Monster boyfriend who would whine until you flash him your boobs. He's sad? Nah, he just wants to see your boobs. He's enjoying a snack but feels bored? He def wants to see your boobs... He's just a bit obsessed with you and how good your boobs look when he grabs them with his too big hands. How pretty your nipples look when he runs his claws over them until they are hard peaks and he can flick them until *you* are the one whining.
notes: was rewatching spn when I got to the shape-shifting ep. bro sounded so pathetic when he was talking about wanting someone to love him, having to hide himself from the world, forced to act, and look diff just to fit in with society. hit me hard cuz I just love desperate monsters
tags/cws: yan! shapeshifter, monster, gn reader, monster/human relationship, ansgt, stalking, lying and deception, love drunk monster, soft yandere, fluff, kisses, gender 4 the shifter is never mentioned so they can be whatever u want:3
→ yan! shapeshifter who stumbles upon you on accident, maybe you met them in the store as an employee or a customer, met them along the street when they asked for directions, met them at the university you attended, etc…
→ yan! shapeshifter will be smitten with you as soon as they lay their eyes on you no matter the scenario you've met. they've had countless relationships before, though none of them ever lasted long. some of their partners were unfaithful, some were just assholes, and some found out what they were and reacted negativly. either way, all of them ended up dead.
→ yan! shapeshifter who wanted to play it safe with you. they slowly started to stalk you from a far, learning your intrests, likes, dislikes, your work and/or school schedule, what time you sleep or wake. they know where you keep the spare keys and let themselves in anytime you aren't home or when you're asleep. they familiarize themselves with your house layout, noting out which floorboards creak to avoid them next time.
→ yan! shapeshifter who after they gain all this information on you, changes into somone who fits your preferences to the T, making sure you won't be able to resist them. plus with all the years they've been alive and the countless relationships they've been in, safe to say they know how to woo somebody.
→ yan! shapeshifter slowly inserts themselves into your life, getting closer and closer to you until they're considered a close friend. you guys are practically joint to the hip, spending time with each other constantly and hell they even got a job at the place you work at(or near by).
→ yan! shapeshifter who gets you to fall for them, after months or even years of building a relationship & friendship with you. They're over the moon when you ask them out, practically vibrating in pure joy as they kiss you senseless.
→ yan! shapeshifter who plays the perfect partner, rarely fighting, willing to bend to your will to a certain extent. They love taking you out on dates or staying home to spend time with you. They make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day without fail. Even leaves cute little notes in your lunch boxes.
→ yan! shapeshifter that loves listening to you talk and rambles about things, always listening so intently remembering every detail. They like talking about themselves too, using the same stuff you like, some of the things from the human who's skin they stole and every once in a while they sprinkle in details about their true self.
→ yan! shapeshifter who can't stop themselves from touching and kissing you all over. everything you're in a room toegther they're touching you in some way. caressing and enjoying your beautiful skin. if you're okay with it, they'd love to mark your body. giving you hickeys along your neck so people know you're taken.
→ yan! shapeshifter adores the way your lips feel on their skin, melting into you every time you kiss them. they get lost in the feeling easily, clutching onto your clothing and holding you close. they never want the feeling to end, and for the love of stars, mark them up so they can relish in feeling wanted for once in their lifetime.
→ yan! shapeshifter they long for the day you can kiss their real skin, their true selves. they hate having to hide themselves from you but are scared. fearing yet another rejection by the one they love most.
→ yan! shapeshifter who looks in the mirror after a long day's work, tracing the skins features with a frown on their face. the skin was attractive, but it just wasn't them. It didn't feel like them. No matter how hard they tried to associate themselves with it, they couldn't help but feel dissociated from it.
→ yan! shapeshifter who cries during momments like these, wanting nothing more than to go back to their true skin and have you accept what they are. they hide themselves from you during these times, locking the bathroom door and only opening when you nearly break it down. they melt into your arms when you hug them, clinging to you like a lifeline.
→ yan! shapeshifter who maybe, after a few years of your relationship, decides to show themselves to you. unable to hide anymore. you were so confused when they had you reassure them countless times that your view of them wouldn't change in the slightest, that you won't tuck tail and run after seeing them. you were even more confused when they stripped down bare before you, until you saw them change
→ yan! shapeshifter that worries that the combination of violent skin and bone cracking with their true form revealed scared you for good. they're frozen in place when you suddenly approach them without any words and cup their abnormal face into your hands.
→ yan! shapeshifter who lets out the needdist whine when you assure them that you still love them and won't be leaving anytime soon. they melt into you when you finally kiss them. It's an awkward kiss, but it works, and they simply can't get enough of it, of you.
→ yan! shapeshifter who wants to keep you with them forever, pulling some strings to keep you living longer without you knowing in hopes you won't be mad.
→ yan! shapeshifter who stays in their true form whenever you're home, while they use their human form for going outside. they're home more often, doing their job remotely so they don't have to spend too much time in the skin, truth be told after long term use irs not very comfortable.
→ yan! shapeshifter who gets their old eating habits back, their old(and now current) diet consisted of raw meat from both animals and humans alike. they're honest about the human eating part but assures you that the people they kill deserves it— usually these are people who've been rude to you in their presence
→ yan! shapeshifter who is all but willing to share their food, either when it's raw or cooked. your choice. they have a habit of getting quite messy with their food, blood all over their fingers and face, they eat naked so you don't have to worry about blood stains on clothing.
→ yan! shapeshifter likes try and kiss you when they're bloody, the food somtimes have them being giddy. If you do let them kiss you 9 times out of ten, it'll end up with one of you bent over the table getting their back blown out.
→ yan! shapeshifter is an absolute cuddle bug. You thought they were cuddlely when they were human? Now it'd times 10. They curl their bigger body around you, engulfing you into their embrace acting as a shield to protect you from this world.
Thinking about grinding again, this time on a monster's wing, specifically one of the flesh or scale covered bones that makes up the spine of it.
You push your monster lover onto their belly and climb on their back, and they think you're just going to caress their sensitive wings as some foreplay, but instead you straddle the wing bone coming out of their back and grind your soaked pussy down onto it. It's the perfect size to slide back and forth on, making you both moan. Your knees dig into their back as you ride their wing bone, but they don't care, it just feels so good to have you using them this way.
And after you come, and have thoroughly driven them crazy, they buck you off their back to get you under them and finally drive their aching cock into you, fucking you while you stare up at those glorious wings flared wide above you.
TW Unhealthy relationship(it's a monster that's wearing the skin on you're lover idk what to tell you) implied non-con/forced pregnancy afab reader but pronouns are gn author is also hasn't written anything in two years so be warned
Someone — anyone—should have looked for you or the researchers, at least, shouldn't they? Or did they know none of you would come out truly human?
You lay on one of the beds in the research centers. It's certainly not comfortable, but it's better than that damned pod.
"Sit up, I have something for you to eat."
Their voice rang out, sending a shiver down your spine, but you obey them — goodness knows you wouldn't want to piss them off right now. "Eat," they rasped, handing you one of those food supply containers. It didn't taste good, but it was definitely better than nothing.
You have a look-up at them. They had been keeping the gas mask on more often than not. You certainly weren't complaining. Looking at the vacant stare of the person you once loved wasn't something you wanted to see. You look back at the bag and open it, hesitantly eating, glancing at them every now, and then they always just stared at you, no matter how trivial it was.
The nights were usually worse than any day could be spent with your face on the pillow as the monster above you used your body until you couldn't keep your eyes open.
But tonight was different. Instead of forcing your body down, they just hold you — not like your lover used to—but there was an effort as if they could sense your confusion. They muttered simply, "You're carrying my kin now it's time for you to rest as much as you can."
Your heart sutterd to a halt. You had prayed this wouldn't happen, but then again, maybe it should have been expected, but almost like on cue, you felt a small movement in your abdomen. It made you want to vomit as you felt their cold hands gently rubbing your stomach. It would have been a lovely moment if it weren't for everything that happened that led up to this "what?" Your voice couldn't hide the panic setting in. They didn't respond, only continuing to rub your abdomen, ignoring your panicked breathing, "Why, why me?" Was you all whimpering out? "Because you're my mate dearest" was all they responded with, using their non-occupied hand to massage your scalp. "Sleep" was the last thing they said before the night became silent once more.
Imagine, just for a moment, something lurking outside your bedroom in the dark on a warm's summer night. You were simply enjoying the night's cool breeze through your open window, not knowing a creature was waiting to take you. The thing in the shadows is so desperate, smelling your sweet scent whilst being unable to taste you was so... infuriating. They had to have you, and they had to do so now. Stealing in through the window, silent as the stars in the sky, it melts into the shadows. You shiver, having felt the temperature drop. You go to close your window, shutting it and the curtains. And that is when the thing grabs you, whispering only one thing in your ear.
"When have I ever not been serious, my love?" Your lover, a long-legged, eight-foot-tall harpy spoke, hugging you tightly in a clutch of the nest they made. It was a mixture of soft pillows, their soft feathers and twigs, making up a large portion for the both of you to rest in.
"I don't know, I just thought, if we couldn't have children naturally... would you've been angry?"
You watch as your lover's face contorts into one of concern, being upset by your words. "You know I could never be angry at you, my love." They snuggled into the crook of your neck affectionately, murmuring. "I'm just saying, imagine a youngling, running around, one that looked like you."
That was one thing that melted your heart, but you could only giggle softly at their words. "We can't just find a child that looks exactly like me, darling."
"I know, I know, but you like the sound of that?" They beamed, feathers fluffing and becoming more puffed out. "What do you think though? Adopting a little human?"
"What about a harpy? Wouldn't you want one of your kind?"
"We could always get one further down the line, but I'd like a human, first." They said, chirping happily into your hair, and kissing you affectionately.
It was only when they pulled back from you to stare into your eyes that you realised their next words were serious.
"I will protect you with my life." They said with all sincerity, "You and the youngling. I'll protect you with my life."
"I know, my love," you cuddled into their chest, hearing the deep chirps that reverberated all throughout their body and through yours, "I know."
anonymous—Okay for a concept how about a scientist studying a new species of mermaid, who starts getting obsessed with the scientist?
tw: gore, death, underwater, confinement, horror, unedited
note: im not a diver so some aspects im likely wrong on. anyway, these concepts are getting longer and longer, huh. need to cut that out, smh.
Bubbles rushed from your mouthpiece, your screaming muffled in the dark water. As the protective cage continued to sink, the chains bent and broken by a lurking predator, you fisted on the bars above your head and kicked your rubber fins. Desperately trying to defy the laws of physic, to survive for another day. Your natural buoyancy and the water pressure wanted to push you up, out from the deep blue, but the metal cube was heavier than you, dragging you downward to the abyss below—and there were no safe way out from your predicament.
You tried not to look at the red plumes clashing the beautiful blue, bodies and other nameless bits drifting away from your vision. And, you especially tried not to look at the monster responsible for shredding, and devouring, your coworkers. Tears dripped on the inside of your fogged up goggles, nearly blinding you from the black dart lunging at your fists on the top bars.
The metals dented when you streaked away, narrowly avoiding being grabbed and torn apart from your shoulder. That, as your eyes caught a glimpse of a floating torso missing arms, had happened to your comrades. You flapped your feet down to the bottom, clinging down the bars there, and stared wide-eyed at the specimen lingering on the ceiling.
Their grin was impossibly wide, needle-like teeth baring in full before your very eyes. Wrapping their long webbed claws on the iron bars, the same ones you held on, they pressed up their face and...stared back, their moon-like eyes glittering with hunger. Their appetite not welted from gnawing on those poor souls,
You’re next on their menus.
[they never showed this kind of behavior before...! So, why...?]
Their coiling tail wrapped around the shark cage, sealing all possible gaps you could slip through. You shallowed a wail at a silky brush of their inky scales on your knuckles. You didn’t dare breaking the gaze with the monster, feeling like it’d be an instant death if you had. Your teeth harsh on the hard plastic, you begged.
The monster clicked and clacked their curtain of bronze teeth. A small ball of light peered through their spiny black mane. Tempting you, distracting you, but you knew their aim. You stayed fixated at their face, determined not to give it pleasure of watching you squirm to your end.
White gust of bubbles fled from your tight lips, when you heard that unmistakable groan of metal. Crushing. Around you, the tail constricted the cage. Above your head, the monster spread the bars. Snapping them like they were toothpicks.
Abandoning the broken pieces, those hands lurched for you.
And wrapped around your waist in a sudden, and suffocating, embrace.
The monster rumbled, pleased, to have you in their grasp.
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.)
