#tlm humans

[these-lovely-monsters]

Tentacles Under The Bed - Part 1

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: gn!tentacle monster x f!reader

Content: tentacles, bondage, choking

Trying out some tentacle smut for the first time 🙈

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One night, you're getting ready to go to sleep when you accidentally knock your chapstick off your nightstand. It clatters to the floor and rolls under your bed. Grabbing your phone, you turn on the flashlight and shine it underneath the frame. But when you look, there's nothing under your bed but dust bunnies. You definitely saw the chapstick roll under there but now it's just...gone. Now that you think about it, little things have been disappearing from your room lately. A few hair ties, the little rocks you found by the beach which you left on your dresser, the pen you were using to write in your journal. But you have no idea where those things could have gone. Maybe you're just imagining things?

Deciding to deal with your disappearing stuff in the morning, you turn off the lights and climb into bed. As you're settling into your nest of pillows and blankets, you think you hear a faint rustling sound in your room. Freezing, you strain your ears, listening for the sound but you're met with silence, punctuated only by your racing heart. It was probably just the sound of the sheets moving as you got comfortable, right?

You settle back into bed, willing your heart rate to slow down, and try to fall asleep. After several minutes of tossing and turning, you decide that a good orgasm will probably distract you enough and help you relax. Flipping onto your back, you slip one hand into your underwear and start gently rubbing your clit. With the other, you reach under your shirt and knead one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the nipple.

As you start to get more and more wet, your breathing gets heavier and you let out a little moan. You're getting lost in the pleasure that's building inside you until you feel something cool and silky wrap around your ankle. Yelping, you scramble up into a kneeling position and quickly flick on the bedside lamp. Heart in your throat, you're ready to face whatever it was that touched you but nothing is there. Ever so slowly, you bend over the edge of your bed to peer underneath but there's nothing there either. Jeeze, you're definitely just going crazy at this point. Looking over at your lamp, debating whether or not you should just leave it on and try to sleep that way, you see your chapstick sitting right there on the nightstand. What the fuck?

You're contemplating the integrity of your sanity when you hear the rustling sound again. Whipping your head around, you see something reaching out from under your bed. Screaming, you scramble backwards, plastering yourself to the headboard. Gasping for breath, you stare at the freaking TENTACLE that's hovering at the foot of your bed. After a moment, it slowly uncurls its tip and drops something onto your sheets. It gently nudges the thing towards you and then retreats back a few feet.

For a moment, you stay frozen, afraid of what the tentacle will do next. But then, curiosity gets the better of you. Slowly, you reach out your hand towards the object and then snatch your arm back once you have it. Inspecting it, you realize it's a small, shiny pearl that you've never seen before. Where did this come from? And why is the tentacle giving it to you? Looking up, you see another tentacle reaching up from the other side of the bed and you gasp, shuffling back again. This one slowly reaches towards you but stops a few feet from you and drops another object on your bed. This time, when you inspect the object, you find it's a beautiful crystalline necklace pendant. Is it giving you gifts?

Too absorbed in the objects, you don't notice that the first tentacle has reached out to you again until it gently wraps around your wrist. Yelping, you try to pull away but it tightens its grip on your wrist. Then the other tentacle reaches up to your face and gently presses the tip to your lips as if to shush you. Too startled to react again, you stay frozen as the tentacle moves from your mouth to pat you on the head. Then it starts gently caressing your cheek while the first tentacle slowly winds around your wrist. As you try to control your breathing, you take a moment to inspect the tentacle wrapped around your arm. It’s inky black and the surface is cool and silky to the touch. The tip is about the width of your finger but it widens to about the diameter of your thigh towards the base. You also notice that it’s lined with suckers that get bigger as you scan further down the appendage until it disappears under the bed.

The tentacles actually feel kind of nice against your flushed skin and it’s being surprisingly gentle as it explores you. One of the tentacles lifts a strand of your hair, twirling it around the tip. The other slithers across the front of your shirt, bunching the fabric up as if testing the texture. Suddenly another tentacle appears by your leg and pokes at your toes. That tickles and causes you to giggle. It pauses, listening to you laugh and then does it again. You’re about to tell it to cut it out when the one playing with your shirt snakes under the hem and up your stomach. Freezing, you hold still as it winds around your breast and then flicks your nipple with the tip as it squeezes. Gasping, you let out a little moan because that actually feels really good.

This is probably so many levels of wrong but you don’t get time to contemplate your sanity any further because another tentacle snakes up your leg and into your underwear. Before you can jerk away, the tip slides through your wetness and tickles your clit. It gives you a few flicks and then attaches one of the suction cups on the end to your bud. Gently pulling until the suction cup pops off, it repeats the action several more times, pausing to flick your clit now and again. Groaning, you realize you’re still wound up from your earlier unfinished masturbation and need some release. Deciding to say fuck it and let this monster do what it wants with you, you sink back into the pillows while it continues to explore you.

As you get lost in the pleasure of one tentacle on your clit and two more on your breasts, you feel more wrap around your ankles. They gently pull you down, spreading your legs wide as even more wrap around your wrists, doing the same so that you’re now bound, spread eagle in the middle of your bed. You should be afraid, and you are a little, but yet another tentacle reaches up into your underwear, plunging into your pussy and there’s not a single coherent thought in your head. A moment later the bedside lamp flicks off and your room is plunged into darkness. Now you can’t see anything and you can’t do anything except lie there listening to the wet sounds of tentacles fucking you as you feel them slithering across your skin.

You writhe and moan as tentacles squeeze and tickle your nipples and clit, while others suction to your stomach and thighs, making loud popping sounds as they pull off and reattach themselves. The one in your pussy plunges in and out, curling inside you, trying to fit as much of itself in you as it can. The more it pushes inside, the more your walls stretch around its girth and the sensation of fullness becomes overwhelming. Eventually, the tip inside you finds your g spot and you cry out as it flicks the spot over and over again. 

Yet another tentacle wraps around your throat and gently squeezes, not enough to completely suffocate you but just enough to make it a little difficult to breathe. Completely at the monster’s mercy, with your entire body pinned down while it fucks you, your pleasure erupts and you come harder than you ever have before. You arch your back as your walls clench around it while the orgasm washes over you. When you finally come down, you sag into your bed, completely spent and satisfied. You feel one of the tentacles reach up and caress your cheek again as you quickly drift off into a heavy sleep.

The next morning, you wake up with a start, memories of the night before turning your cheeks pink with embarrassment and arousal. It must have been a dream because there’s no way that happened. But when you lift your shirt, you see little round sucker marks covering your skin. Smiling to yourself, you get up and start getting ready for the day, hoping your new guest visits you again tonight.

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Well this was supposed to just be a few paragraphs of smut but then I kinda got into introducing the tentacle monster lol 🤷‍♀️

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[silly-mars]

Hey guys!! Fun fact about me!! I hate Denny the spaceman from the LEGO movie, yeah that's right i hate him!!

Uhhh more drawings of him, i hate denny sooooo MUCHHHHH ughhhh

[swan2swan]

Ariel: the Strongest Disney Princess

[happi-dreams]

fun lil photo drawing edit whatever it is! :D

[keep-going-to-the-sunrise]

Soon I'll have that little mermaid and the ocean will be mine 🐚✨

[acalr4bbit]

Human Riley.

[bigfrozensix]

“Ariel has no interests of her own“ has got to be one of the dumbest arguments against Ariel I’ve heard (and that’s saying a lot).

And just further proves these people hating on Ariel never actually watched the movie or watched it like once years/decades ago and still base all their opinions on vague memories and misinformation spread by people who don’t even understand the movie, because the literal first time we ever see Ariel on screen she’s partaking in HER interest of treasure hunting for human stuff!?

I’m trying so hard to find the logic behind not counting this as “an interest of her own”. Is it because the stuff she collects is normal to us humans!? I don’t even know, I feel my braincells dying every time I try to understand the logic behind these arguments. But it’s a dumb argument either way, because it’s not "normal stuff” for Ariel and it’s nothing different from a human collecting mermaid items, and any reasonable person would count that as someone’s interest.

Like it’s one thing not to like Ariel for personal preferences, but I swear, 99% of the time the arguments people use for not liking Ariel are literally disproven in the movie!?

[chaoticspeedrun]

I would like to see Donatello transform into a merturtle to human.

I did make this drawing for the fic a gooood while ago, this is my version of Donnie as a human! I might redraw it eventually

[woolblossom-archive]

[trashasaurusrex]

Lin as Ariel is so endearing + sweet to me, but it's also super funny.

[these-lovely-monsters]

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!kraken x gn!reader

Content: tentacle sex

Your new kraken boyfriend has tentacles that change color based on how he feels. The more he feels, the brighter and more widespread the color becomes.

He doesn't really understand how humans work so when he sees your cheeks and chest become flushed during sex, he thinks you change color like he does. But when he notices that you're only slightly red, he thinks you're only a little bit aroused.

So he decides to double down on his efforts to please you, adding more tentacles while he fucks you, filling all your holes as much as he can, and fucking you as often as you'll let him. You don't understand why he's suddenly so fervent in his love-making but you can't complain one bit because it's amazing.

He keeps going at it until you've had too much and you ask him to stop. Defeated, he slinks away, his tentacles a deep blue color tinged with pink. When you chase after him to ask what's wrong, he tells you he's sad and embarrassed that he can't seem to please you enough to make you more red. Laughing, you explain that humans don't work like that and that this is the best sex you've ever had.

Delighted, he turns bright yellow and proceeds to fuck you again, even more enthusiastically than before. You're too sore and exhausted but you let him because he's just so cute and eager about it.

Tip Jar :)

[knightsofrayx]

me: *watches new tlm and immediately gets struck with the need to draw Lilith as a mermaid*

[maxphilippa]

might draw my ii gijinkas in my lego art style

[skimbly-shanks]

People remember Ariel saying "Daddy I Love Him" about someone she's only seen once from afar and then forget that for her, he is the Human World Made Manifest. That she has yearned for the Human World for who knows how long, and feels alien in her own home. People also forget that in response to aforementioned corny line, her dad fucking violently blows up her secret hideaway and all of the things she's collected, and that the whole reason it was secret ti begin with is because she already knew something like this would happen, bc her father's love for her has been pretty damn dependent on her playing the role of perfect obedient daughter with no dreams of her own beyond being a singing ornament.

Then ppl say that "duh of course she's impulsive she's 16" when like. Fjektjekfjs. What a ay to disrespect teens first of all and second of all. If we can agree that the Renaissance movies Ashman worked on are particularly latent with Queer Metaphor. Then in that context this is a bigoted parent finding out their closeted child's true self without the child's consent and effectively demanding, with force, that they stay in the closet or else. All because they got a crush on the wrong person.

There's also just the part where, uh. It's a story. It's fiction. As I mentioned in the first paragraph, she loves Eric because he represents the Human World, and he loves her because she represents the Sea. He's a prince who'd rather be a sailor, and she's a princess who'd rather live a non-descript life on the land. They complement each other; the other is what they most desire. It's a way to quickly and solidly establish their characters and their final relationship to each other. Being that they are fictional characters, Ariel's age is important by what it symbolizes in terms of her relationship with her father. She's 16; not a child, but still under his control as she isn't yet an adult. It's not meant to be an overpowering element of the romance, because it's an element of the familial moral, that being that she deserves to pursue what she loves beyond what her father would prescribe to her.

Also can I just say I see ppl say that she got off easy/without consequences abt making a deal with Ursula when uuuhhhh....Ursula was always going to cheat her, we saw that. Ursula is Not someone to trust. The impact of the Deal on the familial plot is that Ariel only turned to Ursula after it was clear that home was no longer a safe option for her. It was because her father refused to even hear her out, and then, need I remind you, violently destroyed her hideaway of things she loved, that she made the deal to begin with. And we see in the finale that he literally had the ability to turn her human the whole damn time. He's the reason she felt the need to make a fixed deal in the first place; by allowing himself to be transformed, he is finally taking accountability for his role in this outcome

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Do you ever look at a certain character and you wished the franchise did more with them but they just practically leave them quite undeveloped despite the potential they have?

[acalr4bbit]

Agatha(one of my oc's) as a human