You are the town's newest fisherman, following an advert you found in a discarded newspaper. The mayor welcomed you with open arms, yet you could sense the peculiar quietness coming from the rest of the locals.
The lighthouse keeper was the first to clue you in. An old, raggedy woman, she had greeted you in a rather unexpected way: Don't end up like the last one. The waters, she said, harbored monsters beyond your comprehension. You were to do your job and nothing more if you didn't want to succumb to the madness.
Despite the warnings, however, you've somehow never encountered the terrors supposedly lurking the open sea. You've sailed long after sunset, searched the depths of the foggy mangroves, ventured into the narrow passages of the cursed cliffs. There was no colossal serpent, no alien beast whispering forbidden secrets into your ears, no great fish swallowing your humble trawler whole.
That's not to say you haven't witnessed the outcome to these legends. You've stumbled upon fishing boats torn apart by foreign claws, stranded men muttering about a leviathan who will bring forth destruction. You've stared down the basin where every living creature vanishes: enormous tendrils peeking from the depths, faint, glowing eyes observing you with interest.
"Here's the relic you asked for," you say, extending the necklace you dredged out of the dark waters.
The collector inspects it with a smile.
"You haven't encountered any...obstacles, I hope," he suggests.
"None at all. Peaceful as always," you hum, receiving your payment.
With a nod, you leave. The man takes a moment to follow your movements, then turns to an eerie statue decorating his desk; a monstrous creature with many tentacles and eyes alike.
"I still don't get why you've chosen that human," he wonders out loud.
For his Lord to go out of his way, guarding you without rest, ordering the unholy beasts to keep their distance from you...He's certainly never witnessed it before. It almost resembles a doting husband looking after the spouse.
Nonsense. The abyssal fiend would never fall for a mere human like you, most certainly. It couldn't possibly...hmmm. He grimaces at the thought.
Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader - Warnings: I know this is very rare for me, but it's basically fluff.
Theon Greyjoy fell in love with you when you were only children. There's nothing a woman's love can't heal, if not a broken man's heart.
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His little ladybug.
Because you weren’t a wolf, no matter how much Stark blood ran through your veins.
No, you...
You were his little bug. With great emphasis on his. And wasn't he the luckiest man alive?
Theon was a complicated man, and he knew it well. The way he sometimes snapped at the hand that fed him, or the coldness that occasionally emanated from him for no real reason - those were signs enough.
He simply wasn’t a Stark. It wasn’t in his nature to be noble. He didn’t know how to give his life for someone else. Selflessness was not one of his strengths. No, people didn’t look up to him - not even half as much as they adored Robb.
He didn’t want to resent him. No, he truly didn’t. Robb was his best friend, and in all that chaos, something like a brother to him.
Until, of course, he wasn’t anymore.
But Theon didn’t want to think about any of that—not now.
Not when you were there.
He tried to place his steps as quietly as possible, climbing through the frosty thicket without making a sound. He could already hear it - or so he hoped - your laughter, your mischievous grin, you.
Carefully, he slid down the frozen slope the way he did every day. Every day at the same hour, you would be out searching for wild roses. It was adorable, really, how you could devote so much time to something others thought utterly foolish. Not even Sansa bothered to go into the woods to dig for flowers - and she loved everything beautiful.
But you, you were different. You were never afraid to dirty your hands or crawl through the mud on all fours. You had always followed your own mind, no matter how others looked at you for it. Your family’s opinion mattered to you, of course—but your family supported you in nearly everything. Sometimes your mother would remark that you should care more about things that might actually help you in life, but whenever she said it, it was with a motherly smile and a loving kiss to your forehead.
Your father, who could be so grave and serious, always smiled when you brought him a new flower and cheerfully explained, This is the gerbera. It stands for friendship.
Your brothers wanted to protect that light of yours, and your sisters were glad to see it shine. Even Arya, who rarely cared for flowers or anything of the sort, couldn’t help but smile whenever you tucked a daisy behind her ear and declared, she was the prettiest sword in Westeros.
Yes, you were special.
Your light shone bright enough to illuminate all of Winterfell. Your smile was infectuous, your laughter a melody. And when winter grew too cold - when your light began to dim, because honestly, who is joyful all the time? - everyone in the castle could feel it.
Because as brightly as your joy could shine, your sadness could extinguish every spark of warmth and happiness left in the North.
No one called you strange or different.
No, you were special.
And Theon Greyjoy was hopelessly in love with you.
He couldn’t quite say when it began.
When he first came to Winterfell, there wasn’t much warmth for him. Your father had taken him as a hostage, though now he so generously called him his ward. He was always kind to Theon, yes - but there was no warmth between them. How could there be, when one simple truth hung over them both: if Balon Greyjoy ever defied the North again, Theon would meet the same fate as all the others Ned Stark had so swiftly executed. It would be your father who took his head.
Your siblings hadn’t known how to treat him at first—until, somehow, he just became part of the family. Robb was closest to him, despite all the things Theon envied him for.
And then there were you.
He remembered thinking, at first, that you were simply not right in the head. While the others were always busy with whatever children did, you were the exception. More than once, he’d seen you sneaking into the woods to feed wild animals. Once, you even brought home a sick bird, hoping to nurse it back to health with milk and love. Your parents had disapproved - how were you ever to learn that life wasn’t always full of joy and kindness? - but after much pleading, they relented. It was hard, nearly impossible, to deny you anything.
You did everything you could - so much - and yet, after a long struggle, your bird died. You cried and cried for weeks.
Back then, Theon thought there was something wrong with you. He couldn’t understand why everyone was so patient, why your family seemed to grant you every wish. Didn’t you know life wasn’t some happy story? People died. Others were torn from their parents. How could you cry so much over a stupid bird? He had no sympathy for you – it made him angry, even.
But one evening, Theon came to understand the magic that surrounded you.
He’d had a terrible fight with Robb - he couldn’t even remember what it had been about. They were so young then, it was probably something foolish, a boyish quarrel. But Robb, usually so kind and warm, had finally snapped and said, “Your opinion doesn’t matter, for you’re not part of this family.”
Theon ran into the woods. He didn’t want anyone to see how hurt he was - but he was hurt. He knew it already, of course - he knew he was a Greyjoy, not a Stark - that he came from there, not here. But did they have to throw it in his face like that? He had spent months among them - playing with Robb, training with Jon, carrying Arya on his shoulders.
But it meant nothing. Because he wasn’t one of them.
So, he ran, and ran, and ran - until he found himself deep in the forest. He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t care. They couldn’t see him like this. They mustn’t.
And yet, all he wished for was that someone would come after him.
But no one would risk their peace or comfort for the stranger boy. He would calm down eventually. He always did.
He sank against a tree trunk and raked his hands through his hair.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “Damn it, damn it. I don’t need them! I hate them all! I’m Theon Greyjoy. Theon Greyjoy. Theon—”
His voice broke, and before he knew it, he was crying.
Theon Greyjoy didn’t cry. He never cried.
But now, he did.
He cried and cried, his shoulders shaking, his face buried in his cloak. Until-
“Theon?”
A voice—so soft, so cautious - that for a moment he thought he had imagined it. But then he heard a crack of branches nearby and sprang to his feet.
There you were. This time, there was no dreamy smile on your lips, no laughter echoing through the trees. You looked worried, concerned, heartbreakingly gentle.
“Stay away!”
You flinched at the sharp tone of his voice, and immediately, guilt pricked at him - but he didn’t show it. He was like a wounded animal, trusting no one who came too close.
Hands raised, you stayed where you were.
“I…”
“If you tell anyone,” He barked, “if you tell a single soul you saw me cry - I swear, I’ll-”
“I won’t.”
Your voice was calm, clear, completely sincere. He hesitated, then relaxed his stance - just enough that he didn’t look like he was about to attack you. He huffed and took a step back.
“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed or something?”
Lowering your hands, you took a small step toward him. He didn’t stop you.
“I saw you run off,” you said softly. “I heard what Robb said. He didn’t mean it.”
“Of course he did! Why else would he say it?”
You stepped closer, and closer still, until you stood right in front of him.
“My brother isn’t good with words. He tries, but it’s not in him. Not yet anyway. I keep telling him…” You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips. “It doesn’t matter. What I mean is - you are one of us, Theon. You really are. Robb thinks so too. He already regrets what he said. Please… will you come home with me?”
Theon shifted, rocking on his heels. “It’s not my home,” he muttered.
You nodded gently. “It could be, though. Someday.”
For a long moment, he just stared at you, as though you’d said something utterly absurd. He waited for you to laugh, or worse, to mock his tears. But you didn’t.
“I always thought you were mad,” he mumbled.
Instead of taking offense, you smiled. “I am.”
You held out your hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, he took it. Your hands were warm and soft - so different from his. Your small fingers traced something into his palm. He frowned. “What are you-?”
A smile. “A kraken.”
It hit him cold and unexpected. He hadn’t thought you even knew his house’s sigil, let alone anything about him. You’d barely spoken before. Yet here you were, following him into the woods, drawing a kraken on his hand.
He swallowed hard and looked down at your joined hands.
“A kraken?” he whispered.
Your grin softened into something tender, something warm.
“You’re Theon Greyjoy,” you reminded him softly. “And you always will be.”
It happened quickly after that. And now, years later, he was still just as mad about you as he’d been back then - only now, things were different. Theon knew his place among the Starks. And though he’d never fully belong, he was part of the family.
At last, he left the icy woods behind and found you in a field full of wildflowers, on your hands and knees, digging out roots with soft precision. His features softened as he crouched beside you, eyes falling on the mess of soil and blooms around you.
“You’ve been busy,” he murmured.
You looked up, eyes lighting with joy and relief.
“Theon! You came!”
The next thing he felt was the damp earth beneath him as he fell on his back - you had thrown yourself into his arms, and both of you landed in the dirt. Instead of being angry or annoyed, he laughed. His arms wrapped around you easily, naturally. He pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, “Of course I came, silly. Someone must keep an eye on you.”
With a wide grin, you leaned down and pressed a long, warm kiss to his lips. He smiled against your mouth, one hand buried in your hair. He sighed as you drew back.
“A little longer,” he murmured, making you chuckle.
“In a moment,” you said brightly. “First, I have to show you my newest find.”
As much as his body urged him to be impatient, he couldn’t. Not with you. He had only this - secret meetings hidden in the woods, short nights that drove him nearly insane - but he would have endured anything, just to keep your smile alive. So, he sat up carefully, a warm smile on his lips, one hand still resting somewhere on you, just to feel you near.
“This is the Lisianthus,” you explained. “It stands for grace, elegance, appreciation, and gratitude.”
His eyes followed your fingers as you dipped them into the moist soil, gently lifting the root. The flower itself was round, its thin white petals curling delicately. His heart warmed as he watched you handle it with such care - he couldn’t remember ever seeing you just pluck a flower. No, you never killed them - you gave them a new home, tended to them, made them whole again with your love. Just like you had done with him.
“She’s beautiful,” he said quietly.
You bit your lip, glancing at the flower, then back at him.
“She’s for you,” you said softly. “Because I don’t know anyone more graceful - or anyone I could ever appreciate more.”
His heart skipped as you guided his fingers. He brushed the petals, then followed the stem down to the root. There was something strangely intimate about how you let him feel the pulse of that little life.
“You can plant her at home, wherever you like.”
He smiled - a real, warm, almost aching smile.
“I love her,” he whispered. “And I love you. My little ladybug.”
Now it was your heart that skipped. The blue green of his eyes glowed - nothing in the world had that color. Nothing in the world could be so beautiful.
“I love you too,” you whispered back.
You placed the flowers gently in a pile, wiping your hands on your dress.
“So…” you murmured softly. “About that a little longer…”
His lips curved into a wicked smile.
“You’d better be careful, little bug. Because once I’ve caught you…”
His hand caught your wrist - gentle but firm - and he pulled you toward him, stealing your breath. Your gaze dropped to his lips, so close to yours. He was close enough that you could feel his breath, yet not close enough to taste him. His hands slid up your waist, just tight enough to make you tremble. And when he spoke, it was a whisper against your lips:
Monster-kinktober 8. Face fucking / nude modeling + Myth
A/N: Tropes took very heavy handed again. Enjoy!
You can read the rest of kinktober stories in this masterlist.
Riding the kraken
Kraken (gn) x fem!reader || oral sex, tentacles, multiple orgasms
They told you the kraken was a myth. They told you there was no way there would be anyone living in that cave. But you knew better. You’ve been dreaming about this cave for ages. Always the same dream. You arrive there, a kraken already waiting for someone, and they completely ravage you when they see you. And good goddess if you don’t want that. It’s your favorite fantasy, the one that plays in your head when you don’t know how to get off. The one you imagine when your hand is slipping down your body. The one you wish for more than anything to experience.
That’s why you are in the middle of an isolated island, far away from the shore, far away from your village. The tales you read talked about a myth living on this island, and you are about to find out if your dreams and stories were right or not.
You walked through the island until you found a little opening, a cave with some lake inside. The whole scene is beautiful in front of you as you gape at the colorful plants hanging from the rocks. But when you hear some bubbles out of the water, your eyes search the surface of the tiny lake with hopeful anticipation.
At first, you don’t see a single thing, but then…
There.
Tentacles moving right under the surface of water, approaching you.
“He- hello?” You ask nobody in particular. You let out a squeal of surprise when the water moves, and a being as big as a monster comes crawling out of the water. “A kraken,” you whisper under your breath, your heartbeat so fast and loud you can barely hear anything else.
They are naked, body a mixture between human and octopus in a way that makes them look completely ethereal.
Your fingers itch to grab your sketchbook, their form better than any model you’ve ever seen. Their body is just so complex and interesting. You bet they’d be a great nude model if they wanted to. You’d love to draw them if they let you.
Before you can do anything else, the creature, the kraken, speaks: “Are you a sacrifice? Did the humans pay tribute to me once again?” Their voice is confused, like you just woke them up from a nap.
“N- no?” You try to sound sure but your answer ends up like a question. “I- I came on my own. I wanted- I wanted…” You aren’t sure what you wanted. You aren’t even sure why you are here. You thought the island would be a fun adventure, and you’d be back without anything… But they are here.
“But are you willing?” They ask, head tilted and face tentacles moving in a mesmerizing way that confuses your brain a bit more.
You follow the movement of their tentacles as you ask back: “Willing to what?”
“Willing to be a sacrifice to the gods. Willing to be my sacrifice.” That sounds ominous in a way that you aren’t sure you like.
You focus back on their eyes, who are staring at you in wonder. “What- What does that mean?”
“Are you here to be my wife?” They blurt out, approaching you slowly, and making your heart skip a beat.
“Your wife?” Your voice is so high you are pretty sure only dogs could hear it.
“Humans used to be so much more intelligent,” they sigh. “You are here to be my sacrifice. You are a willing sexual partner. We fuck. You stay with me forever. As my wife.” You are speechless, not sure if you want to say yes or no, not even sure if whatever they are saying makes sense. “So, are you willing?” They repeat.
Flashes of your fantasies rush through your mind, riding tentacles, fucked underwater, filled with eggs… The answer is on your lips before your brain fully processes it: “Yes.”
They clap their hand as if they about to get started. “Very well, then.” They lower their body to the water again, only their head above it, the tentacles floating on the surface quietly. “Sit on my face, wife. Let my tentacles bring you pleasure.”
“What?!” This time your voice comes out clear and loud, making them jump lightly as they look at you.
“You said you are willing, so come. Come on my face,” they tell you as if that’s just a fact, something that needs to happen. And you are there, staring at them with your mouth open and a thousand questions.
“But… But… Shouldn’t we like- talk first?” You ask, confused.
“First orgasm, then we talk,” they say in an annoyed tone.
“Are you… Are you sure?” You ask them as you approach the edge of the lake. They nod, eyes never leaving your body as you slowly undress, still confused about it, but willing to sit on the face of a hot kraken who wants to eat you out. You’d be stupid not to accept that.
The second you are naked at a hand’s reach, they are bringing you to their embrace, submerging enough so you are sitting right over their face, your weight supported by their arms as you feel their hot breath against your hot center. You let out a tiny surprised whimper before you feel their lips against your flesh.
After that everything is a blur of them licking and sucking, their hands on your hips as you try to remain up not to suffocate them. They’re doing their best to overwhelm you with pleasure, and it’s almost working as you feel the telltale sign of your orgasm at the edge of your vision. You reach down and grab into some tentacles, pulling at them until they groan.
Your first orgasm is like a wave hitting shore, and you are unable to stop it as you scream and rock your hips over their face. They pull back with a self-satisfied smirk as you try to recover, but when they say: “Don’t hold back. Another,” you know you are lost.
Their hands hold you down, pressing you harder against their face as they make out with your pussy like it’s their job. After the aftershocks make your knees give up, you have no option but to sit fully on their face as you ride them.
You move over his face as his tentacles suck hickeys into every part of your thighs and legs they can reach. You are moving your hips searching for your own pleasure as he moans under you, his hands holding your hips to grind you down harder. It’s fucking fantastic, and you might get to heaven today.
The combination of the tentacles and the sucking sends you over the edge a second time, and a third and fourth in succession when they don’t let you move. You are rocking your hips as they bring unimaginable pleasure to your poor human body.
By the time they release your hips and let you breathe, you can’t feel your legs, and they have to cradle you against their chest so you don’t sink to the bottom of the tiny lake.
When your body finally calms down enough to be able to properly talk when you whisper: “Would you let me draw you?”
“I would let you do whatever you wanted with me, wife,” they simply say.
And just like that you know you did the right thing, you took the right choice. (Also, the drawings would look good as fuck.)
So I've been thinking of the Omegaverse lately and I can't quit thinking about adopting the entire fantasy trope around it.
Like, for example, just imagine...
An Alpha Siren who happens to discover its Omega Reader while there's a cruise ship above, which leads Alpha Siren to follow the ship to port while attempting to gather Omega Reader's attention, stalking you from a distance, leaving little love trinkets everywhere you go, before finally kidnapping you and dragging you need into the dark abyss.
Or reverse it— An Alpha Reader hunting down their Omega Siren, searching the ends of the Earth, diving in vast oceans, countlessly losing your Omega Siren after a single glance, only for your Omega Siren to come to you, half laying on the deck, wagging their tail desperately, wantonly begging for their Alpha Reader to impregnate them.
An Alpha Dragon that captures treasures in their vast abode while waiting on their perfect omega, then happens to discover Omega Reader gathering herbs. We can even turn you into an Omega Witch. Captured by the dragon, fighting for your life, even when your heat kicks in...
Or maybe an Omega Dragon that sneaks up on Alpha Witch Reader in the forest one day and refuses to leave your side. Whines like a puppy, guards like a dog, purrs like a cat, but is as horny as a rabbit when it comes to its heat.
How about an Alpha Naga hunting in the forest, searching for prey for their tribe, then comes across Omega Reader collecting samples, safeguarding the forest, or whatever else you may be doing for planet earth, and takes the chance to observe a new species before falling quickly. Alpha Naga ends up causing your premature heat, kidnapping you from your tent, and hiding you deep in a cave. Your heat gets the better of you but that doesn't mean you won't put up a fight.
Or an Omega Naga that you find as an adventurer that fights you tooth and claw. After winning, maybe it just slithers away or, because of Alpha Reader's pheromones, they go into heat. Maybe you help Omega Naga through its heat intimately, or maybe they are the ones who claw at your shirt, coiling their tail around your legs, their forked tongue kissing your neck and face, even the slippery cocks that end up slipping between its orifice.
Take an Omega Selkie that adores the shore and while swimming to the surface, catches wind of your Alpha pheromones, which leads to the Omega Selkie searching everywhere for you, discovering your swimming form scuba diving or just swimming leisurely, they end up playing with you in their seal form before revealing their true self when you have to leave. It's pretty hard to turn down a tempting and innocent creature that's leaking for you to sate their desires.
Or an Alpha Selkie who dominated the waves, blending in with humans while protecting the seas, they also dare to sift through the human omegas before coming across you, which leads to your rejection and their perseverance until you end up being emotionally and physically attached. Now you’ve got no where to run and no where to hide with Alpha Selkie breathing down your neck and following you at every turn.
Maybe try an Alpha Harpy bleeding from a wound in a fight and comes across you, an Omega Bird Hybrid, before passing out, to which you take them in and clean them up, feeding them, nursing them back to health. Alpha Harpy refuses to leave at the end, declaring themselves your mate, grabbing many courting gifts to give you, nonstop attempts to mate you, aiding you in building your nest and even collecting your meals.
Or maybe an Omega Harpy that is in constant need of affection but refuses themselves from having any contact with it due to their abused childhood, thus leading Alpha Reader, who has Omega Harpy as a pet, to care for their needs, to learn more about habits and behaviors, before attempting to try anything, which leads to multiple disputes that ends bloody for Alpha Reader before you honestly takes care of Omega Harpy through their heat, platonically, thus ending up with them falling for you.. but more slowly and with caution.
We could try an Alpha Cereberus Pack that has lived for thousands of years, most of them mateless and horny, until one night where they meet their perfect little Omega, you, a Cat Hybrid. They're sent to guard the demon that's killing your neighbors, all the while watching you, individually, invisibly, before the demon comes after your Omega Cat Hybrid Reader— which sends Alpha Cereberus Pack feral and ends up taking the demon's life and disappearing with you...
Or an Omega Cereberus Pack that have been abandoned by their last owners or their parents (bc that's the way of life what cruel abusive demons do) and are starved, on the brink of death, when innocent Alpha Cat Hybrid Reader finds them in the wet rain before taking them safely home. You take good care of the Omega Cereberus Pack, even as they snap and growl at your every move, but eventually, they grow fond of you, growing like wild weeds, and, out of nowhere, they've become adults, begging in heat one day.
Maybe enjoy an Omega Arachne that is super shy and scared of others that are not of their kind due to the screams of terror when coming in contact with someone else. Omega Arachne who's lived alone for a few hundred years, succumbing to loneliness.. then they caught a whiff of Alpha Reader's pheromones and suddenly went into a force heat, which causes your rut to come into play, but not until you've stumbled upon their web (in a cave, in a forest, or maybe on a mountain).
Or an Alpha Arachne that has set his eyes on you, an Omega Arachne (or maybe an Omega Lamia) since you were born, watching, waiting, for the perfect time to strike and capture you in their web. Alpha Arachne designs a web for the upcoming mating season and delivers many prey of all kinds for the honeymoon, and even if they don't end up catching your attention, they take matters into their own legs and kidnap you for their own. After a clutch or two, they know you'll be fine.
Ok, I know he/she/it?? was only mentioned like twice but the thought of kraken catching you before nessie and fucking you with his thick tentacles has me in a chokehold rn
hehe......
(cws: tentacles, tentacles, tentacles)
The Kraken is a little scary, sure, but....well, no, he's just plain scary. Being a centuries-old eldritch creature of the deep ocean is a hard niche to get out of, but it's not like he really minds--he isn't even aware of people's perception of him, much less has any care to whether he's terrifying or not. He's odd, a strange creature with so little known about his kind, merely a rarity captured when he was of smaller size and kept in this lake as a nobleman's attraction. Only regaining some freedom once the land was purchased and the university built atop it, the first Dean giving the Kraken its own conservation area over a return to the ocean--he doesn't know it anymore, and he's grown comfortable here.
Very comfortable. The spawning season comes whether he's in his natural habitat or not, and he's moved on from trying to tempt visiting nobles and curious monsters. There's something here that's much easier to get satisfaction from.
"Mnh-!" Your voice mumbles beneath the water, lungs clawing for a shred of air as you're dunked underneath again. The creature doesn't really understand your need for oxygen, which is partly why it only gives you a breath every so often. All it knows is that when you're above the surface, you don't squirm as much--and it likes it when you squirm, especially how it feels around one of its thick, bulbous tentacles that it's had to shove hard to get it to fit inside you. You’re so tiny, you can barely take the smallest ones....maybe, if he trains you, you'll soon be reaching for the same tentacle he's got wrapped tight around your waist. It's nearly the width of your whole leg, but if it could fit, you would give him the greatest sensation of his long, lonely life.
For now, he'll stick to the small ones. The ones that make you writhe.
Kraken can't quite understand you either, but it knows you love being mated. You must--you wriggle and flail and twist your body in such a pleasing way, grinding that soft spot inside against the blunt tip of his tentacle. You want it deeper? Is that what you're saying? You can have it as deep as you want. You can have anything you want...just let those tentacles probe deeper, and deeper still, until you start to feel the tip curling before it hooks into your walls and latches there for good. No need to struggle anymore--you're all set for spawning season <3
Fat reader x monster with lots of tension he can’t get enough of her
Kraken Monster x Chubby Reader 🦑
CW: Age Gap [Reader is in her late 20s while Sebastian is in his early 40s.], brief mentions of death [Not Reader].
🎐✩｡ It was a normal day honestly.. It was a hot day, a good day to be either chilling in a watery environment like a pool, or a lake. Heck, even the ocean was a good place to take a swim. You were feeling confident so you decided to wear a two piece tankini to show off your figure and assets. Your friends had to decide to go on a boating trip last minute. You happily accept the invite cause you felt like you were melting your ass off in your house.
🎐✩｡ You guys rented a small yacht for the day and headed out to sea. As you were boating around you and your friends looked around for any fishes or dolphins. You guys spotted a few fish but then everything was quiet. There weren’t any more fishes and the coral seemed duller than normal. Suddenly out of nowhere some tipped your boat over and you and your friends tumbled into the water.
🎐✩｡ Once your bodies hit the water you all noticed something in the water. It was too fast to distinguish what it was. You then felt a long thick tentacle wrap around you. It slowly started squeezing you. Your friends swam over to you and tried to free you but to no avail. More tentacles came and wrapped around your friends.
🎐✩｡ The tentacles squeezed your friends tightly before pulling them downwards into the depths. You however stayed near the surface of the water but you were slowly losing oxygen it became hard to keep your eyes open and your lungs burned. The last thing you saw was a flash of red.
🎐✩｡ You then woke up and gasped for air. You looked around and saw you were in a grotto of some sorts. You looked down and saw that your swimsuit was still intact which made you let out a sigh of relief. You were about to jump into the water but stopped when you saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at you. You squeaked in fear and sat down on the rock that you had been laying on.
🎐✩｡ You noticed the pair of eyes getting closer. Your heart started to race at the prospect of being eaten or killed by this creature. You close your eyes waiting for the pain but it never came. You opened your eyes and saw a man with red hair with a few gray streaks in it patting your head. “Stay..” His voice was slightly raspy probably from not using it. His lower half was submerged in the water. He was very handsome despite being probably so much older than you.
🎐✩｡ He nuzzled his cheek against your chubbier one. His stubble tickled your skin, making you let out a small giggle. He lifted hand showing his webbed fingers and he put them up in a surrendering gesture. “Not gonna hurt ya.” He rasped out. “T-Thanks but what are you and what happened to my friends?” You questioned him. You noticed the way he stiffened when you mentioned your friends. “Friends.. gone.” He told you. It seemed like he didn’t know that much English.
🎐✩｡ He then pulled himself out of the water. His lower half was pure tentacles.. This shocked you no wonder he was in the water for so long. Sensing your shock and confusion he slowly explained what happened. Saying that his older brother took your friends to the bottom of the ocean where he resided but he managed to save you just before that could happen to you as well. You felt slightly suspicious but decided to push that feeling aside. I mean you were still alive so that’s something.
🎐✩｡ When you asked again what he was he hesitated for a few minutes before telling you that he was a kraken. You obviously panicked a little after hearing that which made him a bit nervous but he reassured you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. That kinda made you a little less anxious. You asked him what he wanted and he just responded that he wanted a friend because he was lonely and that he thought you were pretty.
🎐✩｡ You blinked in surprise but didn’t question it. If a handsome half kraken man thought you were pretty then so what at least he wasn’t trying to kill you.
🎐✩｡ After a few months you two became really good friends. You had learned that the Kraken’s name was Sebastian and that you both had a lot of common interests with each other and you taught him the English language so you two could communicate a bit better. He also brought you food when you were hungry and sometimes he’d bring you treasure that he found.
🎐✩｡ He knows he should’ve drowned you but every time he imagines pulling you down into the depth of the dark ocean. He can imagine the fear on your chubby little face and for some reason that makes his heart ache. Not to mention he’s so much older than you. You’re such a sweet little young thing. He’s glad that he met a sweet little thing.
🎐✩｡ He also couldn’t help the growing feelings that started to flourish whenever he was around you. He immediately feels guilty about it; he shouldn't be feeling this about you. Sure you were an adult but he convinced himself that you wouldn’t want to be with him but secretly you had been crushing on him as well. He made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t explain. You two seemed oblivious to the mutual pinning.
🎐✩｡ But mating season was starting to rear its head. Maybe you could show him how much you want instead of telling him.
Part 2 Maybe..?
[If this is not to your liking I can rewrite this 🙏]
Summary: A nasty storm blows you overboard, and as you get saved by a gigantic Kraken you both have to find a way to keep you warm. The creature comes with a great suggestion.
The sun had shone all day, a nice wind blowing on deck as you were on a quite sizeable ship with friends. It had been a present for a birthday, not as luxurious as a cruise, but something coming close, and you were allowed to come as well. It was nice of them to invite you, you guessed, though your relationship with them had been a little strained for a while. Whatever, you were enjoying the smell of the ocean air and the wind in your hair, hanging over the edge and looking at the waves passing you by.
"Is that a problem?" one of your friends asked, pointing towards the horizon where dark clouds had accumulated. One of the crew looked at where she was pointing and quieted for a second.
"Surely not," he said, "it was scheduled to stay dry on our course all day. I will check with the captain." and he left quickly, pleasant smile falling as soon as he passed you, but you noticed. Hm, it would seem the stormy clouds gathering at the horizon were a little worrying. Maybe you'd get caught in a storm, and you wished with all your might you would not.
The storm hit after all, and much sooner than anyone anticipated. Waves as high as the ship smashed into the sides and on board, and everything that hadn't been tied down yet was swept away. A lot of people were still on deck as well, hanging onto the railing or each other. You were also still on deck. One of the sailors had said the storm wouldn't be so heavy, so most people weren't too worried. That had been a mistake, apparently, and you were holding on with all your might to a rope as the wind and rain battered you from all sides.
You felt your grip slipping and gasped, panic coursing through you. Why hadn't you gone below deck earlier? Cursing yourself and the unreliable information you'd gotten you tried to hold on with all your might, but your panic reached the highest point as you felt your hands cramp up and the rope slip away. The water on deck made your foothold non-existent, and before you knew it you were weightless, just for a second, before you hit the water so hard you almost instantly blacked out. Struggling against the darkness overcoming your sight and body, you tried to swim, but were unable to as the waves were too rough.
Everything turned black and cold as you slowly sank down, breath escaping your battered lungs.
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You woke up in darkness, and gasped, coughing up seawater as you doubled over. You were cold and sitting on something soft, warm and slightly wet. A shiver ran over your back as you realized that what you were sitting on was moving.
"Oh, you're awake," came a voice so strange and accented you weren't sure they were speaking english at all. It was loud, both booming yet soft and scratchy and definitely otherworldly. It seemed to come from all around you, echoing against the damp walls of what you assumed was a cave. "Don't panic now, little human, I saved you from the waves."
"W-who are you?" you gasped, shivering and covering yourself with your arms as you realized you were naked. No wonder you were so cold.
He scoffed, a rumbling sound that travelled all the way through you. "No one important to you humans I'd suppose." then a hum, and you realized the two of you were moving forward slowly. "I used to be though! I used to be feared. As I should!"
Well, that wasn't very reassuring.
"Should I be?" you asked with a tiny voice, and the being turned around to you, or at least that's what you assumed by the sound of movement. "Fearing you, I mean?"
"Maybe in the past. But not now, I saved you after all. Without me you'd be sinking to the bottom of the ocean. And don't think I'd care if you did; I've sank many a ship in my day, and never cared about the humans that went with it. My territory is mine, and human ships are a nuisance that disrupt the sea and the life inside of it!"
The warm, wet something you were sitting on moved and undulated under you, and as you shyly felt around you realized it was a large tentacle of sorts. A shudder went through you and your hands went straight back to covering yourself. It was warm, and you were so very cold, but you were too afraid to move closer to it.
Was it some sort of gigantic octopus monster perhaps, judging by the tentacle? The mythical Kraken? There was no way it could speak the human tongue though... or maybe it could, after all you didn't think it existed in the first place.
"Are you... are you the Kraken?" you squeaked out, and felt a purr from the creature.
"Yes, that's what they used to call me in the past. They feared me, and revered me, back then I meant something. Not now though, I've been chased from my territory and no one even knows of my existence. Well, excluding you." It seemingly noticed you shivering and another tentacle slipped over you, covering you and warming you as you let out quite an embarrassing sound at the sudden move. "Warm yourself little one, it would not do if you died from the cold after I saved you after all. I removed your garb since it was too wet. Well, I have saved a human or two in the past, so I guess..." its words trailed off. "Anyways that was long ago. Human lifespans are short, and most can't get over their fear of me after all."
It seemed the Kraken liked to speak, and after you'd gotten over your initial fear of its intimidating voice you realized you liked to listen. Light was seeping in from cracks in the cave around and you could finally make out its gigantic shape.
"What's your name?" you asked, deciding to introduce yourself to your saviour as well. "Mine's y/n. Thank you for saving me, I thought I was going to die in that storm."
"You would have," he replied, "but I was there, so you get to live a little longer, little y/n. My name... hmm. No one has called me by my name in a long time, and it wouldn't be a name you could pronounce anyways... Hm, I've been called Meragoroth in the past, so why don't you call me that?"
You repeated its name to yourself, getting a feel for it, but the shivers that racked your body had not let up, and at this point your clattering teeth weren't helping with your pronunciation. It chuckled a bit, surrounding you with some other tentacles like they were a gigantic weighted blanket.
"I must apologise, I cannot make fire, and my limbs are likely not warm enough to heat you properly, but it was the best I could do. If the sun comes out we might be able to dry your clothes, but until then you'll have to keep warm yourself, tiny human. Now, don't be shy, hold onto me tightly if you need. The sun will be up before you know it."
So you did, and slowly your shivers subsided a bit. It was warmer than you were at the moment, and definitely warmer than the air around, but you were unsure if it was warm enough to keep you from getting hypothermia, and you gripped onto its tentacles tight, trying to stop your teeth from clattering. Your nakedness was quite apparent to yourself as the strange texture of the tentacles rubbed against you just right, and you couldn't help but blush at your own body's reaction. What the hell were you even thinking at this moment?
More light was seeping in and as you looked up you could see outside through some gaps in the cave system, the moon just about shone through some thick dark clouds, and rain was still falling outside, but not as much as earlier when you were in the storm. You wondered how worried your friends were, and if there were others that had fallen overboard, but that wondering only went so far considering you were not really out of danger yet.
The Kraken finally came into the light and your eyes boggled at the view. It was large, like you'd thought, and looked quite like a giant, monstrous octopus, except for the tentacles around his face - quite like a beard - and fairly humanoid eyes that stared at you intensely. From it you could feel knowledge and wisdom that your mind could likely not comprehend, and you hid your face in its large tentacles.
"You're cooling off," it said, a worried tinge to its overwhelming otherworldly voice, and you shivered in reply. "That's not good. Maybe you could do something to warm you up... Like... hm." It seemed as if it had quite an idea of what possible activity you could do, but did not voice this and you raised an eyebrow at the suspicious way its sentence trailed off. "No, that's..."
"Like what?" you whispered, covered by its tentacles, but still so very naked and embarrassed by it. You probably had no reason to, considering, you know, you were different species, but you couldn't help it.
"Hm, exercise would warm you up. However, it wouldn't do you good if you exercised naked in the cold night air. It would be better if you stayed close, I was merely thinking of something... Well." The tentacle below you moved, rubbing against you a little more, and you shivered for a different reason this time.
The creature seemed a little bashful, and this made you blush as well. He couldn't mean... No, there was no way?
"Only if you want to, of course. Just use my limbs as you please, I don't mind at all."
Ahhhh! Okay he was actually talking about you getting off on it? Well, sex, or in this case most likely masturbation on top of him definitely would get you warm for sure, but did you want that?
The feeling of your naked body against the texture of the tentacles was nice. Very nice in fact, and now that you were so very aware of your position, straddling the tentacle below you for warmth and so that you wouldn't fall off, you suddenly felt yourself heating up. You wanted to say something to it, but the words caught in your throat as the tentacles surrounding you started wrapping loosely around you, rubbing your skin to warm you as well as titillate you. An almost imperceptible rub of your crotch against the strange texture of the skin under you. It was slightly rough, yet smooth, and you shivered from a different reason now. Warmth shot through you from your core upwards, and a small mewl escaped you.
"There you go," Meragoroth purred, slightly quickening the rubbing of the tentacles over your skin, "Go ahead now, little one, don't mind me."
Its purring was loud, vibrated you practically from bottom to top and your hips bucked against the Kraken practically of their own volition now. Small sounds escaped you as you enjoyed the feeling of the warm limbs rubbing your skin, leaving no inch uncovered as you slowly chased your relief on top of it. A wet puddle had formed under you, but neither of you seemed to care, the purring only getting louder as you brought a hand between your legs to rub your clit, shame all out the window at this point.
"Oh, let me," it said, tip of a tentacle coming over to replace your hand. It was gigantic with a blunted tip, and you rutted against it instantly. He purred louder, one tentacle coming to pat your head. "You're heating up a lot already. Just a little more now."
His talking egged you on, and you rubbed yourself to completion on top of him. You were a lot warmer now, but cooled down quickly despite his tentacles covering you like some sort of shield. After your orgasm subsided the shivers came back, and the Kraken hummed.
"Hm, not enough just yet. Maybe you can try one more time? I will keep the warmth inside this time I'm sure." But you weren't sure if he wanted to quite like he said, as his eyes found yours easily though the gaps in between the limbs. It was almost as if Meragoroth wanted to see you get off on him, and this thought alone brought a fresh wave of heat.
"What about you?" you asked before you could realize that it was probably impossible for you to do anything for it, but he replied none the less.
"Don't worry about that, tiny mortal. Getting you warm comes first and foremost."
At your slight pout he chuckled, limbs shaking with him, and you bounced on him, straddling the tentacle tightly not to fall off. "Oh if you insist." he chuckled, and pulled you off the tentacle, depositing you on top of a much warmer, much wetter tentacle that was smooth and throbbing under you. It was larger than your entire body, and you wrapped yourself around it as well as you could, rubbing yourself against it as you went. The purr coming from the Kraken was almost thunderous as you felt the tentacle under you throb. Assuming it was his cock you tightened your grip, wrapping your legs around the other side and crossing your ankles. You might not be able to get him off this way, and you might be playing a dangerous game to excite a creature like him, but it was as if all rational thought had left your brain the moment you had started masturbating on top of this being with him helping you get off.
"Hmm, you're very small," it chuckled, purr heavy in its voice, "but this is quite a solution. Hold on tight then. I'm sure this will warm you up properly." Another tentacle gently wrapped around you and its dick, and slowly started sliding you up and down. He was so gentle, but the whole situation had you mewling out in pleasure, more turned on than you ever remember being. Your entire body throbbed with him, and you almost felt like you were going to burst at the seams as you came again much quicker than before.
"Good," it purred, a shudder running through it. "Very good. Can you keep up?"
You moaned out a yes, eager to please it, and already on your way to a third orgasm. Your moans and mewls echoed off the walls of the cave as well as the sound of his writhing tentacles and loud purring. You moaned its name and the vibration of your sweet voice travelled through your body and his dick and his purr stuttered, dick throbbing and jolting under your body as you tried to hold on with all your might.
"M-mera," you mewled, "I'm so close again, please come with me." You didn't think you'd have the strength to hold on much longer, and at this point your body was practically on fire. But he seemed close enough, and as you toppled over the edge of your third orgasm the creature also came with a deafening roar, grip around you tightening slightly before quickly pulling you off of him before you would be covered by his remaining spurts of seed slowly running down his dick.
He cradled you into his tentacles, trapping the heat inside of a small cocoon, watching you drift off.
"I'll keep you safe and warm, don't worry about anything else, tiny one." it purred, and as your eyes drifted close the first rays of sunlight peeked inside of the cave, casting the Kraken in a halo of light. Your time with the creature might be almost over, him depositing you somewhere safe where your friends could find you, but you knew you weren't going to forget this encounter anytime soon.
