Request: Hi! I was thinking like: some creature with tentacles with a breeding kink + oviposition/oviposition kink, from both creature and reader. I can't think of a specific creature though. So if you would want to take some creative liberties with that, go ahead.
Fully bred
Tentacle-monster x fem!reader || breeding, oviposition, (light) dom/sub, tentacles, (light) praise kink, (light) size kink, (very light) bondage with tentacles
It all started as a joke.
You were playing around, pushing each other, a bit of wrestling here and there and it got heated. Like it always did. Every time you started anything remotely playful with your shadow monster boyfriend, his tentacles always ended in the wrong correct place, and with you squirming under his shadows.
And then, out of the blue, he pinned you down, all extremities held to the ground while you squirmed under him, panting. He leaned down, foreheads touching and wandering tentacles rubbing your inner thighs, without touching where you needed him most.
âWhat are you-â I let out before one of his tentacles covered my mouth. You licked it, much to his amusement.
âYou are asking for it. You look like you want to be fucked and bred so bad it makes you look stupid.â And instead of the smart remark he was trying to get out of you, when you opened your mouth the only thing that escaped was a broken moan and a plea. His eyes turned comically wide, and he laughed, completely joyous. âOkay⊠I see. We can do that,â he said, kissing the tip of your nose and releasing you.
Your face was burning, and your whole body felt too tight, like you were about to explode. But instead of doing anything about it, your stupid tentacle-monster boyfriend just pulled you to the sofa and curled around you in the most awkward cuddling ever.
And he didnât say anything about it anymore. But you didnât either, too embarrassed to bring it up even if the idea didnât leave your mind. Being filled up, being bred⊠It was constantly on your mind thanks to him.
Until now. Until his tentacles are playing with your body and you are squirming under him while he tries really hard to drive you completely insane. Thereâs tentacles everywhere, groping, caressing, pressing⊠You are gasping for air and trying to get him where you want him most, which heâs clearly ignoring on purpose.
And then he opens his mouth, and your brain short-circuits completely. âDo you want to be bred? Do you want them, darling? Do you want to be stuffed full of my eggs? You are going to be such a pretty carrier. Your stomach all full of eggs, getting bigger and bigger, always full of me.â His words are filthy, and your pussy feels suddenly very empty.
You want that more than you want your next breath. âYe- Yes. Fuck, yes,â you stutter, trying to move under him, and failing. Heâs too big over you, his body and tentacles everywhere.
He growls, his nose pressed to yours, eyes locked while he speaks very slowly: âTell me. Tell me you want it.â Itâs an order, and you take it like that.
âI want to be bred. I want your eggs. Please, please, fill me. Fill me to the brim,â you beg, needy and desperate. You want. You need it. The idea of being full of him is making your head fuzzy.
âSuch a good girl when you want to be, arenât you?â He huffs, amused, pushing back until heâs looming over you and his hand disappears until heâs rubbing his mating tentacle over your dripping pussy. âYou ready for me, then?â You nod fervently and he smirks.
He positions himself against your opening, and you gasp when he pushes inside in one hard thrust. Youâre dripping wet after the dirty talk and teasing, so itâs not a struggle, but he still feels incredibly massive inside of you.
He doesnât give you time to adapt, fucking you fast and hard, rough and raw, until your eyesight is whiting out and you are gasping for air with each thrust. Heâs hitting your G-spot like a pro, rushing your orgasm like a waterfall on your senses.
But before you can come, before you can do anything but ride the pleasure of his tentacle inside of you and his other tentacles playing your body like an instrument, he opens his mouth again and everything you ever wanted is right there for you to take: âYou still want them? You still want my eggs?â
Your answer is a high-pitched: âYES!â
And then you feel it.
You feel his dick expanding inside of you, like heâs forming a knot. But a knot that moves, pushing up and up and up your channel, pressing just right against all your sensitive spots and driving you insane with pleasure.
Itâs a struggle to force it past your cervix, but when it does, you let out a moan so loud he has to cover your mouth. It feels⊠weird. But weird good. Weird fucking incredible. Your brain is swimming in an indescribable pleasure while he pushes another one inside of you.
And another.
And another.
Until your lower tummy is bulging, and heâs looking blissed out over you. And meanwhile he doesnât stop praising you, telling you how good you are, how well you are doing it, how wonderful it feels to fill you to the brim. To breed you so completely.
You are in the seventh heaven. And when one of his tentacles latches to your clit and starts rubbing, your whole body lights up like a fucking supernova. You open your mouth in a silent scream, or maybe you are being very loud and you are incapable of hearing yourself over the ringing of your ears when the most amazing orgasm of your life takes over your body like a tidal wave against the coast.
It takes you a long while to come back to yourself, and when you do, you find your tentacle-monster boyfriend looking down at you with the biggest grin on his face.
âYou did so well, you are so full of me, such a good carrier for my eggs,â he whispers and you moan. He chuckles at your response, teasing your pussy with the tip of one of his tentacles, making you flinch. âToo much?â You nod, unable to form words just yet. âTheyâll dissolve soon enough and youâd be dripping with my come like the good girl wanted to be, fully bred.â
You close your eyes with a groan, his words too much, but they make your pussy twitch again. Heâs going to be the death of you.
Thinking about sitting at my desk, minding my own business when the very neglected house plant behind me starts rapidly growing and coming to life. Unaware as it quickly takes up half of the room with squirming, vine-like tentacles. I flinch as I feel thick vines start to wrap around my legs, binding me to my chair, panicking as they continue up my torso and around my neck making me unable to look around. "W-what's going on? What are you-- ah!" I arch as I feel something press against my lower back through the gap in the chair, an incredibly big tentacle, bigger than my leg, with a fat, sap dripping cock head wedges its way under me and settles between my legs, pressing right up against my crotch. The vines wrapped around me pull me down as the larger one starts sliding back and forth, grinding harshly against me and spilling sap all over the chair. They lift up my shirt to allow two tentacles to suction onto my nipples, the insides wet and swirling around like a tongue. I bite my lip as my eyes start to water from all of the unbearable pressure. It feels like torture as they push and pull as hard as they can and I'm left gasping. "F-fuck-- aHh. Stop iT."
The tentacle under me pulls back enough to be right under my hole before curving up and pushing against me. Swirling around and wetting my pants with sap, obviously trying to penetrate me with no luck due to the chair and my clothes being in the way. A few vines worm into the legs of my pants and stretch them until they rip from my body, the tentacle cock getting back to business. It moves from side to side, circling around my hole while pushing up. Harder and harder until my body relaxes for a quick second and the huge head pops in all at once. I scream as it fills me to the brim and begins thrusting, lifting me from the chair and smacking back down against it with each pump, strings of sap connecting to my thighs.
Some smaller vines slip into my mouth and play around with my tongue, more tightly wrapping around my cock. I'm left gargling and crying as everything overwhelms my body and the vines continue to fill the room. Maybe if I took better care of my plants they'd be a little nicer on me.
In celebration of my previous plant post hitting 400 notes, Iâm back at it again with the horny plant thoughts. (Read the first ones here.)
This time with some more aggressive plant monsters. The kinds that chase you through crowded jungles and use every limb at their disposal to catch you. One trip over a branch, turning your head back to look one time, make any mistake and youâre done for. Youâre caught. Thick vines wrapping around your body and dragging you back to the heart of the plant with urgency. Itâs just following what nature has programmed it to do, its vision now tunneled as soon as it spotted you, such an easy and vulnerable prey. Â
Hovering over what you can assume to be the head of the plant, a massive flower bud surrounded by a ridiculous amount of vines coming from the base, the vines rearrange and spread you out lewdly before the massive plant. Arms secured above your head and legs parted, surrounded completely by unruly, tentacle like vines that randomly poke and grope your body. Almost like theyâre inspecting you.
The ground rumbles and your heart drops to your stomach. The budding flower in the center of the plant comes to life, raising from the ground and moving around on a massive stem. It moves towards you and tilts its âheadâ down, the very tip of the flower now facing you as it slowly expands open. The inside of the petals are slick with sap and whatever else you can see inside of it⊠throbs.
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