#Tentacles

[monstersholygrail]

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who has to be filling you at all times.

He tends to always run cold and your sweet fat cunt is so nice and warm. You can’t blame him for always wanting to burrow in and be close to you. Even when you’re not together he finds a way to be with you at all times.

Going as far as to unlatch a tentacle for you to act as a nice plug for your pretty pussy. He still has full control of it so at random times of the day he’ll wiggle around, nuzzle in deeper, and latch a suction onto that bundle of nerves inside you till you’re gushing your sweet juices all over for him to absorb.

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who has to have every last bit of your cum and slick for himself.

On the days you do manage to go without being filled by him, your bf can’t stop thinking about how much you’re leaking throughout the day. Especially when he sends you all those dirty texts and pics by the hour, spamming your phone and making sure you’re so turned on it’s painful.

When you finally get home for the day you always head straight to the shower to cool off and that’s when your bf strikes. Stealing your panties straight out of the basket and burying his face in the soaked cloth. His cock jerks and he moans as the taste of your slick floods his mouth. He sucks at the fabric until they’re wet with only his spit. All your essence fully down his throat. But then he panics, realizing you’re in the shower alone and he quickly rushes into the bathroom to get some more of your yummy taste.

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who can’t have you pleasuring yourself without him. How dare you deprive him of your cum?

He’s heard you during your countless talks about respecting boundaries and needing your alone time. But surely you don’t mean when you’re horny and in need of release. No one could take care of you better than he can. He hears your moans through the wall (because his ear is pressed up against it) and he knows you don’t feel as good with your toys than you do with him.

So he sees absolutely no problem with sneaking into your toy box and replacing all your dildos with varies sizes of his tentacles. With the room dark the next time you go to play with yourself, you don’t even notice the switch until your bf starts rubbing his length along that spot inside you that turns your world upside down. You shriek in both pleasure and surprise. You don’t even have the time to get angry at him because he’s fucking you dumb in an instant all without even being in the same room.

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who doesn’t think there’s anything that can’t be solved with sex.

You’re upset with him after all the stunts he’s been pulling lately. You’ve barely even talked to him let alone touched him and it’s practically torture. He needs to touch you, to feel your pleasure radiating off of you and knowing he’s the cause.

Not being able to stand it any longer (it’s been an afternoon) your bf snuggles up behind you, wrapping his tentacles tightly around your body and drawing you into his chest. Knowing how weak you are for him.

Like expected you melt in his embrace the longer he murmurs his apologies, even as his tentacles make their way to your hot dripping core. He knows you’re still upset with him, even as he plunges a few of his tentacles deep inside your perfect cunt, starting a pace so ruthless your body jerks with every snap of his tentacles.

He asks you after each orgasm he forces from your fucked out body if you’ve forgiven him yet. If you say no or just can’t answer he’ll take it as a no and fuck you again. Bringing you to release over and over until you can’t remember why you were ever even mad to begin with.

[mister-carnival]

Fun in the Sun <3 (found this sitting in my files)

[frankiethedarkangel]

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

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

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

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

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[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

ALIEN XENOMORPH

by Viacheslav Nikulaichev

[monstyrgyrl]

Goooodddddssss I wish I had a pussy portal

Like being in the shower and a tentacle monster decides to use the portal and now Im on my knees in the shower, a thick tentacle cock pounding my cunt while some other tentacle limbs push their way into my ass leaving me drooling and moaning as the water falls over me, completely forgotten in favor of my unseen lover

[kabr0ztrousers]

if possible, may i req oviposition ( pref by tentacles ) n spectrophilia in the same episode ? maybe w a lil powerbottom ?

i have recently found an obsession with spectro , courtesy of ur blog actually , n have always loved tentacles w ovi .

if ya can't figure out how to put both in an ep , just spectro is fine - the spectro tag is lowkey lacking .

please n thanks ! love ur blog !

Kabr0z Writes Episode 167: Ivory Wraith

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: Ghost fucking; tentacles; oviposition; egg pregnancy; distension; asphyxiation; excessive fluids; dubcon/noncon; hypnosis/possession; mild exhibitionism

A/Ni: Have you ever played Degrees of Lewdity? It's a great little free browser game about the player character being in the worst situations in the world. Not everyone's taste, sure, but if you're this far in the series you'll probably enjoy it.

Take my advice and go to the lake as early as you can. The ivory necklace is very valuable, and nothing bad happens when you take it

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You woke in a sweat. The orphanage was silent. You must be up early. Very early, you couldn't even hear Bailey doing her rounds of the corridors, making sure everything is to her preference. You shivered. “Happy Halloween” your voice was barely a murmur, as if you were afraid of breaking the silent reverie. Red light shone behind your curtains. You felt like you should go and look.

Opening the curtains took your breath away. From here you could see down Domus Street in either direction, bathed in strange red moonlight. A dizzy feeling overcame you, the window slid up on its frame just enough to clamber out. Clamber out you did, the still night air raising goosebumps on your bare skin. Your gut told you to turn left, following the main street towards the forest.

Nobody else was out, or if they were you didn't see them. Walking around this town at night is always dangerous, but you didn't seem to mind, striding through a dreamlike haze, fully nude. The only way you knew you were awake was the sting of the cold asphalt on the soles of your bare feet, or perhaps that was part of the dream?

You passed the mansions of Danube Street, then the church on Wolf Street. A left turn then down a sheltered alley, half hidden by overgrowth. Into the forest.

If the streets were dangerous, this was downright silly. A disastrous rewilding initiative had led to a population of wild pigs and feral dogs throughout these woodlands. As a result, nobody ever ventures in besides the steady stream of schoolboys looking to prove themselves to their mates. Heads clouded with testosterone and bravado. Most make it to the lake, then turn back after the obligatory selfie to prove they'd done it. Every year though, you hear about one who didn't. Supposedly there was also a hermit who stalked these unmaintained trails, shotgun in hand, looking to poach any unsuspecting passers-by. They say he's a cannibal, you reckon he's just a recluse.

Still, it's no place to be after dark, especially nude as you are. The breeze is colder here, but the red glare from the sky still lit the forest in a sanguine glow. You should be trying to turn back, not pacing deeper. In the daylight, you'd never try this, not ever, but here and now, the unearthly light showing your way, you could do nothing but continue.

You were standing on the lakeside. Empty beer cans littered the ground next to burned-out campfires. Stone stacks testified to bored teens whiling away long hours here, piling the smooth pebbles into miniature cairns as they discussed… Whatever it is they discussed. Your destination was not here. You knew where you were bound, though you didn't know why. Why did your feet carry you here? Why did your legs push onwards?

The icy water banished these thoughts. You gasped in pain as you stepped in. On and on you pushed, shivering violently as the crystal clear water passed your navel, then your nipples, until you were swimming through the seating cold. A cave yawned on the lakebed, a crack in the rock, glowing with the same ruddy glow as the moon. It called to you. You dove.

Screaming cramps overtook your muscles. Your legs fought the natural buoyancy of your body. Deeper and deeper you forged. You couldn’t feel your toes anymore, your fingers greyish in the ruddy gloom. Still you pressed on, no longer in control of your body, unsure if you were at any point since you woke. The cave twisted up and around. You’d been swimming for so long, you didn’t know how much of the lungful of air you had left, but your limbs weren’t letting you turn back

At last you crested the water's surface. A grotto, filled with the same red glow that had accompanied you here. The chamber was wide, constructed of cut stone. A plinth stood in the centre, an ornate necklace lying on top. It drew you in, shaking legs carrying you on, still dripping the ice-cold water. Your teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. Your fingers were numb as they closed about the pendant, an ancient locket, carved from something you could not recognise in the red glow emanating from every wall, every brick in this place.

You put it on.

Ice spread through your veins.

You became aware of a figure standing before you, though you had not noticed it before and could not tell when it had appeared. Perhaps it never had?

The figure reached for you. Pale, indistinct, like smoke formed into a child's drawing.

It spoke, a voice like wind across the top of a well “You came. Came to meet your destiny. Now you are mine”

The edges of the figure blurred. Tendrils of smoke came into being around it. They drifted towards you, wrapping around your wrists and ankles, lifting you into the air as though weightless. More tendrils caressed your body, running over your exposed belly, wrapping around your midriff, squirming around and between your tits. A pair explored your nipples, rolling the cold, protruding nubs around, making you wince as small whimpers escaped you.

The figure had moved. You hadn’t seen it move, but instead of being by your ankles, it now stood over your head. It was more solid too, less like smoke, more like clay, partially formed as though idly squeezed from a ball of plasticene. A thick, misshapen rod protruded from its front. You had no doubt about what it was for.

“Yes-” you whispered “Yes”

You weren’t sure if you wanted it, or if it was making you want it. You couldn’t tell the difference. You’re not sure there was a difference. All you knew was you wanted him. Your mouth hung open, tongue out, reaching for it. Begging for it.

More tendrils set upon you. Every inch of your exposed skin was buzzing, increasingly solid tentacles stroking and constricting you, sending pins and needles through your frozen muscles, wringing gasps from you as you struggled reflexively against them. One rubbed your inner thigh, coiling around the top of your limb, menacing your opening, warm wetness spreading across your crotch, burning hot compared to your icy skin.

“Please, please give it to me, please” You were still reaching for his cock, watching as it gained more definition, bumps and curves resolving into dark veins crisscrossing sheer white skin. The pale tip hung too close to your face to focus on it, a slightly greyish blur swaying before your eyes.

“As you wish” He was almost solid now, the glowing walls only faintly visible through him.

The gasp from your cunt being suddenly filled was stifled by the cock ramming into your throat. His hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing his cock through you. Lithe hips gyrated into you, roughly fucking your face. A lewd cacophony of sucking, slapping sounds rang out from your throat, echoing off the stonework.

The tentacle in your pussy wasn't any less eager, nor was it any gentler. Tendrils stretched your ankles apart, opening your legs as far as your hips could manage without popping free of their joints. It coiled inside you, pressing against every wall, stretching your passage as it slid around the entrance to your cervix.

Your moans were lost in the noise as your back arched and your toes curled. Somewhere between your spasming legs and your twisting body he got the message, slowing slightly. Feeling you clench on his appendages. Luxuriating in the sensations of your release, before speeding back up, taking what he wanted, giving you everything you needed.

He buried himself in your throat. Cock pulsing, balls tightening before your eyes. You could feel slime throbbing down your throat, filling your belly. That wasn't what made your eyes cross. The tentacle in your cunt was swelling up. Every passing second it got thicker, oozing into you. A round object sliding out of it, into you. Over and over, baseball-sized eggs pushing into you. You would've screamed when the first one burst past your cervix, had your mouth not been so thoroughly occupied.

You counted a dozen eggs, then you lost count. Each one forced into you, fist-sized masses bullying your already bruised and aching hole, occupying your womb, making you their home. Your vision darkened, your last few choking coughs sent slime dribbling over your face before you lost consciousness, cock still wedged deep inside you.

You awoke with the dawn. You were in your bed. You heard Bailey downstairs, terrorising another unfortunate orphan, no doubt. Was it a dream?

You got up, heavier on your feet than you expected. Weary hands rubbed at bleary eyes as your reflection came into focus on the full-length mirror.

It was no dream. Your hands dropped to cradle your belly, distended, gravid with young. The ghost had given you gifts.

A smile lit up your face as you admired yourself.

You couldn't be happier

[fohatic]

another submission for @cap-ironman day 1 of rec week; we already know that tony + tentacles is canonically a thing, so why shouldn't we get a logical [i.e. sexy] escalation to such a predicament? canonize THAT 🦑❤️

pls don’t tag as n/s/f/w if you reblog thanks

tony never turns down a good tentacle and steve loves watching. uncensored on ao3: good tentacles [FANART]

[late-night-chai-latte]

Looking for new and useful plants isn't an easy job!

Bluesky

[ex0skeletal-undead]

At Night, illustrations by Maéna Paillet

[madebydun]

Day 1 of Neve's week: desperation

@datvcompanionweeks

[cinnabread]

Narrated with the wonderful OP's @symbiomancy permission, thank you for letting me read your writing!!

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teaser —tentacles ft slime

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a/n: filth. posting a snippet to i have to finish the rest.

The tentacle slides across your cunt, dragging the ridges on its stomach against your clit and something between a moan and a gasp escapes your throat involuntarily. 

You’re suddenly hauled up and backwards until your back collides with your couch. Your legs are pulled apart to expose your weeping pussy to the head tentacle. It lowers itself to your cunt’s level as if studying it. It gives an experimental nudge against your slit and then presses forward harder. The very tip slides in with little effort and then it’s pushing ahead, wiggling like it’s trying to force itself inside.

Your chest is heaving, short, shallow breaths escaping you as you desperately try to push against the tentacle but the others keep you rooted to the spot. It’s torture and agony and bliss all at once as the thick tentacle prods at you. Just a little push and it can fuck you within an inch of your life, until you beg and beg and beg it for more, to fill you up and keep you stuck on it for as long as it wants, do whatever it wants.

The head breeches your cunt and it slides all the way in with one thrust. You gasp at the sensation, chest heaving and try to breathe through the obscene stretch, the obscene sight of its shape in your stomach but it has other ideas. It starts moving, slow and deliberate as it pulls back and then dives in again, setting a ruthless pace. You’re so wet, so slippery and it almost slips out of your cunt. You dribble around it, the sound so obscene and lewd in your ears. It’s the only sound in the room other than your moans, your babbled begging for it to just take you already.

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[jayaury]

Cuddle Fish

Why hesitate?

She only wants a cuddle.

To wrap you up in her loving tentacles and squeeze and love you.

She's not dangerous. Not like the other mean monsters in the dungeon. She just wants to make you all hers. Just wants to snuggle and squeeze you.

Squeeze your body.

Your mind.

Squeeze and hold you tight as the pretty lights in her eyes make you forget all about the surface.

All about being free.

All about anything by how much you love her embrace as she nestles you in her breasts.

She's not dangerous.

She's just cuddly.

So relax.

Relax in her loving embrace...

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

PARASITE SYMBIOTE

by Teemu Hartikainen Concept art Santiago Betancur

[chacha-shitposts]

Me parece muy bello, @pintadogarabito

Que le voy a hacer si soy así de rarita. De hecho, le falta una expresión más de placer, que sale muy beatifica ella. Pero es un buen trabajo y siempre he tenido sensibilidad especial para el arte japonés de tentáculos. De hecho, es la razón para mi sección de rarezas japonesas (a nuestros ojos) en el blog principal.

New woodblock print release: “The Dreams of the Shibari Wife” 🐙

This piece is an homage to Hokusai’s legendary “The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife.”

Combining the bold sensuality of Edo-period shunga with a modern twist on the art of shibari, it captures both intimacy and fantasy in a vivid, hand-printed style.

Now available in limited quantity on my online store.

https://imaitetsuro.store/

[dunmeshistash]

I've been thinking about it for a bit (and it's probably obvious) but did you notice the giant frog and the tentacles are basically clown fish and anemones? I only realized once someone pointed out to me that the giant frogs have clown fish colors.

And then I realized the tentacles are also classified as "anthozoa" in the AB which is the the class anemones are a part of

The comment about nematocysts is also how it works for anemones, Kui draws a pretty cool graph of how it works too (a little different real ones but conveys the idea well)

I just always thought that was a pretty cool detail that I missed for a while! It's very cool how inspired by real animals Ryoko Kui's monsters are, I'm always amazed by how much sense they make.

[steampunktendencies]

The door of the Institut Océanographique in Paris, France, features a striking octopus sculpture.