In the spirit of Mermay, I come to you with a slightly different approach: an octopus hybrid, dwelling in the dark depths of ancient waters. :) Hopefully close enough to the sea monster you imagined, @wally0117
Content: gender neutral reader, male yandere, monster romance, reader likes sharks (a lot); inspired by The Shape of Water and My Octopus Teacher; photo from Whalebone Magazine
He’s always been aware of humans, naturally. Observed them from the beginnings of time, from the very first rudimentary attempt of a boat that crossed his waters. Though he can only guess how these creatures exist, how they breathe, how they move. What arrives in his depths is always a corpse of some sort. Bloated, decaying carcasses, rarely intact, whether chipped by fish or by time. Everything else is left to his imagination.
Until today. The fish are restless, the currents are stronger. Something must be happening above, stringing him along curiously. His many legs sway in tandem, opening and closing, as he investigates the source of interest. His pale white eyes narrow to a mere squint, unused to the light of the surface levels. At last, he finds it: a human.
Yet this one is unusual. Intact - save for the bleeding wound - and unlike the washed-out, cadaveric blue tint he’s normally accustomed to. He notices a twitch of the limb and it dawns on him: this one is still alive.
You wake up with a violent cough, thrusting out the leftover liquid that had invaded your lungs earlier. You clearly remember drowning, so how did you end up on shore again? The answer reveals itself rather quickly: a monstrous creature, albeit humanoid for the most part. The upper half resembles a man, but the torso ends in thick, enormous tentacles, now flopped onto the sand, surrounding your body. You search for the creature’s face, framed by translucent tendrils that seem to replace what you’d expect as hair.
“Thank you”. He scans your features and remains silent. Does he even understand human speech? After a moment of consideration, he looks ahead, surveying the water, then returns to you, giving you a nudge. He most likely wants to know how you ended up in that situation to begin with. “That’s, well…”
Conveniently enough, the monster has brought you back to your little camp, so you reach for your backpack and pull out a book. Of course, no words can ever replace the image itself. With renewed enthusiasm, you open your encyclopedia and turn it towards the man, showing him a photo of a sand tiger shark, tapping on it excitedly. “I was looking for sharks!”
Ever since the bizarre, life-saving encounter, you’ve been returning to the same spot most days. And without exception, the monster will be waiting for you in one of the neighboring caves. Judging by the pellucid, pale skin and his reluctance to be in the light, you guessed early on that he might be a creature of the depths.
One that has been around for a long time, it seems. Once he understood your interest in sharks and other aquatic animals, he developed a liking to play guide for you, silently touring you through forests of kelp, hidden caves, labyrinths of reefs and hills. He knows where the animals linger, and they don't scurry away when you approach. You've never dreamed of being so close to them, staring into their eyes and tracing their fins as they swim past you, unbothered and relaxed. The monster will gaze at you from a distance, amused by your passion.
On ground, you’ve begun your own little experiment: can the octopus creature learn sign language? You didn’t need long to discover how intelligent he is, mimicking your gestures with flawless ease, instantly memorizing the meanings, the connections, the implications. He seems to be terribly delighted by this newfound tool of communication, often asking you questions with earnest curiosity.
Ah, yes, the questions. It makes sense that he’d want to know more about humans, though his interrogations are rather…particular. Specific. It’s less about humans as a whole, and more about you. How long have you been swimming here? How deep can you actually swim, with or without aid? Might you have a family waiting for you back home? A mate, perchance? No? Interesting.
"My vacation will end soon", you sign with pursed lips. He tilts his head. "Leaving?" his webbed hands gesture, somewhat uneasy. You nod. You can discern a glint of melancholy in his eyes. Eventually, he resumes: "Would you like to see my home?" Your eyebrows raise in surprise. His home? Down there? Was such a thing even achievable for a human like you?
The plump suckers attach themselves to your skin, one resting over your mouth. "Do you trust me?" You cast one final glance over the underwater abyss, a black hole trapping all light and matter. You shake your head in approval. Without hesitation, he plunges over the cliff, pulling you after him and into the yawning void of darkness. His form glows eerily, and his movement is swift and elegant. You can tell this is his land, his territory. You would've been dead a long time ago.
He releases you on the wet stone, inside the air pocket of a cave. You need a few moments to overcome the wave of claustrophobia pressing against your lungs. As you catch your breath, you recall your long path from the surface. It would be impossible to make it back out again without your friend. A cold shiver runs across your spine. "Have a break, and I'll show you everything else afterwards", he gestures with a smile. "How long will it take? I don't want to walk back at night", you explain.
Silence. You stare into his empty orbs, awaiting a reaction. There's not a sound, not a gust of wind, not a shred of light. "You're not going back", he finally answers.
You see, he's done a fair amount of research himself. He doesn't need an encyclopedia to figure you out: how you breathe, how you move, how you exist. In fact, he is rather confident in his ways of helping you adapt to a life spent together. He would've never brought you down here if he wasn't certain of your survival. His grin widens in anticipation, a strange warmth enveloping his innards at the mere thought of it: a future with you in it, right here. However, one question remains, a cheeky, perverted detail that has been on his mind from the moment he met you, yet he could never investigate it properly.
Monster boyfriend whose semen is mildly dangerous for humans so he 100% absolutely can not cum inside of you when he fucks you.
Even as he fucks you, his precum is enough to make your body tingle. he means to pull out, he has to. But your sweet cunt is just so tight, milking his shaft so hard he can't help it. Your dirty pussy needs his cum.
At first, he worries that he accidentally poisoned you because his pull-out game is weak but it turns out that when people say "mildly dangerous to humans" they mean "one hell of an aphrodisiac".
You spend the rest of the night grinding against him, whimpering like a bitch in heat begging him to fuck you good and hard. He knows you won't calm down until he can keep himself from unloading in your cum coated pussy, but how can he say no when you and your cunt are both begging for him? Eventually one of you will pass out, that's the only way it stops.
you just need a monster to ram his thick cock into your hole, pull out to spurt all over your tits, and then force the slick length of their cock into your mouth to lick clean while calling you a good little slut
Ugh imagine an alien heat being triggered while working alongside a human crewmate. Alien trying to remain casual and normal because damn it they have a job to do, but you keep standing so close to them, and you keep asking them how they're feeling and it's a little difficult to remember what a coworker would say when they can only focus on the tanktop strap that keeps falling from your sweaty shoulder-!
They just couldn't admit it to you. They'd rather wait out the storm, leaving you to wonder why your alien bestie keeps finding any excuse to touch you.
What if you were one of those princesses locked away in a tower/castle, protected by a dragon? However, the dragon misunderstood the situation and thought the princess was there for them to use and play with.
THATS A GREAT IDEA.
Well I imagine the princess would be super pissed that she's being locked up in a tower. Not that she has much time to be angry before the dragon finds her.
She would probably be freaking out when the monster looms over her with his huge sharp teeth and piercing eyes.
But instead of eating her, he licks up her chest to her cheek with his big warm tongue and loudly purrs. Imagine her surprise when the dragon talks.
"Mmmm, what a pretty gift."
She can't speak, frozen in place until he starts nuzzling In-between her legs and carefully tearing her clothes.
"Wait! What are you doing?!"
Is all she can yell in her panic. He pins her down with his passive claws and tears off the rest of her dress with the other.
"I'm unwrapping my gift. Don't worry, I don't break my toys."
His gravely voice lazily reassures her. His hot tongue swipes over her panty clad pussy, wetting the fabric and making it stick to her puffy cunt.
The Princess finds herself inching her legs open for more contact. Her struggles turn into squirming and her fearful whimpers turn into needy whines.
I imagine she thinks, "Well I'm stuck here so why not enjoy myself?" Before letting herself give in to the dragons advances.
Aliens that don't feel "love" until they already know someone for a long time, but when their subconscious realizes what an ideal partner someone would be they're flooded with hormones. Suddenly your best alien buddy is locking themselves in their quarters every time you so much as make eye contact. They borderline refuse to even talk to you anymore, leaving the rest of the crew to suffer under the endless ramblings. "Do you think they'll be warm enough on this mission? Yesterday they slept eight hours, but tonight they only slept seven and a half, maybe I should alert the doctor. What is gifting etiquette for humans? Can I give them this human dessert I bought or must I pretend it was on sale first? Or is it inappropriate to give sweet foods to a coworker? Does chocolate hold some kind of double meaning I don't know about?? Maybe you should just give it to them—"
The entire crew begs you to just ask them what the hell is up. They do end up breaking (how could they say no to you?), and they try to explain it as medically as they can, as if you being in the same room as them didn't make their minds hazy with yearning. Don't tell them they were being rude before, they were just trying to spare you the embarrassment of all the flirtatious remarks and touches they were actively fighting themselves from saying.
You could tell It was getting frustrated with the lack of results. Even after months of pounding your needy pussy and filling you to the brim with Its cum, you still werent conceiving Its child.
"Please. Just try again," you'd breathlessly whimper, spreading your legs apart and stretching your cunt open with your trembling fingers in invitation. You'd entice It with a pouty look while biting your lip, knowing It would always take the bait, and pounce, ready to try again, and again.
Except you know it could never happen, of course. Its DNA was just simply incompatible with yours. Your belly would never swell with Its child. You will never bear Its terrible offspring. All this effort It makes thrashing you silly till you get filled over and over will never result in what It truly desires.
You worry if you tell the truth, It would be done with you completely. All those nights of getting endlessly stuffed with Its monster cock, the endless waves of pleasure from getting fucked silly till you can't scream anymore or even remember your own name, it would all stop. You're scared you'll get discarded, tossed out into the wilderness, never to enjoy Its sensual company ever again.
And so you'll never tell. Let It believe It still can impregnate Its little human. Let It keep trying. You're gonna enjoy the ride while it lasts.
You know, some hotels actually have a “menu” that you can buy pillows, blankets, etc. to be shipped home. So you know what that means 😉
This hotel monster fucking talk now has me thinking of another off shoot idea. A human adoption agency…😗
Need a human for emotional support, disability service support, or sexual support? Adopt one today! 🥰
-👘
P.S. Been a while since I’ve dropped by. I hope you’re doing well in life, Ozzgin!
I have reached a point where, after a particularly deranged post, I'll find myself wondering if you're going to come up with something in response. 😭 No pressure or anything, just found it funny. And I'm doing well! Hope the same goes for you, anon.
Imagine showing up for a photo shoot, thinking it must be for some fashion magazine or online ad. The agent on the street who hurried you inside barely gave you any details, but promised it’s nothing shady. You were much too flattered to be scouted like that, and much too eager to see the promised payment to consider the logistics of it.
You didn’t expect, however, to appear in a shopping catalog for monsters as some sort of household pet to be permanently adopted.
The adoption agency, similarly, didn’t expect the ridiculous demand for you. Phone calls, emails, monsters showing up at their office, all demanding to purchase you.
They have to go for a bidding system, shoving you onto a stage, into the blinding spotlight. You can only stand, fidget, and observe helplessly. One tentacle is raised, and a price is stated. Another clawed hand outbids it.
Okay so hear me out. Alien who is very close with their human crewmate, and is used to you smelling like the various products humans use for personal hygiene. This is perfectly fine, maybe they even grow an attachment to your preferred brands of deodorant and lotion, but it leaves them completely unprepared the first time they smell your unmasked body odor and realize oh yeah, humans are very sexual creatures and produce pheromones accordingly. It's the alien equivalent of seeing someone you already like half-naked and having an "Oh no they're hot" moment, except you don't even realize the effect you're having on them because you just got done training or woke up from a very sweaty nap and just want to shower.
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.
royalty!reader who's on the run from their tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. royalty!reader who's the sole surviving royal descendant. royalty!reader who finds themselves without shelter as the unforgiving winter of the north looms closer. royalty!reader who's stranded in a big, dark cavern, struggling to stay warm. royalty!reader who delves deeper into the cave, unknowingly awakening a sinister creature lurking in the shadows.
dragon!lover who's large in all aspects. dragon!lover who can't help but tease the royal by threatening to eat them. dragon!lover who sleeps atop mountains of gold. dragon!lover who always runs hot. dragon!lover who blows smoke into your face constantly. dragon!lover whose voice literally rattles your bones. dragon!lover who begrudgingly allows you to stay in the cave. dragon!lover who figures, he'll put your body to good use during the winter as payment. ˙ᵕ˙
"you do not scare me, dragon."
with a quivering exhale, you feel the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. despite the cold draft in the spacious den, caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest.
the aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his scaly skin, a tantalizing combination that sets you aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of your belly; leaving you intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. your nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of your ear. "you should be scared."
Alien who gets badly wounded when a mission goes south, you have to sling one arm over your shoulder and drag them to a doctor. While they're fading in and out of consciousness they begin purring, limp head pressed into the side of your neck so you can feel the rumbles travel through your entire body. Just this massive, blissed-out alien who isn't even comprehending that they're hurt because you're here, and they've wanted to express their feelings for you for so long but didn't want to scare you away. Good luck escaping their iron grip before the meds wear off, and if you somehow do, watch out! All their fuzzy mind can remember is that they had finally had you, and even the worst injuries won't be able to stop them from trying to have you again.
Ghost boyfriend who pushes his fingers inside your pussy as you watch TV with your friends. You try to hide it and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. He pushes his dick inside of your dripping pussy as soon as you close the door, making you bite down on your panties, licking your own juices. He comes inside of you and puts your panties back on, completely ruined. You have to spend the rest of the night with filthy panties and his cum slowly dripping out. Face red, pussy wet.
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