Please tell us more abt tentacle monster kylar im BEGGING
!!! thank you for indulging my idea <3 see my earlier ramble on tentacle monster kylar here ! they’re most like an octopus/human hybrid, tho not exactly like it, and some headcanons are based on that!
cw: dubcon, monsterfucking, aphrodisiacs, tentacles, oviposition
There’s some differences in what they’re like, depending on their gender. As a girl, she’s larger and stronger than her male counterpart. She’s more dominant during sex, almost becoming rough, since she doesn’t realise just how fragile you are. Sucker marks will be littered all over your skin by the time she’s done with you. Outside of that, she’s also touchier. She doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and try to let you stay a little longer than you want to. However, if you turn the tables on her, she gets so embarrassed she can’t function for a little while. Females of their species are known to try and cannibalise their partners if they’re hungry, but Kylar would never, ever even think of doing such a thing to you!
On the other hand, if male, Kylar is a lot more hesitant. It’s an instinctual thing, the fear that you might become aggressive keeping him from doing everything he wants to. He is constantly looking for your approval, and more likely to show off. Even if he is large compared to you, he still sees you as his mate, and he’ll remain nervous. His tentacles will carefully wrap around your waist and tug you closer, delighted when you don’t hurt him. (Even if you struggle, your teeth and nails aren’t sharp enough to cause pain, let alone cut him.) Around him, it’s common to see some ink leave his mouth and dissolve into the water. A nervous habit. It’ll take longer for him to fuck you, unless you help him, but once he does, he’ll keep at it longer.
Either way, they really, really like you! You’re warm and cute and nice and you keep visiting them! To hold you as long as possible, they’ll move up to the surface and float there. They’ll either let you lay on their chest or prevent you from sinking with one of their tentacles. Their eyes are very sensitive to light, so they have to keep them closed and can’t see your face, but they consider this a worthy sacrifice. Kylar’s skittish, though. They’ve got scars on the ends of their tentacles from when a group of humans caught when they were younger. It’s the reason that, despite their loneliness, they stopped going to the surface. You make them feel safe enough to do so again. Even then- As soon as they hear multiple voices near the water’s edge, they’ll dive back under, taking you with them.
They’re not familiar with human ways of affection, but if you introduce them, they’re never going to forget. Hold their hand? They’ll intertwine their fingers with yours, or curl the tips of their tentacles around them. Kisses? Oh, they love them. Your lips are so soft! They’re always sloppy though, dragging the tip of their tongue over your skin at the end of every kiss. You taste good, they can’t help it. Kylar changes colours when they’re embarrassed, tentacles turning from a deep purple to a pale pink, and your presence never fails to lighten their hue.
The slime on their tentacles have effects days after they touched you. At random intervals, the skin will tingle and turn warm. Once they’ve been inside you however, it gets many times worse. Heat settles underneath your skin and refuses to fade, your thoughts circling back to them and only them, leaving you unable to function. Not your own fingers, nor anything of someone else, is enough to sate the need. You go crawling back to the water every time. And Kylar is more than happy to oblige, stuffing you full as many times as you want them to, to make you forget about everyone except them. They’ve been so pent up for so long that they’ll push you to your limits if you let them. Each time you give in, it gets worse, until you have to stop by daily. Your body starts to change, letting you stay underwater for far longer than should be possible. Their language, clicks and gurgles, whines and mewling, starts to make sense to you.
It’s only a matter of time before they will pump you full of their eggs. They’re squishy, but meant for creatures larger than you, so all of them are a tight fit. More and more keep being forced into you, until they have no choice but to go deeper and deeper despite their size. Kylar nuzzles their face into the crook of your neck. They click neverending words of praise, and drag their tongue up and down your flesh. You’re taking all of them so well, they’re so proud of you. You come so many times, you can’t think at all anymore. By the end of it, you have a bump in your stomach, and any assumption that you can still go free is wrong. You’re carrying their eggs, and there’s no way they’re letting someone get their hands on you. (They’re already restless every time you leave, pacing and crying tears of ink until you return. A part of them always fears you won’t.) They keep you caged in between their tentacles and against their chest, only tightening their hold when you try to get away. Don’t worry, just let them take care of you.













