>///< the tentacle monster and the human are sOOOOo cute! you have the best brain ever *gives your brain a cookie* may your pillow always be cold!!! you should definitely write a part 3! I love how oblivious the human is 😆
I noticed you mentioned the monster had a body and a mouth! What if his crush brought him some sweets they baked, and while they both eat it at his place, his crush starts fixating on his mouth, trying to see if it's the same as their own. The monster allows them to get closer to see, and after being satisfied, poking around here and there, the human says they're free to explore their own mouth in return as well. While the monster feels their nice warm mouth and tongue with some of his tentacles, his crush gently nips at the end of one tentacle with their teeth to tease him for his nervousness, and absent mindedly plays with another tentacle with their tongue, circling around it and stuff. The human might find their own spit gross, but the monster is secretly fascinated with the feeling of it! 💗 They also love the vibrations that get shot through his tentacles whenever his crush tries to talk with their mouth full of his appendages!! It's kind of addicting.
Thanks again for writing such amazing stuff!!! Also am I weird for being fixated on tentacle stuff now o-o you just write it so well!!
Oooo, thank you for the brain cookie. My brain appreciates it!
It's so much fun writing an oblivious person. But it's even funnier thinking that they understand what's happening the entire time and just go along with it.
I will let you, as the reader, choose if they are aware of the implications of the touches and such. Because either way it's so fun to write.
And yes! I will absolutely write this!!! I am loving our Tentacle Co-Worker. Who I cannot think of a good name for yet. So, they're just going to stay as our Co-Worker!
Warning: suggestive content but no actual nsfw, yearning monster, salvia mentioned and described
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You brought him sweets... Oh dear Gods, you were trying to kill him with his own heart. Surely.
You had announced you were coming over that afternoon with a present for your Tentacle Co-Worker and he nearly had a melt-down trying to keep himself calm. First you let him hug you, which now became a common occurrence. And now you were bringing him something home baked?
You didn't understand the significance of this. Why would you? He never explained certain Monster customs because they clashed with the adorable Human ones. He didn't want you to feel embarrassed.
But between his kind, an interested courting person might bring food or a gift to showcase their attraction. It was basically Monster Courting 101.
There was some guilt in his stomach about keeping this from you. A little selfish part of him twisted eagerly to accept your gift. As if this was a step into a romantic relationship.
He would tell you... he definitely would tell you... but maybe after tasting your treats.
You presented the baked goods like they were made of gold. And he cherished them as if they were. They smelled divine. And it took every ounce of his willpower not to gather the entire batch in his tentacles and munch down on them in one gulp.
You prepared a warm beverage for yourself and the two of you sat on the couch to share the treats.
He was one his third helping when he noticed you staring. He paused. The tentacle that carefully cradled the baked item lowered it slowly from the opening between the curtain of limbs over his face.
"What?" He asked, a soft chirp tinkling his tone.
"How do you eat?" You asked. And he was thrilled by your confidence with the question. Over the past few weeks you've become more brazen with your curiosity. It made him happy knowing you've become so comfortable with him to openly ask whatever was on your mind.
"I have a mouth." He replied with a chuckle. "It's... I could just show you if you're comfortable-"
"Yes! I wanna see!" You practically bounced on the cushions beside him with your excitement. And the baked food in his limb almost crumbled when the tentacle clenched from how cute you were being.
Your Co-Worker placed it down before he snapped it. And then faced you fully.
You turned your body in return and wait patiently as the limbs covering him began to shift. Like heavy braids of living hair, the tentacles parted like a fringe to reveal a head deep within the shadows of the tangles. Your eyes widened and he felt your surprise. He didn't exactly know what he looked like. Since he had no eyes to see his reflection. He did know his face was humanoid. A fact he found out after you had let him touch and map your face one time.
However, his features were more skeletal. And he didn't have a nose. Just a flat grey face that split and twisted into a mess of tentacles along his upper skull.
His mouth however, was very monstrous. He had thin black lips that split his face nearly in half. Hiding rows of thin, needle like fangs that filled his mouth like a shredder. When he opened his mouth, the fangs shifted like snake fangs. The hooked tips pointing towards you in a nightmarish pit of teeth and red gums.
Further back, nestled in a slit clean of sharp instruments, was a very long, thin tongue.
You inched closer and your Co-Worker kept unnaturally still when he felt your fingers brush along the angles of his face. Your skin blazed against his. And you found his skin to be smooth like marble and just as cool.
"I don't know what I imagined." You said as your fingers continued to explore his face. His tentacles twitched and curled when your hands trailed down along his neck and felt the boney edges of his shoulders. All hidden behind the curtain of limbs that writhed and petted your hands. "But you're more nightmarish than I thought."
Your Co-Worker wasn't offended. He felt your excitement and intrigue through the flutter of your pulse. He in-fact took it as a compliment.
You moved closer still. And your Co-Worker involuntarily circled your waist with his limbs. The thickest of them took residence against your hips, keeping you close while you practically crawled into his lap.
He kept very still. Thinking of anything other than how warm your body was against his chest. Now that you have found him beneath his tentacles, you seemed absolutely intent on mapping out all of him.
"Is it hard to eat with fangs like that?" You asked and your Co-Worker shook his head.
"I don't actually chew things. I can swallow decently large portions without choking." He showcased this by plucking a baked good off the plate and carefully placed it on his tongue. Which curled around it like a tiny tentacle and drew it deeper into his maw. He closed his lips before you got to see it swallowed.
"Cool." Your fingers found the tip of one of the larger fangs. He felt the pressure and pulled back. His hands emerged from the tangle of limbs and caught your wrist before you managed to cut yourself on the sharp ends.
Before he could warn you of the danger, your attention shifted to the elongated fingers that were now circling your forearms.
"How have we been friends for this long and this is the first time I'm seeing these?" You practically yelled. Your fingers pressed and rotated his hands in yours. Fascinated by the claws and the very large expanse of his palms.
"I don't need to use them when I am made out of hundreds of limbs." Your Co-Worker laughed. Very happy to sit there and be doted on by your curiosity.
But then you said something that shattered his dreamy illusion. "Well, it's only fair that you get to poke around my mouth now my hands have been in yours."
You said it so light-heartedly, so confidently, that he was adamant you didn't know what you were asking.
Sure, he played along with the strange request of yours purely because he craved your touch more than anything. But you openly offering? Now he wasn't so sure if this was appropriate.
"Oh... I don't really think-"
"Come on~ Surely you're curious what a Human mouth feels like too! I don't mind, really!"
It took some convincing and multiple reassurances from you to convince him to lift a tentacle and let you guide him towards your lips.
He knew what this could symbolize. He's heard the mutterings from Human co-workers. The snide remarks from passerbyers about hentai and whatnot... thankfully he didn't have eyes to watch the tip of his tentacle press against your mouth.
But he could feel everything. The smooth, soft skin of your lips. The way your tongue pressed against the underside of his tentacle as he gingerly slid along the hot muscle.
What he believed to be addicting warmth from your skin was nothing compared to the soft, snug confines of your mouth.
You relaxed your jaw so he had ample room to slide the tip against the insides of your cheeks. He felt the scraping of your teeth against his flesh and he had to clamp down on a rippling chuff from deep within his chest. It felt... very good.
Then there was your salvia. Warm and wet. Coating the tip of his limb until your lips passed over his skin smoothly. Free of any friction.
He had to remind himself to breathe.
"You ok?" You asked. Voice muffled from the thick tip occupying half your mouth. "You stopped."
You needed to stop talking because the vibrations from your words were shamefully pleasant against his limb.
He knew he was shaking. And it shamed him when he slid a second smaller tentacle between your lips. Which you welcomed with a soft surprised grunt.
Your Co-Worker nearly crumpled when your tongue swirled over the thin tip. It moved as dexterously as his own tentacles. Petting and swiping along the smooth undersides of his appendages with just as much curiosity as him.
Your fingers intertwined with his. Grounding him in a way he knew you didn't realize. He squeezed your hands and you squeezed right back. A soft reassurance that you were ok.
He couldn't take the shame of it, the addicting warmth that coaxed him deeper, the ideas running through his head - he pulled out. Sighing shakily when the cool air tickled along the wettened tip of his tentacles.
"Is everything ok?" You asked and it mortified him when he felt excitement towards your disappointment.
"Everything's ok. I am just... surprised by how smooth your teeth are." It was a humiliatingly bad attempt at a joke but it at least made you laugh.
"Here let me wipe that off you." It took but a second for him to realize you were going to clean his tentacles and the tips jerked back. Disappearing into the nest of limbs before your hand managed to grab it and wipe away the mess.
"No! Um, it's ok. I don't mind." He said sheepishly. Ignoring how his tentacles attempted to spread the wetness over each other. Coiling and knotting until there was nothing left of your salvia on his skin.
"Sorry if that's disgusting. Humans produce a lot of salvia. I should have warned you."
He would have taken a warning, but not because it was disgusting. But because the feeling of your mouth was indescribably enjoyable. Salvia and all.
"It's ok. It's not disgusting. I..." He promised to be truthful with you. He couldn't lie to you. "I actually don't mind it. Your mouth is... nice."
Oh Gods, smite him now! What a terrible thing to say. Nice? Nice?!
But he couldn't tell you he wanted to keep feeling your tongue on him. That he immensely enjoyed how warm and soft and addicting your tongue felt against his tips.
It was shameful!
"I don't mind the feeling either. Your tentacles, that is. It's probably going to sound weird but the feeling of them on my tongue is kinda of satisfying."
Your Co-Worker was pretty sure his brain malfunctioned.
You...liked it too?
"Maybe later after we eat we can do it again?"
Oh, be still his beating heart. You were welcoming this indecent act? Surely you didn't know what you were doing... surely you were just too innocent or naive....
"Uh... m-maybe that's enough for today. I.. uh.. wouldn't mind just hugging you for now. If that's ok."
Thankfully you didn't push the matter. But dammit, he almost wished you did.
