#Yandere monster

[davinawritings]

Monster stalker that wants his scent on you so bad that he cums in your hair products.

He knows you always use leave in conditioner after your shower so obviously that is his main target. It is already a thick, white, and creamy consistency anyway.

He waits outside your home until he sees you leave before he breaks in. He dumps half of the product down the sink, making sure no trace is left behind.

He spends hours just cumming over and over again into the bottle. He mixes it up well so you don’t notice. Your human nose can only smell the scent of the synthetic fragrance.

His scent may not be noticeable to humans but other monsters will be able to smell his claim on you.

He only needs to keep the other monsters away a little longer. He has almost finished renovating his house, making everything perfect for his little human. Once that’s done he’ll be able to take you and claim you as his own. Then he can fill your cunt with his cum and truly claim you.

Until then, this will have to do.

❤️🖤💕💕🖤❤️

[ozzgin]

You're a musician who isn't exactly the most popular among fellow humans, yet your songs seem to be a hit for unholy creatures. It appears you're unwillingly summoning ghosts and monsters each time you play your beloved instrument or sing.

You've had demons track you down by the notes struck during your practice, and vampires knocking eagerly at your window, begging to be let in. Your last concert was cancelled due to bizarre, unexpected malfunctions, yet everyone left with the feeling that you must be haunted.

"Won't you come and play for me," a pallid ghoul asks, flashing his razor teeth at you.

"You just drained my two biggest fans of their blood," you reproach with an annoyed huff.

"Nonsense," he shouts, wiping the crimson liquid smudging his face. "I'm your biggest fan."

[obsessivevoidkitten]

You're a cute, chubby, fluffy, male rosey maple moth hybrid. You live in a little hut surrounded by giant flowers and exotic vegetables.

A male honey bee hybrid, named Quill, attracted by your flowers, saw you all happy and bubbly as you tended to your garden and became infatuated instantly.

He stalked you for a while and once determining he needed you in his bed and taking his cock, he began courting you.

He brought you cut flowers and jars of a special homemade creamed honey. It was very good.

Obsessed Quill: "Don't you think you're a bit soft to be all alone like this? Why don't you move into my hive? I'll keep you safe and full of my eggs~"

When you declined the offer to be his soft little mate he grabbed you roughly and whisked you off to his small personal hive. He was much larger than you and a stronger flyer and had no issue taking you.

[n0rmal-cat]

Tarantula x “pet” frog reader

[this one’s a little short so I’ll write a full one where reader babysits the kids as well]

The two actually met in high school when reader was being bullied. It started off as a transactional relationship, reader would bring Tarantula Yan leftovers, and in return, Yan would provide a hiding spot under their legs whenever the reader needed to run away.

After high school, they went their separate ways, but Tarantula Yan always missed the little frog who was so dependent on them. Yan became a successful businessman at a well-known company and had two children, but never got married. Meanwhile, reader fell deeply into debt with loan sharks, struggling to make ends meet by working multiple jobs. This is how they crossed paths again.

yan just couldn’t say no to the scared little thing, reader was practically begging to be looked after.

Tarantula Yan saw this as the perfect opportunity,reader could babysit their kids, and now they would have the reader all to themselves. Yan would pay for everything and take care of all their needs. It was even better that their kids genuinely liked the reader.

Won't you stay with them and make them the happiest tarantulas in the world? It's not like you have a choice really, their legs may be a safe space to hide, but they're also a cage.

[2-dsimp]

Imagine being with a yandere dryad but you’re allergic to pollen.

Springtime, he gets his feelings hurt when you sneeze on his vines trying to feel on you as per usual.

And being the melodramatic flower king he is, decides to cry all heartbroken. As if you spat in his face and called him hateful slurs.

He’d trip over his roots in an attempt to hide himself away within his bark. Not before sneakily leaving seedlings in your pockets.

Since he’d always need to keep tabs on his darling even if he’s having a dramatic meltdown.

In the forest, folk would rush to take pictures of the famed sad willowy tree that resembles a man is weeping.

Since oddly enough, the said tree is only sighted during spring. And you were the cause of it.

Meanwhile, you just came back with some allergy pills, sighing as you reverted to being a tree hugger.

To coax him into reverting back to his humanoid state.

Saying the iconic phrase “It’s not you, it’s me Leafy—“ head ahh.

——-/———-

A/n: just a funny ramble I came up with since I’m basically allergic to everything green outside 💀

[fxckedupdaydreams]

tw fatphobia, misogyny, icky behavior (these aren’t from the yanderes)

imagine a yandere popular guy, who overheard his fellow classmates making fun of your weight to your face. a cow, a pig, they were so unoriginal with their comments but it was clearly hurting your feelings so he wraps an arm around your shoulder and scowls at them.

they run away when he glares at him, the usual happy and bright smile on his face gone. he’s quick to go back to his happy facade when you turn to look, gentle hands wiping at your tears and asking you if you’d had lunch yet.

imagine a yandere moth demon that flies into your room one night, the light on your desk like a beacon to them as they bump into your window. shaking their head in confusion, they’re quick to notice you sitting at your desk, phone in hand and pictures on screen, and proceeds to just stare at your teary face, chirping happily as they press their face against the glass and stare at you with wide eyes.

when they finally figure out the way the window works, they’re quick to crawl in and quickly get up close to you, grabbing at your cheeks and happily chirping as they rub your tears away.

imagine a yandere dragon lord that has been keeping an eye on you as he hid behind trees whenever you were waking around your small village. until a vendor in your village refused to sell you a treat, claiming you didn’t need it. that no one would never want you because you’re too fat.

he saw red, you were the most gorgeous human in your village, he believed, round and soft and so perfect for him. no one saw the vendor ever again after and he learned how to prepare the treat you wanted.

imagine a yandere alternate after you’ve found out that it truly isn’t your partner, but because youre still friends with those in your ex partner’s circle, you both get invited to a party of some sort and so you go. it’s going okay for you, they stick close and watch over you as you socialize. only for them to hear someone that was supposed to be close to your ex make a comment on your weight.

quick to stare them down, your yandere struggled to keep their composure as they grab your hand and begin to drag you out of the building. they’d find this friend overnight and get rid of them properly.

imagine a yandere android that’s connected to your social media, everything you post they can see and every single comment, she can filter through. so the moment someone posts a comment speaking about how you need to lose weight and that someone wont want you that way? she’s quick to find anything that they can use to destroy them socially.

before you even find out, the comment is deleted from your post and she’s bringing you your breakfast in bed with a wide smile.

imagine a yandere snake monster, their long body coiled around you, cool scaled tail relaxed around your wrist as you whined about how your family used to complain if you ate anything. Your coworkers and class mates as you grew up commenting whenever you even mentioned food, making you insecure as you grew up.

they huff in anger, cheek pressing to cheek as they kiss repeatedly there. they’ll repeat how stunning you are, how soft you feel against their own body, how all other humans are just stupid for not seeing it.

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Fae used to swear up and down that for the rest of his nearly immortal life he would remain free. Wandering through the fae realm without a lick of responsibility weighing him down. Despite the fact that the fae cannot lie, those around him did not believe him. For loneliness was a heavy burden to bear.

Yandere!Fae was not deterred by their disbelief in him. For he was determined to prove them wrong. Then one early morning he stumbles upon you…

Yandere!Fae was out to get his usual morning dew from his favorite spot when he happens upon you there instead, foolishly sitting right in the middle of a fairy circle. Tiny mushrooms surround you and a small tasty picnic you have laid out beside you. Something about your innocence was undeniably charming. He who has lived so long and experienced so much. There was a certain kind of peace sitting here in this moment with you.

Yandere!Fae watches you curiously as you happily munch on your fruits and desserts. Not a care in the world that you have ensured your doom by being here. He listens patiently in the trees as you chat casually with nature. He finds himself growing absolutely mesmerized by you. Your soothing voice luring him in as if caught in your web instead of the other way around.

Yandere!Fae who never wanted a mate but with you just falling into his lap like this he can’t deny you now. He figures that it must be fate. The Gods clearly wanting him to have you. He cannot deny them and watching you as the hours pass, he realizes he does not want to.

Yandere!Fae is simply overcome with the need to have you. The desire to anchor you to him so that he may have you all for himself— just as the Gods intended— tugs at him like a flower sprouting up from the ground. He must have you. The barrier between you and your worlds one he must be rid of immediately.

Yandere!Fae appears before you, peaking through the veil. Your little yelp of surprise far too cute for his poor heart to handle. He greets you with a sly, “Hello there, darling.” Yet something about it warms you to the bone as much as it settles your nerves on edge.

Yandere!Fae’s eyes gleam as they flicker between you and the feast of snacks before you. He’s watched as you’ve slowly begun losing interest in them, leaving you to only pick and nibble at the foods before you. Sharing more and more with the forest creatures that edge the fairy circle.

Yandere!Fae leans in closer, tingles shooting down his spine as suck in a harsh breath. Your cheeks flushing pink, as affected by his presence as he has been yours. Your own beauty far outmatching his, he’s sure. “You seem to have grown tired of your treats. Would you like to try one of mine instead?” He asks, a wicked edge to his smirk as he pulls out a handful of vibrantly colored berries.

Yandere!Fae who offers you food in hope of not just putting you in his debt but who aims to take everything.

Yandere!Fae watches as you stare down at the berries in awe. Already knowing what your answer will be before you’ve even come to the conclusion yourself. He doesn’t bother to hide the darkness of his gaze as your own jumps between him and the food before you. “Is it true what they say about accepting food from the fae?” You ask so deliciously timid. He has to fight off a shudder just at the tone of your voice. Oh how he whats to listen to it forever.

Yandere!Fae pauses as he registers your question. He rolls his tongue over his teeth as he internally curses at his inability to lie. But he doesn’t let you catch onto a thing. Instead, flashing you a teasing grin, and subconsciously leans even closer. Craving more of your presence the longer he’s with you. “Why not find out for yourself?” He answers, skillfully avoiding the question.

Yandere!Fae who quite literally feels his and your souls click into place the moment you swallow the fairy food. Your lives bound together as you become indebted to him. A slight haze glazes over your eyes and his smirk widens. His hand reaches out, cupping your cheek with all the tenderness he possesses. “Do you feel that, mate? Do you feel yourself becoming mine?”

Yandere!Fae won’t stop at merely taking you into the fae realm with him. Now that he’s tasted a part of your soul, that he’s felt it fit perfectly with his own, he wants it all. He won’t rest until he owns every single piece of you. So that he may break you down bit by bit and mold you, reshape you, into the best you can be. His perfect mate. Just as you were always meant to be. For why else would you have been exactly at his favorite spot? Almost as if you must’ve been waiting for him.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 47

(Grim is an honorary member of every dorm and is treated rather well by most students. Most students believe that the best way to make the Human like them is by winning over Grim. Rook and Vil made his outfit and both worked to make a proper head accessory for him that ties the look together. His headdress is made out of actual gems, fabric, and one of Vil's tail feathers.)

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, temporary panic, games of mental strategy, clarity in the seemingly unclear, arguing, moments of stress, Dragon, Shinigami, mention of Hellcat, mention of Harpies

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You frowned, looking in yet another empty room for your wayward ward. The adored Hellcat had been away from your side for an extended period of time and it was quickly making you nervous. He was usually attached to your side like he had been glued there, but since that morning you had not seen hide nor hair of the young feline.

Your worry was that he had been taken by Poachers.

Once again, you began looking through the various rooms in an attempt to find your kit. Every room he was not in was yet another addition to your mounting concern as you quickly became frantic. Searching through the dorm was quickly becoming a sport as you searched high and low for your kit.

"Grim? Grim! GRIM?!"

Your frantic search was drawing the attention of those staying in the dorm. It was more than obvious who you were looking for and that you were becoming upset very quickly. The first to approach you in your anxious state was the ever watchful Dragon.

"(Y/n), my Treasure, what are you doing?"

"Grim! My boy! He's just gone! I can't find him."

You checked again in one of the empty rooms, your stress visible in the way your shoulders tensed and your eyes wheeled around to try and find your kit. The Dragon was also concerned, but more so for you as you continued your hurried search.

"I'm sure Grim is fine-"

"You can't possibly know that! What if Poachers got him? What if one of those bears got him? You can't know he is safe!"

"(Y/n)-"

"If you aren't going to help me look, you can walk away!"

The Dragon let out a long sigh before physically moving in front of you, making you almost growl in frustration. Why couldn't he understand the gravity of the situation? Grim was your only true friend among these obsessed beasts and you were terrified of losing him.

"Grim is fine. He is with Eric and Vil."

"You couldn't have told me this earlier!? Where are they?"

"I can't tell you where they are."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because Grim asked us not to. He is trying to learn how to fly because he wants to impress you when he manages to actually fly. His wings are still tender, and his idea of 'flying' was more gliding than actual flight. Odds are he was never taught to fly and considered his gliding to be flight. I wanted to keep this secret for him, but it is clearly distressing you too much to keep this concealed."

You went quiet at this, brows pulled together in concern as you stared at the Dragon. As far as you were aware, Grim shouldn't be using his wings yet because they were not fully healed yet. This new information from Malleus made sense but you were still upset that no one bothered to tell you.

Perhaps Grim truly did want to surprise you with his flying ability and that was why he asked the Harpies for help. It wasn't like you could teach the Kit as you had no wings and no understanding of the effort it took to actually fly. He had lost use of his wings before you met him- and judging from Malleus' words, he didn't actually know how to fly beyond gliding- so he was now trying to get the use of his wings back.

Your worry was still rather intense even though you now knew where the kit was. Everything that could possibly go wrong was making your stomach writhe and ache in worry. Though you mostly trusted Vil and his father, you were still concerned for the kit and his wellbeing.

He was as much your son as he was your friend. Though you did not birth the kit, he was still your boy and you would be damned before you let him get hurt by anything.

"Where are they?"

"Nearby."

"Tsuno, that is not an answer. Where is my boy?"

The Dragon sighed, trying to stay honest with you, yet also attempting to honor Grim's wishes. It was not an easy thing to do by any stretch and he was going to have to try and calm you down. Clearly you were not overly trusting when it came to others around Grim.

"He is safe and is in the nearby field with Eric and Vil. They are making sure he stays protected and has somewhere to practice flying. (Y/n), he is very excited about showing you what he has accomplished when he is ready. He isn't ready right now. I believe it will mean the world to him to get to show you his learned skills. It may break his heart if you show up while he is practicing."

Malleus' last sentence made your heart ache as you imagined how crestfallen the kit would be to have this little victory taken away from him. You adored the Kit that saw you as his mother and you truly just wanted him to be safe. Thinking of the Kit being upset with you for ruining his surprise genuinely made it feel as if there were a pit in your stomach.

He just wanted you to be proud of him and feel like he earned that pride fairly.

You knew you would one day have to let the Kit spread his wings and take flight to build his own life, but you didn't want that day to be any time soon. Perhaps a talk with Papa Hades would help calm your frantic and aching heart. He was the main fount of knowledge when it came to Hellcats like Grim, so he would certainly know the general timeline for Grim's growth.

"... Where is Papa Hades?"

"Lord Hades is with the other Shrouds in the kitchen. They have been fiercely debating something in a dead tongue and refuse to explain what it is that has them so heated."

"I should talk to him about Grim."

"Why? He is safe."

"I need to know his growth timeline. I would rather know how best to support him while he ages instead of just assuming I know what I'm doing."

Your words seemed to placate Malleus as he nodded, keen to stay around you now that you had mostly recovered from your illness. The Elder Shinigami wasn't keeping him away, at least. This meant the Dragon was free to obsess over you and ensure you did not stray too far from his side, despite how you could never fully escape his sight.

As you made your way down the steps, you heard a low and hushed murmur. Many voices were speaking quickly and not wholly without heavy tones souring the sound of chatter. You could hardly discern if they were speaking a language you knew, or simply humming in quiet consort.

When you entered the kitchen, all humming stopped and the oddly alert group of Shinigami turned to regard you silently. Each one seemed so off to you, as if they had simply been behaving docile around you and the true nature was showing through. Even Ortho- who was usually affable and smiling- seemed unusually animalistic.

From the way they moved and regarded you like a flock of Crows, to the overwhelming silent dread of facing a large predator. Your placid view of each one of these beings very suddenly sharpened into clarity in how abnormal they actually were to your base senses. Most acted stunningly Human around you and it only now occurred to you that they were nothing like Humans to begin with.

The sudden weight of being surrounded by predators slammed into you all at once. You could feel your body tense in the sudden wave of adrenaline as your own instincts finally registered the extreme danger.

Ortho's visor read out your vitals to the younger Shinigami at all times when he looked at you. That sensor and tracker you wore telling him that your body was responding the same way a prey animal would when faced with a predator. The change was sudden enough that several errors flashed rapidly on his visor and alerted the others to your sudden change. It was enough to snap them back into the oddly practiced Human behavior again.

The sudden return of normalcy left you feeling like you had been jump-scared by the group you had once fully trusted. Then again, you shouldn't ever truly let your guard down around any of them. They were addicts and you were their fix.

You would surely fall ill again if you kept on constant guard though, and that would leave you at the complete mercy of these creatures. Not to say you weren't already at their mercy, but having the ability to push them away if you wanted was not a bad thing either. It wouldn't do you any good to push them too far now.

"Little One, I thought you were resting."

The elder of the group stood, his cloak of woven shadows and starlight shimmered as he moved. He seemed more than aware of you sudden skittish behavior simply by the unblinking way you stared at him. You were studying him the same way he so often studied you. Though he would never admit it, there was something oddly off-putting and predatorial about your stare.

Humans were almost all docile when they finally got to him, but even he had seen the way a Human could fight when they feel there is something of great value to lose. Often, the elder wondered what exactly it was that kept you marching on your seemingly endless path of determination. You had already surpassed the level headedness and even temper of many Humans he had known and quickly claimed a place among the most adept of them. There had to be something that drove you to soothe tempers so readily and use yourself as a bargaining chip to the ones that craved you.

Something in the elder told him you were more aware of your situation than you should be. Perhaps it was merely conjecture on his part. Perhaps there was still a deeper truth you refused to reveal. Whatever the case may be, he was keen to keep you content with your surroundings and mostly at peace if possible.

You were a limited commodity that he was not keen to lose.

"I'm tired of resting."

"That is likely a good sign. Was there something you needed to discuss?"

"Not any more."

Your clipped responses and lack of enthusiasm was jarring to the elder and he quickly realized that lapse in their behavior was the likely cause. He wasn't about to let his efforts and the efforts of his kin be uprooted for something so simple. He would just have to explain to you what they had been doing and hope that you would relax around them again.

"Little One, I'm going to guess you happened to hear part of our little enclave discussion and it was rather unsettling for you. The language of the dead often unsettles others, as it is a tongue rarely spoken among the living."

"..."

"We were actually discussing you and Young Grim."

"What about us?"

"The fact that the both of you have unique and unusual qualities others do not. Young Grim can speak and walk upright. This is not common in Hellcats, nor has it been seen in any Hellcats prior. He is young, yet he is already capable of more than others of his kind. This..." he seemed to be searching for the right words, "sentience that he has shown is far above the baseline behavior of Hellcats. We wonder if it is a natural occurrence or if something altered him to make him this way."

"Meaning..?"

"Meaning he is much like yourself; an anomaly."

You frowned at this, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms. It was more than apparent that you took some level of offence to the use of the word 'anomaly' in reference to yourself and your kit.

"And what makes me such an 'anomaly' in your eyes?"

"I don't mean it offensively. I mean it simply as you are different from the Humans I lived among. The Humans that lived on the Isle of Woe showed some blot absorption, but nowhere near the same level as your own abilities. Even beyond just the interactions with blot, your recent walking dream with Mor'du has brought up many a question for all of us. You have seen a beast others can scarcely imagine, all without never actually seeing him, only his offspring. Young Anastasi believes that you have a connection to the Ursus Major and that it should be explored. I do not think the vague possibility of a connection warrants putting you in dangerous situations, let alone putting you anywhere near the beast."

"... What if I want to see him?"

This question caused an immediate reaction from the elder Shinigami and the Dragon hovering over your shoulder. Even Malleus knew of the beast you discussed, having been warned against bothering the dangerous creature by his own grandmother and ancestor. It was not a creature to idly pay a visit or even consider approaching.

"No, (Y/n). That beast will kill you. Any of the Ursus- Minor or Major- would kill you in moments."

"Odd, I wasn't asking your thoughts on the matter."

"I don't care if you were asking me or not, I know for a fact such a creature only craves destruction and violence. Whatever this newfound connection you have with the beast may be, I refuse to let you enter the den of such a danger on a simple whim. If you died-"

Malleus actually cut off with a hitched sound to his tone. There was a raw agony that overtook the Dragon from even considering the possibility of you dying. It was incomprehensible to him, and it hurt his heart more than he believed possible just to consider.

"I can't let that happen."

"I'm not asking you to let it happen. I'm telling you I want to know more. I want to see the beast with my own eyes. I want to see what memories come forth when I absorb his blot."

This caught the attention of the others more than your prior words had. You had been rather reserved when talking about your experiences when you absorbed the blot of Alistair and Vil. They were not your memories to share and you had been hesitant to tell anyone about your experience because these memories belonged to someone else.

"You mentioned the memories you saw of Young Vil and Young Alistair... Do you truly think those memories were tied to blot?"

"The memories I saw were not happy memories. They were all traumatic and upsetting. Vil and his mother, Alistair finding his father dead in the gardens... All of them were memories of pain that likely influenced the amount of accumulated blot inside of them. Blot seems to be an overwhelming outpouring of pain and trauma. Things that leave lasting scars on the hearts and minds of those affected. That bear- Mor'du- was covered in blot. I want to know what painful memories caused it."

"That... makes quite a lot of sense. If you absorbed the blot, it could be the key to understanding how he came to be, and how to undo his reign of terror. But getting that blot and the inherent danger blot presents involves its own issues and potential danger to you and others nearby. If he wakes, Sage Island needs to be evacuated. He last awoke forty years ago and he only wakes ever century or so, but that doesn't mean outside influence will not wake him again."

The elder sighed, clearly taking in this interest of yours and the potential for new information into mind. He may be strong, but strength alone was not what allowed him to survive so long where many of his descendants and kin had died. Information and knowledge was power, especially when you were more than several millennia old.

"Something to consider later. For now, please do what you can to avoid the beast, Little One. There are too many variables at play and risking your wellbeing is not worth whatever information that stands to be gained."

You let out a soft noise of discontent, akin to a snorting sound in the back of your throat. For now, you would hold yourself back from seeking out the beast. Though it hurt to admit, there was little chance you would be able to put up much of a fight if the bear woke while you were nearby. That didn't mean you had to like it.

"... Fine. But I won't sit idly by forever."

[banj0possum]

Maybe to combat Hallow you should make a clown/ringmaster cryptid who's a total pervert /J

listen listen

flirty magician

like he conjures up a bouquet for you, blows you kisses but out of his hand comes a dove with a love letter on its beak

yes a hopeless romantic , but hes also a little weirdo !!

knows romance, knows the art of flirting, knows how to make a mood but he tries a little too hard or is a bit too theatrical with it for it to actually work

like man is giving escape artist but instead oh no ! he put the key in his back pocket! please get it for him? wait where are you going? wait the key! help! wait !

bonus ! maybe he's a toy like hallow

jack in a box maybe ? marionette? idk idk

thoughts?

[i-loved-silly]

yandere monster x darling who found them in the woods. Darling y/n who showed them a bit of kindness by not running away immediately and offering a bit of food from their bag. The creature looked thin but large in height and certainly not weak in any way.

You’ve heard legends about this monster. Legends that strictly stated that it killed anyone who crossed the woods and was the opposite of forgiving. But it didn’t try to hurt you so why not!

Oh and it would never hurt you. Not after you treated it so kindly. Surely it must mean you hold them so dearly in your heart, right? You’re not like the other village people

Yan!monster who didn’t realize it until hours after it last saw you. How stupid of them, you were gone already! They should have followed you back home, you would have welcomed them in right? You like them after all. And they like you.

They’ll spend the rest of their lives searching for that feeling again, for you specifically.

They know the woods like the back of their hand, they’ll search endlessly until they catch a bit of your scent. No matter how long it takes. It pays attention whenever it hears or smells another human, but it’s never you. And those humans never come out of the woods again. Come find them please, they yearn to hear your voice again and the softness of your expression. They don’t know what they’ll do if they don’t find you soon

[salemwasnteverhere]

Yandere!Tentacle Monster x Fem!Lighthouse keeper! Reader

Damn that title long

Cws: Tentacles are referred to as more than one, reader is a bit of a perv for wanting to bang monsters, consensual somnophilia, excessive cum, cumflation, penetration, the monster is buff ngl 💦, this is supposed to be freaky/kinky :p also reader is morally grey

SFW

You've always loved solitude. Even when you were a young girl in foster care.

Fog, mist, rain, thunder, dark clouds, all of those added to the feeling of being enclosed where no one else was.

You don't like sunny days. Not in an emo way but in a need for a calm, and the blistering sun couldn't bring you that.

Fast forward 20 something years and you struggle to stay at a job because of people. Rude customers, loud kids, lazy coworkers. Hell you got fired from your local grocer because you threw a cabbage at some entitled asshole.

And by some luck, you weren't in cuffs yet. Fate? Prolly lol

You were reading the newspaper one day and saw an ad for a lighthouse keeper. It must have been urgent if it was in the paper 4 times.

The people you met for the job were shady as hell. But they offered to pay good for you to just take care of the lighthouse completely alone for 6 months.

They put you on a boat and shipped your ass out to an island hours away from the mainland.

It had the lighthouse (duh), a cabin for you, a very small forest, and beaches covered in driftwood and seaweed.

It was foggy, cold, and wet with no sun peeking through the clouds.

Perfect.

The people who hired you were eager to get off the island. So immediately after showing you the basics they ran off.

The cabin was old and rustic, with a few holes in the roof that were covered by aged duct tape.

There was an outdoor shower and the place used gas lamps for light.

But you enjoyed it. The solitude.

Now let's skip to two months later.

You got the hang of keeping the light on and keeping it fixed. The stairs definitely worked you out though.

You spent 80% of your time using the small workshop to repair the cabin. It eventually looked slightly livable.

Everything was completely normal

Until that day on the beach.

You were outside your cabin showering.

The outdoor shower didn't exactly have curtains so you were exposed to the beach it faced.

The hot water kept you comfortable in the cold weather and you were relaxed...until you heard a growl.

You assumed it was an animal and looked around when you saw something light purple disappear into the ocean waves.

Coral you thought just coral

You went on with your week like nothing happened but you always felt watched.

It wasn't until one night during a storm you felt it.

A storm had hit the island hard, it was freezing and your shitty blankets did little.

You barely managed to fall asleep when something warm engulfed you, arms and slimy embraces.

You screamed in shock and fear but your unwelcome bedmate held you harder and wouldn't let you move.

It was only after you calmed down that it relaxed.

Light purple skin was what you noticed when looking down. With scales in areas that were slightly darker.

The tentacles were wrapped around your legs tightly, writhing in certain areas.

You got a better look when your holder put you on your back and sat above you.

A humanoid creature with light purple skin and what seemed to be a jellyfish head sat on its actual head. It had no nose and completely white eyes, not to mention a gentle smile.

It cooed at you, dragging it's hands up your stomach and sliding up your bra.

Slimy and warm, that was it's skin.

You normally would have thrashed and kicked, but maybe it was the pheromones the creature left out, or how one tentacle pressed right against your cunt through your damp shorts.

But you moaned when it touched you. A soft, unashamed moan.

The tentacle at your shorts practically tore them off, panties included, and it slid up and down your slit and flicked against your clit.

You watch as it's hand fondled your tits and pinched your nipples, its eyes slightly lidded.

You let your body roam down it's chest and saw it didn't have a cock. It was kinda like a ken doll. But the tentacles must have the same effect as one when you saw white precum drip from the larger tentacles tip.

More tentacles held your arms and legs open while the tentacle squirmed into you, thick and struggling.

There wasn't a part of you it didn't fill. Your stomach bulged slightly as it didn't wait and immediately moved in you, wiggling before pulling out and slamming back in.

The cabin was full of lewd wet noises and your cries, along with the creature chirps and coos while it pet your head that night.

NSFW

There wasn't a second it didn't have a tentacle on or in you.

Despite its main body being in the water there was a tentacle wrapped around your legs that you never found the start of.

It had an iron grip and wouldn't come off unless the creature itself was nearby.

When the tentacle wasn't dormant it would rub against your clit through your pants or would be in you, gently drawing orgasms after orgasms until you begged it to let you breathe.

The creature was never gone for more than a few hours. And when it came back it came with gifts.

Shells, pearls, fish, jewelry it made or rusty jewelery it found on the bottom of the ocean.

You noticed it liked it when you wore the jewelry during sex, mainly due to how much rougher it was.

Then there was the slight fear of getting knocked up.

Every single time you had sex you would try and tell it to pull out but it would just smile and pet your head before cumming in you for the third time that hour. And you loved it.

Sometimes, when you were especially needy, you'd put on more of a show when showering.

Even touching yourself when you knew it was watching. The creature loved it.

You'd see it stand in the water and would beckon you closer, to which you happily obliged.

You'd meet in the water and it would kiss you roughly before lifting your legs around its waist and kept you above the water as it fucked its tentacles deep into you. The water mixing with the (possible) gallons of cum that spilled from you

One of your favorite things was waking up to its coos and growls.

You'd be held tight by its tentacles while it found shoved it's tounge in your cunt, hitting deep spots with its flexible prongs.

Other times it would wake up to you using one of its tentacles, whining when you couldn't get it to stay stiff by itself. It would act asleep and slowly stiffens the tentacle so you could have your fun.

What a perv you are

But then again the sun's gonna blow up one day so :p

It seemed to have infinite stamina and an infinite libido.

It could be the most inconvenient time ever and all you need to do is give it a look before your suspended in the air by your hands while it curls a smaller tentacle around your clit and fucks you with its thick one.

The creature was possessive before you knew it was there, especially when people dropped off your supplies.

But now that your it's? A whole new genre of possessive.

On time you had to keep a straight face while talking to someone cause the mini tentacle was rubbed right against your g-spot while somehow rubbing your clit under your skirt.

It even started biting you hard enough to leave marks.

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Requests are open :)

[ozzgin]

You can't remember the first time you encountered your imaginary friend. Perhaps around the time your family had moved into the new house.

Inside the dusty cupboard you found a young boy, idly scratching the floorboards. His head quickly turned to face you, bones popping into place. He asked if you'd like to become his best friend; you certainly enjoyed the idea of someone's company during lonesome hours, so you nodded enthusiastically.

To your dismay, no one wanted to hear about your newly made acquaintance. Your mother frowned once you told her about the sharp rows of teeth, and the hollow eyes, and the long, blackened limbs he'd clumsily drag along. "That's my friend," you'd shout, stomping back to your room. She hoped you'd grow out of it.

In truth, you expected to grow out of it, too. At some point, you guessed, you'd no longer be a child, and your friend would vanish along with all the other imaginary beings concocted by lonely, immature minds. Yet the years went by, and he grew with you: taller, greedier, and clingier than ever.

You've become quite resentful of his stubborn possessiveness. He hates it when you make new friends, and you've never been allowed to date anyone. You still remember the day you came home with a love note hidden in your pocket; he tore it to shreds, then almost clawed at your face in his blinding anger. You're my friend, he shrieked, you're my everything.

Alas, you finally left the cursed blasphemy behind. You sigh in relief, dropping another box of belongings inside the sparsely decorated apartment.

"It's so quiet without your parents," a voice suddenly croaks.

You grimace at the sight of your deformed companion, currently blocking the door with his massive frame. A wide grin crosses his sunken face, and you can discern a string of drool hanging from one corner.

"Now that we're alone, we can have a lot of fun," he suggests cheekily, taking another step towards you. "Remember how you always wanted to have a boyfriend, so you could fool around?"

He places his hands on your shoulders, and you shudder at the sudden cold feeling.

"I won't go easy on you," he drawls, visibly excited.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The naga was beyond ecstatic, his roommate and friend with benefits, the tiny little human who had stolen his heart, had received his token of love and matched it with one of their own!

This made it OFFICIAL! The two of you were truly mates now!

Your Research Journal: The naga has presented me with a small wooden sculpture of my likeness. It seems to be a token of friendship. He was very happy when I took it.

To immerse myself in his customs and confirm our friendly relationship I have constructed a wooden sculpure in his likeness.

It was rudimentary, but he was beyond excited to receive it.

You're an autistic biologist that has crashed on a strange planet. A curious male naga approaches as you leave your wrecked ship.

Your universal translator implant is working and you strike up a conversation.

Obsessed naga man flirting: "Wow, you're so small and soft! I would really like to get to know you better~"

You, wanting to satisfy scientific curiousity: "And you seem very large and durable, perfectly adapted to this environment! I am very interested in learning more about you too!"

Your Research Journal: A friendly native seems interested in the exchange of information. I am eager to learn more about this species.

[n0rmal-cat]

Yandere alien leader x pet reader

[working on a bigger one for this]

Reader is an astronaut on a space exploration only to get taken in and ‘adopted’ who think reader is a little stray.

Reader just looks so vulnerable, they have no claws, their teeth are dull, and are almost hairless.

So leader out of the kindness of its heart takes reader in as its own.

Thus starts the new domestic pet life of reader, yes they will be sleeping on leaders chest from now on, it’s the warmest and safest place for them.

Leader yan would also get reader fake little acrylic nail claws so they feel safer.

Also know that thing where pet owners will go “oh big yawn” or “big stretch” yeah expect to be told a lot in leaders care.

Expect to be pampered like you never expected, leader yan is not cutting corners, hungry? Five course meal. Bored? Live entertainment perfectly tailored to the story you want to see.

[eldritch-spouse]

https://youtube.com/shorts/hcYYprQExNw this audio but with Morell during regularly scheduled ob appointment-

I regret staying up to do this.

[werecreature-addicted]

part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.