Hey, I'm snail, (most people know my main blog @fanaticsnail). I write sometimes, and this is where I write for monsters and fae. I hope you enjoy the stories I create. Thanks for stopping by!
Stress Relief (Minotaur x afab!reader) NSFW
Themes: monster x human, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), monster loving, smut, one-shot.
My Favorite (Merman x gn!reader) SFW
Themes: merman x gn!reader, no prior relationship, first kiss, sign language, favoritism, swimming, holding breath beneath water, sfw, romance.
There’s monsters with a human kink, and then there’s the fully-dedicated human weebs. I’m talking about monsters with a human obsession. Certified, unapologetic human simps. So what if they might be fictional? No other monster could ever compare!
They have folders upon folders of human fanart, they’ve read all the fanfiction, their bachelor home is crowded with human-themed merch.
Bonus: human media will occasionally glitch its way into the monster realm, and they assume it must be remnants from a long-lost show or made-up story.
“This is my mate’s shrine,” one monster writes on a human fan forum. Attached to his message is a photo of…you? It’s neatly framed in lacy border, placed on a table surrounded by flowers and an empty plate. It’s a pretend date.
“Some might call me pathetic, but I don’t care. I’m yet to find the source for this character; all I have is this image. Alas, it’s enough for me.”
Within minutes, another beastly creature responds:
“Hey! That’s my mate, I found them first,” they declare, including a picture of a similar shrine, this time with a different photo of you that has somehow made it to their world.
If only you were real! They’d do anything to have you...
yeah yeah monsterfuckers but what about humanfuckers. what about the dragon who leaves flower arrangements at the base of the princess’ tower? what about the werewolf who pines for a human to protect? what about a naga who is so so cold and wishes she had a nice warm human to coil around? what then
On your first day of work, you encountered a monster beyond your comprehension. A colossal mass of blight and energy, standing above trees and hills and overseeing the grounds with an all-knowing gaze.
You'd assumed he is the owner of the Monster Hotel, the one who guides everything with an iron fist. You were quickly told by your centaur manager that no, the forgotten God of an ancient, long buried Cosmos is just Toby. The gardener.
Toby is rather shy and mostly mumbles words of a cursed language you don't dare to understand. He frequently offers you small bouquets of flowers whenever you pass by his garden. On particularly hot days, he likes to wear his lucky straw hat.
monster boyfriend idea but he’s a grumpy old alien scientist that only has a soft spot for you.(BONUS— you are an earthling astronaut somehow stranded on his planet)
Themes: merman x gn!reader, no prior relationship, first kiss, sign language, favoritism, swimming, holding breath beneath water, sfw, romance.
Notes: Divider by @/firefly-graphics. Putting on a wet wetsuit sucks. I always think about the way sounds work differently in water, so I thought I'd follow suit with "The Shape of Water" and incorporate sign language into the equation.
Venturing deeper into the aquarium, the false light from the climate controlled tank flittered against the rounded glass and made the water turn a radiant blue. All soft and hard corals and began to glow beneath the blue hue, vibrant displays of neon greens and bright purples eclipsing the backdrop of brown rock to the back of the aquatic display.
Walking towards the glimmering surface of the pool, you slowly dip your reef-socks against the surface and dampen the bottom hem of your wetsuit. Looking down into the water, you spot the outline of a scaly tail swatting at the sand in a bored flap of petulant displeasure.
“Where’s my favorite?” you hummed down at the water, lowering your voice in a soft coo as you sat at the water’s edge. Almost immediately the water splashed and revealed the form of your web-handed, scale-covered, aquatic companion wearing a disgruntled pout on his features. Hovering over to the edge beside you, he motioned with several gestures on his hands without moving his lips.
“You are late,” his hand gestured, his top lip curling back to reveal his jagged and pointed teeth, “Not your favorite.” You smile at him, shaking your head and softly reaching to caress his cheek. He flinches away from your touch and glares up at you through his eyelashes.
“Oh, come now,” you scold him with a laugh in your tone, “I was maybe ten minutes late, fifteen if I’m pushing it.” He scoffs and gestures to the large analog clock plastered against the wall with his right hand before fluttering his webbed fingers back at you.
“Twenty-five,” he informed you, his eyes narrowing and glaring at you through his lengthy eyelashes, “Twenty-five minutes. Not your favorite.” You slouch your shoulders and shake your head at him, gently kicking your feet beneath the water. Looking over to the clock, you notice that he was correct: you were a full twenty-five minutes late in meeting with your favorite merman.
“Look, I’m sorry,” you huff out your apology in a soft whisper, “I got caught up with getting the silly wetsuit on. The one I usually wear was borrowed by the other linguistics worker before I started, and you have no idea how hard it is to squeeze these things on when they’re damp.” He swam over to you, shaking his head and glaring at you with rounded eyes. His damp hair clung to his face in patchy strands, prompting him to swat it away from his eyes.
“You want forgiveness?” he asked you with his hands, a condescending glare to depict his attitude was plastered on his face. You nod at him in response, and he scoffs at you immediately thereafter.
“No forgiveness,” he gestured at you, prompting you to lull your head on your shoulders and groan at him. He tapped at your knee to draw back your attention to him and continued to scold you with his hands, “Not your favorite. Have other Aqua here more favorite. No more favorite. I wait long, you here late.”
“Please,” you ask him, gently clasping your hands over his scale-covered wrists to halt his ranting, “I promise I tried to get here as fast as I could. You know how much I adore you, and you are my favorite.” He pouts and shrugs your hands off his wrists before slotting his torso up between your knees and glaring deeply into your eyes.
No matter how long you have known this merman, you always forget how much larger he is than you. He is tall, his shoulders muscular and broad, his biceps and forearms lean but holding an otherworldly strength you had never seen meet its equal. His face was topped with slightly raised divots and welts in the shape of glimmering scales to his forehead, jaw and cheekbones that tracked down the outside of his arms, over his spine and ribs and down to his tail.
You widen your eyes as you slowly take in his appearance closer, his scowl morphing to an expression of confusion and curiosity as his gaze darts all over your face.
“Why face?” he gestured with his hands before pointing to your eyes, “Eyes big. Have fear? Nervous?” You close your eyes and attempt to stifle your fluster and embarrassment.
“No, not fear. You’re just-...” you attempt to bite back your desire and hide the flush pooling in your cheeks. Looking back up to meet his eyes, you decide to bare your heart in the name of inter-humanoid relational cooperation and be honest with your aquatic counterpart, “...You’re very handsome, and you’re very close to me right now.”
He cocks his head to the side before moving in closer to you, his scaled hips slotting between your thighs and drawing the two of you even closer.
“Handsome?” he gestures, his digits gesturing to himself before waving his dominant, webbed-hand between you both, “Attraction?” You suck your lips into your mouth and slowly nod in a soft, bashful bob. He places his hand on your face, the webbed skin and scaled fingertips feeling foreign on your features.
“Kiss?” he gestured to you before he smirks at you with a cocky grin. His sharp teeth glinted in the blue light as he bobbed his head in a playful wiggle to taunt you before signing, “Kiss forgiveness?” You huff out a soft laugh at him, shaking your head and giving his shoulders a gentle shove.
“That would not be very appropriate,” you giggle at him, looking down to where your hands remain on his torso and noticing how his aquatic pectorals seem to dwarf you. Your fluster grows further as he grips your wrists in a soft circle over each side and caresses your skin with a circular gesture.
He looks down and lowers his head to chase your gaze as you attempt to avoid him with your eyes. Bobbing his head down, he nudges your chin with the crown of his head to move your eyes up. Meeting his gaze once more, he smiles genuinely at you and moves forward to brush his nose against yours playfully before releasing your wrists.
“Kiss,” he signed with a soft nod, gripping your wrists and manipulating your hands to sign them along with him, “K, I, S, S. Kiss. Want kiss. Kiss forgiveness, kiss means favorite.” You laugh at him before shaking your head and using your own hands to gesture with his in the same way he did with yours.
“You want a kiss in payment of your forgiveness, because you need assurance that you’re still my favorite?” you witness him enthusiastically nod, his tail flickering beneath the water’s surface in gleeful anticipation. You sigh with a soft smile and bite back your inhibitions with a simple confirmation of, “Okay. I’ll kiss you.” He immediately releases your hands from his and places his webbed digits on your thighs to hoist himself up further.
A small squeak is all you manage to release before his lips capture yours beneath his. His lips feel cooler than yours, his coarse tongue immediately darting out to brush with yours in a deep oscillation. Rolling his chin, he mouths at you and is careful in displaying his raw emotion against your much smaller and more delicate frame.
His jaggared teeth threaten to puncture your lips as he sucks and licks at you with passion and longing depicted in every motion. Your hands hastily draw themselves up to find purchase against his shoulders, as he forces himself upwards to compress himself as tightly as he could against your chest. His body encumbers and overwhelms yours with his sheer size, his hands darting around your hips and gently lifting your body off the edge of his pool towards him.
You sucked in a sharp breath as he lowers the both of you beneath the water, your lips never breaking as your body adjusts to the compression and swelling of the water covering your head. He breathes into you, his lungs expanding yours and releasing his oxygen to keep you with him longer. He angles his chin to switch positions, spinning you gently beneath the waves as his tail flickers around you in complete joy.
Pulling away, you look at him as he releases you from his embrace and allows you to become comfortable wading beneath the surface. Your feet slowly peddle to hold you close to his eye-level, your hands gesturing between you and signing to him beneath the water.
“Am I forgiven for being late?” you ask, holding your breath as you anticipated his response. The deep baritone of his chuckle echoed within the water, his smile painted across his lips offering such a softness as he reached out to caress your cheek.
“I forgive you,” he spoke, his lips moving and propelling a soft expulsion of soft bubbles from his lips, “Need air?” You softly bob your head, expecting him to swim you both back up to the surface. In lieu of flicking his fin and drawing you back up, he swims closer to you and captures your lips with his once again, expanding your lungs with oxygen and smiling against your lips.
After pulling away, he gazes longingly down at you and asks you sweetly, “Am I still your favorite?” You nod at him with a soft smile on your lips, your hands gesturing to him enthusiastically.
“Yes. You are still my favorite.”
"Good," he responds in kind, pinching your chin in his thumb and webbed fingers, "Because you are mine too."
Themes: monster x human, afab!reader, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), devotion, overstimulation, NSFW, 18+.
Notes: first time writing for monsters, and hopefully not my last! Divider by @/firefly-graphics
No matter how much your routine is practiced and the necessary precautions taken, you are constantly taken by surprise at how much pleasure your Minotaur lover grants to you. Arriving home from the office, he barely tugs loose his tie and releases his suspenders with the snap of each band before you are taken into his arms and roughly placed against the nearest surface.
In this case, that meant the floor.
Back splayed on the wooden floorboards, hair damp and sticking against your forehead with beads of dewy sweat, legs thrust over his muscular shoulders, he drives his muzzle against your core and consumes your desire like a starved animal. Each lap of his long, purple tongue expertly seeks out and stimulates the deep recesses of your glistening cunt and savors each gush of your slick against his palate. Your hands grasp his broad horns to anchor you to the earth as he propels you to unexplored horizons of bliss and yearning.
Mewling and crying out for him, he does nothing but huff and pant against you as he senses your release band in your abdomen and coil tightly. He draws up his fuzzed hands and holds your hips flush with the floor as your back arches.
Continuing to grind at your clit and forcing you to lay trapped and take the pleasure he was granting you, the band finally snaps and erupts over his snout as his eyes roll back in his head.
Heaving and crying for him, he growls against you and continues lapping each wave of contracting desire washing against his lips. Weakly attempting to push him away from your core by the horns, he continues to consume your lust into waves of overstimulation until you are a babbling mess beneath him.
Each flick of his tongue over your sensitive slit and up to your clit has you unintentionally holding your breath and arching your back as he claimed your pleasure over his lips and rolled it in his tongue. A particular high-pitched call of his name has him smiling against you, his dark eyes staring up at you and greedily taking on your form in the thralls of pleasure.
“Breathe, baby,” he commanded you with a low growl, “Just breathe and let me have this.” You had no choice but to nod, your entire body ignited by the waves of lust. Each follicle of your hair was raised, your nipples in stiff peaks beneath what was left of your shirt.
He continued to consume you, snapping each coil expertly, hastily and greedily as they approached. Gushes of arousal poured from your core against his face as he dove into you. His cock throbbing beneath his gray dress pants and leaking precum against the material.
He would ignore his needs for now. His desires to release the stress of his workday by claiming your cum against his lips was far more satisfying than simply driving his giant cock into your much smaller body. Each time he did this when arriving home from work, he felt his stress roll away in waves from his shoulders. He adored you, the little cries you whimpered for him, and the unbridled mewls you would keen out with each eruption of bliss.
Having you like this was his favorite thing, and he was not willing to let up until he was satisfied you had nothing more to give. He knew you inside and out, intimately knowing your limits and willing to test them each time just a little further.
As you rode through your sixth orgasm on his face, tears running down your cheeks and saliva spilling over your lips as your mouth flew into the perfect ‘O’ he loves so much, he gave your thigh a gentle tap and whispered huskily up at you.
“C’mon, pretty,” his huffed smile praised up at you, “I know you've got one more.”
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