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[specsthesecond]

A little intro

★ 20's. stressed bisexual who writes...occasionally ★

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[domwitch2]

Monster boy x human woman where the males have complex courting rituals to prove their worthiness to potential partners. He starts nesting, building a soft, inviting cocoon for her when she visits. He hunts larger and fiercer prey to prove he can feed her. He fluffs up his fur and grooms himself to make sure he looks his best for her. When she comes over, he flops onto his back and exposes his tummy to show his submission and let her mount him, but she pats his belly instead, which leaves him frustrated. He's never met a woman who doesn't immediately takes what she wants, so why isn't she taking him??? He's trying sooo hard to show that he's fertile and willing, and she's clearly into him given the way she flushes when he purrs in her lap, so why isn't she mounting him already????

[domwitch2]

Bonus points if the monsters have sexual dimorphism where the females are bigger and stronger than the males, but males are still much larger than humans. He thinks the reason his human gf isn't taking charge is bc of his size, so he makes sure to crouch down or flop onto the ground so he's face-to-face or below her, in hopes she'll get the message. This just leads her to think he wants to cuddle. She's more than happy to scritch his belly and under his chin until she notices that he's been rock hard the whole time.

[specsthesecond]

And If A Customer Is "Using The Product" And You're At The Gynecologist, Can They See??? Can They See It Open And Close???😭

It doesn't really open and close?? I mean yeah they'd see it 😭

I flip flop between it being like the portals from portal but pocket sized and with a comfy outline around the rim.

Or if they would be like more low key techy looking flat circles with black in the middle where you insert whatever you want but you cant actually see whats on the other side. I think it's sexier in a way cus its more mysterious (?) .

Please see attached my unsexy recreation I did in canva of what I'm badly describing.

In both cases your gyno would just see the back of the portal, not whatevers coming out cus that's on the other side.

Actually, portals would be great for people who want to go to the gyno but can't cus they're too anxious. Like you wouldn't even need to be in the same room as the gyno for them to do a checkup. You could even do it online! 😭

[specsthesecond]

Catch me all wet and bothered about hot mer-husband loving followed by wet-eyed sniffling over not being there with the mer-babies minutes later 💦

Wet in the pussy and the eyes oh no😭😭

[bumpen-underbeds]

They'd been told humans were easy to deal with, eager almost, so why is their subject so feral?

Two scientists, an unprepared guard, and another random lab tech had been bitten or threatened with one of the movable items in the test area, the human was certainly panicked and hostile despite the best attempts of the medical crew. Right this moment the human in question is standing on the far bench, holding a tool tray and smacking at one of the security officers, the repeated clank of tray to helm is almost humorous to some of the other staff, as the moment the officer reaches forward the hollow clank of the tray sounds out.

Between screams in one of the languages of earth and threats to urinate on the officer, the human has begun to show signs of slow building exhaustion.

Another loud clank sounds from in the chamber as one of the researchers uses the com system to try and talk the human down again, more screams are heard from within as the human subject seems to almost come back to full feral force pushing the security officer over and climbing the nearest high cabinet.

Far beyond the labs bounds, watching through the security cameras is an elated creature, just another alien by this humans standards, but this particular interstellar resident is beyond excited for their chance to meet you. This particular case of human collection was on their request after all, happily chirping and clicking their mandibles as they watch your next bout of human rage from atop the cabinet you'd climbed, dismissing another ping requesting the right to sedate you, no they wanted to see you in your most wild state!

They knew they'd picked well, you'd were such a perfect fit from the line up they'd been shown, now it's just a matter of this pesky lab work and then you'd be able to meet!

Stars they can't wait, but till then they simply must see how you attack with that little tray again!

[specsthesecond]

I hope you are doing well and staying hydrated!

I just want to say how much I love your works. They always hit a part of my brain I didn’t know I had. I think I read Station Technician 005 every other day, I loved the world it’s based in and Shark + the boss are SO YUM! Thank you for the meal, I am so happy eating it every few days.

- eggy

That's kind of unreal to think about, thank you!

God, I really like shark and the director too. It really sucks that I have no idea where to take that story 🤧 I mean I could just make them fuck obviously but it has to be narratively interesting dammit!!

[specsthesecond]

🐚 Your relationship with your mer friend progresses quite a bit. [+18]

"You can't be serious." 

The doctor’s tired eyes stare at you with a look that's pretty serious. 

“It would be very beneficial for his health and-" 

“What about my health?! Have you seen the size of him?!" 

The doctor takes off her glasses with a little sigh.  

“This coupling has been impeccable for his well-being. It's been a full two months since he was reintroduced into the social tank and he's been extremely cooperative with the others." 

You nod, already knowing this.  

You were very proud when you saw him having conversations with other mers in their clicky-squawky language, making friends and even playing with the pups. It makes you wonder why you haven't gotten at least a little raise, honestly. 

“He'll be entering rut soon, his first rut with a mate and frankly, it's bizarre he hasn't tried coupling with you already, I suspect it's because he's waiting for you to offer." 

You shuffle on your feet, not sure how to feel about how forward she's being but you don’t disagree so she continues.  

“We think fostering him pups will cement his new social life. Currently, his well-being seems to mostly depend on one human who can't be with him most of the time. It's not stable, but having pups to raise would give him more stability." 

You lay back in your chair with a sigh.  

“What about foster pups" 

“We’ve introduced him to a few but that seems to only make the desire for his own stronger and most of the foster pups have been claimed by parents already, parents who can be quite territorial." 

You're running out of questions and the doctor must’ve been noticing the panic growing on your face. 

“This kind of coupling isn't unheard of. You think you're the first human a mer has bonded to?” She picks up her clipboard with a raised brow. 

“There are mers who suffer accidents and need to be assisted when coupling and bond with a human in the process. There are mers who ended up bonded with humans due to traumatic events, unusual circumstances, or accidents like yours.” 

She hands you the clipboard with a softer look. 

“You'd be doing him a great help. I've asked one of the older mothers to explain to him how the process works." 

She taps the clipboard, tracing a little diagram. 

“First, he'll be transferred to his old privacy tank, he'll latch and lay. The eggs will be taken to the nursery and incubated for a few weeks, we can expect about two viable eggs from the clutch. Once hatched, it'll be a few days till the pups can be introduced to the social tank where you can meet them if you'd like. Mers are very social creatures so there will be plenty assistance with feeding and raising, you wouldn't have to be that involved at all.”  

You nod along. Lifting the top page and trying not to blush at the informational diagram of human-mer mating. 

“I have two conditions." 

The doctor nods for you to continue. 

“I want to be able to see the him and the pups whenever I want.”

She blinks like she didn't expect you to say that, but nods.  

"And I want a raise… and medical cover.“ 

She nods again with a hint of a smile, "I'm sure I can do that for you.“ 

You walk into the little room leading to the secluded tank, getting some weird sense of deja vu. 

“The process will probably take all day so I’ve arranged-" 

The doctor screams and drops her clipboard when your mer bangs on the other side of the glass, jump scarring her. 

She huffs, picking up her clipboard. 

“I forgot he still does that." 

You give a little sheepish laugh and wave at him, he waves back with a toothy grin. 

She sits down at a tiny desk and your eyes pan to the security cameras monitoring the tank 

She glances up, speaking in her professional monotone. 

“I will be here to ensure your safety and his. You still have a right to privacy, the footage will not be shared unless you give permission, and even then it would only be for scientific study." 

You've had this explained to you, you've had lots of things explained to you, though it's nice that she's trying to make you feel better.  

You step into the small changing room to the side, sliding on a wet suit shirt and bikini bottoms, no use in wearing pants. 

The room is small but it's got an open roof, which is nice at least. Amused, you survey the still waters of the pool, you shake your head and step onto the gentle ramp leading into the water. There’s a soft mat placed on the gentle slope leading into the water and you sit down so the water comes up to your hips.  

You sit down with your legs spread out, pretending you don't see the water rippling as he gets closer. Despite yourself, you still let out a surprised scream when he grabs your leg and pulls you into the water. 

He climbs over you and nuzzles his forehead against yours, giving you wet kisses as you laugh. He leans down further when you deepen the kiss and even with his arms holding up his weight you can still feel how heavy he is above you.  

He flops down next to you on his side with a heavy splash, the plastic mat dipping with his weight.  

You turn to face him, unable to stop yourself from noticing the size difference when you’re so close. He’s probably doing the same, you both know why you’re here, you’ve both been briefed thoroughly.  

You wished you could talk to him, about this, about anything, and you're pretty sure the look on his face says he wants the same. He reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles before placing your warm palm against his cheek.  

You let him bring you closer, webbed hands pressing you against his chest. You kiss his weird nose and he captures your mouth in a kiss. This is how you communicate, with touches and closeness.  

His cold, wet tongue slides against yours, his sharp teeth tease your tongue with little nibbles that only make you deepen the kiss. His webbed fingers inch between your bikini bottoms. 

He parts, panting against your lips, looking into your eyes. You nod and push his shoulders down, he follows with ease until his head is under water, inches away from your heat.  

You feel more naked than you ever have before when he slips your bikini down your legs, your cunt laid bare for him to smell in the water.  

His hulking tail shimmies, sloshing and splashing water around. He starts with soft kisses all the way down your slit, his hands tracing up and down your legs.  

Short claws prick and softly caress your skin as he pressed his tongue flat against you, easing it inside your warm cunt. His hands never stop grabbing and massaging, obsessed with every inch of fat and muscle they can touch.  

His tongue reaches past what a human's would and then some more, making you let out a surprised moan at the sensation, bucking your hips.  

In response, he slides his tongue all the way out and all the way back in, loving how your walls squeeze down on him.  

It doesn’t take long for him to work you up into a flurry of moans and squirming pleasure. Your thighs wrap around his head and you hear his tail splash in the water.  

Thinking that he can’t breathe, you try to pull away but his hands shoot to your thighs to keep them wrapped tightly around his head. You laugh a little to yourself when you remember he has gills and doesn’t need to breathe through his mouth.  

Tilting your head back, you let yourself get lost in humping his face and fucking back on his thick tongue. His finned ears tickle your thighs as the tip of his tongue reaches just the right spot. You reach down to frantically play with your clit, bringing yourself to a clenching orgasm around his tongue.  

He licks and sucks you as you come down and you have to push him away to make him stop.  

He lifts his head above water, licking his lips with blown out eyes. He crawls up your body till his unsheathed cock presses against you. You look down curiously, the appendage is big as you expected, but still manageable. You’ve been preparing for this for weeks now.  

His clicks softly and you meet his eyes, laying back and nodding your head, giving him a reassuring kiss.  

His cock head nudges your cunt before easing himself inside, your heavy breaths mix. 

He bottoms out, tip kissing your cervix just right. He stays there for a minute, resting his elbows on the padding under you, seemingly catching his breath.  

You buck your hips up just slightly and he clicks loudly, resting his head against your shoulder. You laugh as he holds your hip down with one hand.  

It makes sense he’d be a bit sensitive, you don’t imagine he’s had much experience.  

You hook your legs around him and latch onto his shoulder with your teeth. He whines and bucks into you, water splashing with the harsh thrusts. His grunts get louder and his hips faster the harder you bite, nails scratching down his back making him even more frantic.  

You feel him gush inside you, releasing his slimy seed. It spurts out of you with every hard thrust and the force against your clit has you cumming just as fast and hard as him.  

He heaves above you, his gills flaring and his arms shaking with the effort. You pat his shoulder, trying to get him to roll over but he shakes his head. You give a frustrated sigh but let the stubborn merman show you how strong and capable he is. 

His cock widens inside you, but the numbness from your orgasm keeps you from really registering it until he starts hissing, throwing his head back.  

You thought he was hurt until you felt the little push against your cunt; An egg slowly making its way from him into you. He gave short, deliberate thrusts helping it along. You tried not to clench too hard or move too much, wanting to make this as easy as possible for him, a difficult task when the soft egg nudged against your pliant cervix, wanting entrance.  

Your hands roam his silky chest, circling your hips to help thaw the tension inside you and allow his egg to ease inside ever so slightly, inch by inch, until it finally pops in, nestling inside your womb. You both moan, breaths mixing as he leans his forehead against yours, his hips moving again, readying you for the next one.  

One by one, you received his clutch like a good mate. Your stomach bulging slightly with every addition until you were sensitive and shaking all over.  

He struggled with the last one, trying not to put too much weight on you while grinding his spent cock inside your wet, raw walls.  

That’s when you finally manage to push him off of you and straddle him with shaky legs. The water came up to his gills, and you could see what a relief it was, feeling him relax, his hands falling limply on your thighs.  

You slowly grind down, his cock digging just a little deeper making both of you moan. He whimpers, his blunt claws dig into your hips, keeping you right there.

You lean closer, reaching up to cup your hands around his throat and gently squeeze. He tips his head back, eyes rolling and you feel his gills flare against your fingers. You squeeze harder, and grind down, feeling the egg move deeper inside you.  

You wonder if you’re the first human allowed to choke a mer without being escorted out of the sanctuary by security. 

He releases even more of his seed into your already soaked cunt. His egg finally kisses your cervix and you lean down, making him bend forward so you can kiss him as the last egg eases inside your pliable cervix.  

You let go and slowly slide off his cock to lay next to him on the mat. You stare up at the blue sky, catching your breaths. He’s the first to move, rolling on his side and nuzzling his head into your neck.

If you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked bashful, clicking happily as he rubs a hand down your swollen stomach. His soft affections and your exhaustion made falling asleep easy.  

You woke up a few times, the sky a different shade each time. In one instance, you woke up to him hissing and covering you with his body. You heard footsteps walking away and his hissing simmered down, then he was feeding you cut up fruits and lifting your head so you could drink some much needed bottled water.  

Another time, you woke up and he wasn’t there. It shocked you in your very emotionally and physically vulnerable state, and you didn’t realise you were panicking until he splashed out of the water and crawled over to you. You didn’t know his face could convey so much concern until then and you let him console you back to sleep, barely noticing the basket he brought up with him before you fell asleep.  

The next time you woke, it was with a contraction. You groaned, clutching your stomach and your mate shot up next to you. He clicked and purred, rubbing soothing circles on your tummy but it only helped a fraction.  

You whimpered as he gently shifted you down so your hips were submerged in the water and you felt him place the basket under you.  

They came out quicker than you thought, they were slimy and thick, heavy as they passed through your walls and plopped into the basket.  

There must have been four or five? By the third the process was more pleasurable than painful and you found yourself grinding in the water as your mate circled your clit ever so gently, loosening you up even more as the last slimy egg slid past your walls.

Once you were empty, you flopped down boneless on the mat and he leaned over to kiss your cheek a couple times before dropping down into the water. You could see his blurry figure, swimming away with the basket, down into one of the underwater tunnels connecting the sanctuary together.  

You were told the eggs had to be taken to the nursery immediately after being laid so the older mers could take care of them and make sure nothing was wrong. 

Even knowing that, seeing him leave still hurt. You felt empty, cold, exhausted, and alone. You waited, laying on the mat, your skin pruney and dehydrated. After a while you heard footsteps and turned around to see the doctor standing at the edge of the pool.  

She kept her eyes on the ground, holding a towel out for you. You shuffled to the edge and wrapping it around yourself. For a moment, you just sat there, finally on dry land but all you wanted to do was swim down into the water and never need to come back 

Just as you turned away, you heard a splash and those distinct clicks. You knelt at the edge of the pool, curling your arms around him and trying to soothe some of the concern off his face. You saw guilt and envy and sadness, you're sure he saw it all on your face too. You kissed his forehead and stood up, wobbling back to where you belonged as he watched. 

Three of the eggs didn’t mature, leaving you with two healthy eggs and a lot of fomo because you weren’t allowed down in the nursery to see them. The tunnels were too deep and too complicated, and you weren’t an experience diver. 

They prepared you for the loss, it was expected especially for mer-human clutches, but your mate still seemed devastated by it. You spent an entire afternoon in silence after getting the news, no clicks, no swimming, no playfulness, just floating and silence.  

As the weeks progressed, he quickly developed a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. He was more territorial of you but also more chatty with the other mers. Some days he'd swim laps and laps around the large social tank, and some he'd float idly on the surface, staring at the sky for hours.  

You asked many, many questions and read many, many mind-numbing scientific articles and papers on everything there was to know about merfolk and pups. You tried to convince the higher-ups to let you see your eggs hatch but it was far too risky. Your eggs weren't the only ones in there and while the other mers were generally accepting of humans in the social tank, it wouldn't be the same if you were near their eggs. 

This means that when your babies hatched, you weren’t allowed to see them. You could only sit in a cold, dark room and stare out the small observation window near the entrance of the nursery.  

You sat there for hours, wrapped in a blanket, imagining what it would be like to swim among the seaweed in that dark world. Imagining what your babies' first cries would sound like, what they looked like. Would they know you weren't there? 

A knocking on the acrylic window snapped you out of your thoughts. Your mate was on the other side, waving excitedly with a basket in his hands.  

You scrambled to the window, as he held out the basket to show you two tiny, chubby faces sleeping soundly. They were bundled up in one of your wet suit jackets to get them accustomed to your scent (his idea). They had tiny, finned ears, and chubby, webbed fingers, they had lips that looked more like yours and noses that looked more like his.  

Your mate eagerly pointed to the smaller one, the one that resembled you the most, with tiny tufts of floating hair and when they opened their eyes, the colour matched yours in a way you didn't know was possible for mers.  

They then started crying and he tensed, looking to you with wide eyes as if you could help. You gave him an incredulous shrug and waved your hands to tell him to take the poor things back to the nursery where the nurses could look after them until you could see them properly.  

He nodded and gave a cute little wave before swimming back into the tunnel.  

You sat back with a sigh, head in your hands and a smile on your face. This is definitely not how you saw this job going. 

[specsthesecond]

Dude my friend’s, friend said the same thing about “not seeing you dating” and boom. After one horrid relationship, I actually think I’ll never date again 😭😭😭 but it’s okay cause I don’t have TIME . I am busy reading your stuff

LMAO

I'm so scared of somehow actually dating someone and it goes terribly (which is the most likely outcome given how inexperienced I am and how fucked the dating market apparently is)

From the outside it seems like a lot of ppl my age are giving up on dating? Or at least they say they are. I'm sure this has no larger negative impact on society.

[specsthesecond]

We'll be fine, I promise 🤍

Coming from 27-year-old virgin who's had two short relationships which were never going to last because the 'click' wasn't there.

Take your time, work on yourself, and enjoy life.

Yeah, I know. 💕🙂‍↕️

I've been okay being alone and single for my whole life but I still would've liked to experience it and figure out myself if it was for me instead of being told that by others and having it inform my opinion of myself y'know?

I'm content but it's hard not to imagine if things could be different.

Thanks anon 🖤

[specsthesecond]

(disheveled, pointing to nonsensical corkboard of nonsense)

So you see the reason I haven't been able to write any monster smut is because a cosmic entity is in love with me and gets jealous easily so it stops me from thinking about or writing monster porn. Does that make sense? Are you following?

[specsthesecond]

In highschool my friends used to say "I can't imagine you in a relationship" and I feel like that's part of why I'm the way I am.

[specsthesecond]

I’m a little late but omg love the monster pocket pussy fics! Do you have any where they eat you out first? (Loooove the Minotaur one but also would love a werewolf one too, need to see them surprised by a knot. Totally unexpected)

I think my first pocket pussy post ever had a surprise knot? If I'm not too lazy to find it I'll link it.

So just like how there's a mode for cockwarming, there's also one just for cunnilingus. (Don't ask how it works babe, it's magic)

It's very popular for partners who don't want any chances of pregnancy or just like the easier cleanup required. Luckily, there's just as much diversity in monster tongues as there is in monster cocks!

Long and slimy, fat and rough, thin, short, prehensile. Always slurping and licking and spitting and sucking. Just the idea that there's always someone or something tasting you 🤤

Become a partner and we'll find just the right monster with an oral fixation for you!

[theprimitivesexappeal]

This is how i feel

[bunnis-monsters]

Tried to make friends, that shit does NOT work. I give up

[specsthesecond]

🐚 Oops! You made a friend at the Mer sanctuary.

You're just a caretaker, you feed them, clean the tanks, make sure they're content and check for any sick or injured mers.

You've really loved this job…up until now.

“I know he looks scary, Doll, but he's just playing."

Your superior pats you on the back as you stare at the huge mer on the other side of the glass. His big black eyes bore into you, sharp grin bared with his huge hands placed flat on the glass.

Yeah, he's obviously trying to scare you but that doesn't make it any less scary!

“He can get touchy but you just gotta shoo him away."

She waves you into the room where his tank is and you hesitantly walk in with all your cleaning gear. He gets a little secluded tank all to himself because apparently he bullies the other mers and likes scaring guests that come past the small observation window of the tanks.

You keep the door open for some sense of comfort, your steps echoing in the silent room. His head pops up from the water, only his eyes visible as he watches you get all your gear ready. You stand at the edge of the steps leading into his tank for a moment and he stays in his same spot, unblinking.

You shuffle around in your pocket and pull out a sardine, tossing it in front of him. He watches the dead fish sink into the water and then points his gaze right back at you.

You resist a shiver, sighing in defeat and taking the first few steps into the shallow waters. As soon as you reached knee deep, he sinks down into the water and you can see his huge figure swim deeper into the darker parts of the tank.

Hoping that he lost interest, you decide to just get this over with as quick as possible and start wiping down the thick glass of the tank. You wipe down the whole upper part of the tank closest to the surface while trying not to think about how you'll possibly clean everywhere else.

Every now and then you feel a brush against your leg or a force in the water next to you but you end up getting the whole top section of the tank done without much incident.

You sit on the edge of the tank, getting your scuba gear ready, eyes flicking around the pool every now and then. The silence makes everything so unsettling, it feels like he's just waiting for-

You don't even register the huge black blur moving towards you before he bursts out of the water, claws and teeth bared. You scream and swing your fist at the thing your instincts are telling you is trying to eat you, punching the mer right in the nose.

A gasp leaves you as you realise what you've done, holding in a tense breath as he groans and cradles his face. He looks at his bloody hand and then back at you in what appears to be shock. You wait for him to rip you in two but he just stares. Then his mouth slowly turns up in a sharp grin, blood still dripping from his nose.

He lunges forward and your scream is cut short when he wraps his thick arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your stomach. You wheeze at the crushing hug, confused and still scared but if his happy clicking sounds are anything to go by, he definitely doesn't want to kill you.

You're not sure if you would've preferred cleaning the tank in constant fear for your life or if having a massive mer clinging to you the whole time was the better option.

You managed to get it done, with much struggle. He actually helped you a little at first, but got bored quickly and opted for seeing how far he could unzip your swimsuit before you swatted him away. He also stole one of your flippers at one point and only gave it back when you gave him sufficient head scratches.

Once the job was done, you knew he wouldn't just let you leave, and you kind of felt bad when you started packing up and he let out sad little whines, so you sat on the edge of the tank, patting his head until your superior came looking for you.

“So…you punched him?"

You sheepishly nodded to her, munching gratefully on the donut she brought for you since you missed your lunch break.

“and now he's in love with you?”

You give her a solemn nod this time, watching as he traces patterns on your thigh.

“Well, shit."

All you can do is nod once more in agreement to that accurate assesment of your situation.

[badasserywomen]

Gorgon Stheno

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Eldritch being who has taken over your entire town.

TW. Dead Dove Do Not Eat Horror, confinement, isolation, death, Stockholm syndrome, yandere

You didn’t know when it had happened, but there was something very obviously wrong with your town.

It was the little things like the warped street signs, the inconsistent cracks in the sidewalk, and the way that the uncanny faces of people seemed to stare at you. It didn’t use to be like this, but you found yourself cautious about your new reality on the daily. You did try to leave and call for help, but there was some mysterious force cutting off your network. And when you did try to pack all your bags and high tail it out of there, you would end up just looping straight back on your street no matter what direction you drove in.

So now you made do with the fact that nothing was normal.

You sometimes wonder why whatever has infected all the people decided to leave you alone. Because there was no way it wasn’t a conscious decision. Your favorite flowers would start sprouting out of concrete walls and glass despite the fact it would be the middle of winter one day and a scorching summer the next. Not to mention, those flowers didn’t even grow here to begin with. It was a gesture. If it was meant to tempt or be kind, you weren’t sure. 

The town functioned like nothing was out of the ordinary, though. Well, at least it tried to puppet the barely real bodies of your community to do things they would daily. The grocery store always had food and figures milling about, and even though none of the products ever tasted quite right or had words in a real language, you could tell “it” was trying to keep things running for you.

You’d once tried to hide away in your house, thinking that it was somehow protecting you from whatever was out there. But all you did was make it angry. Constant thunderstorms that shook the ground, and hail that pounded on your roof and walls. When you continued to stay inside, that’s when it made things clear: it was letting you stay as you were. The house shifted dramatically, doors disappearing and walls bending in front of your eyes. 

Come outside. Stop trying to resist.

Privacy was just another one of those far-out concepts now.

The thing, as you so liked to call it, had been more affectionate lately. You didn’t know exactly how to describe it, but it had started morphing all the “people” into more attractive versions of themselves. Or at least, what it thought of as attractive to humans. Their faces were more tangible now and less blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but they were uncanny in a new way. Skin too smooth, too perfect in so many different ways. Symmetrical, full lips, pleasant expressions, soothing voices: all things that on paper would lure someone in, but it had alarm bells ringing in your head nearly all the time now.

“I don’t like this, you know,” You said one day as you sat in the diner. The room was stretched out wider than what it looked like on the outside, and the waitress had an unnaturally wide smile. Before you was a plate of… something. Your guess was pancakes.

“What do you mean?” Several voices asked at once. It came from all around, and the waitress’s mouth barely moved to match the words. 

“ I like you better when you aren’t trying so hard to be something you weren’t.”

There was a pause, and the building slowly unraveled into a jumbled mess of things that you could barely comprehend, the other patrons' faces and bodies melting away into linoleum floors. 

“You’re not human. You don’t have to be. I think I’d prefer that honestly,” You shrugged and poked at your food. From the corner of your eyes, a figure seemed to emerge from the mess of what used to be your favorite restaurant. It was a writhing mass of dark tendrils, reaching for anything nearby. You’re breath caught in your throat.

“Do you really mean that?”

The voice spoke, but there wasn’t any face to accompany it. It reverberated in the base of your spine, racing through your nerves like lightning. Your breath hitched, and you finally gathered enough courage to look at it. It was a mess of things you couldn’t quite make out, but it was almost comforting. 

“This is the first time I’ve actually seen you,” you admitted, a small laugh of disbelief caught in your throat. You couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time it had actually listened to you. 

The being twitched, pulsing as it slid over towards where you were sitting at the booth. It was the only thing that had stayed intact. For something so expressionless, you’d dare to say it seemed shy. 

From the inky mass, one tendril reached out for you, the air around it crackling. You stayed in place as it slid over your hand, and you felt the wonder and relief.

“Will you stay with me? I don’t want to force you, but I’m so alone… you’re the only one who doesn’t disappear when I’m near.”

You blinked as the mass filled the cracks between your hands, folding into the lines of your palms as if trying to memorize you. If it had a hand, you’d be holding it. If it had lips, yours would be slotting against them. If it had a heart, you were certain they’d be painted a similar shade of loneliness. 

You stood up and slowly approached it, holding out your arms as you leaned in, wrapped your arms around its slowly forming figure, and nodded in silence.