#tentacle x reader

[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.

[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.

[wkbsrco]

TEN-TICKLES W/ SATORU GOJO ! 18+ M.LIST

Comic by @baobei-bu TYSM FOR LETTING ME WRITE THIS!! 3.5k

⚠️: Perv!Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader, Hentai Logic, Porn w Minimal Plot, Smut, Filthy use of Jujutsu, CNC (It’s Tentacles), MeanDom!Satoru, Outfit like Shoko’s Sorcerer Uniform, P in V, Oral (M!receiving), Anal, Marathon + Rough Sex, Creampie, Morally Grey, Manipulation, Tummy Bulge, Size Kink, Dacryphilia, Needy Satoru, Degradation, Praise, Baby-trapping, Double & Triple Penetration, FILTHHHHH, Rushed Ending (Ran Out of Ideas) NOT PROOFREAD

Taglist: @1stmagnoila @koriknowsball @jinjen @elegantmakercoffee (comment 2 b added)

Satoru’s so cute & twisted ! I hope you enjoy my ovu fic :D

Satoru’s been begging you to take a stroll with him for hours. He says he just wants to spend time with you, his bestest friend, but you know he has something up his sleeve. It’s written in the knowing grin that adorns his perfect face.

“Please, angel! Just for THIRTY minutes. It’s breezy out, and I can hold you close to keep you warm! We can’t waste this perfectly good weather!” He pouts.

You ignore him even as he hugs you from behind, pecking at your neck and down to your collar. He tugs on the small skirt of your uniform, now nipping on your skin. You swat him away and take a step forward. Then, you cross your arms, turning to raise your eyebrow at the overgrown manchild.

“Are you a dog or a man, Satoru?” You mock.

He smirks. “Anything you want me to be, baby.” Satoru flashes you his pretty pearly whites followed by a condescending—perhaps a bit playful, wink.

You roll your eyes, think it over, and finally sigh.

“Ten minutes.” You glare. “That’s all you get.”

The white-haired man grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and drags you to a car that’s been parked upfront since Satoru started talking. “I thought we were going to walk?”

“We are, but I know a spot, and Ijichi’s going to take us there.” He giggles like a kid with a menacingly stupid plan.

Looking back, it made you a little bit suspicious—Satoru giggling and all that crap. However, it also made you reeeeeeeaaal curious.

On the way to the “spot,” you let Satoru trail his restless fingers on your body. He kept poking, squeezing, and pulling on your flesh like a working adult playing with a stress toy. You tell him off and swat his hands away when he does too much, but the bastard only pouts and leaves a peck on the reddened skin and continues with his ministrations.

You’re well aware that it’s been over ten minutes, but you don’t mind. Instead, you curl up next to Satoru, sleeping soundly against his side.

Now that he can’t annoy you, he turns his attention over to Ijichi, making sure not to move too much as to not disturb your rest.

“Ijichi-kun! She’s so pretty, no?”

In his mind, he panics. Was this a mind game or a real question? The poor boy responds with a very awkward smile. “Very pretty, Gojo-san!” He says with pure honesty.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!” Satoru cheers. Then, he yells, “Oh wait, we’re here!”

Ijichi stops abruptly, and Satoru catches you before you fall. You wake up because of the sudden movement, annoyance written all over your face.

“What’s going on?” You ask, yawning softly. An of course, before answering, Satoru fawns over your pretty face, giving the apple of your cheek a soft kiss.

For the nth time today, he smiles. “We’re here!”

Looking out the window, you’re met with a foggy forest in, seemingly, the middle of nowhere. “Where exactly is ‘here’?”

He shrugs. “Not important, let’s go!” The door of the ridiculously expensive car flings open, and everything happens too fast.

“Satoru!” You yelp as he tugs you out, waving goodbye to Ijichi as he pulls you into the creepy woods.

This is where he wants to walk? Not even a park or a flowery meadow? What the hell is Satoru up to?

Leaves crunch beneath your shoes as thick fog blocks your vision. It’s chilly, which raises the goosebumps on your skin. Of course, Satoru notices.

“You okay, pretty? Sense somethin’?”

“N—No… do you?” You ask, confused. Were you supposed to be sensing a curse? Is this supposed to be a mission?

“Yes, I do.” My raging boner. He snickers to himself. “But you have to give it a try, pretty.”

Your senses seem both heightened and nullified at the same time. It’s a weird mix, and you don’t know what to do. On one hand, you’re compelled to run; on the other, you know that Satoru would save you no matter what. Do you just let things happen or do you blast the fuck out of here?

You choose the former, staying close to the tall man as you tremble in the air that still feels wintry. Your breath puffs out in white, which makes Satoru smile. He hugs you close to his side, seeing you trembling tugs at his heartstrings. He holds your hand, giving you a comforting smile as you look up at him. “Why’re we here, ‘Toru…?” You question. “Tell me the truth.”

“But who said I was lying? What if I just wanted to—”

“Satoru!”

He sighs. “Fine, fine…” He pouts. “You’re such a killjoy, pretty.”

You only glare.

“I have a mission here ‘is all…”

The fog makes you feel hazy, weird, and heavy. “Then why’d you want me to come? You’re more than capable of handling a mission yourself.” You ask, barely keeping yourself upright.

“Because I want you to cu—” Before Satoru could finish, the ground opens up to reveal a cave of amethyst-like tentacles. It grabs his leg but leaves yours. Soon enough, he is nowhere to be found on the surface.

“Satoru!” You yell, this time, more concerned than anything. First, you try and survive, sobering up from the heavy clouds you’re sure is infested. You run away from the long slimy suckers that chased after your form as fast as you can. “Ijichi! Call for help!” You shout, hoping the bespectacled gentleman could hear.

You round the crater made by the curse and try to reach for Satoru, but you couldn’t see him nor was he making any noise. Suddenly, another hole erupts from underneath the pile of leaves, and you push yourself back. Unfortunately for you, the curse easily caught on despite your mid-air curve.

Purple tentacles immediately claim its stake on your lips, arms, stomach, and legs. From a distance, you hear Satoru yell. “Help!” Panic shoots up your chest. You immediately squirm, trying to release yourself from the suctioned trap to no avail.

“Satoru!” You squeal, muffled because of the stupidly large appendage on your mouth.

“Help!”

The tentacles loosen and you fall through the cracks. A high-pitched scream escapes your mouth as you’re dropped. You try to use your technique, but the purple slime left on your hands made you feel a little bit funny.

You’re caught by the purple limbs before hitting anything else. Now, facing below you, you’re met with a smiling Satoru, who seems to be enjoying and not at all in grueling pain.

“Finally, baby. I was worried you’d never make your way here.” He says as the tentacles fold your calves to your thighs, spreading your legs wide.

“Why the hell were you screaming for help?!” You huff.

“Help me undress.” He grins.

“You’re insufferable.” You scoff.

“And you’re tied up… like a rope bunny.”

Your eyes widen. “Excuse you?!”

“What? I’m just calling it as it is!” He laughs.

You thrash around, depleting your much needed energy. “I’m going to bite your dick off Satoru Gojo!”

That same lazy smirk sits on his face without a care in the world about what you do or say. “Please do, baby.”

“What is wrong with you?!”

He shrugs. “You.” He teases. “But anywaysssss, I have a joke, baby girl.”

“A joke?” You sigh, knowing you literally have nothing else to do but wait for Ijichi to realize that you’re both not coming back to campus unless he sends help. “What the fuck is a joke going to—”

Satoru ignores your perfectly acceptable query. “How many tickles can you give a tentacle curse before it lets go?” He interjects.

You only look at him annoyed and confused.

His smile doesn’t falter. “Ten-tickles!” He laughs.

“Funny.” You deadpan.

“Of course it is, angel. Your beautiful, tall, and handsome ‘best friend’ said it!”

You roll your eyes. “What’s with the air quotes, loser?”

“‘Cause we’re more like soulmates really—cosmically attached. ESPECIALLY when my dick is inside you. Any hole works, really.”

Again, you roll your eyes as he used one of his long pale fingers to poke and tease the tentacles surrounding him. “But anyways, watch.” Slowly, the suckers unwrap his arms. “It relaxes the curse, y’know?” He lectures.

He does the same for his legs, fully freeing his large form. Then, his eyes shift to your face. “Hey, angel.” He says like you aren’t dangling on top of him like bait.

Your cheeks heat up as you feel something poking and prodding horrifically close to your aching dripping cunt. “Help me, Satoru…” You whimper as the tentacle wraps around the entirety of your thigh, slithering up as it plays with your pussy through the soft fabric of your stockings and panties.

The tip of the girthy limb twists on the damp spot of the cloth, and you let out a soft moan while trying to keep your gaze away from Satoru. However, like an absolute dick, he takes two fingers and lifts your chin, thumb rubbing condescendingly on your pretty skin. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me, m’kay?”

“But…” You whine, feeling the growing pulse between your legs quicken and strengthen. “Sa-hah—Satoru…”

The man tuts, gently pecking your parted lips. “You’re so cute!” He chides.

“Please, ‘Toru…”

“Please what, pretty?”

“Please help me… hah—”

How the hell is he able to walk on those slimy restless suckers?! And how the fucking hell does he know its weaknesses?

Satoru looks down at you like a brilliant idea just popped up in his mind—eyes widening and body jutting like an emoticon. He smirks, and you immediately notice his bulge that’s a mere inch away from your face, such a vulgar scene, really.

“What are you doing, ‘Toru?” You ask shyly as he starts to palm his pre-dripping cock through the fabric of his uniform.

He groans, obviously worked up. “You know exactly what I’m doing, baby. Don’t act stupid, you aren’t on my dick yet.” His hand falls to the silver buckle of belt, loosening his pants in one click.

“Satoru!” You shriek.

The tentacle, still hasn’t stopped twisting against your heart, but at least it’s not your clit, right?

Well… now it is.

“Tell me what’s wrong, angel. I’ll fix it for ya.” Purple limbs now twist around your own, circling your appendages like they’re jacking your whole body off.

Pornographic moans echoes through the never ending chambers of the domain. You can’t even speak—pleasure and anxiety mixing to render you completely speechless. “I—jus… hah! Wanna… mmfhmeee! Fuck.”

“Mm, fucking doesn’t sound wrong, pretty.” He laughs, crouching down again to meet your eyes. “D’ya wanna fuck? I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

You whimper, watching his aura shift. The playful Satoru is nowhere to be seen. Now, you’re stuck in this cursed sex fantasy with your best friend (sometimes friends with benefits) and colleague turned sex-crazed pervert, Satoru Gojo! And fortunately unfortunately for you, he wants to do more with you right now than just exorcising this curse.

Finally, you spit out the words he’s been dying for. “Fuck! Please fuck me, Satoruuu!” You squeal, and he smiles.

“Hmm.. but I think I should use your mouth-pussy first, no? Fill your stomach up with my cum then your slutty cunt.” You look horrified as he speaks (horrified that he’s not going to insert his dick in your aching hole already). “You looked so disappointed, pretty. Maybe I’ll fuck you in the ass first before your pretty little pussy, no?“ He smirks.

He then points at your mouth mockingly. “First here.” Now, he points at your ass hole. “Then here.” Slowly, his fingers trace over your skin, playing with the folds of your dripping cunny through the soaked fabric that gives waaaaay too much away. With brute strength, he tears the stockings and hooks a finger under the pad of your panties to tug it to the side, exposing the puffy labia to the warm feel of his rough fingers. “Lastly, here. That’s one round each and three rounds total! ‘Think ya can handle that, baby?” He says like this is supposed to be a fair deal set in an office.

You shake your head all scared and pouty.

“Huh? Use your words, pretty girl. I can’t understand stupid mumblings from bimbos.” He says, snide as if he isn’t talking to you.

“I can’t, ‘Toru!”

“Aww, that’s no way to speak of your abilities, pretty…” He nudges the tentacles like he did before, freeing you from their hold. You land on the floor, if you can even call it that, with a soft thud, but the limb that keeps playing with your folds still won’t let up.

Satoru just stands, waiting for you to act first. You know what he wants, and he knows that you know it.

Tentacles from underneath wrap around your arms and legs again. This time, it doesn’t lift you up. You’re in a sitting position with a shaft underneath you and your face on par with Satoru’s hard on.

His hands are above his hips, waiting.

“C’mon, baby. Y’know ya want to.” He smirks.

You’re annoyed, but he’s not wrong. You want him to fuck you stupid.

“But what if we get caught?” You mumble.

“We won’t.” He says.

“How are you so sure?”

He crouches down to be at your eye level, one knee on the ground. “Because I planned this.” Again, he smirks. “I was here last week, about to exorcise this ‘sex fantasy’ curse, as the higher ups put it, but I wanted to try it out with you.”

“You’re such a pervert.” You huff.

He grabs you away from the horrendous appendages, and lays down, the suckers making a bed with an elevated head rest for him, this fucking jerk.

“If you had to look at someone as pretty as yourself 24/7 while she pounces on you every time she can, you’d do this too. It’s just a taste of your own medicine, sweetheart.”

“No, it’s not….” You pout, adjusting yourself on his abdomen. “I just like your warmth, pervert.”

“Oh? So you like this pervert’s warmth? Then, by the transitive property, you, too, are a pervert!”

“That’s not how that works.” You huff. “Stupid.”

Stupid, huh? He’ll show you stupid.

“Hm, well then.” He pushes you down, letting the tentacles latch back onto your skin as you slide down his body while purple suckers help him strip his pants off along with his dark boxers.

Now, his hard cock is right in front of you, waiting to be met by the warmth of your pretty mouth. “Suck.” He orders, and you follow. First came a fee kitten licks that already left the needy Satoru gasping for air. He may talk a big talk, but one touch from you and he’s toast.

Long pale fingers tangle in your hair, but he doesn’t push. “Fuck yeah—hah! You’re so good, pretty girl…” He says while you bob your head up and down his length.

As you’re preoccupied with Satoru’s girth, the curse rips your uniform right off, leaving your whole body drenched in the sticky purple fluid that seemed to negate your abilities.

You’re too pretty for him. It’s a wonder how you think he’s still pretty after seeing all his scars. Maybe if he gained more, you’d stop having sex with him for good. To keep himself from prematurely ejaculating, he thinks about who you’d choose if not him. Perhaps Kento Nanami, no? Tall, blond, jacked, kind, and kind of a pleaser—he’s probably your type. Or maybe you’d fully rebel and join Ryomen Sukuna and become his queen. You’d love that, right? A lavish life with blood shed just for your deepest darkest desires.

Unfortunately for him, those thoughts only serve to quicken his orgasm. Jesus, was he a fucking cuck?!

The white-haired nuisance keeps whispering your name like a prayer between hot breaths. He’s too far gone to even think of telling you that he’s about to cum. You’re just surprised when he finally pushes your head down, forcing you to swallow his salty seed. He doesn’t keep you down for long, he’s not a monster. Almost immediately, he lets up, throwing his head back as he pants, spurts of thick white cum still erupting from the slit of his mushroom tip.

It takes him a little longer than usual to catch his breath, so you get worried. “Are you okay, ‘Toru..?” You say in such a shy tone that the blood in his head rushes down to his dick once again. His shaft stands tall and proud, ready for the next hole Satoru decides to shove it in.

“Sorry… you jus’ felt so good, baby.”

Your cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, and it makes Satoru smile. “You’re filthy, ‘Toru…”

“Don’cha like that?”

“Not when we’re in public… or underground…”

“Why? Isn’t that the exciting part. I bet even your ass is leaking.” He laughs. Then, you yelp as the tentacles turn you around, spreading your legs and pointing your lower half towards the ceiling of barely visible amethyst limbs, successfully setting the ever so elegant pose—face down, ass up.

“No way…” You mumble. Was he really going to do this here? You seriously doubt this impatient slut put up a curtain. Surely, a random person could fall in at any time.

Satoru’s eyes feast on your dripping cunt and soaked ass hole. It’s most likely from your slick traveling all over your skin. Your juices make your folds glisten as if bathed in only the finest glitter. He smiles at the thought. After this, he’d have to bathe you in pure gold before you’d even think of forgiving him. He knows you’ll hold a grudge. Who wouldn’t?

He gets on his knees, aligning himself with your backdoor. Before going in, he removes his shirt, huffing about how hot it is.

“Ready, pretty?”

You nod, dreading the stretch, but you don’t feel the stinging pain. You shriek as he starts to move in and out, only to have your mouth defiled by the horrible tentacles that weirdly tasted like Satoru’s favorite perfume. Hm… maybe it wasn’t that bad.

Satoru and the curse move at confusing paces. It’s weird, it’s scary—it’s exciting.

Plap, plap, plap, plap !

Dirty squelching, whiny moans, and cute sniffles. That was all you could hear for an hour straight. Satoru’s switched positions, ejaculated inside you, and used up all of your sorry holes.

After he came and used your ass, Satoru laid you on your back and gave you the creampie you’ve been waiting for. His thrusts went deep and hard like he wanted to put a baby deep inside of you, and maybe that was the plan.

His words echo like broken promises in your mind. “You won’t leave me, yeah?” He rasped. “This pussy’s fuckin’ mine, right, baby?”

“Say yes, say yes for me, pretty girl…” He cooed. Fuck, just thinking about it got you wet again, and he could absolutely feel it. Your pussy clenched around him, and to no one’s surprise, he came more.

You thought, for sure, his balls would have already been emptied, but no. Satoru always has his cum ready for you! All for his sweet best friend, who he’s always kept at arms’ reach.

He doesn’t want you to leave like Suguru did, so maybe his dick will make you stay, no?

As he fucks the last of his seed into your womb, he plops onto the pile of purple limbs, tired. You fall onto his bare chest, spent.

“‘Toru…” You murmur.

“Yes, baby?”

“Is this really happening?” You ask as the darkness the surrounds you starts to dissolve.

You see a smirk creep up his face, and it makes your stomach whirl. Somehow, the two of you are back on the surface with clothes underwear and clothes on like nothing ever happened.

“I told you it was a sex fantasy curse, didn’t I?” He smiles as he stands, helping your wobbly legs stand up straight.

You lean on his chest to steady yourself, letting the large man intertwine his fingers with yours. “Aren’t you supposed to exorcise it?”

“Nah, it’s much more fun playing with it. Plus, it harms no one.” He shrugs. “We’ll just enjoy our little hookups a bit more than before.” He winks.

“We’re never doing that again.”

“Riiiiiight, sure. So you’re saying if I slide your panties to the side right now, your pussy’d be completely dry?”

“Well no—”

He places a finger on your mouth. “Yup, that’s all I needed to hear.” He says as he picks you up and peppers your face with a thousand kisses.

You giggle and he nuzzles his head onto your neck. Really? You’re this sweet with the guy who JUST rearranged your guts? Seriously?

“Though, I am really sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to hurt you, y’know that, right? Jus’ wanted us to have some fun, and you did have fun, yeah?”

Your cheeks heat up when you nod. What an embarrassing thing to admit!

He raises his hand and waves at Ijichi, calling the man, who has no idea about the absolute filth that had just happened, over. “I’ll take you back to the penthouse, pretty.” He kisses your cheek then your neck. “I’ll show you how sorry I am, okay?”

You nod almost immediately as if this whole act was an excusable offense. Wow, ‘guess you’re both just fucking freaks.

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OnlyFans Full Of Monsters Part 2

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Penetration, Knotting, Fantasy Sex Toys, Copious Amounts Of Cum Like Lube, Creampie (Sort Of)

Part 1

You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you position your camera. Your laptop is already open and just waiting for you to press the button to go live. You have a few more minutes before seven, and you try to collect yourself. 

The dildo suctioned to the floor in front of your bed is equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking. When your lovely werewolf subscriber decided you’d be fucking a knotted dildo, your excitement was through the roof. You had yet to try a knot, and the thought of taking one for the first time on camera made your pussy wet and tingly.

The first thing you did after that live was browse online for the perfect dildo. You spent quite a while browsing before finding the one. You ordered it with rush shipping and were grateful that it arrived this afternoon just in time.

Looking at how thick the knot is, you think you may have been a little more adventurous when looking at its picture online. The shaft is long but not the longest you’ve taken before, probably about seven inches. Its impressiveness is truly in its knot. It sits at the base, and you cannot wrap your hand around it to have your fingers touch. You are slightly nervous about being able to take it, but that’s overshadowed mainly by your arousal to be knotted.

You fill the three hundred milliliter syringe with the thick white lube before attaching it to the tube connected to the dildo. You set it to the side and sit yourself next to the werewolf cock. As soon as the clock turns to seven, you go live.

You give the camera a sultry smile and say, “Hello, my lovely monsters. I’m so glad you could join me tonight and be here for my first knot. Hopefully, I’ll be getting knotted regularly from now on”. You grab the bottle of lube and pour a more than generous amount over the thick dildo. You continue to stroke as you read through the comments, reading some of the more descriptive ones aloud for your audience.

Once you have it thoroughly slick and ready, you kneel over the dildo and shift your hips so the wet tip is pressed against your dripping entrance. With a smile on your face, you begin sinking down the slick cock. The shaft alone provides a good stretch, and you moan at the feeling.

You stop when the fat knot starts to push against your entrance, giving your hips a little roll and causing the dildo to shift around in your sensitive pussy. You pull back up until only the tip rests inside you before dropping yourself back down until the top of the knot. 

You continue bouncing up and down but keep yourself above the knot, not quite ready to try taking it yet. You use your hands to caress your body, pinching and pulling at your nipples as your tits bounce with your movements.

You look back to see floods of comments, doing your best to read them and respond between moans. “Fu–uck, yes! Mmhhh feel so good. I wish this was your cock stretching me open”, you say to your camera. 

You lean over slightly to grab the large syringe, using a good amount of pressure to push the thick lube through to the dildo. You can feel it as it floods your pussy, slickening your cunt even more and creating a white ring on top of the knot as you slide up and down. You only pushed about a quarter of the syringe in, but you’re already so full with the slippery white cum like lube.

You take a look at the comments and groan at their words. 

Comment Section:

AlphaWolf992: Fucking gorgeous. I wish I was there with you, little one. I’d knot you so good.

HumanLuvver69: Take the knot like a good girl. I wanna see that tight human pussy stretched open on that fat knot.

Mr.TentaclesXXX: Hmmmm, you would look so pretty with my tentacles in all your holes. 

FeralFucker111: I need you to sink down on that knot, baby. Let me see that pretty human pussy swallow up that big knot. I want to see you filled to the brim with cum, baby. Fuck I would fill you with my cum and knot your tight cunt if I was with you right now. 

DaddyOrc33: Perfect little human. Come on. I need to see you cum. Wanna see that pussy clench on that monster cock. Fuck I hope you fuck an orc cock next. Wanna see you stuffed and leaking orc cum so bad little human.

You wish you had these monsters with you right now. You can only imagine what it would be like to get fucked dumb by a real monster. Although, for right now, this werewolf dildo is doing a great fucking job. 

You pull up and off the tip, hovering above the big dildo, and you smile as you watch a torrent of thick white cum drip out of your cunt and make an even bigger mess of the dildo. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the chat going crazy.

“Alright, my loves. I think it’s time to try and work my way up to really take this knot. I think my pussy is nice and ready for it,” you say. You see the comments flood with encouragement and neediness to see you knotted. 

You give the camera a beaming smile as you thrust down on the dildo again. You sit just above the knot again when you stop and pick up the syringe again. You give another hard push until it reaches about halfway. You moan as it coats your warm cunt and slides down the dildo. 

You lift up and down again, shifting your hips just slightly so the tip nudges against your g-spot on each stroke. You whine softly as pleasure shoots through your body, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of the cock inside you. 

You widen your legs, bringing your core closer to the floor and the knot. On the next stroke down, you push further the beginning of the knot, pushing against your entrance and making your breath catch in your throat.

You lift up again and drop back down using gravity to your advantage. You get the first part of the knot in, but not quite to the largest part. You reach for the syringe again, giving a slight push to add even more lube. 

You lift slightly before dropping all your weight downwards. The knot pushes against your tight hole, and you groan at the stretch. The widest part is just outside your entrance, and instead of lifting up to try again, you push down harder and circle your hips. Moans spill from your lips as the knot slips in millimeter by millimeter.

You cry out as the thickest part slides inside you, the rest of the knot following after, and the dildo pushes even further inside you. You moan and bounce up and down in small movements, keeping the knot in your wet heat.

You grind your hips as your thighs begin to shake, ecstasy spreading through your nerves. You push on the syringe again, and more creamy white lube floods your pussy, through the knot keeps it locked inside you. 

You glance at the camera as you say, “I’m so close. I feel soooo full. Oh my- fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna c-cum!”.

You throw your head back as your pussy clenches around the cock inside you. You moan freely as you ride every wave of your high, pushing on the syringe over and over to fill yourself with the cum-like lube. Each push stuffing your fluttering pussy more than you thought possible.

With a final whimper, you stop moving your hips, taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm and the overwhelming fullness you feel. As you come back to your senses, you look at the screen, smiling at all the comments from your monsters.

You shift your eyes over to your camera and stroke your hand lightly over your lower abdomen, where a slight bulge is. You pull up hard and fast, whimpering as you pull the knot from your overstuffed cunt. You keep going until your pussy hovers over the tip of the cock, watching in slight amazement as the cum-like lube pours out of you and drips down to the werewolf cock. It keeps going on and on, and you moan slightly at the feeling and the puddle forming beneath you.

You give the camera one last sultry smile as you say, “Alright, my loves, that’s it for today. I’m so happy you could be with me for my first knotting. I can assure you it definitely won’t be my last. Make sure to come see me again on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see which monster cock I’ll be taking next”. You blow a kiss to the camera as you hit the button to stop the recording.

You’re already excited about your following live and finding out which monster you’ll have next week. As you look at the messy werewolf cock in front of you, you can’t help but want round two right now. Well… you’re already nice and stretched… a few more rounds of knotting can’t hurt.

Let me know if you liked it! Also did you like having the comment section with some of the comments written out?

[knottybnuuy]

imagine skinny dipping in ur favorite calming lake. u’ve done this about a hundred times now without issue or interruption. 

as large ripples barrel through the water, though, you quickly realize this time will be different.

of course, ur used to tiny ripples bubbling to the water’s surface; like all lakes, this one is home to a myriad of small fish and other animals. but the ones ripping through now could almost be considered waves, and ur powerless to escape them or whatever’s creating them. 

u feel even more powerless as a long, slimy appendage wraps itself around one of ur legs. panic overtakes ur body as you flail around, afraid whatever it is will drag u underwater.

instead, another appendage wraps around ur waist to hold you steady. it caresses your stomach soothingly and surprisingly calms u down. u begin to wonder just how many limbs this creature has as two more tentacles encircle your body.

one makes its way to ur chest as the other slithers between ur legs. the one on ur chest immediately latches onto both of ur breasts with suction cups, tugging ur nipples and making u shudder in pleasure. 

the tentacle between ur legs teases ur entrance before slowly entering ur pussy. the slime coating the appendage makes it slip easily inside despite its thick size.

u moan loudly from the stretch as u go lightheaded from all the sudden stimulation. u think u might actually pass out when the tentacle starts thrusting in and out of u.

the one wrapped around ur waist lifts u up and down in time with the thrusts. a string of moans and whimpers leaves ur mouth as the tentacle continuously buries itself deep inside u. 

u feel like it's hitting ur cervix, and the harsh suction on ur nipples is making ur entire body all the more sensitive. it isn’t long before one particularly brutal thrust sends u over the edge.

tears prick the corners of ur eyes as ur body convulses in pleasure. before ur even able to catch ur breath, the limb around ur waist tightens and pulls u under…

[bleached-blossoms]

Tentacle dreams

NSFW

Mild somno, tentacle in v!, MDNI, orgasms,

You lay there, the fabric of your panties molded against your core with how wet you had become. Dreams vivid like you were experiencing them firsthand. It was rare to get such deep sleep like you were having currently.

But when sleep came this heavily, you weren't easy to wake like usual. On your back, arms tossed above your head like you had stretched out in your sleep. You decided to forgo clothing, aside the panties. The summer heat and lack of air conditioning was a terrible mix for decent sleep.

You let out a small whimper as something warm and thick rubbed against the moist fabric. You shifted in your sleep, hips seeking more of the feeling.

It continued, as another slowly moved, bunching and pulling the fabric of your panties aside, allowing more movement between your slick folds. Each thrust of the thing giving you such sweet feelings, slightly flicking your clit with each one.

A small mewl of pleasure escaped your sleep ridden lips. Eyes blinking the heavy sleep away, vision blurred from the sleep and therefore lack of.

Whatever, or whoever stood in front of you, was certainly not human. Well, it looked to be almost human, but the multiple protrusions coming from its back said otherwise. Along with the almost red like hue that surrounded it.

Your eyes, now fully open and clear of any sleep induced blurriness made their way from the top of its head. From there, to the lack of facial features. But enough for you to feel a twist in your stomach that you knew all too well. Your eyes traveled down, seeing the way this thing had its arms crossed. Like you were the one interrupting its sleep, and not the other way around.

However, what made your stomach curl in a fiery and delicious feeling were the protrusions. The same ones that held your panties, rubbing through your folds like he knew this would have you slick and needy for more. They were almost tentacle like, with what felt like tapered ends, like tentacles.

Another one meets the one rubbing against you, subtly nudging the sopping excuse you called your hole. You let out yet another whimper, hands moving on their accord. Moving to grab at the tentacle that nudged against your entrance. He was faster, much faster than you expected. Two more tentacles came, wrapping around your wrists, and immobilizing you. They pulled your wrists up and above your head as the tentacle near your entrance shoved itself deep within your wet, velvety walls.

A gasped moan retches from your lungs at the sudden filling of your cunt. Your thighs shake slightly, trying to adjust to the way his tentacle filled you in a way that will have your toes curling in pleasure. Another moan is pulled from you as he began moving the tentacle, not caring to start off slow. The way it pulled out and plunged back in had your back arching off the bed, head tilted back, and eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.

The bedroom was filled with gasping moans, mewls, and the wet sounds of your cunt being fucked relentlessly by this entity of a man with tentacles.

You could barely hear the subtle huff of desired amusement that came from him as he watched his own tentacle quickly turn a creamy white from fucking your sweet cunt.

Another slowly nudged at the tight hole behind your cunt. You let out a filthy moan, body going dangerously into a state of overstimulation. Not only was your clit being played with and your sopping hole being fucked, now you had a tentacle trying to enter your tight ass.

Your body shook lightly as you continued moaning, the tentacle slowly pushing its way in. You let out a small cry between moans, the stretch bordering burning.

His head tilted slightly as he watched the way your body shook, if you could see it through lust blown eyes, you would see there most definitely was a look of amusement.

Three tentacles moving at different speeds, moving different ways. Not knowing which one to focus on, mind spinning and leaving you to only moan and cry out in ecstasy from all the different speeds.

The one flicking your clit was a slow but heavy movement, the one fucking your cunt was bruising your cervix in a way that your body got off on, and the one in your tight ass was slow and deep.

You could feel the coil deep in your stomach, lighting afire. The fire started deep within your stomach, quickly moving through your veins, leaving your entire body in a heated state that was going to have you coming around his tentacle.

As if he knew, a final tentacle came to your mouth as it opened to scream out in pleasure. Taking your last hole, and breath. All of your holes filled, the stimulation occurring all over body was more than enough to have you diving head first into the fiery pits that sat in the depths of your belly.

Tears falling from your eyes as your walls clenched repeatedly around the tentacle. However, he continued his ministrations, moving faster it felt like. You were forced to take it, being fucked through your orgasm. Moaning against the tentacle that you were deep throating, body twitching in various parts, praying this would end before you were thrown into the fires of yet another orgasm.

His body twitched ever slightly, his head tilting back as the three tentacles filling all three of your holes went impossibly deeper before stilling.

You whimper before letting out a choked out noise, feeling all around used. Not necessarily a bad used, but used in a way that would leave you limp and satiated for weeks to come.

[wereminotaur]

📚 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤📚

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

ᴍᴅɴɪ ꩜ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ꩜ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ x ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

It shouldn’t have been this hard.

You were meant to be in the library studying. And while you were in the library, you were doing anything but studying. The college was one of the oldest known buildings, and there were many odd things that happened around the school. But this would have to be one of the oddest.

You’d been in the farthest corner of the library, copying down notes for your upcoming test, when you heard a soft rustling coming from behind you. You lifted your head and looked around, yet you didn’t really see anything. Turning back to your work and shaking your head, the lack of sleep must be getting to you.

But you must’ve been sleep deprived in order to hallucinate the black tendrils slithering along the floor near your feet. Cocking your head to the side as you blinked a few times, hoping they would go away.

Yet, they didn’t. You looked behind you and saw yellow unblinking eyes staring at you from a crevice in the wall. Its gaze made a chill run down my spine, a spike of fear in your heart and a soft gasp leaving your lips as you felt the cool slick feeling of a tentacle making its way under your pant leg.

You should’ve screamed, should’ve ran away from whatever horror lived in this school. Yet it’s like you were frozen in place, watching as the appendage made its way up your leg. It inched higher and higher, a warmth pooling between your thighs, a blush spreading on your cheeks as you looked around, wondering if anyone could see what was happening. But it was only you in this section, the book shelves obscuring any view of you.

The slick tendrils prodded at the fabric of your underwear but had trouble getting under it. Swallowing softly and looking around to make sure there was truly no one else near you, you couldn’t believe you were really about to do this.

You lifted your hips and shimmied your jeans and underwear down just a little bit, enough to feel the cold air of the library on your skin. You still felt the tentacle struggling a little so you decided to throw the dog a bone, looking around one more time before gently bending yourself over the table, just enough to have your hips in the air. Picking back up your pen and trying to continue writing down your notes, but the creature behind you had other ideas.

You felt the slick black tentacle poking and prodding your entrance, making you blush harder as you tried to ignore it, trying to act like nothing was happening. Yet when you felt it finally push in, felt it making itself at home along your warm insides, you couldn’t help but let a pant escape your lips. Poor thing was just cold, needed something warm and wet to bury into, and you were more than willing to help.

Your writing got shakier as you felt it slowly start to move, it was a fairly thin appendage, enough to hit the sweet nerves along your walls. But it wouldn’t be satisfied with just one, slowly you could feel two more tentacles making their way up the back of your thighs, making your eyes widen. You bit your lip and were about to swat the tendrils away when you felt them, one by one, slide along side their companion.

You were starting to feel stuffed and you could feel yourself leaking. With your busy schedule you barely had time to come before bed most nights, this was the most action you’d gotten in months. Biting your lip to keep yourself silent and gripping your pen almost to the breaking point as you felt them all start to move.

They were skinny separately, but all of them together, thrusting in your tight little hole, was enough to make your eyes flutter. All of them moving at a different pace, feeling yourself dribble down your thighs as they filled you. Your thighs shaking softly as you moved from gripping your pen to gripping the table, not able to stop the soft little noises spilling from your lips as they sped up. You were so out of it you barely noticed the fourth black tendril, making its way up your arm and to your parted lips. This one was thicker than the others, and as it slithered into the warm cavern of your mouth, it muffled the surprised gasp that left you.

It quickly realized it could go deeper than just your mouth, sliding down your throat and slowly starting to fuck it. Moving back and forth, a sensation so dirty yet so heavenly it was enough to make your eyes roll back as the tendrils between your thighs moved faster. They could feel your walls constricting around them, and they loved nothing more than to stay in the tight and welcoming warmth of your holes.

Time blurred, you didn’t really know how long you’d been there, thighs shaking as they brought you over the edge multiple times, cum dripping down to a puddle on the carpet beneath you. Drooling on the tentacle down your throat when you feel their pace get almost frantic. Your eyes hazy and half lidded as you let your holes get used, gripping the table weakly as their pace got relentless. Clawing at the wood with your nails as you felt all of them go as deep as they could, stuffing you to the brim as they reached release.

Your throat filled with warm slick goo, making you choke a little bit and you had no choice but to swallow. The substance trickling down your thighs as they nestled together in you one more time before pulling out, leaving your holes used and filled.

You had to take a moment, panting and feeling your legs shake as you laid against the table, taking your time to come back into your body. You slowly slid back up your jeans, sitting back down on the chair and cringing at the sight of the puddle of cum and goo on the floor beneath you. Swallowing softly you looked around again, stealing a glance behind you, and that’s when you noticed the yellow eyes in the crevice of the wall staring at you, still unblinking, but it's curious gaze had shifted.

You could’ve sworn it looked at you with love.

[thank you for all the love! Gonna be honest, @ozzgin and the house monster really got to me😮‍💨 come back next week for pack of werewolves x plane crash survivor!]

Part 2 | Part 3

[namelessgakusei]

Inspired by Homegrown Pet by TrisGhost

tw. body horror, death

Imagine finding a small blob of flesh on your way home. You don't know what animal it was, just that it's been calling for who knows how long, all alone. You take it home after contemplating for a while. You haven't taken care of a pet for so long, so you're not sure how you'll do this time around.

If things don't go well, at least it'll look better when you give it away for adoption, compared to what it first looked like when you found it.

...Or so was the plan.

You're not sure of its diet, or breed, or what it is in the first place, so you have been very careful around it. It's appearance hasn't gotten any better, no matter how much you bathe or take care of it. You tried asking the internet for help, only to end up with nothing. Weeks pass and this starts to worry you, but it seems happy on its own, chirping and humming whenever you give it any attention.

You're not sure if a blob of flesh should chirp when you pet it.

It seems to like meat, or anything that it could find really, so you started giving it your leftovers. You accidentally left some candy lying around once, and much to your horror, it ate the confectionary. To your relief however, nothing bad seemed to have happened, and your pet looks happy upon eating something sweet.

You thought that you'll have a really weird blob of flesh for a pet for the rest of your life— or its life, until you woke up and found that it changed shape overnight.

You're not sure if what stands before you is a dog, or a strange imitation of one. It looks like a dog, but it's not a dog, not when you can see "folds" upon its hairless body. And for one, a dog does not have multiple eyes nor two sets of tongues. Despite the abnormal situation, somehow, you're oddly fascinated with your pet, deciding to keep it instead of calling for help.

And as you continue to feed it, barely paying any mind about foods that animals definitely shouldn't eat, your pet continues to change. From looking like a failed imitation of a puppy, it went and stuck itself to your wall. Somehow, it looks like an overgrown plant, but made out of flesh. Was it because you tried giving it vegetables?

Like its previous form, multiple blacked out eyes were scattered around its body, following your every movement from its own corner of the house. It would've creeped out any other owner, but since they say that pets take after their masters, this just proves that you're not quite right in the head either. Besides, how can you be afraid when its eyes close whenever you try... "petting" it. Could you even pet a plant?

It still has something similar to a mouth, so you continue to feed it everyday, much to its delight. Candies always make them perk up, so you decide to use it as a reward system, giving it some whenever it does a good job on keeping critters off your property. You called it "good boy" once, after it killed and ate some cockroaches, and you never saw any insect or pests around after that.

As time passed, your plant-pet started growing tendrils, alongside a lump at its center. If you touch it or put an ear on the muscle, you can feel something beating. Is it a heart? Or something else? You don't know. The tendrils seem to take it as a hug every time you lean closer to inspect it however, so you've gotten wrapped up by fleshy vines more than once.

When you woke up one morning, you nearly screamed as you thought that an intruder had broken in. It turns out to be your pet once you turn on the lights. From the lump emerged a humanoid that resembled an upper body of a human male. "Resembled" is generous, especially since there are layers of what seems to be teeth on one half if his "face". Your pet grew something similar to hands though! And you can vaguely hear him saying something despite his lack of vocal chords, much less a proper neck.

After a few moments of trying to understand the noises, you finally realize that he's telling you his name.

Huh. Now that you remember it, you never really named your pet.

Meal times are more convenient now that he has hands. Tendrils don't have much of a precise grip, so he tends to make a mess back then. You tried handing him utensils, and much to your surprise, he can use them with his "hands". Maybe he learned from observing you?

His form was still inconvenient, leaving him stuck in one place, but you suppose that no one will find out with him hidden in the house. You feel bad about leaving him alone but you still need to go out for work and groceries, so to keep him entertained, you gave him a book. Later that day, after an overnight shift, you returned home and saw various reading materials scattered on the floor; it seems like he grew out his tendrils to search for more things to read while you were gone, and despite the mess, the books were gently laid without a single crease on them. After reprimanding him for leaving them on the floor, he requested more books about cooking.

You somehow ended up with a pet-turned-plant-turned-roommate with how his mannerisms developed to become human-like over time. He's oddly engrossed with books, despite never really teaching him how to read. Did he pick up stuff from observing you that much? His mimicry of your actions didn't stop at mere habits, having tried to help out around the house with his tendrils acting as his extra hands. It was adorable seeing him so focused on holding the broom right, with his eyes zeroed on the single, trembling appendage that's struggling on sweeping. He learned to get better over time, as expected, and helped with keeping the house clean while you were away.

He was banned from the kitchen, however. An incident where he tried cooking based on the simple cookbook you got him ended with one of his fleshy tendrils getting burnt. He wouldn't stop wailing for the rest of the day as the house smelled like cooked beef, so you both agreed to never let him get near anything hot.

His rapid evolution didn't stop there. Soon, the broken and torn parts of his humanoid body molded together as it formed something similar to a human skin. The number of eyes on his "face" was reduced to two, and he grew an actual mouth! Multiple mouths, in fact! One on his "face", another on his neck, his shoulder, his chest, and by his navel. He does speak using the one on his humanoid face despite it all. His voice made you jump the first time you heard it, as it was unnaturally... human.

Congratulations, you got yourself a conversation partner! He's still stuck on the wall, though...

You spy hair growing on his head one day, and wondered how far his mimicry of humans will go if you hand him a fashion magazine. He took one look at it and pointed at the series of hairstyles in one section, asking you in a broken language on what you prefer the most. You decided to humor him, not expecting his appearance to mimic the style the very next day, with his humanoid head leaning towards you like he expected praise for doing so.

You gave him a good petting and candy after that.

Since then, his changes gradually focused on the miniscule details, mainly on his humanoid form. The teeth protruding on random sides of his head had vanished, alongside the mouth on his shoulder, his "skin" changed into a healthier color, and his language and vocal skills improved as well. Motion and movement was still restricted to his position, but he gained better control over his motor skills.

You were quite content with your stuck-on-the-wall roommate. Your empty house had gotten livelier because of him after all. Though you do wonder if feeding him certain... meat will make him change again. Not that you could kill someone to test it out, but it's a thought that you've been entertaining for a while. You are what you eat, after all.

Your speculations were eventually put to rest as your slow days were interrupted by an actual break in this time. It was late at night when you decided to get some water, and maybe pet roommate if he's awake, when you hear a window shattering by the living room. Worried about the risk of your... "companion" being discovered, you rushed to the scene and was confronted by the agitated burglar who didn't expect to get caught almost immediately. They threatened you at knifepoint to give up your valuables, oblivious to the eldritch being creeping up behind them. With a snap of your pet's "jaw", the criminal was snapped in half, with the rest of their body falling to the ground as he chewed on their torso and head. Blood splattered all over your living room, with some getting on your face. But you were more concerned about your furniture getting ruined over anything.

Sensing your agitation, your pet's tendrils wipe the blood that got to your cheek, before carrying you out of the room as his humanoid self assures you that he'll clean up the mess. You couldn't sleep well that night, worried about the bloodstains that might stick over your couch and pillows. The window was broken too...!! Your dreams were filled with your money being taken away from you by a bloody monster.

The next day, you woke up with various plans on how to salvage your living room, having accepted that you'll lose money for the repairs. Trudging out of your room to get some coffee, you were surprised to see that everything was spotless and clean. Gone was the splatter from last night, though there's a missing window, and there's a faint smell of coffee in the air. Rushing towards the source and expecting another intruder, you were instead met with the sight of your roommate who busied himself in the kitchen.

Having noticed you, he hands you your coffee with a morning greeting, with his smile flashing teeth jagged like a shark's. What surprised you wasn't even the fact that he's fully dressed... in your clothes, you make a mental note to buy his own later, it was the fact that he's walking. Noticing the way you look at him like you're searching for something, he explains that he was able to separate his humanoid vessel after last night's incident, but he could still control his... other body, and demonstrated it with multiple tendrils shooting from various directions as they gently carry you to your couch. He also adds that he spent the whole night cleaning up and making sure to get all the stains off from everywhere, as he hands you your breakfast, though he looked disappointed to himself as he laments that he can't replace your broken window. Touched and grateful, you reached out to squish his cheeks and pet his hair as you praised him for a good job, which he responded with trill as he leans to your touch.

You told him to stop worrying about your window, as you had long since accepted that you'll spend money for repairs anyway. And since he's also in need of clothes on his own, you suggested that he accompany you to go shopping later, something that immediately lifted his mood. Taking your hand and kissing your inner wrist, he says that he cannot wait for your first date.♡