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— it's mate

Pairing: yandere tentacle-monster x gn reader

Summary: coming home angry from a bad day at work, you started to have fun with yourself. But some tentacles under your bed also wanted to join.

Warnings: yandere behavior, cursing, and smut: mention of dildo’s, reader watches porn from phone (that's soon forgotten), masturbation, slight choking, tentacles (DUH), anal, creampie in all ends (;)), and hints at eggs. 

Sighing softly, you dropped your bags from work as you entered your home, the exhaustion of the day at the office weighing heavy on your shoulders. 

Your dickbag of a boss, Jared, was an idiot. Blaming you for things that were out of your control. Treating you differently than the rest of your team. Teasing too far and being too touchy for comfort. What an ignorant prick. 

It was irritating just thinking about him. 

Watching his ‘unique’ hair toss back, dye a colorful green, and flaunt it like it’s the most amazing thing. Oh, and let’s not forget about the horrible smell of cigarettes. The sharp cologne was worse. 

Gagging was a good way of describing him.

You weren’t hungry. Eating soup at lunch was fulfilling, but you were fulfilling something else. Something more… private. 

Walking into your bedroom, you sluggishly undressed yourself, throwing the dirty clothes onto the floor as you reached for your t-shirt. But you hesitated, stopping in your tracks before, knowing full well you don’t need it. 

It was a long day, and you deserve a treat. A good treat, that’s for sure. 

You flopped on your bed, a sizzling warmth of desire swirling in your stomach. You were unsure where the urge came from, considering that nothing — not even your favorite dildos were in sight to tempt you. 

But it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

The soft comforter tickled your bare legs, making you bite your lips. You snaked your hands up your stomach to your chest, fondling your now-hardened nubs. It sent chills down your spine, but it wasn’t satisfying your needs. 

You reached beside you, unlocking your phone with swift fingers, and began your search; the reliable porn site you used all the time when days were too rough. 

Quickly finding an appealing video, one that you knew would get you off, you pressed it — feeling your thighs clench uncontrollably at the excitement. 

As the video continued, you chewed your lips and snaked your hand underneath your laced underwear; feeling wetness pile. Your head falls back into your pillow, your fingers barely grazing your hole.

You felt your entire body flush. Electricity sends signals down your legs and into your sex. Within seconds, one of your hands went up to fondle your sensitive nipples. Gripping at them, you swirled a finger around your areola. 

Goosebumps rode over you. 

Gasping, you stroked your hole before entering it — slowing the pace as stretching, slight pain came, then quickening it another second later as pleasure and hotness envelops you. 

“Fuck–” you rasped out, pleasure shooting through you and the rope in your abdomen tightening; a clear sign of your closeness. 

Your phone slid beside you, the voices and sounds turning you on more than ever. You quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices in your sex with your two fingers. 

Suddenly, a faint feeling — a sliding, wet object wraps around your ankle, yanking it closer to the edge. Even with your fingers, you were too occupied with wanting to finish. But yet, something else joined in. 

Black tentacles rose from under your bed, connecting to your ankles and going up your body with a weird sensation: a cold, slick but hot touch. It was pleasing. Odd. Enjoyable nevertheless. 

Cursing out, you turned your gaze down towards your bare legs, seeing black tendrils gripping your ankles. Realization hit you like a bat, and you snatched your legs up, scrambling to sit upright. 

But the darkness grew bigger – pooling around your legs, dragging your form down slowly as they gripped your thighs, skin pulling at the sounds of suction cups pulling at them. 

It was pleasant, fulfilling, just like your desire. Despite your racing heart.

It made no sound, but the pressure increased until your legs parted willingly, and you lay back against your pillow. Yet, you let out a surprised gasp – feeling a black tendril immediately coming up and gripping your neck. 

The thick appendage swirled around your face, pulsing in a way as it was leaving a type of sticky substance onto your cheek — It stopped at your mouth, almost asking for consent before forcing it into your parted lips.

You gagged, but mewled as an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body, right under your skin like thunder. 

Cool and insistent, the pleasure seemed to touch you everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Something purred loudly from the blacks of your room. But you couldn’t pay attention to the almost-ancient voice. 

The tentacle in your mouth began to pump slowly, moving further down your throat. You gagged loudly, and when you tried pulling it out, the slick but hot-to-touch skin rose a large growl from the abyss of your room — the sound echoing itself into your very soul. 

You found yourself mewling in seconds. The thick, iridescent tendril between your legs started to tease you; purring loudly, as if it was enjoying your tensed body and gagging state. 

First heat then cold prickled your skin from the inside, all the while the creature remained between your bent legs. 

You knew you should be afraid, yelling for help, but it felt so good. You were so wet.

Then, what felt like a thick, serpentine tongue lapped curiously around your sex, tasting you, before the very tip pressed against your hole and you yelped. That same numbing, tingling, intense hot and cold, almost like when you tasted alcohol for the first time, began to swirl around your hole, tracing the lines of your puffed sex, and finally dipping inside you.

You moaned in pleasure, toes curling, as the creature moved rhythmically in and out of you, licking over your nipples when it pulled out, then returning the pressure to your inner walls until you were dripping and shuddering. 

It seemed to like it when you moaned, pushing deeper and gripping your thighs with its strange, tentacles which joined in your other hole.

“More…” breathed a deep and echoing voice, the walls of your room itself echoing the demand. 

You were stuffed in each way. 

The tentacle in your mouth started to jerk quickly, the tentacle slapping against your chin with every thrust. You moaned, feeling pleasure sweeping through you, you wanted to say more. Please give me more. But you couldn’t. 

Not when you’re stuffed to the brim. 

Spit dribbled down your chin. Numbing your skin as it face-fucked you; the movements becoming uneven, and the creature, somehow, groaning in a non-English language. 

“Such a pretty thing…”

The voice rang in your ears, your throat bulged as a muffled scream erupted from you — feeling pulsing ropes coiling around your arms, legs, and thighs; wrapping each of your limbs tightly and spreading you wider as you rose faster to your needed climax. 

Suddenly, an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body under your skin like electricity. 

And with that, the length, deep-throating you, sent hot strings of fluid down your throat; coating your tongue with salty, but delicious fluid that was entirely making you crazy. 

“Yesss….” came the echoed voice, one tendril tightening around your leg as another was playing with your nipples, “Swallow us whole, pretty human.”

Your eyes were watering, as you swallowed the continuous hot, thick fluid down your tightening throat. You couldn’t breathe, all your holes being used.

Seconds went by, and before you know it, the creature slid itself out of your abused throat — you let out a low-pitched whine, not only at the fact of not finishing, but wanting to continue.

Your struck nerves were going through the roof, and the creature was enjoying it.

“No need to be upset,” the creature cooed, “You’ll soon finish. Just need to prepare for the breeding process, mate.”

The voice hummed as your eyes widened. But, it left with no room for questioning or begging, because when it said that, you were quickly repositioned — you now being on your stomach, face being squished against your pillow, and feeling a rope slithering down your sleek back. Assuring you as to what’s about to come. 

Your heart lurched as you felt something much larger, thicker, took the place of the thin tentacle, the head testing against your entrances until your spine arched, and you moaned loudly against the writhing darkness around you. 

Then, in one brutal motion, it seated itself inside you. 

Its lengths filled you, and something pressed against that spot as its movements crescendoed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

You moaned shamelessly, “Yes–! More!” 

The surrounding air got warmer, the movements behind you slightly rougher as each tentacle took turns — one going in, another going out, and vice versa. 

“All ours.”

The growls it revealed sent shivers into your soul. And you were taking everyone like a whore. 

Pleasure like you’ve never felt before swept through you, and you bit into the sheets, moaning like a good ol’ breeder as drool smeared across your hot skin. Strong, and thick tentacles surrounded your waist, arms, and thighs as it pounded into you faster as it growled loudly. 

And finally, you broke. 

You came with a scream, back arching, hips lifting, and hands gripping the wet sheets. Your body spasmed, the rope in your stomach snapped, and the fire spread along your body; sending you over the edge.

“You take us so well — sooo tight.”

And with that, the creature climaxed — hot, thick, and filling cum filled you to the prim. Many tentacles nuzzle your neck, jaw, and help pull your sweaty hair out of your forehead. 

It purred as the fluid filled you still. You felt the tentacles still pleasuring you, sliding in and out of your spent holes at a tortuously slow speed. Even though you were full, you felt hot liquid dribble down your thighs and onto the bed. 

The creature chuckled, a slimy-like tongue licking your sweat. It seemed to enjoy your taste.

“We promise to provide the best treatment for you – after all, we are not done.”

You didn’t say anything, even though you wanted to. You simply allowed exhaustion to wash over you, claiming you instantly as your eyes fluttered closed. 

The next morning, the birds chirping and the morning light shining in your room, you grunted at your sore body. Still feeling the same hotness as you felt before. At first, you were so sure it had to be a dream.

But as you looked down, seeing circled hickeys stained onto your skin, and the sheets stained with liquid, it proved you wrong.

Before you could get up, and use the bathroom to clean yourself up from the very messy night — you felt a thick appendage wrap around your ankle, yanking you back into the bed. And before you could speak, something beat you to it.

“Didn’t we tell you we are not done? We need you as our personal mate.”

Goosebumps rose, and the very ache inside you throbbed. 

Before long, you were at it again — all your holes used, your ass and main hole used as breeding grounds as your mouth was used as a bucket holder. And yet, you couldn’t ask for more than a perfect thing. 

You couldn’t say anything, your voice was worn out too long ago that you had forgotten. 

And yet, just as you placed your hand on your belly, hours already passed as a small tentacle affectingly swirled against your fingers, you felt your tummy quite larger; a hint of its impregnating grounds already working. 

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Nerdy, quiet boys who get bossy, dirty and rough in private- hi

Oh but what if I forgot to close the door all the way at my hotel? Those locks are too much work to be triffled with. And what if you saw me stumble into my room looking exhausted. And the door never shuts all the way? The lights go out and the room grows silent, but that door...

And what if you push it open and I don't wake up? You slip inside and make sure to carefully shut it this time so that no one sees the treasure you just found. Because there I am, all sprawled out on the bed. Facedown, with my ass slightly raised in the air. Like I was waiting for you to take the bait. I mean, my legs are all spread so maybe I was.

And when you step forward and drag your fingers along my bare leg? I don't wake at all. I had such a long day, surely I won't wake as you enjoy my body. Especially not when you pull back the blanket to reveal that my pretty little cunt is exposed and dripping already. Like I already know what to expect as I sleep peacefully.

And you don't waste anytime after that. Experimentally thrusting a finger inside of me, just to find that I make a soft little whimpering sound as I continue to dream. And when you shove a couple more into me, I let out little moans and rock my hips, but I still don't wake. Not even the sound of your belt hitting the floor has me stirring, nor the sensation of your cock brushing against my folds. No, I'm dead asleep even as you thrust inside me and bury yourself.

No matter your grunts and groans as you take your time fucking me as roughly as you can, I'm still sleeping through it. Though there is a blissful smile on my face when you bottom out and empty yourself inside of me. And as you realize that, you drag your fingers along my back. Pulling out to watch your cum begin to slip out of me before you begin to fuck it back in. Grinning when I just wiggle my hips back at you. And so you give me exactly what I want. Fucking your cum back into me, load after load. Until finally, you're sated. And I'm bound to be sore in the morning.

You stop on your way out to grab the spare copy of my keycard. Surely I won't notice. And the suitcase I brought in with me is enough clothes for a week, so you'll have plenty of time to enjoy my body in every way you'd like

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Fuck, I'd love for that tonight. Someone send me filthy messages for me to wake up to please

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Here’s a treat for you Caleb Zayne and Sylus enjoyers <3

General Need w all of em WHAT WHO SAID THAT

Caleb

Good morning😋 .•*•. nyam!😋 .•*•. obviously he’s going to fuck you in his fucking Lamborghini Lanzador .•*•. he’s begging u to stop but you’re a brat .•*•. yeah .•*•. lazy day .•*•. Arm around neck 😋 .•*•. Very much a boobs guy.

Zayne

He’s using it as lube atp .•*•. his favourite thing to do <3 .•*•. he does it for his pleasure ngl .•*•. massage therapy. .•*•. Touchy. .•*•. I saw ice cube. Blacked out. .•*•. Slow .•*•. def his favourite thing to do

Sylus

Size kink😋 .•*•. cuffed .•*•. he’s so big it’s unreal 🥴 .•*•. sloooowwwww .•*•. ur so small compared to him :( .•*•. he low key likes being tied up 😉 .•*•. he lets u take control sometimes :) .•*•. Oh he likes that after a long day😋

BONUS

Zayne+Caleb/Sylus (because sharing is caring <3) (I got too lazy to title them soz)

2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7

Man of the decade

𝑗𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑖.

sleepy jungkook by @onlyswan

go to town by @jeong-gukk

two for the show by @ki-yomii

theres no way by @redjoonie

not in the way you think by @jungkookstatts

puzzle by @kimvvantae

two point five by @bratkook

our not so secret secret by @thvhoe

WILD THOUGHTS by @sxtaep

just desserts by @aseaofyoongi

colour me in by @taegularities

practice by @chryblossomjjk

KISS ME MORE by @gimmethatagustd

oranger by @jeonqkooks

nobody by @whatifyoulivelikethat

just to study

sleepyhead

by @jkstompers

new perfume by @just4koo

the five year plan by @jknoah

My good boy!! ^_^ .•˖*⑅♡

megumi...

what megumi looks like... in my head ~ ❤️

~this is only a collection of personal headcanons and how i imagine him, feel free to use your own imagination~

age: 27 [in most of my fics i write him at this age, unless specified eg. "college au"]

height: 6 ft. 2

build: muscular and toned. not slim or super bulky, somewhere in the middle, with broad chest and shoulders. his collar bones and hip bones are prominent but he doesn't have a bony bum. his neck, wrists and hands are elegant (not feminine).

style ✨

anything black

his favourite belt is sturdy, black leather

baggy jumpers/sweaters/hoodies

tight shirts [compression shirts for gym]

jeans

boots, big trainers/sneakers- old vans

minimal silver jewellery

at home; sleepy, quiet, listening to music or reading

hair; messy and untamed. if he steps out of the shower without blow-drying, it flicks all over the place naturally. he gave up trying to tame it with product and he doesn't like how it looks when he blow-dries: it hangs down over his face like Toji's. his body hair is dense and coarse. keeps everything neat and trimmed

physique; he went hard in training... athletic muscle. he does full body workouts including weights, cardio, martial arts, and weapons training. perfectly proportioned body, waist dips in just above the hips, pretty vascular (blue veins, pale skin), muscular and round ass

face; usually frowning, often grimacing, rarely smiling. perfect eyebrows (only has to pluck a few hairs from the middle every now and again). shaves daily, hates stubble

eyes and eyelashes... like no other

with his girl; he is big, possessive and intense. he can easily throw you around, lift you and hold both of your wrists in one hand

-`♡´- yuma uchida -`♡´-

audio 1: just breathing

audio 2: i'm seriously going to punch him next time

18+ megumi smut !!