well in that case…*rubs hands together manically* how about fem Tamaki x reader, s/o watches and encourages while Tamaki gets herself off using her tentacle fingers?

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I can honestly say that in the 20+ years I’ve been alive that I never expected to be asked to write tentacle porn…but I don’t mind ??

I had my friend (aka my resident expert on tentacle porn) read this over to make sure I did a decent job lol I hope you enjoy!!

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Tamaki thought that her partner wanted to spar after diner, hence why they made her takoyaki for diner and asked her to activate her quirk. She expected them to go out to the backyard, where there was space to fight without the fear of breaking anything important. After all, that’s what they did multiple times a week. It was both fun to be able to fight with the person she loves and it helped them both, giving them extra, leisurely training.

What she did not expect was for (name) to stop her from going outside, instead leading her to their bedroom. She was confused at first, confusion only growing when her partner quite literally ripped her clothes off and immediately started to suck marks on her neck. She went to deactivate her quirk, carding a hand through her partner’s hair, moaning when they bit down on the sensitive spot just below her ear. She felt their hands dig into her hips, pushing her backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed. They separated as she fell backwards, bouncing as her back hit the mattress. Her partner stood over her with a glint in their eye.

“Reactivate your quirk, Suneater.”

She shivered at the use of her hero name, blushing and looking to the side. “W-why?”

“I think you know why.”

“I-I can’t…it’s too embarrassing.” Her face grew hotter, the tips of her ears turning crimson at the image that popped in her mind. She felt the bed dip, looking up and seeing (name) leaning over her and getting closer until their lips barely brushed her own.

“I bet you’ll look stunning fucking yourself,” they whispered against her lips, feeling a shaky breath on their skin. They smirked when they felt Tamaki try to lean up and connect their lips, backing away before she could. “Not yet, love. I want to see you play with your tentacles first and they I’ll give you a reward.”

Tamaki watched as her partner moved off the bed and over to the chair in the corner of the room. She took a deep breath when she saw the other look at her expectantly, closing her eyes as she activated her quirk, hand and fingers replaced by four long, thick tentacles. She cracked her eyes open, locking her gaze with her partner’s as she felt the tentacles slither down her chest, gasping when she made two of them squeeze her breasts and run over her nipples lightly. She continued to move them lower, leaving a slick trail down the front of her abdomen.

She held in a breath when her tentacles reached her pelvis, pausing slightly.

“It’s okay, Tamaki. You can do this,” she heard her partner say, voice shaking from anticipation.

She nodded slightly, letting out her breath before spreading her legs wide and sliding a tentacle down. She hissed at the cold sensation, stilling the tentacle to get used to both the temperature and slimy texture of the appendage. After a few moments, she started to move again, rubbing her clit and folds with the tentacles, surprisingly finding pleasure in the experience. She groaned, rubbing herself faster, feeling her own wetness mix with the slime from the tentacles, filling the room with lewd sounds.

“God, you look so great like that, Tama.” She threw her head back at the praise, moaning loudly when she rubbed at her entrance with a tentacle. Her breathing became more labored as she lifted her head back up, staring at her partner while pushing the tentacle into her hole slowly, panting and moaning at the feeling of being full. The other tentacle never stopped rubbing her clit, so the sensation from both stimulation made her more aroused than she thought she would be. The tentacle’s girth became thicker the deeper she pushed it, stretching her wide. She could feel the tentacle twitch and move inside of her, rubbing at her walls and making her moan.

She heard the sound of a zipper coming undone, watching as her partner slipped a hand into their pants to pleasure themselves at the sight, words of encouragement flowing out of their mouth. She slowly pulled the tentacle out before thrusting it back into her, deeper than it had been and moaning at the burn of the new stretch. She continued to fuck her hole while simultaneously rubbing her clit and squeezing her boobs. She could feel heat pool in her abdomen, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling and urging her to pump herself faster, moans getting louder with each passing moment.

“I-I’m so cl-lose ahh” she closed her eyes, gripping the sheet with her free hand until her knuckles turned white, not slowing down her ministrations.

“You’re doing so good, Tama. Come for me.”

“(Name)!” she shouted as she came, tentacles continued moving through her completion. She came down from her high, panting harshly and deactivating her quirk after removing the tentacles from her hole, whining at the empty feeling. She felt the bed dip, cracking her eyes open to see her partner, now nude, hovering over her. They leaned down, finally connecting their lips in a searing kiss, causing Tamaki to become even more breathless.

“Now for your reward.”