#tentacle fucker

[monstersholygrail]

Your Tentacle Monster Bf knew that it was going to be hard for him when he started dating you, his first ever human. He’s lived through the centuries, dating all types of monsters that brought an array of chaos into his life yet he’s handled them with relative ease. It had indeed brought forth a many of enemies into his life but nothing he couldn’t handle.

Still, nothing could compare to that of dating a human. With all their tendencies they brought more disorder and danger than he could keep up with. Especially the tendency they have… to wander.

Tentacle Monster bf swears that he was always losing you. Not only when in public but even when the two of you are in your own home. Every time he looks away from you for longer than a second when he glances back you are already long gone and far from his view. Sure, you’d always appear not long after before it’d happen again and again.

It was getting to be ridiculous. His only option was to pin something in you that would allow him to keep tabs on you at all times. An air tag as humans called it. But instead of a flimsy man-made machine he’d use something reliable. Like his detachable cock tentacle. He could always sense where it was. So if it was inside you he’d always know where you are.

From then on his tentacle cock was nestled deep inside of you at all times. Filling you up and wriggling against your walls. You felt him every time you moved. While the tentacle cock never seemed to stop moving. Milking climax after climax out of your spent fluttering cunt. Not always intentionally either. But when it was he’d cum with you every time, spilling his hot seed deep into your core till you were overflowing with it and gushing down your thick thighs.

Always aware of where you were and aware of how close you were to coming again for him. His cum constantly sloshing within you, marking you as his from the inside out. There were only benefits to this plan.

Of course, after doing that he was quick to realize that your disappearances were not you wandering off but more so that you were being kidnapped by his many enemies. It was a highly orchestrated plot done in order to get his attention. Every time they ultimately failed they’d let you go just to do it all over again.

“It’s about time you found me!” You shout in exasperation the next time you disappear and the first time he was ever able to find you. Thanks to his tentacle.

His enemies appeared equally exasperated and he could only look back at them sheepishly. His tentacles shyly wrapped around himself as if to obscure him from their judgmental gaze.

Instead of killing him off once and for all or threatening your life if they do not get what they desire, his enemies begin to scold HIM. They shout at him, asking how one could lose their mate so many times, how he could be so careless and irresponsible, and how he must clearly be taking you for granted.

Doesn’t he know how precious you are? That you need protecting. You are a rare gem in this galaxy, a shining sun not alike any other.

Your bf couldn’t believe his many eyes. It seems as though in his enemies many times encountering you through their planned kidnappings they had gotten to know you. Apparently you were all quite close now. Friends you say, even as your bf catches the way his enemies look at you with hearts in their eyes and pheromones wafting from their monstrous pores.

If that wasn’t enough now, you’re demanding that he invite them over. So they can hang out in a more positive atmosphere.

All past sins and grievances between he and his enemies could not compare to this and were immediately forgotten as he watches them fawn over and dote on you. As they now have a new reason to want to see the other destroyed. They no longer fight for revenge or power.

Instead they now fight to see who will get you, their sweet precious human…

[monster-disaster]

At a human fetish bar for aliens, the waitresses are taking bets on something. The winner has to drink a mystery liquid and must go about her shift as normal. Dear old y/n is the winner and her breasts and nipples start to feel pretty sore. Then her breasts start getting bigger. Customers start to notice, and glue their eyes when her tits start pressing against her top and leaking profusely. y/n is trying to do her job but is getting really turned on from all the eyes on her. Luckily a tentacles alien that helps her out by publicly milking and fucking her.

The tentacle alien watches you struggle all night.

He watches you trying to take orders and balancing trays while your swollen, leaking tits bounce and ache under that too-tight top you wear for work. Dark wet patches bloom across the fabric with every step you take between the tables and under the burning stares of the others. You are a mess. A breathless, panting mess with sore nipples and dripping pussy.

So, of course he offers his help.

Well... offers is perhaps a generous word for it...

You are up on the bar counter, skirt bunched up around your hips, knees spread wide to give way to the ridged tentacle that slams deep into your soaked pussy over and over until your vision blurs. It stretches you open until your eyes roll and your thoughts scatter. Every thrust sends jolts of raw pleasure up your spine as your pussy clenches greedily around the slime-slick limb that makes your juices pool on the wooden surface beneath you.

Another appendage has your wrists pinned tight behind your back, offering your milk-drenched tits to the crowd like a prize. Your shirt is forgotten on the floor somewhere, and your bra is yanked down under your breasts. They are massive now, forcing your back into an arch that has you mewling while two more tentacles latch onto your puffy nipples. They are raw, throbbing, so sensitive you could come just from the milking alone.

And the whole bar is watching you struggle between pain and pleasure, but you don't really care about them because all you feel is the fat tentacle ruining your cunt and the vicious milking of your tits. You’re nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and you’re about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.

[teratophiliologist]

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[frankiethedarkangel]

Monstober '25

Oct. 29th Shower Drain Tentacle Monster

All you wanted to do was shower after a long day. To feel the hot water sooth your muscles before bed. You got to feel the water alright, but with an added bonus. A tentacle came up from your shower drain.

To anyone else, this would be terrifying, and they'd run away screaming. You on the other hand didn't fight it. You let the long green tentacle move around your naked body. Feeling the suckers stick slightly as it moves to wrap around your waist.

The sudden squeeze around your waist startled you, causing you to drop your shampoo bottle. You go to bend to pick it up, except the tentacle will not let you move. The grip it has on your body is borderline possessive. With no warning, it snakes the top half of its tentacle in between your legs.

Pushing past your folds, to your exposed pussy hole. It touches your body as if it's done this before. Almost as if this tenacle monster watches you masturbate in the shower. It shoves itself deep into your pussy as it holds your waist. The sudden fullness in your pussy causes you to let out a deep moan.

As it thrusts slowly, its suckers stick to your walls. Pulling slightly as it pleasures you. It picks up some speed and shoves itself so deep into your pussy, the tentacle monster hits your cervix. Not having to pleasure yourself for once was euphoric.

Letting it take over your body as your left with nothing but the feeling of ecstasy. The more it pumps inside of you the closer you are to your orgasm. The suckers pull as it thrusts adds the perfect amount of friction.

Just as you hit the edge of your climax, its grip tightens around you as it rams your pussy harder. Making your body squirm as pleasure takes over your body from head to toe. Your orgasm was so hard you don't even need the hot shower or wind down. You only need to shoer to wash off the tentacle's slime from your body.

[bumpen-underbeds]

The thing in your closet beckons you to step inside more and more often, and you leave the door open most days just to see what it will reveal to you. It's offered riches, silks, and finery, even asking if you wanted endless food, but it still has yet to actually offer something you would risk stepping inside that dark, spare room that never showed on the floor plan when you rented this place.

Today, you have pulled up a chair and sat beside its open door, sipping your drink of choice for the afternoon.

Listening as the thing offers you more things, this time promises of never having to work again, of a life of luxury and sloth if you would step over the boundary and enter its domain. You can't help but snort. It's making offers like you're someone waiting to be spirited off in some shitty romance novel and not a grown adult with a life. Sure, the offers of riches were tempting, but you liked your job and liked the work you did, so why would you risk your life for a random thing's offer?

You wouldn't, it's that simple.

Finishing your drink, you answer back for the first time since you heard the voice through the door, asking why it thinks you will want these things? Looking mildly surprised when it sputters before answering, surprised that you answered it.

The doorway goes quiet before you hear that voice call again, quiet this time, answering that it just wants to make sure you stick around. The last tenants had all panicked and run off the moment it started talking through the door, and the only one that stayed thought it would give them something for staying, but when it had nothing but itself, they left too.

The silence lingers as you think on what it had said, and how all of the offers now made sense.

Placing your cup on the floor, you get up off the floor and step in front of the door, peering into the pitch black darkness, squinting as you try to make out whatever this thing was, seeing a few tendrils moving and shifting in the dark expanse. It's mostly for yourself that you look around the hallway, knowing that you live alone, but it feels right to look side to side before you move towards the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

You tell the thing in the dark you're not leaving and that you'll hang around even without its offers.

This all happened around three or so months ago. You would make time to speak with the creature, growing close and even joking around, slipping in a few curious flirts just to hear them stutter and fumble through their words. One time, you cooed at them and had to hold back laughter as they slammed the door closed on you, yelling from behind the door that they were not flustered; all you had said was that their tendrils looked like they would feel good.

But recently, you have not heard much of your interesting housemate. standing in the doorway in your sleep clothes, you wait and see if it will speak up this time, sighing as you don't hear anything again. Stopping in your tracks as it calls your name, turning to look into the door before feeling heat flood your face.

After a few days of silence, the first words your creature utters to you as they unfurl a set of long, thick, tentacles through he doorway they hide behind are...

"You said you wanted to know if they felt as good as they looked... Care to find out?"

[bunnis-monsters]

Tall, beyond mortal comprehension, and handsome?

Male!Tentacle Monster x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 7th

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A/N: sorry for the late entry, I was exhausted lately!! You’ll get two posts today in exchange ><

warnings: breeding, oviposition, egg laying

summary: When you want more intimacy while being bred, your tentacle monster sugar daddy is happy to help!

You’d been working as a human surrogate for a tentacle monster for nearly a year now. Every month you’d come by and let the tentacles have their way with you for a few hours, and walk away a few thousand dollars richer.

Getting used to having a distended, pregnant belly every day was definitely something you had to get used to, but you really didn’t mind. You were paid well, but part of you yearned for something more.

Maybe you were just too spoiled… you wanted to be held and kissed and embraced while tentacles ravaged your body. Was that too much to ask for?

So when you went back the next month for another batch, the tentacle creature seemed to notice that your mood was… different.

There was already a tentacle pumping in and out of your fat cunt, another set using their suckers to latch onto your perky nipples…

But soon the tentacles slowed, one reaching out to caress your cheek.

‘You’re upset.’

The creature didn’t have a mouth, so it spoke directly into your mind as per usual.

‘Is something wrong?’

You pouted, letting out a soft whine as the tentacle in your cunt slowly slid out. “… it’s just…”

You rested your chubby cheek against one of the large, soft tentacles keeping you in the air. “It would be nice if I could put a face to the creature stuffing me full of eggs every month… maybe get some kisses and have some intimacy too…”

The tentacles began to shift, and before your very eyes the form of a… very cute boy with green skin and dark eyes appeared before you. His cheeks were flushed and his cock was hard… it seemed he didn’t expose his true self very often.

“If that will make you feel better… I heard females can be impregnated with more success when they orgasm…”

The tentacles pulled you closer, and his lips met yours. His arms wrapped around your waist, feeling around your body with a curios and eager touch. It was clear he didn’t get to really enjoy the touch of a woman much.

“You’re so soft…” he murmured, kissing down your neck as you bounced on his cock and took a tentacle down your throat. “I think we should do this more often…”

You left that night more swollen with eggs than ever, and a fat tip in your account the next morning.

Want more? You get the drill, send me a Kofi and ask for it!

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[tentacle-priestess]

Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program

My take on ovi (cheesy scifi 🛸🧀)

Warnings: Tentacle smut, oviposition, lactation, breeding NSFW

Content: Consent <3, care, threesome, fluff, scifi, consentacles, sapphic

gn!tentacle monster x f x f!reader

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When you volunteered for the Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program, you never guessed you would be one of the only two humans who signed up, or how needy and clingy the aliens would become.

 You are both always heavy with eggs or a litter. Breasts always full and brimming with milk, various otherworldly appendages thrusting into you. You love it.

At first you were shy about getting so deliciously stuffed and overflowing with cum or other lush alien fluids in front of her, but you soon developed a unique bond. One that could only sprout by sharing this unusual experience.

These days you sleep curled together. You gently caress each other's round, swollen bellies, tracing the contours with the tips of your fingers. You talk 'till morning about your deepest fears or the silliest of things.

Today you are both working with a tentacled alien. Their name is O&7U, and they're a sweetheart. All past efforts at reproduction have failed, they are the last of their species. There is a tidal nostalgia about them. It makes your heart sink.

Their reproductive biology is fascinating. The species was entirely hermaphroditic, possessing several ovipositor tentacles and several different receptive ones. In nature, they would mate with two or more individuals, each giving and receiving each other’s eggs.

You feel lucky, almost reverent, to be part of such a rare union, perhaps the last to ever exist. The alien is worshiping all your holes with their ovipositor tentacles, even though they know their eggs can only develop in your wombs. You encourage them because it feels incredibly good when they spill their soft jelly inside you. The tentacle in your ass makes you squirm with pleasure while the one in your pussy latches to your cervix and pushes another egg inside you. Your belly swells as you feel it begin to harden within your womb.

You listen to her honeyed moans as the tentacles thrust into her. She looks beautiful, her enlarged breasts dripping milk all over the place. You can't help but lean in to drink it. As if inspired by your action, the alien milks her other breast and both of yours with their receptive tentacles. You feel an intoxicating ache blooming from your nipples as they engulf every last drop, sucking for more.

Your eyes meet hers in the whirlpool of sensations. Her lips look so plump. You've never kissed before…

Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program 2 (male reader)

Masterlist

Should the Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program go on?

Yes! I want more stories

Nah, it's out of funding

Voting ended onFeb 12

[everydaythesameee]

Need a tentacle in every hole STAT