monster matchy👉👈? im 20 y/o enfp gay man who aspires to work in forensics or in ecology. i like monsters like nagas, merfolk, vampires, demons, fair folk (like the WEIRD ones) and driders. obvs big fan of nature but i also play the guitar and used to be a competitive figure skater. my love language is acts of service, no pref for him. BIG fan of there was only one bed, either sfw/nsft is good (a lil both? lol). hope thats enough info if theyre closed rn lmk ill drop you a kofi when they open
Keir - M Drider x M Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match
Anon monster match <3 I hope you love him!
Matches under the read more!
Content: NSFW/Lemon; colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers, flirting, teasing, hints of intimacy (hugging, massaging), only one bed (made of webbing), neck kissing (+ hints of marking), receiving handjob (+ release, not explicit), kissing, allusions to more (+ anal fingering)
Masterlist // Monster Match Info + Masterlist // My Ko-Fi
Headcanon
By necessity some time long ago, the creature you adored now more than any hadn't made the best of first impressions. Creeping from the forest on eight legs trembling worse than leaves he ducked beneath, the drider hesitated several feet before you, pedipalps tucked tight to his abdomen.
Though not the only drider in your company, the camouflage patterns to his darker fur mesmerised you. For how terribly uneasy he was that day - his hand soft in yours, fingers slender and shaking in the briefest of introductions - he hadn't faltered since.
The grace and balance of maneuvering such a large frame enthralled you into admiring him at any opportunity - always endeavouring to without him noticing, though you were certain he had. When his four, glinting eyes crinkled with a smothered mirth, you hid your stares.
It was a curse and blessing that for many weeks, your relationship remained one constrained by professionalism. You worked together brilliantly in discussing plans for sharing land sought after by those in towns and cities, and those living in the woods. With input from those on either perspective, there were tensions.
Until Keir understood you sided with him, not wishing for anyone to be displaced. His proposal was one ensuring everyone retained a fair share, and when he turned to you during his presentation - an attempt to persuade you, his mandibles slackened.
"Really," you said, smothering your laugh as he only swallowed. "I support this. I do."
It felt like it was the first time he looked at you.
Come next morning, Keir brought a warm drink for you - your favourite, and from that day, free time passed together. Where you before enjoyed lunch amongst other colleagues, you preferred the peace of only eating with Keir.
Your working relationship became something more through a blurring of lines.
Before you needed to complain of your exhaustion, gentle touches would comfort you, easing the pain of stress between your temples. When Keir needed to rest his legs after supporting him all day, he would curl at your side, cheek resting against your shoulder.
Travelling together blurred boundaries impossibly more. He remained ever patient through your unsubtle staring, and on a long journey he smiled slightly.
"You can say what's on your mind," he murmured, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked away a light sleep. "You have questions."
Too many to speak of, and he indulged you in all. The journey became a learning experience for each of you; Keir demonstrated how to cradle the delicate webbing often pooling beneath him in sleep, and you helped him learn how to play guitar, an instrument he had a natural affinity for.
Sometimes, he pretended not to, seeking your help, and you would press your bodies tight together, arms against his in explaining the strings once more.
This trip was longer than any other and after the cramped travel, Keir retired sooner to your shared room, the hotel only having the one vacancy when booked.
"Keir?"
Soft humming greeted you. Surrounded by a great expanse of webbing glittering in the late sunlight, the drider was in his element, such a unique sight you were left speechless. It spanned from wall to wall - in place of any beds.
"Oh," he breathed. "I'm sorry. We never share, I... I forgot."
By the depth to the webbing, it was larger than any he had created for himself before, as though made for two. Keir looked down when you reached out, his mandibles chittering when the webbing pulled.
"Do you want to share with me?"
"On my web?"
This time, you didn't hide your smile. "In your arms, too."
Drabble
Times traveling apart were rarer with how important your work was. When Keir returned into the dark forest after parting goodbyes or you venturing into the city further than he was comfortable with, though it stung in the moment - watching your love fade from the sight, their face blurring, it never hurt long. No matter how distanced, knowing your boyfriend was waiting to reunite helped.
From sharing the night together, your relationship blossomed naturally. That night, you discovered how a drider's web reacted to the softer skin of a human, how it clung to your frame as you woke tucked close to Keir, bound tight. For such a new relationship, you spared no time before returning to that position - bodies entwined, Keir experimenting with spinning softer threads to have your body positioned to his liking.
Those memories remained with you so clearly when apart, as sweet as those made beyond a bed.
While you continued to help Keir with the guitar (though how much you helped over hindering was a mystery), he taught you how to hunt, how to scavenge.
Your initial appraisal held true - that of admiring his grace. It extended beyond the forest planes when you found an iced over lake, one frozen thick enough not to splinter beneath you. Webbing shone on his legs in his excitement.
Those dates, however sweet, paled against the thrill of reuniting. Keir always arrived first to prepare the room for your stay. With your bags resting in the doorway, your boyfriend pressed close, mandibles nipping at your sensitive nape. He coaxed you into his elaborately woven trap with gentle kisses.
"Missed you," he whispered, speaking softly as you shivered. "How long do we have?"
Little more than a fortnight before moving on, but you couldn't speak as you arched into the clinging webbing. Slender fingers peeled your clothes back until you were aching and warmed by soft fur to your back.
"Long enough," you said, "for us to have some fun."
The slick of his emerging length nudged against your back. "Fun, hey?"
Hand curled into your hip to steady you, Keir began to grind himself against your thighs. He stroked over your twitching cock and sighed when you managed to turn to steal a soft kiss, the first always the sweetest after so long apart.
Desperate for him and whatever he would give you, bucking into his flexing palm became a mindless reflex, seeking the high he was so quick to give you. Your bodies warmed against his webbing when you leaned into him, his touches turning lower.
Two weeks had barely begun, and you were aching already.
You guys are really good friends, and ever since CBX's first win, he's gotten even happier, and much more touchy-feely than before.
Scenario :
After the multiple successes of CBX, Jongdae immediately goes to you to share his happiness.
~Kim Jongdae / Chen x Reader~
Affection
>Your PoV<
"Hey, (Y/N)?" I heard over the phone, "Are you free right now? I want to go see you," he said excitedly, making me smile.
"Yeah, I actually have today off," I said, "Do you want to come over? We can go to the usual cafe if you'd like."
He hummed, "Could we meet up at the mall near your place first?" he asked, "I want to walk around and look at the stores."
I smiled, already looking forward to seeing him, "Of course, I'll just get ready and meet you there in an hour."
"Thanks, see you there (Y/N)," he said, and I knew he had a wide smile on his face.
I decided to wear something casual but nice enough to go to the mall, if I wore something too flashy, Jongdae may get recognized and that may cause disturbance to the people around, or worse, rumors.
I sighed, double checking everything was in order before heading out, taking my car to park, successfully finding a space close to the main entrance yet close to the exit- perfect for the 'just in case' scenario of having to avoid paparazzi and misdirecting them.
I waited at the entrance for a while, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, looking up when I heard someone approach me, and it turned out to be a certain masked man who wanted to see me.
"Why hello there, and what might your name be today?" I asked, earning me an eye roll and an eye smile.
"It's Sungjin, nice to meet you," he said, and even through his mask, I knew he was smiling.
"Sungjin, what a common name," I said, earning me a playful smack, "I'm (Y/N), it would be a pleasure if you walked with me around this mall we were both conveniently at."
"I guess we should do that," he said letting out an almost childish giggle, "C'mon (Y/N), let's go inside."
He took my wrist, leading me inside, not letting go until we had passed a few stores, until one had caught his interest.
"Look," he said, pointing at some suits through the display glass, "I bet you'd look really good in that... why won't you wear a suit more often?"
"It'd be a bit strange if I wore a suit everywhere," I said, making him nod, "I'll wear one the next time you invite me to go to those events of yours."
He nodded, eye smile showing up once more, "I look forward to it."
We walked around some more, buying a few things that we thought were nice, "We should head to the cafe before it closes," I said, telling Jongdae as he approached me after buying something.
He hummed, and we started heading out of the mall, and I led him to the parking lot, where my car was at.
The cafe was right in front of the apartments where I lived, so I parked the car where it corresponded, walking with Jongdae to the cafe.
We ordered rather quickly, it was an inconspicuous cafe so not many people knew about it, which is why we loved it so much.
Once we ordered, I sneakily paid for the both of us, causing Jongdae to frustratedly walk back to my apartment.
"Jongdae, are you upset," I teased, making him whine, taking off his mask as soon as we were in the building.
"You always do that, it's not like I can't pay for us," he whined, pouting.
I ruffled up his hair, "Okay Jongdae, next time, you'll pay," I said, entering the empty elevator.
"Promise?" he asked, following me, holding up his pinky finger.
My heart couldn't help but pick up its pace, yet I complied, connecting his pinky with mine, "I promise," I said, touching our thumbs together, squeezing his cheek with my other hand, unable to stand his cute smile.
"Ow," he said, rubbing his cheek, "Why'd you do that?"
"You were smiling," I said, hoping that the hotness I felt on my face wasn't visible, looking instead at the numbers on the elevator change as we got closer to my floor.
We stayed quiet for the rest of the time we were in the elevator, drinking our drinks.
The elevator soon got to my floor, and so we headed to my apartment. When we went inside, we instantly went to go sit on the couch, "You just want to watch a movie?"
He hummed, and we scrolled through the channels until we finally agreed on a movie.
Since you two were tired from walking all day, and it was already late, it didn't take long for Jongdae to pass out. I yawned, looking over to see how he was holding up, only to find him lying in an uncomfortable position.
I turned off the television, putting the remote on the counter before moving Jongdae to lay on my chest, in between my legs, which was hopefully a comfortable enough position.
I was on the verge of falling asleep when I felt some movement, probably meaning that Jongdae was just getting comfortable, so I ignored it, keeping my eyes closed.
"(Y/N)... I love you..."
I was so close to opening my eyes, but when I felt something against my lips, something soft, quivering, I decided the best thing to do was to kiss back.
Moving my hand so it was on the back of his neck, I pulled him towards me, kissing him back, making sure it would be memorable.
Eventually, I let him pull away, taking in his embarrassed expression that he tried his hardest to cover with his hands, "I love you too Jongdae," I said, lifting my hand to hold his cheek, which he eventually leaned into.
"I'm so glad," he said, almost crying.
"I am too, I love you," I said again, releasing what'd been on my chest for so long, pulling him back so he'd be on my chest, "Stay like this, I want to hold you."
He hummed, hugging me tighter than he usually does.
