Mmmm⊠tentacle monster roommate sounds so good right nowâŠ
You originally put out the ad because you needed someone to help with the rent, but the last thing you had expected was a monster showing up at your front door.
They arenât even humanoid shapedâŠ. just a sea, a land mass of a monster that filled up your living room the first time you both met.
âUh⊠you want to be my roommate..? Why..? This apartment isnât really⊠spaciousâŠâ you mumble with concern as you see their tentacles slowly slithering and undulating around every crevice, crack and corner as it get familiar with my space.
âIt is not a problem⊠I work best in cramped spaces⊠besides, I would not be here for the square footage..â the creature jests in a deep rumble that seemed too tender for the underlying power in each tendril.
You smile at their joke, cute, you hum to yourself, âOh really, Iâm disappointed then, I have so much to share with youâŠâ you tease back gently.
Your heart picks up as you hear their laughter ring in your ears for the first time, raw, unguarded, and accepting while the tendrils shiver with an ancient weight that promised safety and protection.
âOh little human⊠you intrigue me⊠please, show me around if youâd be so kind..â they proposed with a slight groan in their tone. Of course you show them around, but itâs hard to tell how they feel when they have no face, even though you had sensed their tentacles relax and slither closer to youâŠ
Months later theyâre your permanent roommate, and life is⊠pretty amazing with them.
They arenât invasive and genuinely kind, always helping you out, whether itâs making food, cleaning the apartment, talking about our days, doing the small things to make us closer and happier in our space together.
The banter is always easy when youâre with them, you both just mesh so well together, and you had thought you knew themâŠ
Until you catch them⊠painting..?
You slowly peek behind their mass of tentacles to see them painting on a canvas. Itâs a painting of a small boat in a large open ocean. Every stroke of the paint brushes their holding adds more and more depth to the painting, making the base colors pop with movement and texture that makes you feel like you can almost smell the salt of the sea.
With every passing moment the boat seems to get smaller and smaller optically, truly capturing how tiny a single vessel is compared to the expanse of the ocean.
The boat seems like itâs moving as well as their tentacles somehow add movement to their cloudy sky, making the entire thing feel more like a dream or a distant memory brought back to life.
You get so wrapped up in their artistry you donât even realize their tentacles gently wrapping around my waist as they pull me closer to look at their process. Itâs a simple, silent moment as they slowly cuddle me close as you watch them make the canvas a dream come to life.
Silently, you accept their cuddle and melt into them as you watch them finish their painting, smiling softly as you look all over the canvas and at all the small, finer details. Your heart is slow and calm while they lazily rub your back and surround you in their warm tentacles.
âItâs so.. daring, the movement, the perspectives, the angles, the colorâŠ. I didnât even know you could drawâŠ. Much less paintâŠâ You admit softly, breaking the gentle silence humming in between you both.
âYou never asked, tiny human⊠yes⊠I do paint⊠itâs my hobbyâŠ.â They hum, their quiet grumbles emanating from their mass only makes you more comfortable.
ââŠdo you always draw the ocean..? Or nature..?â You muse curiously as you look at them, a shiver runs down your spine as a tentacle slowly cups both your cheeks, and a wave of tranquility clouds your mind as the tentacles produce a muddled chuckle.
âNo little human⊠I also draw portraits⊠especially of tiny, delightfully tantalizing things, such as yourselfâŠâ they disclose, and you can feel a burning sensation rising within you.
âSo you want to paint me..?â You humor playfully, but you canât help how your nerves tingle as their tentacles shift closer to you, draw in your senses, even your very breath.
âHmmm⊠well thatâs not the question is it..? Ask again, I believe in you.â They croon, a breath catches in your throat as a broken whimper escapes, and while your knees weaken and your mind spins, you canât help but notice how good it feels to have their attention, their touch on yours.
âCan you paint me..? Please..?â You babble weakly, shivers running down your spine as they let out a gravely chuckle.
âNo⊠be a sweet little human and ask the proper questionâŠâ They demand in a deep purr, and before you know it, youâre sluggishly sinking down onto your knees in front of them, brain barely able to keep up as it gets unbearably dizzy with serotonin.
âPlease make me your muse⊠pretty please sir.. please?â You whimper softly, eyes wide before they roll back as tentacles rub against your cheeks and spine in a silent praise, drool slowly spilling out of your parted lips as the tentacles wrap tighter around your body and slowly tie you up and suspend your in the air.
âThere she is⊠thatâs a good little muse⊠now, look at me while I make you my exquisite, deathless creation of my own volitionâŠâ They command tenderly, and you nod instantly.
You canât understand why this is happening, but it just feels too good to fight, with eyes wide and empty as their every praise provokes a visible squirm out of you. Your chest glistening with fallen saliva as your mind is clouded with delirium while they paint you in such a vulnerable state.
How could you ever help it, you just wanted to be a good muse! And good muses always stay still and conform to any ditsy position while the artist makes a masterpiece out of them. And what a good little muse you are, just looking like the perfect little doll to bring your tentacle monster all the inspiration they need!
Not that you would mind, how could you when you have so much attention on you? When youâre cuddled and tied up in a sea of warm tentacles? When youâre under the intense gaze of such an artist..? When multiple tiny tentacles entered into your brain through your ears while you were watching them work and are now slowly fucking your mind dumb so you can be the perfect muse you were meant to be..? Reduced to drooling, empty headed angel, addicted praise and worship while your roommate makes you into their perfect paintings.
âBecause of you, I know no bounds. I have succumbed to my greed willingly, for you have roused my entire soul. You have woken my mind so noxiously that there is nothing left for me, but to hold you, my afflatus, and make you into my art.â
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