you. The lace of your panties covers it so neatly, almost looking modest when spit isn’t collecting at the corners of your lips. The little feelers bully your swollen clit, meanly pinching on the bud while you grab your purse and walk out the door.

It feels so good to have something to keep you full. Every bump on the bus ride fucks the squirming blue tentacle deeper. And you don't have to worry about your sloppy pussy leaving a gross mark on the seat.

The pink tentacle soaks you up so greedily, waiting for you to be ready to take its squishy little eggs. You have no idea how it's all gonna fit. The walk from the bus to your office building is short, and you make it to your desk before finding out. Your hips rock back and forth on the chair to rub the knot of pulsing blue into your g-spot. Little pink feelers tug at your clit. It's hard not to moan, and you have to bite on your palm to keep quiet.

You whimper as the sticky eggs get released, crammed into your cunt with the slender blue tentacle. Your poor hole is so stuffed full that you can hardly twitch and tighten when you cum. The pink tentacle pushes more and more eggs into you as the tiny tendrils clean up all your juices.

It stops after that, as if knowing not to overstimulate you too much. There's a long day ahead of you, so the little monsters are content to keep you stuffed up and grinding on the attentive feelers. Maybe the blue one will cum in you later, hopefully the eggs don't get fertilized 🤷‍♀️

And the best part is, still no mess.

These are so fun to write, like the perfect mix of silly and horny. I luv the support everyone is being so nice to me here