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Underwater court
Kraken x fem-mermaid!reader || tentacles, underwater sex (technically), mental connection for sexy purposes, (light) dirty talk
You’d been married to the king for a little over a month, and you understood your duties as queen, you knew you have a lot to do and a lot to say. Everyone was expecting you to be perfect and regal, to sit by his side in your own throne and attend his subjects like they were your own. They were your own, you reminded yourself over and over. But it didn’t matter how many times you repeated those words in your head, because you still didn’t believe it.
He chose you, of all the creatures in the ocean, he chose you as his queen and you didn’t know what to do with that information or how to make it so your body wasn’t in constant state of doubt and anxiety.
So when you swam to the throne room and saw him there, looking like a wet dream (pun intended because he was always wet), you had to stop to catch your breath, your grills working overtime. You were frozen there, staring at your king, at your husband, and your hearts were beating like crazy in your chest.
Something must have been clear in your face because next thing he said was: “What’s the matter, my queen?”
“I- Nothing,” you lied. He arched a pointy brow and the side of his lips turned down, worried. “Nothing, I swear. There’s people waiting outside already, we should start,” you told him. You were nervous. You’d held events like that before, but this time felt different, it was the first time you did it together.
“Come here, my queen, let me worship you like you deserve. Take away all the worries that plague your mind,” he let out in a purr. Your body reacted to that tone instantly, your pussy getting wet, your nipples pressing hard against your clam-top.
“But… But court…” You tried to argue, but your heart wasn’t on it. You did want what he was offering. You wanted it really bad.
“They can wait,” his voice was final. “You need a reminder of how precious you are and I’m nothing but compliant when it comes to you,” his tone was reverent and your body was already shivering in anticipation as you swam your way to him.
His tentacles were dancing around his throne and the second you were close enough to reach, one of them was around your middle, pulling you to him until your bodies were flush and you could feel every ridge on his chest against yours. Your breathing became faster and faster when his traveling hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your pointy nipples and sending all kinds of hotness down your body, your brain already fuzzy with desire for your king.
That was what surprised you most, how caring and loving he was, and how much you enjoyed every single touch of his hands and his tentacles. Since your wedding night, you had fucked plenty of times, but every time it was a little bit better, a little bit hotter, and your body burned with pleasure to the point you feared the water around you two would start boiling.
But it never did.
And you didn’t stop wanting more. Craving more. Craving him every second of every day. He could ignite your insides with just a look, sending lewd images to your brain that had you panting in the middle of dinner. You hated (but secretly loved) that he could send you mental images now that you were bonded, it was awful (incredible) to have him send a perfectly clear picture of your pussy spread around his tentacles while your eyes rolled back into your head… It always made your pussy so wet to see yourself so needy through his eyes.
“Come back to me, my queen, I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” he told you, his fangs gracing your throat and making you moan. “Are you going to be a good queen for me and take my tentacles? Or do you prefer my tongue, little vixen?” You blushed at the mental images he sent.
“Anything, everything,” you whimpered, your nails dragging across his back and making him grunt.
His tentacles pulled you closer to him, some of them traveling down your back, holding you tight as one of them found your welcoming and wet opening. “You are so wet, my queen.” You whimpered again, rolling your hips, your tail thrashing. “Are you going to be a good little siren and take my whole mating tentacle, do you want that?” His voice was so low and dirty that you couldn’t process words, only being able to groan and nod fervently. “Of course you are. You are my queen after all, the perfect queen for me.”
And then he was entering you, slowly at first but rapidly filling you more and more, until your slit was contracting around his tentacles and one of his suckers latched into your special pleasure point inside. The first hard suck sent you to the stratosphere, your body shaking as one hard orgasm rocked your body and he chuckled.
“So easy to please my queen… But I’m not done with you, I’d never be done with you,” his voice sounds like a promise.
When his tentacle pulled out and back inside, you screamed his name, forgetting about the people waiting outside, forgetting about anything around you as he fucked you like a machine. You couldn’t say anything else as the only sounds that left your mouth were pleas and brutal sounds that felt like his name but maybe weren’t. But it was so good, so incredibly good…
Your eyes closed as his mouth found the pointy tips of your ears. He knew how sensitive they were, and he exploited it to the best of his capability, sending shivers of pleasure to your brain to the point you could barely hold a coherent thought that wasn’t his name, his face, his tentacles inside of you.
“Are you close again, my queen? Are you going to give yourself fully to me again?” You moaned, rocking your hips against his tentacle, trying to get more friction, urging him faster, harder. “Of course you are, such a good queen for me, the perfect queen. Come for me little siren. NOW.”
His order was accompanied by images of your body writhing in pleasure, his tentacles wrapped around you and buried so deep you could feel and see at the same time. The combination of sensations so great that you couldn’t hold back the scream that erupted from your lips as he grunted his appreciation and released deep inside your welcoming body.
You came back to a self satisfied king in front of you, his eyes joyful as he looked down at you with affection. “You did so good, my queen. Always so good for me… Do you want to see the subjects now or do you want to see the inside of our chambers as I pound you again?” His tone lowered at the second part of the offer, sending aftershocks of pleasure down your back.
“We shouldn’t…” You tried to argue without much effort.
“Such a good queen for our people, too… But you forget something, my queen.” He paused dramatically, making you smile. “You are mine before you are theirs, and I tend to be very possessive of what’s mine…” His growl at the end was enough to know what he already decided.
Waking up to the sound of deep grunts and resounding moans coming from your monster s/o who is feverishly feasting on your wet pussy. Pleasure warms your body, as you feel slick gushing out of your cunt, making you moan audibly. Once they realize, you've woken up, they begin to babble excuses as to why they needed to taste you.
“You were moaning in your sleep, and y-you smelled soo fucking good. I-I couldn't stand seeing you like that! Mmm- wanted to help you.”
Just imagine coming home after a long day and lying down in bed, tentacles creeping out from underneath and slithering onto the sheets
imagine them gently stroking your face and rubbing your skin as they strip you, just encouraging you to relax as all your clothes are peeled away, massaging all your sore spots while one of them imitates oral on you and even feels like a tongue
imagine being licked and stroked and caressed until you cum, and after cleaning you up they settle on or in you depending on what you prefer and keep tenderly pleasuring your body
imagine your pet does this whenever you’re tired after a long day or just need some good old-fashioned tentacle love
Dragon boyfriend who hoards you like his most precious gem. He insists on you wearing only jewlery around him. You dance for him naked as he jerks off, sitting on a throne. He makes you crawl to him, kneeling in front of your monster king. He slowly pushes your head down and you blow him like the eager filthy woman you are. Ravishing every single one of his dick's scales. He cums all over your torso, painting your tits and all the necklaces he made you wear. He gets hard instantly, bending you down and rutting into your pussy until you are crying for mercy, just to fuck you again as he collars your throat, claws extended. His precious little human.
tentacle monster who loves getting between your thighs when you least expect it.
the creature will wait until you're busy around the house when you're bent over to teasingly rub against your hole, slithering all around your crotch but not getting inside.
when you're sitting down to have dinner, it will take advantage of your open legs and once again find its place between them, this time rubbing the tip of the appendage all over your clit and folds getting itself wet from you, or, if you have a dick, start rubbing against the base and then wrap around your entire dick, squeezing but not doing anything. this time it will allow you to grind against it, though, knowing that it will not be enough for you to climax.
Dragon Bf whose horde is filled completely with little human trinkets that other dragons might consider junk. But that’s because it’s not really his horde but yours, his precious mates. Making it instantly better than your typical dragon horde.
While before you came into his life his horde was filled with millions of ancient treasures and precious jewels that were probably priceless artifacts, when you appeared all of that changed. None of it mattered anymore. His treasures were likely desired greatly be museums all over the world but in the blink of an eye everything that he owned became junk.
You were the only thing in his possession worth anything.
Dragon Bf spoiled you endlessly from that moment on, giving into you every time you see something that you want. The home shopping network both hates and loves to see you coming. A few delivery men who make the journey to their cave should be considered family at this point.
Most of all he loves to spoil you in the bedroom. Only allowing you to sleep on the most luxurious and expensive bedding. And breaking it in properly by fucking you into the pile of blankets and pillows till you were a drooling mess was of the most importance. All to ensure your comfort, that’s all. And by the look of it you were more than comfortable on them while he was splitting you apart on his cocks.
Thighs press wide, wet bodies smacking together with a loud plap! plap! plap! Every thrust has his cocks leaking precum into your tight channel of nerves. His roars of pleasure bounce off the cave walls, flashes of fire leaving him as your tight cunt flutters and milks his rigid girths.
He picks up pace, unable to help it when you feel so fucking good around him. Pounding you into the fluffy bedding with abandon his claws grip at them, shredding them to ground himself. Making feathers float around you while he has you feeling like you’re on cloud nine.
He knows he’ll have to replace them soon, breaking those in too by doing this all over again, but all thoughts fly out of his head when your back arches up, plump frame rocking back to meet the brutal snaps of his hips. Slurping up his cocks like the desperate slut you are for them.
Ribbons of syrupy goodness string between your bodies as you fish with arousal, your pussy pulsing and pushing it out only for him to fuck his essence back inside you. Creating a sloppy mess between your thick thighs.
Dragon Bf just swivels his hips, rolling his cocks along your walls, rearranging your guts to make room for the overwhelming full feeling of having him inside you. It was so intense you swear you could hardly breathe. Each thrust punching the air out of you and leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake.
He stares down at you with hearts in his eyes, showering you with praises as he caresses your body with a deep reverence. It’s a dragons job to care for its horde and all he needed was you. All you can do is hold on for dear life as he takes you on a ride that no one else could ever give you.
There’s no doubt that he knows your body almost better than you do and he proves it as he ignites your nerves, talking his angry throbbing tip into your most sensitive spots, and overall works your body over in ways you didn’t even know were possible.
It leaves you helpless to do anything less than following his commands as he growls and orders you to cum for him. His sharp fangs sink into your soft throat the moment your climax wracks through you. Every inch of your body trembles and shakes at the force in which you cum. The intensity has you reeling and wriggling away to try and escape some of the waves of euphoria rolling within you.
Your bf snarls in protest, keeping you firmly against him as he fucks you through your release. His instincts going into overdrive at the thought of you trying to escape. He releases your neck only to murmur hotly in your ear that there is no escape. You’ll never be free of him. You’re his ultimate treasure and he’ll never give you up for anything.
With a jerk of his massive frame he slams his bulging knot right inside your fat pussy, roaring out his pleasure and filling you yo the point where you’re not sure where you end and he begins. Your bodies lock together at that moment, hot streams of his seed flood your convulsing cunt a few seconds later, his orgasm neverending. Filling you up up up to the point your belly distends with it. It sends another mini climax to shock within your fucked out system.
Keeping your bodies locked closely together for his knot he rolls onto what remains of the bedding, his large frame wrapping around you protectively. Some dragons think him insane for selling off his horde for one single treasure.
But he knows that you and your sweet pussy are worth more than all the gold in the entire world.
Your bear hybrid husband, who feels the change of the season down to his bones, is slowly getting ready to hibernate
bear hybrid!husband x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: smut
Your bear hybrid husband, who feels the change of the season down to his bones, is slowly getting ready to hibernate. He still has time; late summer is still in the air, though less and less every day, but he can’t fight his instincts.
He is always eating or snacking. His lips taste like raspberries, plums, or the apple pie you always make this time of year. And you can hear him moving around the house all day, fixing things, making sure you will need nothing once winter comes, and he spends more time asleep than awake. He checks the windows, tests the fireplace, and fills the pantry until it’s overflowing.
And when everything is done…
He makes sure you are taken care of, too.
You barely make it out of the shower, and he is already on you, hauling you into his arms like you weigh nothing, and tossing you down onto the bed he just covered with a fresh pile of blankets.
Your bear hybrid is big and heavy, all muscle and softness and heat as he climbs over you. "Gotta fill you up," he mutters mostly to himself while spreading your thighs apart. "Can’t sleep right unless my baby is taken care of."
You’re still damp when he lines up, his cock thick and throbbing. He sinks in slowly, stretching you until you gasp and cling to him tighter.
"Mmm, fuck, that’s it. Gotta make sure my little wife is bred and full while I nap the cold away."
Each heavy roll of his hips grinds deep inside your fluttering pussy. His big hands pin your wrists above your head, and his mouth drags lazy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
"That’s my girl. So soft, so warm. Made for this. Fuckin’ made to take my load and keep me sane through the cold."
Your legs lock around his waist, and your nails drag over his back as his thrusts pick up just enough to make your back arch with every push.
His growl deepens when your body tightens around him. "That’s it, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. All of you. Don’t want you needin’ a single thing." His hand slides between your bodies, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple before squeezing possessively. "Gonna have you tucked up against me, belly full, cunt full."
When he finally cums, his growl rumbles through your own shaking body.
Minutes pass. He still doesn’t pull out. His breath is warm against your throat, his heartbeat steady and heavy against your chest. The weight of him presses you into the blankets.
His voice comes low and thick, already half-asleep. "Not lettin’ go ‘til spring."
bear hybrid!husband x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: smut
More bear hybrid husband:
Your bear hybrid husband, who feels the change of the season down to his bones, is slowly getting ready to hibernate
Late autumn chill presses against the windows, but inside your shared home, everything is heavy with warmth. Your bear hybrid husband sleeps like the world outside doesn't even exist. He is like a mountain under the blankets. The bed is a mess of plush, cotton, and flannel, and at the very center of it, him. Stretched out and snoring.
You had breakfast together. Your husband cooked, you cleaned, and when all was well and done, he hummed something soft and affectionate into the curve of your neck, and like clockwork, he shuffled back into the bedroom.
And now, here you are, restless.
Aching.
You slip beneath the covers. It's dark and warm and smells like him. Like pine and the faint sweetness of the honey he dripped into his morning tea. He doesn't wake up when you settle down between his legs. He doesn't even stir when you run your hands over his thick, hairy thighs. You massage the relaxed muscles and creep higher. And when you finally wrap your fingers around him, he swells quickly. His cock thickens as you trace lazy circles just under the tip. You coax him into hardness while listening to his muffled huffs and puffs through the blanket covering both of you. Then, you dip down, taking him into your mouth. You lick broad, wet stripes along his length, sucking him. He twitches on your tongue, and you keep going until he is hard and leaking, spit and precum slicking your lips.
And he is still asleep.
Slowly and carefully, you crawl up on his body. The blanket falls from your back onto his thighs in a wrinkled heap. You straddle his hips, eyes roaming over his large frame from his long, fluttering lashes, coarse beard down to the hair across his chest, following the path to his soft tummy. Your thighs tremble as you let yourself settle over his length. Your pussy, already soaked, smears along his cock. The swollen, pink tip rubs over your clit, slides through your folds, and by the time he is soaked in your essence and you angle him just right, you are already panting with anticipation.
When you finally sink down and take him inch by inch, his eyes crack open. A lazy grin curls on his lips as he feels you clench down around him, and his chest rumbles groggily when he speaks. "Mmmh, my sweet thing," he rasps, rough from sleep. "Couldn’t wait for me to wake up, huh? Had to come sit on my cock?"
You whimper and roll your hips until your clit rubs against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and he just chuckles. The low, pleased sound vibrates along your spine.
"Look at you," he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he watches you ride him. "So needy. My sweet little wife- Fuck! So full of me. Gods, you’re drippin' all over me, soaking me through. You like that? Waking me up by stuffing yourself on my cock? Such a greedy thing." Your pussy flutters around him with each word that leaves his mouth. "Fuck, that’s perfect."
His large hands settle on your hips, kneading but not taking the reins. He lets you set the pace and use him to your own pleasure while his dark eyes linger on your face, then travels down where his cock disappears in your warm, wet hole stretched wide around him.
"That’s it… Take it, baby. Nice and slow. Oh, fuck, you’re squeezin' me so tight. Damn-" Every snap of your hips makes his cock drag against your walls, and every drag has his voice slip into a deep, rumbling growl. "Bouncing so good, love, pussy drooling down my balls."
His cock fills you perfectly, and you fuck yourself on him like that, slow and wet and needy. Your nails dig and crawl across his chest as your orgasm rips through you in a pulsing rush that leaves you gasping.
"Yeah, that’s my good girl. Milk my cock. Take what you need," he growls, hips snapping up into you once, twice, his cock jerking as he spills deep inside you, hot and thick. It's so much it leaks and runs down his cock.
You are both still, catching your breath when he reaches up and pulls you down against his chest with a satisfied hum. He rolls lazily, tucking you close while his cock is still inside you, throbbing with the aftermath of his own orgasm.
He presses his face into your neck, beard scratchy, and murmurs, "Hm, gonna put right back to sleep like this, aren’t you? Keeping me nice and warm while I sleep."
Outside, the world is cold. Inside, you are pressed against him, still wrapped around him, and everything smells like pine and sweat and sex.
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