#tenacles

[brofirstblog]

A sweet tentacle monster who loves to bake. You come home, and it's just filled with sweets. You follow the noises of pans and timers to the kitchen and you see your tentacle monster with oven mits on several tentacles, each with a pan of different, freshly baked sweets! They blush and wiggle happily when you eat their treats and gush about how great their baking is.

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

Imagine spending some "quality time" with Alastor & his tentacles ♡♡♡

CW: Tentacles/Tentacle Fluid(?), Penetration, Alastor Ignoring Reader, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms

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He would be so unbothered, enjoying his evening with a book, maybe with a cup of tea on the side table that he occasionally sip from. His focus completely on the literature in front of him.

Meanwhile you sit naked on the floor between his legs, straddling one of the many tentacles he has as it fucks itself into you at a steady pace. When you try to reach to hold onto Alastor, your hand is wordlessly slapped away in denial, so you try to hold yourself steady using the floor instead.

It would take some time for you to get used to the "other limb," with its odd shape and interestingly smooth texture. When the tip begins to wiggle against your hole, you let out a hiss as your body adjusts to its size. The natural slick of Alastor's tentacle acts as a lubricant, allowing it to effortlessly press deeper inside.

Since it's nestled into you from the front of your body, it also slides perfectly right against the throbbing core between your legs. Your hips automatically jump in time with the appendage, chasing the friction of it where it drags along you.

It's hard to stay still with your body being stimulated in its most sensitive places and much harder to stay quiet. You try to maintain the silence in the room, but each thrust pulls a high pitch whine from you, even as your lips pressed together in a poor attempt to stop the noises.

"Do you mind? I'm in the middle of reading here, and in a rather good part at that." Alastor says, eyes glittering mischievously as he briefly glances at you from above his book. You whimper out a whisper of an apology, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. He continues on with his reading, ignoring the mess you've become at his feet.

At this point, you're fully humping his tentacle, your thighs burn as you attempt to fuck yourself further onto it. The appendage only allows you to take so much before it pulls back out, your hips chasing its timed thrusts. Lost in the feeling, you call out to Alastor desperately begging for your release.

Only when you accidentally fall face first into his lap does he acknowledge you. Alastor allows you to hold onto his thighs as you get used to the new position, the new angle forcing the appendage to thrust directly into that special spot deep inside of you.

Alastor watches as your body accepts the pleasure he's giving it. Your unfocused eyes shut as you approach your peak, mouth open, crying out for him. He only hums as you unravel before his eyes.

Your body jerks before it spills its essence of your orgasm messily along the appendage. Even he's quite surprised at the amount of that drips from you.

You groan as the tentacle slowly makes its way out of your hole and back through your legs. As it slides from you, your breath hitches as it brushes once again against the sensitive spot between your legs.

In a moment of curiosity, Alastor makes it come back between your legs, earning himself another gasp from you, "Nonono...cant..!" You try to pull away, but another tentacle cones to hold you still, forcing you to endure the teasing.

“Mm, have you had enough yet?" Alastor ponders as he holds his book to the side, watching you. Your gasped ‘yes’ goes unheard as the torture continues.  

As it takes its time stroking between your legs, your arousal mixes messily with its own lubricating essence, allowing it to slip easily against you. The tentacle quickly flicks back and forth against your sex, rapidly bringing you to the brink of another orgasm. 

"Give me one more..." Alastor requests softly, cradling your face in his hand. You don’t think you could deny him even if you tried. You're completely gone at this point, trembling and sobbing as another orgasm is ripped from you. 

When you come down from your high, you hear the distant sound of a voice whispering praises, while stroking your cheek. “Very good darling..Why don’t we get you cleaned up?”

[theriverbeyond]

did you have a coherent picture in your head when you read about the bone monsters, the one in the laboratory and the one that killed everyone? I was struggling tbh

my idea for the bone monster is like what if a T rex was quadruped with accessory bone-sword arms that didn't touch the ground and also a massive and very long prehensile tail and face spikes.

big thank you to Sue the Trex for being my bad photoshop model!!!!

also i couldn't resist making this meme:

[eclipsecrowned]

also anon the last leg of that ask was such a sharp right turn that the entire squad is conjecturing now which villain you play please help.

[orbitaldeathwoomy]

‖ ♥︎ 》 Sorry for the lack of replies, but PNGtuber+ is reigniting my artsy side... And I'm still working on that Cerrin PNGtuber.

‖ ♥︎ 》 JUST LOOK AT WHAT I'VE DONE SO FAR

[hiveswap]

30k riderquill gay sex was made possible by viewers like you

[demonstars]

moose actually unfollowed me Like i fear homophobia is rampant in this community

[missblissy]

Can you write an Alastor x reader where the reader tries to save him from Adam but ends up badly injured?

((Ofc course nonny! I apologize if I’m a little rusty and this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but!! I did get inspired by the last episode and decided to rewrite the scene with reader there too :’) I hope you enjoy!! This is more of a platonic stage of a relationship with Alastor, something where he cares for reader but not like… ya know… together yet 😂))

You already knew the plan, you knew your place in it, that being down on the ground with all your friends. In front of the hotel you stood, not far from the others. While Charlie and Vaggie watched with wide eyes, you felt a sliver of dread work its way into your mind. The shield that Alastor had created was holding… for now.

And you could see far above like a speck of glowing sand, Adam and his bright wings keeping him afloat. The sliver of dread was momentarily replaced with rage, anger, and possibly hatred. You had to shake it away though, as within a moment's notice Adam broke down the shield and the dread returned.

It wasn’t long before angels came flying down once again, with a newfound fury to destroy the demons who dared to stand against them. Luckily you at least knew a thing or two about dodging and weaving. Spending time in hell taught you enough to throw a few kicks, with the stab of an angelic weapon given to you before the battle.

You’d manage to take down a few angels, all while still keeping a seething eye on Adam. The closer he got to the hotel the more panic you felt, and more so for selfish reasons rather than selfless ones. And with Alastor’s shield down it was only a matter of time before the table would start turning. Purely out of your own instincts you turn tail from the battle out front and start racing up the hotel.

There were angels already swarming in like flies, and you did your best to avoid them. Despite that, one still caught you off guard and managed to slam you to the ground. A struggle ensued, wrestling on the ground with this vile heathen, to you at least.You’d let out a yelp and wriggle, arms flying and nails clawing into holy skin. With you elbow you jammed it into the angel’s face over and over until you could reach you weapon and go for their throat.

The bright glowing blood splashed onto you, golden, while slick it escaped the angel and stole its life in the process. You shoved the lifeless body off you and stumbled further up the hotel. You could hear the battle above, while bits of rumble crumbled and flung to the ground. The building gave a shake and shudder strong enough for you to slip on a step and reach for the railings.

Your heart leapt into your throat and threatened to burst any second. The panic was a terrible and familiar feeling. It was hard to say, or even admit, but dammit you cared for that stupid bastard up there in a way. Alastor certainly couldn’t stand a chance against Adam, you didn’t believe a word of his boasting earlier. Claiming that he could single handedly take care of Adam and keep him distracted.

No sinner, not even the radio demon could do such a thing you believed. He’d been gone for so long as well, who’s to say he hasn’t gotten rusty? Alastor was cocky, and arrogant, yet still you were racing up floor after floor to aid him in battle.

The hotel shook again and you had to put your hands out to catch yourself in the fall. You still shimmered with holy blood as droplets fell from you while racing the last few steps. Another good shake and rumble had you rushing and stumbling out of the door onto the rooftop.

A panicked expression came on your face, witnessing what was before you. Though Alastor seemed fine, causal even with a simple smile, you saw Adam trying evade the dark tenacles that manifested to and fro around him. Adam may have had a sneer on his face but he let out a mocking laugh, ���Ha! You think you’re tough shit don’t you?” His golden eyes met yours in that second, and you started to take a step forward.

Alastor hadn’t even noticed, he just smiled and took another swing at Adam, “Tougher than you~!” He grinned with a twisted laugh. While Adam took a few attempts at striking Alastor, lurching forward with his bass ax, Alastor was too caught in the battle to see the split second decision that you made.

You ran forward with all your might, weapon in hand and death in your eyes. You hoped that with your speed you’d have caught Adam off guard, but it wasn’t enough. You were able to cut the distance and jab the angelic weapon into Adam’s side but not without him reaching around and back handing you away. You landed with a thud on the ground several feet away, ready to get back up, but Adam was quick enough to kick away your only weapon.

His ax cut down quickly on one of your arms, leaving it hanging by a thread before he grabbed you by the throat and used you as some meat shield. Your own blood gushed like a sprinkler and began to pool. All while you let out a curdling cry in pain.

To say Alastor was anything but enraged that you managed to make it up there was a mistake. His smile was still there regardless. But he froze if only to listen to Adam bicker. With his hand around your throat, the air was running out quickly in your lungs while you did everything you could to kick your feet at him.

“Come on you edge lord freak! Not gonna fight now that I got this neat little trick?” Adam’s smug grin was enough to test Alastor’s patience and reasoning. The grip on your neck only got tighter. Wriggling there you could do nothing but listen and watch… in fear. As Alastor only grinned and took a swing at Adam, taking you by surprise as well. You were mere inches away from being scathed by one of the tentacles as Adam prepared to use you to block it, but instead he was attacked by another seconds sooner from behind.

But it was enough of a hit to knock you from his hands, and you thudded to the floor. The two of them were back in some kind of battle locked tango as Adam swung and swung his ax and only missed Alastor as he mocked him, “You lack discipline, control!” Alastor laughed, his voice ringing in and out of your ears as you tried to fight back the pain and blood loss, “And worse! You’re sloppy!”

You couldn’t see, let alone hear much more other than the battle going on… You just needed to rest… just for a second. The back and forth bickering between the other two went fuzzy, along with the rest of the battle going on around. That’s when you felt… something... At least try and attempt to pull you to safety. It was the wrapping of a long singular black tentacle curling around your ankle, one that was coming from the shadows and away from the fight.

Even still, above it all, the ringing of battle, the throbbing of pain, the muffled bickering. You could hear the distance snap then a visceral cry of equal pain from an all to familiar voice. Perhaps it was the last bits of adrenaline and endorphins. Or it was your continuing unrelenting nature to never do as told, and always do as you wish instead. Even if it was every instinct in your body telling you otherwise, your eye snapped open and through the blood you could see Alastor becoming a corner like a caged animal with a wound all his own.

Something primal in you awoke, something that wasn’t fueled by hatred or even really fear, but rather more of a rage induced panic for someone cared for. The burn was enough to push you to your feet, leaping with all your might towards Adam. You managed to tackle him down, using your only good arm to wrestle him to the ground, fighting over his ax, “You little shit!” He barked at you, “You just don’t know when to quit don’t you?!?”

It was Alastor’s turn to bleed and watch, and more helpless than ever before. His ego tore in two behind a smile while fighting the instinct to turn tail and save his own skin. Guaranteeing your death. Or, risk what little left he could do to save you. And even more infuriating, his deal wouldn’t allow him to do more than what he wanted.

He gritted his teeth and choked on blood. Alastor smirk only got more bitter as he chuckled to himself and muttered a curse, reminding himself to chew you out later if you both made it out alive.

While you struggled on the ground with Adam, while his fist greeted your face, jaw and throat a few times, you’d claw and bite at him with the same force. If Alastor was going to act, he needed to act now. So he got to his feet, holding his arm over his blood oozing wound. However, in the other hand shadows began to take form. He closed the distance and let out a mocking laugh, “Don’t forget about me!” His arms swung back over his head, “You aren’t the only one experienced with an ax!” Alastor cackled as the long broad long handle of a felling ax formed from the shadows.

Alastor chopped down with all his strength, eyes turning to dials, the large red X growing on his forehead. He flung the ax down with memories of dismembering bodies, however here he only managed to clip Adam’s wing, far from the glory days of his serial killings. But Alastor still had a skill or two left from then as he used the same motion to knock Adam back like a baseball player hitting a home run.

With a thud and a yell Adam cursed out, forced apart and bleeding from his wing he let you go in the tussle between him and Alastor. In that split second you felt a new pair of hands grab you from behind. Everything felt like it started moving in slow motion to you. The air felt thick, and shadows grew larger from every source. Alastor grabbed you with one arm, bleeding out as equally as you but still keeping you secure by his side, and using the other arm to throw the felling ax like a tomahawk, missing Adam by a hair.

Shadows started creeping in around you, misting and closing in on you. The last thing you saw was Adam’s shit eating grin before darkness enveloped you as you escaped with Alastor. Wind whirled around you but you couldn’t see it, only feel the cool icy bricks of the sharp currents. Lightless like a feather one moment, then the next you felt gravity slam you back into the ground.

The air was smacked out of your lungs, dropped onto the ground you let out a yelp as the world returned. Rubble and ruins surrounded you, dust fell and rocks shambled to the cold hard floor. This… must be the basement of the hotel… You thought. You could still hear the battle above.

But you couldn’t forget how you got here, and who brought you. Guilt washed over you quickly, you spun your head around and saw Alastor propping himself up against a crumbling wall. His ears pinned back, his smile all broken and shaky but still holding true… And some little shadow minion of his was shoving his guts back in his torso and stitching him closed.

That’s when you remembered your own wounds. Your arm… Quickly with fear you looked down and were surprised to find it also being tended to by a little shadow puppet. Which, honestly, you couldn’t feel anything from the shoulder down at this point. So pain or detecting someone pulling the sinews back together wasn’t going to be noticed anyways. At least your arm wasn’t a total loss.

Quickly though, you began frantically, apologizing, “Alastor-.. I am so sorry- I… I-” You felt like a fool, but you also felt a little angry, “I’m sorry!” You said again, “But why did you think you could take Adam on by himself!?” The little flair of anger was gone as soon as it came. Being replaced by guilt once more you hung your head and stared away from your own wounds, someplace random, and repeat, “I’m sorry,” You just didn’t want him to become a causality….

You kept muttering and mumbling away, you even felt tears ready to escape but the quick and short, “Stop,” From the other hushed you up quickly. Out of fear at first, you didn’t look up, but the slow troubled pattern of heels clicking towards you was enough to lift your tired eyes.

Still bloody but not bleeding, and with a limped pain in his step, Alastor approached you, his smile tired and barely hanging on. To your surprise, at first all he said was, “Are you alright?” As he knelt down and gestured to your arm. You were ready to be scolded, and even chewed up and split out… But all Alastor seemed to care about at this moment was if you’d live to another day.

The little shadow had nearly finished sewing you together like a broken doll, repaired and ready to play again. It disappeared once its task was done, and just to test its work, you moved your arm, rolled your wrist and waved your fingers, “I’ve been worse,” You told him with a huff, and a sheepish smile.

“Good,” Was all he said, which, you’d be lying if the empty look in his eyes and his hollow smile didn’t unsettle you to some degree. You didn’t have much of a chance to get a better look, as he stood up while brushing the debris and loose hair out of your face, “Go to the others,” He told you, “And tell them what happened…” His shoot started tapping further away again.

When you looked up again his back was to you. He reached down to his staff snapped in two, you couldn’t see his face but you heard the heavy sigh, “What about you?” You asked, he was still injured, he couldn’t possibly be going off for another fight…? Your nerves where settled only slightly as he reassured you, “I need to find something to fix this,” He gestured to the broken staff, “I believe there is something left in my radio tower,” He explained.

You slowly got to your feet, a sigh, a huff, then a nod of your head, “Okay,” You said. You watched for a second more, turning to leave but not taking a step, looking over your shoulder at him. A sullen moment broke into the air, an unfamiliar sorrow. And he stopped in his steps too. Mimicking your actions, looking back until your eyes met. He shared a smile, one at least more true and strong enough to spread on your lips. A second more was spent there, until more earth shattering rumbles began and the moment was broken. Separating you two once again, leading down different paths away from each other.

[sannasruins]

monster from the deep

ryomen sukuna x reader

type: merman? thriller? i'm not sure tbh

warnings: octopus merman, reader fears for their life, no pronouns, reader gets slightly hurt

a/n: there might be a part two if people ask for it, i don't know where i was going with this but i wanted to get something out lol

word count: 1.1k

You could barely describe Ryomen Sukuna as a merman, despite him being one. With his power, with his mind, with his body, he should be likened to a sea monster with will rip and tear and bite, and not of a siren that sings of sweet temptation, before consuming you.

The waters were grey and choppy that day on the beach, it was not a welcoming sight. You probably should have taken the oceans warning that day, but you didn’t, and you descended familiar worn wooden stairs that led down to a rocky beach with tall pillars of stone sticking out of both the beach and shallow water. The sky was reflective of the ocean that day, a bland grey hung over your entire small beach town.

The air smelt of the ocean, but was chilled and you wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself, and as you made your way closer to the shore, the occasional spray would kick up in the wind and bite at your face with its cold salty water.

You breathed in, closed your eyes, and held it, enjoying the crisp air filling your lung. It might not be a place most people would want to be this time of year, and especially in this weather, but here and now was one of the only times you could truly unwind, and let go of everything in your mind. The sounds of the waves crashing into the pebbled beach, the whistling wind, the occasional cry of a gull, it all emptied your mind and let you truly just be.

That was, until you heard a series of splashes, which you tried to brush of, but it was then followed by wet slaps that sounded almost like a fish on the deck of a boat. You wondered if a large fish, or maybe even a dolphin had beached itself accidently, so you opened your eyes and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, which had by that time, stopped. You worried that the fish might be suffocating without water, and started looking more franticly.

Despite your efforts, you were unable to find the source of disturbance, and began to wonder if you had hallucinated it, but as a last effort, you peaked you head around the closest of the large pillars of stone that interrupted the beach, and were met with a sight that for what felt like forever, you did not know how to process.

There rested a man, or at first glance what looked like a man. But the more you looked at him the more you saw. When one pair of arms ended, another began, and when your gaze moved lower, where his torso should have ended and turned into legs, there were instead a mess of dark red tentacles, like that of an octopus. His body, his human half that is, was covered in strange tattoos, even his resting face had thick dark and harsh lines on it.

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past your lips, and as soon as it exited, your hands had flung up to cover your mouth.

But it was too late.

His eyes snapped open, a deep and dark red that matched the skin of the tenacles that made up his lower half, and found you peeking around the corner of the stone. Your own eyes wide with shock, or maybe fear.

You realized you should run, the look he was giving you was that not of a hurt creature, or a fairytale encounter, but of a hunter catching sight of its prey. As you started to turn around and lift your foot to flee, two of his tentacles shot out, one wrapping around each of your ankles, and tugged backwards, causing you to tip forwards, your hands shooting out to keep your face from making contact with the sharp pebbles of the beach. You felt a sharp sting in both your hands as you landed hard, the air was knocked out of you. The rocky beach digging into your soft skin as you were pulled over it was sure to be leaving bruises and scrapes over your body, but all you could feel was overwhelming dread as a monster from the sea dragged you back towards him.

Breath was still not coming to you as his other tentacles picked you up and held you captive Infront of him, you were shaking with a fear that seeped its way into your bones. You could tell however, that he was even more horrifying than you had originally thought, as a second pair of eyes under his main ones blinked open to scrutinize you more closely.

“A human,” he mused. He wasn’t talking to you, just thinking out loud. You kept your mouth shut, regarding your captor with wide, unblinking eyes and were amazed that it could speak your language.

“Well human,” he addressed you this time, looking into your fearful gaze with his own cold and calculating one, “what should I do with you?”

You sputtered, shocked, was this creature that was about to eat you, asking you how he should eat you? Was he asking you how he should kill you? These were all very scary questions that flooded your brain and kept your mouth from making any other noise than a very quiet and questioning “huh?”

He frowned at that; it was obviously disrespectful. Your mere presence on this beach whilst he was there was disrespectful, and he didn’t have the time or patience for disrespectful and meager existence. He started to consider what had been running through your head the whole time, that maybe he should just drown you and eat you, there wasn’t enough of you to satisfy the King of Sea Monsters, but it had been a while since he had eaten a human, and it could be a little snack.

He watched the way you trembled in his grasp, how you were totally his in that moment, unable to do anything unless he willed it to be that way, and it felt something he hadn’t in quite a while.

“Answer me little human,” he pushed, “what should I do with you.”

“Please don’t kill me,” you managed to whisper the plead out from your fear frozen lips.

“Very well,” he smiled, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth that sent a harsh chill down your spine.

He brought you closer to him, replacing his tentacles for his lower pair of arms, and this is when you truly thought he was going to bite into your neck and rip out your throat, or something equally gory that would end your life and begin his feast, but instead he did something else entirely shocking.

He dove into the frigid ocean, with you firmly held in his grasp.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

[NSFW]

Mitsuri! Reader x True Dragon Rimuru Tempest (when he is like an young beautiful man)

Reader is sub and Rimuru is dom.

When Rimuru is a slime, he can do turn his body anything he wants even add his Ahem

-Male part- and then to disappear when he wants to.

Rimuru wants reader address him as “Master” when doing seggs-

-You whined softly, winding your hands into the blankets below you as your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath as you whimpered out your husband’s name, who could only smirk like a gremlin, seeing what he had done to you.

-Ever since he became a True Dragon, Rimuru had made it so his human form was now that of a man, being full grown, and being able to pleasure you like one.

-He still used his slime abilities for evil, mainly for pinning you down, but here lately, Rimuru’s been experimenting, and lucky for him, you, his adoring wife, was right there to practice on!

-Rimuru could control every inch of his body, every inch, and while he made your brain turn to mush each time he got ahold of you, he never left you feeling unsatisfied.

-His hips were against yours, his hands stretching to pin your hands down, and you were writing beneath him while he was completely still otherwise, a grin on his lips.

-Using his expert control, his cock, which felt like a writing mass of slime like tentacles deep within you, rubbing and prodded at every inch of you, moving them in all different ways, directions, speeds, and strengths.

-You couldn’t focus on just one of them as you whined again, throwing your head back, “Rimuru please!” you shrieked, your back arching as Rimuru immediately stilled his movements inside you, right when you were almost there, showing his dominant side, “Ah-ah my love~ you know that’s not my name right now~”

-Your cheeks flushed bright red, wiggling your hips lightly as you looked up at him, eyes watery, “Please…master?” he had been playing with this as well, roleplaying, and he adored seeing you like this beneath him, and when you would call him master, it did things to him, unholy things.

-Your vision was going white as he started moving and going even harder, more slime tenacles stretching from his stomach, sucking on your nipples and latching onto your little nub, quickly sending you into overdrive and overstimulating you.

-Your back arched with a sharp screech which was music to Rimuru’s ears, but he wasn’t done, as he continued, coaxing you through your orgasm, not letting up as you babbled, being easily fucked stupid again.

-Almost an hour later, when you finally fainted, Rimuru stopped, laying on top of your twitching body, hugging you close with a content smile on his face. He helped clean you up and put you to bed, cuddling you close as he grinned, “I can’t wait to try my next idea tomorrow!”

-You were glad you were stronger than most, else you wouldn’t have been able to handle his experiments. You just didn’t know what else he had in that wicked little mind of his!!

[under-the-pondering-tree]

seeing a human without any context of what a human is must be crazy

like- you have a cave in the middle of your face with a wet worm that just sits inside of it, or sometimes wriggles around looking independently sentient from the larger creature- protected by a bone cage that is also used for crushing and tearing at the same time. and the worm helps feed you by pushing the food further down the cave to the main structure, while it also communicates information to you about the food you have squid arms that somehow can reach in every direction but simultaneously only bend certain ways, with a rigid structure underneath- and 5 more tentacles on top of each of the 4 already sticking out from you like a tenacle fractal. but also you're not like a squid because you're flat?? squids have their tentacles grouped at the bottom, in a circley kind of shape around themselves- and basically everything else in existence that has limbs or appendages has them under themselves- but we have two at the bottom, which isn't even stable, you need at least three to not have to constantly juggle your own body to stay upright- and then the other two are just.. up the side?? like imagine a horse with legs where wings would be on a pegasus. like... why????? so it can kick things better? that's stupid- a horse doesn't need that and humans aren't water creatures, but cant be dry anyway? like they need to be wet and squishy, but when they run around (fall forward and catch themselves really fast) they just leak their water everywhere??? and they cant even use the water with a little bit of minerals in it. the most abundant source of water on their planet. but nope, 3% salt is too much and it'll kill them. gotta get it from the water that falls from the sky because the particles are too heavy to evaporate and it filters it for them, instead of them just having some organ to it for them instead.

they have a substance that perpetually grows out of them- but with some of it they just decide to remove it? like 'i don't like this part of my structure i will do surgery to remove it every few days' but only with it in certain areas?? in some areas they keep it- or even mold or decorate it! and are disappointed when it for some reason just disappears with age? like isnt that what you want?? but no- only on the bottom?? sometimes?? depending on the person. and half of them have it more/less often than the others. and the ones that generally have it the least on the majority of their bodies- or try the most to remove it on the lower portions of their bodies- are the ones who generally also grow it the longest on the top?? like what?? why??? originally it was intended for warmth. but instead they just decided to steal other creature's skin- literal skin snatchers- from the creatures that had a bit more of it than them. and then eventually moved to making it out of synthetic materials after we killed every single one of that creature on the planet that was 20 times our size and shoved their remains in little pieces down our face hole after ritually burning each piece before it goes in because the worm whispers to us that it's better that way. We're only used to this nightmare because we are the nightmare. If we weren't in any way human-resembling in form, and we saw them- we would either be very good at hiding, or they would be extinct. Or maybe in some alien world someone's writing horror stories, and the creatures of unimaginable horror when described are by coincidence just what we're like. Not because they're just scared of aliens, but because the kind of aliens we are, are valid things to be absolutely terrified of.

[brofirstblog]

Your sweet tentacle monster, coming to snuggle you after having to brave the harsh cold (16°C) to grab your pizza delivery (it was placed right outside the door). Oh, whoas, this poor, cold monster. They are in such need for your human warmth--not that they're, like, needy or anything.

Ah, you're such a lifesaver, hugging them close to your warm body with a sigh. Guess you could spare some love and affection while you two eat some pizza.

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts/Drabbles: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

This is about Alastor & Angel Dust (separately)

Summary: Things you SAY you don’t like because it makes you feel either: shy, scared, or pissed off, but actually really turns you on and how they would react (explanation at the end)

CW: Degradation, Prey/Predator kink, Humiliation Kink, Being held down, Non-Con ish Elements, Tentacles

[PART 1]

Angel Dust: Because of his line of work he is VERY careful not to push your boundaries, as you also do with him. However, sometimes things happen unintentionally…

You guys are hanging out in the hotel lounge, him draped across the sofa, you on the floor. You both are scrolling away on your phones, showing each other the occasional meme and chatting about Angel’s recent shoot.

At that moment though, you were fully distracted by something on your phone. Your cheeks warm up at the suggestive content, which Angel IMMEDIATELY notices - “What the fuck you watchin’ that’s got you blushin’ like that?” Well NOW you’ve got his attention.

You both end up playfully wrestling for the device but you end up pinned underneath him. When you realize Angel is a lot stronger than he looks, you start to struggle in his hold, hating the feeling of being pinned down. Focused on your phone, he doesn’t realize you’re starting to get upset and continues to hold you down.

Starting to panic, you feel tears prick at your eyes and again try to buck your hips to get him to move. This time, however, the movement brushes your crotch in a confusingly delicious way and a loud moan slips out of you. You don’t mean to, but your hips jump up again to chase the feeling. At that, Angel looks down at you, his previous smile slipping from his face.

“Oh shit! Shit, fuck! I’m so sorry, I forgot-” He lets go of you and starts to get up but pauses, watching you beneath him. “Wait, did you just moan…?” You blink the tears away and swallow, staying silent and turning your head away instead.

“Shit…” he whispers, lowering his hips back down against yours. “You did, didn't you?” He briefly looks up to make sure no one is around and experimentally rolls himself against you again. Involuntarily, you back arches this time and you moan again.

“Fuck, you like that..?” He mumbles, blushing at the way you whimper beneath him. You both look into each other's eyes, wordlessly panting. He gently grabs your hands again and presses them on the floor above your head. His other set of hands grip your hips, pulling you up to meet his.

He leans down, ghosting his lips against yours as he bucks his hips intently. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his lips and his eyes, biting your lip. When he leans down to kiss you, you let out an open mouth moan, legs spreading in an attempt at feeling more of him. The throbbing between your legs intensifies and you whine out his name, “Angel! Wait, you’re gonna make me-!” 

He buries his head in your neck and doubles down his efforts, practically fucking you through your clothes. “Yeah?” He pants out “Come on then..” He lets you wrap your legs around his waist and groans as you tense up under him.

He gently holds you and waits until you calm down before slowly sitting up. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out an awkward laugh “Well fuck!” You throw an arm around your face embarrassed.

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Alastor: In an overheard conversation, you mention you hate being chased and Alastor saves that information for later. 

During a team bonding exercise, Charlie expresses the want to play ‘capture the flag’ in the hotel. Something about building a healthy comradery…

”The rules are simple! The hotel is separated into two sections and each team’s flags are hidden in those areas. The objective is to get the other team’s flags without being caught, the team with the most flags wins!”

The teams are divided evenly, both you and Alastor on different sides. Everyone goes their separate ways and the game begins.

You find yourself alone, sneaking around in an attempt to find the flags. To your luck you do find one, quickly shoving it in your pocket and making your leave. You realize however, that one of Alastor’s shadows has been watching you the whole time. “Ah, there you are..!” 

You don’t even turn around to acknowledge Alastor’s presence, immediately racing down the hallway. All you need to do is get to your team’s section… Your heart pounds in your chest as you turn the corner. You hear a chuckle behind you, and a sing songy voice,  “Run, run as fast as you can~” 

You see the stairs, your saving grace to get back to your team. A shriek escapes your lips as you’re suddenly dragged backwards by Alastor’s tentacles and forced against the wall. He slowly approaches and takes in your appearance. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted, chest heaving trying to catch your breath…

His grin widens as you struggle in his binds. “My, my, what do we have here..” The static from his radio filter crackling as he speaks. “I thought you had a distaste for being chased?” he questions, teasing you.

You’re both terrified and confused at his question, “W-what are you..?! I-I do!” You sputter out a response. His eyes narrow as he lets out a hum. 

“Hmm…then what do you suppose this is about?” His tentacles slide between your legs, pressing firmly. Your hips buck at that and you gasp. It’s incredibly embarrassing how you feel yourself making a mess in your underwear right now.

“H-how did you-” You cut off with a moan when the tentacles continually slide themselves between your thighs and press into your core. Alastor’s nostrils flare at that, taking a deep breath to lead in closely, “Darling…I can smell you a mile away. Like a bitch in heat…”

You gasp at his words and your hips start to move along with his tentacles. He stands closely but doesn't reach out to touch you, both hands holding onto his microphone. “That’s it..” he purrs, seeming pleased with you cooperating with him. Your head drops as you feel yourself get closer, panting at the sensation between your legs. Your body feels hot all over, but the cool temperature of his tentacles contrasts it greatly.

In the distance, you hear the sounds of footsteps, both of you turning in the direction it’s coming from. You whimper his name and he turns back to you, whispering, “You’d better hurry, you wouldn’t want to get caught, do you?”

His tentacles start to move faster now, quickly sliding between your legs and all you can do is take it. Your mouth opens to cry out and Alastor quickly reaches up to slide his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm suddenly comes over you, sloppily sucking on his fingers. 

He hums softly, dragging his fingers across your tongue before pulling out and wiping them on his pants. His tentacles gently set you on the ground and his smile softens. “This little game was fun..Should you want to play again, you know where to find me..” He manifests into the floor and disappears, leaving you to wonder what just happened.

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So recently I read a predator/prey Alastor x reader fic and I was shook because being chased genuinely freaks me out, among other things. BUT because it's Alastor, it's hot. SO I thought of this series that I may or may not be projecting in...

I WILL be writing other characters for this lol

[I do NOT own Hasbin Hotel or it's characters, do NOT repost my content elsewhere please and thank you.]

[swampstew]

Luffy, N-31 ~ Triple Penetration

Summary: You never believed in mermaids - until you saw one. Oh and he's unique af. What a smile he has, seems friendly. Surely nothing bad will happen.

Warnings: Spicy and delicious but marking Dead Dove because it is pure grade monsterfucking, tentacle porn which I've never dabbled in (im pretty sure) so be nice to me. Octupus Merman Luffy with female reader, consent very strongly implied and outright said but I'm high so if I forgot that's on me. Pretty sure. 99.99%. Title says it, triple penetration via lotsa tentacles, anal creampie, suctioning of erogenous zones, octopus anatomy heavily researched fight me. Word Count: 622

Cecaelia are rare creatures indeed, often only found in small parts of the world. Like mermaid, this species of humanoid creature has the lower body of an octopus, utilizing it much like a real world octopus would. Its been said that they are either sadistic monsters, or playful fishfolk, there does not seem to be any in between. Due to its nature, Cecaelia are able to breathe in water and air, as well as contort their body into many shapes, sizes, and colors. It is unconfirmed if male merman become senescent after courtship like a traditional octopus, or if they lose their appendage.

You were pushed against the wooden door of your ship, tentacles holding your wrists flush against the wood as the creature’s extra tentacles felt you up. Exploring your body eagerly with curiosity. His flexible arms squeezed your flesh, your thighs, your breasts as the human side of the creature leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I finally caught you my siren,” he cradled your face with slender fingers. “I loved our game of chase, but I’m ready to have you now. Would you have me?���

With a needy gasp, you nodded. You came across him as he sunbathed on some rocks as you sailed by the island he was on, and when you saw his upper torso – you were sure then and there you wanted to fuck him, and confidently cat-called him. Seeing that he was half fish was like going through the five stages of grief, but he had been friendly and funny, and you were secretly pining. With the way his suctions pulled at your skin and the way he softly cupped your body, it was not hard for you to succumb to your needs.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Your clothes were ripped off as his tentacles released you in exchange for the fabric. His strong muscular arms caught you before you could fall and he pressed his lips to yours in frenzied need. His fingers following suit to your cunt when you moaned at his kisses. His fingers plunged over and over inside you while a thin tentacle curved around your thigh, the tip of the tentacle wrapped around your mound and a single tentacle sat above your clit. And it started pulling. When you screamed in pleasure, he added two more tenacles, wrapped around your breasts with suctions over your nipples. Carnal pleasure ripped from you as his arms made you fall apart, squirting over his body, he bit your throat lightly as you came on him, body convulsing wildly but held firmly to the door.

“Can I have you have you?”

“You can have me any way you want, Luffy. I never want you to take your arms off me.”

Luffy pulled back, his tentacle arms moving to position you while gently rubbing against your core and ass - two held your arms together, two held your legs apart. The suction cups doing the most to loosen and lubricate you with your arousal and his own secretions. Then three tentacles rushed to plug your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole as the merman stroked his hectocotyli (cock head). Your moans muffled by the tip of his tentacle as it played with your tongue, your pussy quivered against the squirming muscles that was sucking on your inner walls, your g spot, and your clit.

As you came around his tentacle, Luffy pulled his arm from your ass to replace it with the head of his cock. He ripped his tentacle arm from your mouth to latch his mouth on it as he roared and bucked his body against your shaking one. Semi-clear fluids leaked from your holes as his arms gently pulsed.

2 tiles to go, and since we've already made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

It's been 3 Days since the Ramshackle Boys were sent off for the Student Exchange Program. There is NO peace in Night Raven.

[The Sky above Night Raven was dark with Malleus' Thunderstorm since Yuu left. He even decided the stay in Ramshackle to make sure no one tried to break in. Someone did try and nearly got roasted.]

[Azul spent whatever breaks he had hiding in his Octopus Pot with Marcus' Oversized Jacket and slept in Marcus' Favorite Shirt - it was big on him, but he was warm like Marcus. What's more, Azul refused to allow anyone to use Marcus' Recipes and kept his husband's recipe book close to his heart (He locked it in a safe)]

[Without Jayden, Jamil was more irriable and with quicker to snap at people. Most people avoided angering him, but Kalim would try to cheer him up...only to get a pillow in the face. Jamil kept to himself and drank Raspberry Tea which was Jayden's Favorite.]

[Vil was more of a nag without Darius to keep him calm. Rook tried to calm Vil down as much as he could and Epel would tell Vil to get a grip, but Vil's glare would shut anyone up who went against his orders.]

[Professors Crewel and Trein were not as lenient as they once were and were more annoyed when someone caused disorder in class; even Lucius hissed at some people.]

[Reactions]

Sebek (Knocking on Ramshackke's Door): WAKA-SAMA! PLEASE, COME BACK TO DIASOMNIA!

Jade: Azul, forgive me for saying so, but a lot of customers are requesting Marcus-san's Cheesecake but we are not able to make it properly without the recipe book.

Floyd: Yeah! Hand over Sea Kitty's Book!

Kalim (Pokes his head into Jamil's Room): Jamil! Wanna play Mancala? (Gets hit in the face with a pillow) Oph!

Rook: Lovely Vil, I understand that you are missing your other half but he shall return to use soon. Please, smile once again.

Epel: Yeah! Lighten up!

All of the afflicted guys: When will my loved one return from the war?

Also, Epel, that is how you guys stuck on chore duty.

Azul, tenacles flare out as he glares at Floyd: Get out.

Malleus, depressed dragon noises:

[fandom-go-round]

Now before I begin, riddle me this; what’s worse than one Yandere parent?…two Yandere parents!

The newest member of TFP Team Prime is a girl Jack’s age who suffers from trauma and amnesia involving her mothers death and lives with a close relative in Jasper. Ever since the cons found out about her, Megatron as well as Soundwave have been in the field more often, seemingly searching for something and are pissed at the Autobots, practically OP.

Something happens and she is taken and held on the Nemesis, where Megatron and Soundwave seem to revel in her being there, holding her and nuzzling her, and are confused by her fear and anger. They reveal that they are her fathers. Yes, fathers as in plural. Turns out a sparkling can have more than one father, even if they have a human mother. And in turn, they discover her amnesia. Things are not looking good.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Yandere Parenting, Reader with Amnesia, Memory Stirring

You have no idea what’s going on, not really. The fight had been fast and sudden, the Decepticons coming out of nowhere. Their sudden increase in picking fights should have been a tip off that it wouldn’t be safe. The Autobots had been taken by surprise, mostly because it was a normal patrol. No energon hunting, no trying to stop an attack, just a normal patrol and half break. The beach day was fun but quickly turned into a fight for survival.

Soundwave made a beeline towards you, not that you realized until it was too late. Smokescreen does his best to keep the communications officer at bay but it doesn’t work for long. He’s thrown into the ocean as a tenacle slides up your body and squeezes. You don’t have enough time to scream before you’re pulling into a space bridge. You hope that Smokescreen is alright, even as your head spins.

Megatron demands to see you the moment you’re aboard the Nemesis and you have no idea what he could want. You’ve never interacted directly with the warlord but you know enough to keep quiet. Nothing really prepares you for him lifting you into the air and nuzzling you against his face. Soundwave moves closer than before, fingers cradling you from the other side.

Most of the conversation around parenting goes over your head. You’re still in shock, reeling from the gentle handling and coos of praise. It reminds you of something, something that you feel you should remember but don’t. Megatron and Soundwave are happy to take any advantage you give them, whisking you away to your new room. You’ll never want for anything as long as they’re here to protect you.