#human x monster relationship

[banj0possum]

Eat Your Heart Out

Yandere!Zombie Horde x Male Reader

Cw: Apocalyptic world, mention of death, poly relationship

A terato request by @xweirdo101x, hope you like it! (*´∀`*)/

Edit!! Nsfw content removed!! Apologies stinkers

💀 You don't remember the last time 'normal' was the norm in your life. Bustling streets became barren and gigantic cities were nothing but ruins and hot spots for survivors or whatever monsters ruled the surface now. Ever since the start of the virus outbreak, the world fell apart into something out of an apocalypse movie, where the only rule was survived and pray the infected doesn't find you.

💀 You could remember however, how this all started. not only was it because of a virus, but it was man-made. It was supposed to be humanity's saving grace, a way to cure all ailments and boost the abilities of whoever took it, but it turned out to be a horrific world-destroying disease that ruined the mind of everything it infected. Humans, animals, plants, almost everything mutated into mindless, bloodthirsty monsters.

💀 You winced at the memories of seeing the news on tv, the sight of people running and screaming from infected, their snarls echoing in your mind as the memory of seeing your friends die in front of you one by one flashed in your mind. You groan, knowing how hopeless it was in this world, but your will to live was too strong.

💀 Living in the ruins at was your town isn't so hard, there was always food to scavenge for in the old mall which you lived in, and you were the only one left to your knowledge so there was no competition for supplies.

💀 Although there was a tiny problem...

💀 A small horde of zombies decided to take residence in the mall as well. Unlike their movie counterparts, they weren't heaps of rotting flesh but pale-looking creatures that looked like they didn't eat in days, albeit with bits of their flesh missing but nothing too gross. They still moaned and groaned but at least they didn't smell from a mile away. At first you were very weary of them, but after a certain encounter, you found out they never seemed to be interested in attacking you.

💀 They were surprisingly docile, only getting aggressive at other monsters that wandered in the mall.

💀 You didn't know the virus mutated once again, allowing certain infected to regain a bit of their consciousness.

💀 The horde met each other through wandering aimlessly before bumping into one another, they formed somewhat of a pack or group of sorts, knowing they were all different from the rest of the monsters that infested the world.

💀 You noticed the horde would be around wherever you went, the food court, the arcade, the cinema, it was like they were following you.

💀 Although they never tried to eat you at first sight, you still didn't want a fight with an entire horde, so you avoided them whenever, much to their dismay.

💀 You would then see one of two of them follow you around. You'd be spooked for a bit before realizing they would copy anything you did. You jumped and yelped and the zombie following you would do the same.

💀 The zombie would coo and purr at you, sniffing at the air like a lost pup. You hesitantly put down your weapon and walk closer to him. You get out a soft 'hello' and the zombie gurgles out a 'hi' back, making you utterly astonished, taken aback by the zombie's intelligence.

💀 Ever since then you would study the horde and their behaviors. They all had different personalities which intrigued you further. You decided to give them names as you couldn't just call them 'zombies' all the time.

💀 One with the flesh from his right arm missing was named 'Screw' because of his tendency to collect shiny bits and bobs from the ground of broken objects. He was shy but loved to show you the things he's collected.

💀 Another had parts of his ribs showing, but surprisingly nothing inside was named 'Ribs' as he fiddled with his most of the time. He was curious and a bit hyper, always wandering the most and the fastest among them.

💀 One, which was probably the smartest, had only one eye, which he could move from one socket to the other by tilting his head was 'Soda' because he had the quirk of copying you eating or drinking. One time he copied you drinking a bottle of soda pop and he gurgled in happiness over the fizzy taste. He knew what certain things were if you told him and he recognized objects in pictures like dogs or planes, things you haven't seen since the first wave.

💀 The last and most likely the leader was named 'Bo' as he had a dog tag on him, probably from serving the military when he was human. Despite his stomach being missing he was weirdly strong, always protecting the rest of the horde when there were monsters that were more aggressive than most.

💀 You and the horde quickly grew a bond, sometimes they even found food for you or protected you from danger or even other zombies. You never knew what drove them to be so protective, but you were happy you didn't have to live alone anymore.

💀 You noticed the horde being more affectionate, being found wandering closer and closer to where you usually stayed. You figured it was because they were so close to you until one managed to make its way into the boarded-up store you lived in.

💀 It was Screw looking through your clothes, sniffing and rummaging your shirts and underwear, you remember they relied on smell a lot and assumed he wanted to look for you and followed your scent into your home.

💀 Unbeknownst to you, they were absolutely in love with you. They came to the mall for refuge and found something much better, a lovely little mate to call theirs, one soft and squishy and warm and very very tough, something that is important when surviving in the wastelands. The times where you would touch them whether it was a light brush on their hands or pats on their shoulders of heads were the best. Your warm body making contact with their cold, dead ones.

💀 The horde had enough of you hiding and running away from them all the time, playing a teasing game of cat and mouse with them, they wanted to take care of you don't you see? They won't hurt you! You're their little mate!

💀 Bo sent Screw to track you as he was always the one to follow you around back when they first came to the mall. He followed your scent to a small hole that was hidden behind a dumpster. He crawled inside and was hit with the most powerful smell of your sweet scent he could ever encounter. He coos, knowing he found your little nest.

💀 The others were standing by the dumpster, waiting for a signal from Screw that the area inside was safe for them to enter. Meanwhile you were trying your best to shoo Screw out, scared that he might hurt himself with all the delicate objects and weapons you kept in your home.

💀 Ribs heard your voice and gurgled happily, quickly crawling inside, Bo and Soda going in after him.

💀 You finally got a purring Screw in your hands as you spot the others entering your home through one of the entrances you made. You feel your eye twitch as you try to process what was going on.

💀 Screw was happily cooing in your arms as Soda limps over to you smiling and chittering, his hands on your arms as Bo curtly moves closer to you like a guilty puppy.

💀 You then notice you didn't see Ribs and you turn around as you're tackle-hugged to the ground by the zombie along with Screw, the two of them cuddling and rubbing themselves on you as you try to wriggle out of their hug.

💀 Soda leans down beside you three as Bo does the same, the four undead men now cooing and purring all over you.

💀 Now you don't really have to leave your little home as they would always keep you gently nestled in the bundle of blankets and soft things they found around the mall. They would take turns with whoever would stay by your side for the day as the rest wandered around in search of food or trinkets to bring back to you and maybe a survivor or two for a little snack.

💀 All in all, they can't get enough of you, and you can't help being stuck with a zombie cuddling you 24/7

i didnt mean to write them so asfjnakfeqkgkaeg they are such little meow meows i cant-

[lazygyodza]

Ur face when u suck at being a monster hunter,

but absolutely great at being a monster wife 💕

Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses, no shame in changing ur line of work if u find smth better UwU ✨

Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster husbando, ✨ full ver of the sketch on my pillowfort ✨

[trashogram]

I'm not sure if you were serious on actually writing that Lucifer x Reader but just know I'm hooked up about it and would love to read it, it seems like the most fun and in character thing as Lilith doesn't exist

I have enough in mind so it’s happening and it’s p much Rosemary’s Baby but surprisingly wholesome.

Straight up nasty little smut preview under the cut bc I like sharing my work:

“Ah! F-fu, slow down!” You scolded, words muffled as you were repeatedly pushed down into the pillows. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, you just. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word was punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips against the flesh of your ass.

Lucifer moaned, loud and high-pitched, as he continued to lose himself in the sensation. You could only groan, irritation building as your partner refused to give you even the most basic attention. The frustration peaked quickly, then unraveled as his pleasured moans, squeaks, and growls caused your tummy to flutter. 

You clenched around his cock, gasping at another deep thrust. 

Well, fuck you for finding the sound of a masculine voice turning vulnerable the hottest thing in all of creation. 

[misstycloud]

Yandere harpy x reader

TW: bad writing

A/N: sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve been so busy and had no energy at all. But all the exams are over now so I’ll have more time to write now yay! I threw this jumpscare story together for you, sorry if it sucks.

Anyway, let’s welcome bird boy to the club! ;)

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It was scary how much it resembled a human in some ways, yet you knew it definitely wasn't. From the moment you laid eyes on it, it was clear the creature was male. Which contradicted what you knew about it, for it wasn't the first time you had seen such a being. They were featured in a lot of myths, records of their appearance and power.

Harpy, that's what it was. At least, that's what you think. It was the closest you could come up with that resembled the bird-man you met. The upper body and head was human. He, the harpy, had a thick mane of tangled, dark hair. Due to all the exercises he must go through on a daily basis, his chest was well muscled and firm. If it were anyone else, you'd love to take a good look, but that was not the case.

His humanity ended there. On his back, sat a pair of large, strong wings. They too, were dark in colour. Legs did he not have either, not human ones at least. The bird feet had sharp talons that made you anxious whenever you looked at them, even though you knew he'd probably not use them against you.

And thank god you didn't have to see his private parts, that was thanks to the ruffled feathers covering the area. It would be a lot harder to handle him if he walked around with his bird dick hanging out.

This left the confusion, if he really was a harpy, then why did he appear so different. One, he was a male, which none of the harpies in the myths were, there they were all female. Also, he seemed more human like than them, physically that is. In the Greek stories, harpies are depicted as birds with the heads of women.

Crouching down and leaning against the cave wall, you try to avoid glancing at the approaching form. A coo left him, directed at you. You ignored it, there was no way you'd willingly indulge in its desire. When he received no reaction from you, he frowned, nudging you with his head.

When he had returned from his outing and noticed you weren't in the nest he'd created, his first thought was that you had fallen off the cliff connected to his cave in the tall mountain where he'd settled down. He was horrified at the image of you inching closer the the ledge, standing there and glancing down until suddenly the ground under you gave away and crumbled.

He shuddered. You would never have any reason to be scared as long as he is near, for he will do whatever it takes to protect you, his mate. His sweet, innocent mate. The male harpy had never seen someone like you before, but you were very similar to him. Except the wings and instead having those weird naked legs and arms, of course. How unpractical it was, having no wings.

There's no way you could fly like that! Maybe you were defected from birth? He felt sorry for you, you must have led a very hard life. Not being able to hunt for yourself or protect from predetors that wished ill intent upon you. Oh, dear. In the harpy world, should one of the chicks be weaker, it was inevitable the others wouldn't abandon them.

Not even those males you were with when he found you, showed any indication of protecting you. Unworthy, they were. They didn't deserve company from a female as lovely as you. He doesn't care about your defects,which is much more than he could say for the other males.

They were also strange looking with the same differences from him like you, but it didn't mean they should be allowed to slack of their responsibilities. He was glad he got rid of them. Now you could live with someone who actually knew how to take care of their partner.

"Stop it.." you whispered in defiance, wishing he would just let you be. Of course that would not happen.

The creature kept trying to usher you into the giant nest made from twigs. He always seemed the happiest when you were in it, you supposed it was some kind of instinct engraved in his bird-brain. You weren't dumb, you understood the signals and behaviours he was exhibiting.

The fond touches, protectiveness, trying to feed you, and the special dance he'd preform in front of you. You could see how he felt when you refused to move along with him. But why should you care about his feelings when he obviously had no regards for yours, if he did he would not have murdered your friends in cold blood.

You shrieked in surprise, the harpy lifted you up and was walking towards the bed made of natural elements. Gently, he set you down in it and you watched as he went and grabbed the dead carcass of a rabbit. It wasn’t there previously which meant he must have caught it recently, when he was out.

You frowned and pushed it away when he offered it to you. There was no chance you’d eat it, it was raw and you’d rather not catch anything. Then there was also a part of your pride you wished to protect, if you ate it meant giving in. Until now you had managed to avoid consuming anything he gave you. Although, you did eat when you absolutely had too, and in those cases it was fruits and nuts you still had in your backpack. But they were beginning to run out. You were grateful that you were able to keep your bag, when he first took you, what if he had thrown it out?

The male cawed at your defiance and entered the nest as well, placing himself behind you and pulling you into his lap. Protectively, he formed his wings around you, in the process making it slightly darker and harder to see. It was something he loved doing. Another one of his instincts you supposed. It made him feel like a worthy mate, someone who can protect you and provide. He ruffled his feathers in pleasure at the thought.

You winced as he dug into the flesh of the deceased animal, ripped out a bloody chunk and tried to make you eat it. “No, I don’t want that.” You said in a firm tone.

The harpy made multiple attempts, all failing of course. In the end, he leaned down, looking at you with a sad face while shaking you lightly, but you refused. He stared thoughtfully at the meat chunk for a while before gobbling it up himself.

Good, you thought and went on to ignore the male currently holding you previously. At least he won’t pester me about it anymore. However, you were deeply wrong about that.

It wasn’t long until weird sounds began erupting from him, you glanced back at him with suspicion. He was gagging and it hit you, he was going to throw up! You tried to pry his arms off you and escape to oncoming accident, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Let go of me! I’m not letting you puke all over me, you stupid bird!” You nearly wanted to throw up yourself at the thought.

You quickly looked away when he leaned over his hand and coughed up a slimy red substance into it. The meat he consumed earlier had been turned to a big mucky goo. It was the most disgusting thing you’d ever seen. But what almost made you faint was when he pushed it towards you.

“No, no, no, no!” You exclaimed in protest.

The male’s brows furrowed at your action and demonstrated an eating gesture with the chewed down flesh.

“Yes, I know you want me to have it but I must decline.” You simply wanted nothing to do with it, sadly he did not appear to understand that.

Having read bird relating books before, you also recognised this behaviour. It was called regurgitation and was when parents feed their chicks by partially digesting food from their own stomachs and then transfer it to their chicks.

The harpy male could not comprehend the reason why you did not eat his catch of the day. He could hear the sounds emitting from your stomach so you were obviously hungry, so why? In the beginning he thought that maybe you didn’t know how to eat it, so he decided to help you and rip off a piece. When you still didn’t do anything, he chose to help you further through first digesting the food in his stomach and then give it to you. Unfortunately you did not seem too happy about that, going as far as to reject his hold and try to flee to another part of the cave.

The whole thing made him incredibly pessimistic. He only wished to take care of you! The male had never had a mate before since harpies mate for life, and he didn’t know it would be so difficult to have one. He didn’t regret you or anything, but he couldn’t deny you were a little harder to care for. It wasn’t your fault, of course. The ones he blamed were your parents, they must have been horrible to you because you didn’t look like a normal harpy.

His blood boiled at the thought. However, that wouldn’t matter anymore, because he won’t let you be alone now that he is here.

When nightfall came, you were forcefully wrapped in his embrace again like he has done ever since he brought you to his home. You two were laying down in the nest, your back to his chest, one of his wings under you to create a more comfortable bedding and one wing over you for a blanket. One of the harpy’s feet was gripping your calf in a secure hold, hindering you from sneaking off. Although, his arms around your waist were a pretty good chackle too. You hated to admit it, but it was actually quite nice.

His feathers were softer on the inside of his wings and very warm. Because of the height you were at, there would sometimes be strong winds which caused you to freeze. Your saviour would then be your kidnapper. He would appear and cover you with his feathers to keeep you heated. You could see how much he enjoyed it when it happened. Not very surprising, really, since it was the only time you’d allow him close.

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smile off his face.

[remiratboi]

Yandere Orc Neighbor x Afab Transmasc enby Human reader

NSFW - Dark Sexual Content - Check tags and blog pinned post - proceed with caution.

TW - yandere, obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, violence, hunting/animal death (not graphic, like hunting for food type thing), unhealthy relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, stalking.

Orc Neighbor who is the big strong silent type. He’s been bullied and misjudged for his appearance his whole life so he doesn’t trust humans.

Sweet, genuine you, who is kind to everyone. You move in, and first things first, bring homemade cookies around to all the neighbors, including him. He doesn’t get that you’re just showing a nice gesture to everyone in the area. To him, you brought him handmade food. You talked to him earnestly. You laughed with him.

He starts showing up randomly at your door. He noticed your gate was creaking. Can he fix it for you? Those groceries look very heavy, he should probably carry them for you. Oh, your hot water has been acting funky? Give him 10 minutes with YouTube and he’ll fix that right up.

You always pay him with kindness and snacks. (You had tried to pay him with actual money once, but he was HORRIBLY offended and you won’t try that again) You babble about your day while he works. You tell him about your job, the annoying clients, how your boss was a bitch the other day. He works away at whatever this days task is, you don’t think he’s really listening. You are wrong.

This is your routine for months. Hes shy and not used to enjoying others company. He’s content to just be near you. For now.

You start leaning on him more, rely on him more. But for the most part, you never even have to ask him to do things for you. The gutters need cleaning, and there’s no way in hell he’s letting perfect you on top of a rickety ladder. Your breaker keeps blowing, and you just need to do a simple peice swap, but before you can even buy the part, he’s there, ready to fix it. There’s a lightbulb burnt out, that you just can’t reach. No problem, turns out he’s tall as fuck. You never expected your new home to have this many problems. You’re just so lucky to have him around.

You come home one day and your back door is open. You could have sworn you’d locked that… you round the corner into your bed room to find the new dresser you’d bought built, all your clothes neatly transferred over, and the old dresser gone. Ok this was going too far. You knew who’d done it. It was obvious. You didn’t like to think about the fact he’d had to have moved all your underwear and lingerie.

You marched next door, intent on telling him off, but he was just so proud of himself that it cracked your resolve. You decided to be gentle and explain how he couldn’t just come over when you weren’t home. He couldn’t let himself in. He didn’t agree.

After this it’s like his possessiveness went up by 100%. He was always in your home for some reason or other. You had to be so careful to never do anything embarrassing or private because he was always there. You felt like you were suffocating.

Then there was the dating issues. You were young and wanted to have fun. You were single. So you were dating. You’d bring someone home and he’d barge in moments after you walked in the door. You’d shriek in surprise and try to shoo him out but he was huge and heavy. He’d just leer over you at the person, lips curled above his tusks. Beefy arms crossed in front of his chest while you apologized for your neighbour, he didn’t mean any harm, he was just protective, see? They’d always inevitably get freaked out and run away as fast as possible. He’d smile smugly and walk out the door after them. It never occurred to you he wasn’t going home.

You started seeing one person you particularly liked, so you carefully avoided ever having them at your place. You’d spend dates out, and then go to their place after. And he’d noticed. He started following you when you’d go out. He’d sit outside your work, staring into your office window, hoping to catch a glimpse of you walking by.

It took a few days but he finally figured out who you were dating. A pretty little thing with pouty lips. Shortly after, they broke up with you with no warning or explanation. They refused to even talk to you in person. You were so sad. So sad that you actually kind of welcomed his intrusions now. You were lonely.

One especially sad night, mid thunderstorm, you invited him over for a movie. You fell asleep shortly after it started and he got to watch his favourite movie; your beautiful, peaceful, sleeping face. Something he watched almost nightly now. He craved you.

You shifted on the couch in your sleep, and your head plopped onto his shoulder. He almost took you right then. You were so close. And smelled so good. You were warm and breathy. Something shifted in him. He finally felt it was time to make you his, once and for all.

The Orc mating rituals started the next day. You awoke, hot and sweaty, having been carried to bed and a thick animal pelt covered your body. You were surprised and slightly horrified. Then downstairs the kitchen was bursting with food. Mostly meats. The cupboards, the fridge, the freezer. Why?

He came by shortly after you had woken up. He had 3 large hares tied to a string and he thrust them at you. You leapt back and scolded him. You told him you didn’t want him to kill things for you. He said something cryptic about it being too late for that, but took the hares home with him. He sulked all day after that.

He tried other various mating rituals on you. He beat up a particularly awful client who’d yelled at you (defending his mate and crushing their enemies). He built a large cave/nest structure/thing in your back yard. You swore you were NOT stepping foot in that thing. And the food, so much food. Always food.

You finally had enough and told him with no room for miscommunication that you wanted him to stop contacting you, and to leave you alone.

This enraged him. But not at you. No he was never mad at you. He was mad that his mating rituals were working. Why weren’t they working? If you were an orc, you have been downright swooning. That left only the last resort option for an orc trying to court. Breeding.

(Might make a spicy pt 2, I dno)

[hunterssm00n]

Something Wicked

After being stalked in the darkness of her bedroom for a week, Serena thinks she's finally going to be murdered by the monster that has been residing in her closet. Only, that's not quite what it's after. Not at all. | Boogeyman/OC |

part 1 of ?

also on ao3: here

*cw include dub-con, teratophilia, smut, human/monster relationship, anxiety attack, voice kink, and use of restraints* MDNI - 18+

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

/ / will you come and play? / /

The creak of the closet door opening woke me up out of a light sleep.

It was a sound I had grown familiar with over the past week. I knew there was something in my home with me. I had known for a while now. Ever since I’d heard that story, which many considered a fable, but most knew it was all too true. A story that I now knew to be true, also.

The pitter patter of something crawling across the floor gave me shivers, even under the blankets. It was something large; definitely not a rodent. But unmistakably it was crawling on all fours, like an animal. The thought, as well as the noise, made the hair on the back of my neck raise.

The soft sound came closer and closer to the bed, and I felt myself holding my breath as I listened. Sometimes it spoke to me, in different voices of people I knew. It would ask questions: Where are you? Why are you hiding from me? But at the moment, it was silent.

I hadn't been sure, at first, if it was being serious when it was asking me where I was, or why I was hiding. I’d wondered if it genuinely couldn't see me - if it really did think I was purposely hiding from it. But over time I realized that that was one of its many ways of toying with me. 

Sometimes it would growl, make groaning noises, and speak in a voice I didn't recognize. I had come to assume that that voice was its own, rather than mimicking someone else's vocals. That voice gave me the most chills; I had never heard something so inhuman sounding.

The pitter patter ceased when it got to the rug, and then I could no longer tell where it was. This was the part that frightened me the most; when I couldn't hear it. It could be looming over me, staring with those weird, reflective white eyes. It could be reaching for me right now, one clawed hand about to make contact with my blanket covered shoulder -

I had to calm down, or I was going to... What, pass out? But wouldn't that be a welcome reprieve from the state of fear I was in right now? 

What would it do to me if I was asleep? 

What had it already done to me when I’d been asleep, if anything? 

I felt the blanket down by my feet shift, and then suddenly I briefly felt cool air on my toes. Oh, God, it's coming under the blanket.

I laid very still, afraid to move as I felt more weight dip onto the mattress down by my feet. Would this be the night that it finally killed me? After nights of stalking me in my own home, only coming out in the dark, watching me while I slept, or tried to. My breath caught in my throat when a gentle weight came down on my ankle, seemingly using it as a standing point, but also holding it in place. 

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, my breathing light and shallow. I was practically hyperventilating. Did it know I was awake? Would that make any difference? 

Another weight, still light, but noticeable, now next to my knee on the mattress. Thoughts were swirling madly in my brain, alarm bells ringing like I'd never experienced. Should I be fighting for my life? The inner turmoil was a crushing pressure like a hand clenched around my throat, slowly suffocating me. 

Another dip in the bed, this one by my midsection, right next to me. So close I felt the blanket pull tighter over my body from whatever appendage was pulling down on it from stepping on it. What was going to happen if I just continued to lay here and do nothing? Pretending to be asleep; because if you can't see the monster, it can't see you either - right? Wrong. 

Whatever it was was clearly trying to be careful not to jostle me. Maybe it did think I was still asleep, and was trying not to wake me. What difference would that make if it was actually going to kill me, though? I knew I had to pull myself together and think of a plan, something - a way out of this. But it was hard to attempt a coherent, logical thought other than straight fear. Fear of the monster; fear at what was going to happen. It was difficult to not be consumed by such an emotion.

A dip in the mattress next to my shoulder. I was sweating so much, I felt like I'd just taken a shower. Underneath the blanket my body felt like it was on fire, even though the rest of the room was a cooler temperature that I normally liked for sleeping. My pillowcase and my sheets were probably wet, and I wondered if soon my blood would be adding to that fluid. 

I felt hot breath on my ear, and unintentionally I shivered as I felt another appendage settle on the mattress next to my other shoulder, effectively caging me in. I was laying on my stomach, so I felt even more trapped, the claustrophobia creeping in.

I had to do something, or I was going to pass out. While the thought of that sounded blissful compared to the raw, very real fear I was experiencing, I didn't want to think about what would happen if this thing killed me in my sleep. I wanted to look death in the face.

The creature was on top of me; crouched over me, so trying to get away would probably not work out in my favor. I still had my sleep mask on, as I was sensitive to light while I slept, but I could feel it over me, all around me, breathing on the back of my neck.

Light. That was it. 

It was sensitive to light - extremely so. This thing never came out in the daytime - it hid away in the darkness of my closet when the sun was up. It hid from the lights in the apartment; even the light of the refrigerator in an otherwise dark room. On the small nightstand next to my bed, there was a touch lamp that had three different light modes, from dim to bright. I wasn't sure if dim would do anything to the creature, but any level above that was sure to at least scare it away. And if all else failed, there was always the flashlight on my phone. The lamp, I wouldn't have to even take my sleep mask off for; all I had to do was reach out and touch it.

My mouth went dry as I felt a tickling sensation right by my ear, and heard a soft inhale. It was smelling me. 

I didn't know how much longer I should wait, or when the perfect opportunity would be to act. So, without thinking about it any further, I darted my left hand out from under the blanket and reached for the lamp - but my fingers never made it there. Long, cool fingers wrapped around my wrist and held it suspended in the air where it had been reaching out, holding fast with a gentle but firm grasp.

Oh, god. This was it.

I couldn't help the noise of fear that escaped my throat, like I was no longer in control of my own body. At this point I guessed I wasn't.

To my surprise, there was no pain. There wasn't anything else that happened, except for my hand being lowered back down to the bed, gently and unhurriedly. Though the gesture was non-violent, I didn't let my guard down yet. For all I knew, this creature could be lulling me into a sense of complacency, only to kill me as soon as I did. 

The claw tipped hand never left my wrist, but it wasn't hurting me, either. All it was doing was applying gentle pressure as it held me down onto the mattress - gentle but firm. My whole body was trembling now, uncontrollably - I could feel it and I couldn't stop it. The breaths were wheezing out of my chest now, and I was sure that I was going to faint sooner rather than later. It wasn't actually doing anything to me; rather, this was the fear of what it was going to do to me. I had done research on it since this had started, and I knew what it was - what he was. I knew what it was capable of. 

Then I felt something brush the hair by my ear, and a warm breath heated my skin, as a whisper ghosted across me, "Don't be afraid." 

I stilled, and was surprised at its words, and it gave me pause, both physically and mentally. The monster that hid in my closet and only came out at night, to stalk me, watch me while I slept, was telling me not to be afraid of it. 

Why?

Again, I wondered if it was to lull me into a sense of complacency so I wouldn't fight back. But whether or not I fought back wouldn't necessarily matter - it could kill me just as quickly whether I was struggling or sleeping soundly. So why hadn't it yet?

The monster had been stalking me for the past week - hiding in my closet during the day and coming out at night to terrorize me. But it hadn't hurt me. And it hadn't even touched me... until now.

I wanted to ask why - what it wants from me - what it's going to do to me - but the words wouldn't form. All I could do was lay there, trembling and silent.

Don't be afraid, it said. I wondered if it even knew what fear was. Did it even know how I felt right now? Has it ever felt that way before? 

What was it going to do to me now that it had me right where it wanted me? 

I felt it inhale again, smelling my hair, I was assuming, and above me I felt its body lean in closer to mine. It's body was not exactly warm, but it wasn't freezing either. It's thin, bony hand was still wrapped around my wrist, holding mine onto the bed, so I couldn't even pull up my sleeping mask. I wanted to see what was on top of me. I had seen pictures that people who had seen it firsthand drew on internet forums. But I wanted to see it for myself.

Mustering up all of my courage, I asked: "What do you want?"

I didn't know what I expected; if I expected an answer back or not, or if I expected it to just slaughter me and be done with it.

What I did not expect, however, was its answer: "You." 

My mind went blank once again, sure I had either misunderstood or imagined it. Did this creature just say it wants me? 

What did that even mean?

The monster's foot, which had been resting on my ankle through the blanket at the bottom of the bed, lifted off, as did the hand on my wrist that had been holding it down to the mattress. I wondered if this was the part where I should try and make my escape, but, maybe, against my better judgement, I wanted to see what the creature meant. If it hadn't killed me, what on earth was it keeping me alive for?

I felt movement over my back, the comforter rustling around me. The creature was careful as it stepped around me. I couldn't see it, so I wasn't sure what it was doing, but I felt the blanket around me lift slightly. Whatever this thing was had looked big in the drawings I had seen, so I was surprised by how incredibly light it was on its feet. Not only did it look big in the drawings, which, it was difficult to judge size based on pictures and artwork as it was, but crouched over me, it felt big. It felt... human sized. Like the size of an average human male, at least. Considering this thing mainly hunted children, that was pretty frightening. To a child, it probably looked enormous. 

Slowly so as not to make the creature think I was going to do anything crazy, I moved my hand towards my sleep mask so I could lift it from my eyes. I lifted the mask to my forehead so it was no longer covering my eyes, and when I slowly blinked them open it took me a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room. I had dark curtains to keep out the lights from directly outside my apartment, since they were quite obnoxious at night, so the only light in the room came from the glow of my alarm clock and from the small cracks where the outside lights shone through the curtains. But when I turned my head to look behind me at what, or who, was on top of me over my blanket, I wasn't sure what I had been expecting, but it definitely wasn't what I saw. And those small sources of light in my room were just enough to see what was crouched over me. And it was definitely not human.

The white eyes that I had seen from the darkness held almost a glow from within, like an animal in headlights in the dark, and the eyes were definitely one of the eeriest parts. They seemed to stare straight into my soul, wide and unblinking, and those eyes coupled with the split, flattened nose that was similar to a bat's, and that horrid mouth... I couldn't really tell what was going on there, but it either looked like it had red teeth, or red spider legs coming from its maw - or fingers. It was all I could do to not scream, but I didn't know if I'd be able to even if I wanted to - my breath was caught in my throat from sheer terror. The drawings I'd seen online hadn't done it justice at all. I was not prepared for the horror that I saw looking back at me.

Instinctively, fight or flight taking over my brain, I tried to scramble wildly up and out of my bed - frantic and full of fear. It proved to be futile, as the creature's clawed hands held me down onto the mattress and wouldn't allow me up. The only thing I had succeeded in was tangling myself in the blankets and turning myself onto my back. The creature was still crouched above me, and we were now face to face. Now I was forced to look at it.

 It's cool, clawed hands over my shoulders, the creature tilted its head at me, eerie white eyes staring at me, unblinking - into my very soul. It's mouth reminded me of a spider, and I felt a violent shiver go down my spine even though I was still partially under the blanket. Tonight was the first real look I'd gotten at it, and it was somehow worse than anything I had already imagined. 

The spidery looking mouth really did me in, and coupled with the white eyes, I found myself shrinking back against my bed, as far as I could go. As if I could somehow just melt into it and then I would be safe. But there was no hiding now - not with those scary white eyes watching intently.

 It was difficult to decipher the rest of its features due to the very little light in the room, but I decided that that was probably a good thing. From what I could tell, and from the brief glimpses I had seen throughout the past few days, it had the shape of a man, but thin, very thin - almost skeletal. And it was covered in what I assumed was skin, but it was leathery and dark, like a rotting corpse, blending into the darkness all around it. It honestly looked like it had crawled straight out of a horror movie, on all fours.

Sounds and words that wanted to spill out of my mouth were caught in my throat, and I was breathing quickly and shallowly. No, I had not been at all prepared, much like I'd thought. 

I was also not prepared for the creature to suddenly lean down closer to me, inches from my face. Fearfully I shrank back into the mattress, it's hands still on my shoulders while my own raised instinctively out in front of me in a self-protecting gesture. Also turning my face to the side, squeezing my eyes shut reflexively as a whimper of fear caught in my throat. I braced myself for the attack.

When the attack didn't come, I only got more anxious, breathing coming in and out in high pitched gasps as I had prepared for something to happen. The past week of strange things happening in the night and the feeling, the knowledge, that I was being watched, had all led up to this. I was sure it was going to kill me. Why else would it be here? What would have been the purpose for seemingly latching onto me and hiding in my closet all this week? 

However, instead of the pain I had expected; those spider-like appendages ripping into my throat to tear it out, to attach to my face like a facehugger from Alien - I was still just laying there with my hands held up protectively in front of me. I felt him lean into my palms, his cool, weird flesh strange against my own skin. He groaned, deeply, as soon as the contact happened, and this made me shiver again under the blankets; although this time, for a different reason.  The monster then inhaled again right near my neck - right by the prominent artery that thumped there.

...Oh.

For the first time, I questioned its motives. The deep groan it had let out upon its bony chest making contact with my hands made me think about other things that were done in the night, in a bed. That was how it had sounded; like a noise of pleasure.

I swallowed hard, the sound audible in the dark of my room even over the sound of the creature sniffing me, and slowly cracked my eyes open. In my peripheral vision I could just barely see the outline of its head right next to mine, as it was smelling me deeply. If it was going to kill me, wouldn't it have done so already? Wouldn't it be doing so right now, instead of smelling me?

My mind ran through all of the possibilities for why it could possibly be smelling me right now instead of killing me, and coupled with the spine tingling groan it had let out moments ago, the only thing I could come up with was that maybe this was something... sexual.

But that would be crazy, right? This was not a sex demon; an incubus, or whatever. This is a monster who feeds on others' fear and vulnerability, and seems to target children specifically. Probably because they are much easier targets than adults, who could possibly put up a fight. A child could do nothing against this creature - neither could an adult, but that's besides the point. The point being that, in my late twenties, I'm no child, nor do I have children. So this creature being in my home at all had raised initial questions from me already. And now, the way it had reacted to me touching it... could this creature be here for a different reason other than killing me? 

And then when I'd asked what it wanted, the answer I had gotten: You.

This creature said it wanted me. But for what? 

I slowly turned my head in the direction of the creature, who was still poised over me, its head drawing back so I could look it in the eye. I suppressed a shudder; speaking of eyes, that milky gaze creeped me out like nothing else I'd ever seen before. And that mouth... Looking at the creature had not gotten any easier in the past few moments - not that I had expected it to, but I wanted to force myself to look. I was oddly drawn to things that frightened me, although looking at this monster was almost more than I could bear.

The creature was looking at me almost expectantly, like it knew I was going to speak. I swallowed again, thinking about how weird it was that the monster from my closet was on top of me in my bed, looking at me and waiting for me to say something to it. Nothing weird about this at all.

"W-What do you want with me?" I asked. If this creature was going to kill me, I reasoned with myself, it certainly wouldn't be sitting back and waiting for me to ask it a question. 

I noticed with revulsion that its mouth appeared to move - what I had originally thought were teeth were actually red appendage-like things that were coming from its mouth and covering its maw in a weird, terrifying grin of sorts. The appendages appeared to be like red, spidery legs - which frightened me immensely - or they could have even been tentacles or fingers. They didn't sit still, whatever they were. I noticed they moved with the creatures 'expressions', of sorts, in an otherwise passive face. At my question, they twitched into a kind of creepy smile, almost. Between that mouth and the white eyes, I was a trembling mess underneath it on the bed. I didn't think I'd ever seen something more horrifying.

The creature took a moment to consider my question, appendages around its mouth fluttering in thought, before it answered, "What are you willing to give?"

The question in response to my question took me by surprise, and I, in turn, answered with another one of my own, "What are you... willing to take?" My words came out weaker than I had intended them to, but I forced them out regardless. If it was going to ask me a question as an answer, I would do the same. Plus, I wanted to know exactly what options were on the table. I wanted specifics.

The creature chuckled lowly at my response, bemused by my cheekiness, I was hoping. The sound sent a jolt straight down between my legs, which I couldn't control at all. Deep, gravelly voices were my undoing, and though I was afraid, I couldn't help my body's natural, biological response to something I found attractive. And this creature is completely terrifying looking - but it's voice... Though, it did not sound at all human; it sounded... demonic. Beastly. And I don't know why that almost made it even hotter. Even before I'd fully seen it, over the past few nights when it had come out of the darkness and crawled around my bed, whispering my name, that voice - it's real voice - pricked something within me. Something deep, dark, and hidden completely from sight, and from anyone else. It felt like the feeling had been awakened by this creature that hid in my closet during the day and came out at night.

The creature tilted its head at me, a gesture that may have been cute if it didn't look... how it did. The blood colored appendages around its mouth twitched in what I assumed was amusement, and its white gaze bore into me intensely, as it remarked, "I think we can help each other." in it's rough, definitely not human, voice.

I blinked, not expecting it to say something quite like that. What exactly did that statement mean? I wondered how the creature had come to this conclusion. And then something happened: the creature leaned back, finally removing its hands from my shoulders, as though positive that I wouldn't get up and try to run away now in my state of puzzlement and confusion. It's eyes were still trained on me, holding my gaze almost pointedly and making sure I was looking at it in return. And then it looked down, tilting its head down and dropping its gaze pointedly to my body, still somewhat under the covers. At first, I didn't understand... until I did.

As if to make sure I further understood, the creature dipped its head slightly, and then inhaled. It was smelling me again, but this time, smelling something different. Scenting my body's biological reaction to when it spoke to me - something I had absolutely no control over. 

My cheeks went on fire, and my breath caught in my throat once again. It was smelling my arousal at the sound of its voice... If I thought my body had felt like it was on fire before, it was nothing compared to now. I was blushing with my whole being.

The knowledge that this creature had been able to smell me being turned on, all throughout this past week when it had crawled out of my closet and across the floor, stalking around my bed and whispering to me softly... No wonder this thing had hung around in my bedroom for the last seven days. I wasn't quite sure what to feel, but I knew for sure that my cheeks were probably as red as the spidery appendages coming out of it's mouth.

Now I definitely understood what it was saying. And the most frightening part is that the idea didn't repulse me as much as I'd thought it would. As much as it should have - and it definitely should have. But it didn't. If anything, the thought excited me as much as it made me nervous.

What the hell was that all about? 

What did that mean about me? What did that make me? 

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part 2 coming soon

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Warnings: NSFW, needy Teylan, subby!Teylan, dom!Reader, mentions of p in v, begging.

Needy!Telan who moans and whimpers unashamedly in your ear.

Needy!Teylan who sobs and cries as every time he edges himself for you.

Needy!Teylan who bites your neck and your shoulders because you feel so good.

Needy!Teylan who can't help but drool a little any time you take him into your mouth.

Needy!Teylan who begs, "Please baby, you feel so good" with his pretty eyes glossy.

Needy!Teylan who likes to overstimulate himself by continuing to come in and out of you.

Needy!Teylan who fucks into you with broken grunts and a scratchy throat.

Needy!Teylan who clings to you as you ride him like your life depends on it.

Needy!Teylan who traces each marking on your skin and kisses each scar.

Needy!Teylan who undresses you with eager intent, knowing he'll be the one to make your legs wobbly the next time you walk.

Needy!Teylan who refuses to let you go.

[banj0possum]

The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey

this song reminds me of the zombie horde! (Love your art and writing by the way!) i was wondering what if we found a radio and fixed it and this song played! How would the boys react? (You don’t have to respond if you don’t want too)

Zombie Horde and a Radio!!

Zombie Horde x GN! Reader

💀 You found a radio once during one of your scavenging runs in an old tech store and it's just been sitting on your desk for years now.

💀 Soda asked about it once and you told him it used to play music and podcasts and all that mess and he was hooked.

💀 He snatched it once while you were asleep and showed it to the others.

💀 You came out to Bo and Soda holding back Ribs from breaking open the radio while Screw screams to not hurt the little people in the box.

💀 Please protect them they share like 2 braincells.

💀 But after a while, your post-apocalyptic world started to get back on its feet. Civilization is rebuilding and people are learning to live with the mutated monsters of the surface.

💀 This meant the old radio station in your town has been repurposed and even used again.

💀 Hearing the news, you head to your old radio that Ribs and Screw were playing tea party with and pop in a few batteries.

💀 It came out as static at first but with a few dial twists and smacks it began playing a song.

💀 You recognize it as The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey and the two zombies beside you can't help but gurgle and squeal in happiness.

💀 Bo and Soda come a little later and listen in too, Bo of course draping an arm over your shoulder.

💀 Ribs would be headbanging a little to the music because he's a little stinker what do you expect from him.

💀 Then on you'd get occasional asks from them to use the radio.

💀 Bo uses it mostly for the news or to hear other people talk, he wants to work on his speaking for you <333

💀 Ribs loves rock music, doesn't know why but it rattles his bones whenever a guitar solo plays.

💀 Soda and Screw listen to pop music together, hates it when it goes to advertisements (apparently those still exist..)

💀 But their favorite song will forever be The Zombie Song, they can't help but think of you when they hear it! ^^

sorry this one isnt very long but this request blasted me with nostalgia so here you go :00000

[ash-shark]

I hate when i search "falling love with a monster" and it's about a twink high schooler or a pick me high school girl with an attractive green skinned black eyed high schooler monster. I DON'T WANT THAT!! I WANT TO SEE A LITERALL BEAST (or a non-human looking weird/scary) WITH A WOMAN!!

LIKE THEM!!

[la-hannya]

Me and my Beast Boss manga is hitting all my monsterfucker kinks.

Monster husbando who gets territorial when someone touches their human boo? F*ing delicious. Absolutely eating that shit up.

Anyway, volume 2 is out in English finally. Go get it! ❤️

[luna-kipp-themothauthor]

When you think you're reading another standard M/M fantasy romance, but then things suddenly start getting freaky with a plant monster.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

The novel is coming soon my lovelies 💖

[dairyfreenugget]

I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me

[yalibat]

babe wake up new au just droped

[doodleferp]

I’ll use the literal last day of Pride Month to give you Mommy Miara’s exclusive Charm! Unlike the other dudes, Miara gets her own wife that isn’t derived from Madds in any way.

This beautiful deity belongs to @eldritch-spouse

[nenee-blog]

Garou doujin "Hungry wolf" page 13

Garou's headache is called Nagi Amachi.

This headache won't be easily healed ♥

Read page 14 :)

******

I'm so happy to post 2 pages from my Garou doujin! It's fun and full of hot hot moments. I'm really eager to draw it ♥

Read my Garou doujin and more Garou x Nagi hot stuff at my A03 site:

Bona Revetlla de Sant Joan! nenée

Garou: opm Nagi: nenée

[banj0possum]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO MORE TERATO WITH ZOMBIES?? /NF

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD ABD TASTY, possibly a trans male reader who hasn’t gotten surgery yet? DONT KNOW IF THATS AGAINST BOUNDRUES

Smut pls😊

*sniff sniff* thnank yuou

Zombie Horde with a FtM reader Who Hasn't Gotten Top Surgery Yet

CW: Smut, a bit of fluff, FtM reader w/o top surgery, chest touching???

💀 To be honest, they wouldn't care

💀 You'd normally use bandages or old binders because transitional surgery wasn't an option when you were busy making sure your bunker was safe, your food stock was full and so on. Sure you wished you'd gotten one sooner before the virus but there are more important things...

💀 You were in your hidey hole without anything binding your when Soda came in looking for you.

💀 He went to cuddle next to you when he felt something soft and squishy, he tilted his head and poked at your chest which made you yelp.

💀 His little mate has squishy parts in the chest? he doesn't remember that, he's confused as he's never noticed you with any squishy bits in that area, in fact, you always had some kind of armor or something for some reason, were they organs spilling out? Now he can't have that! Humans need those he thinks!

💀 He chitters worryingly, trying to pull up your shirt to help you push back in your organs, but you kept pushing him away.

💀 He eventually gestured to parts of his body that showed his rotten body making a pushing in movement, you let out a long ooohhhhh and assure him it's not that.

💀 You explain to him (to a degree) and he explains it to the others.

💀 Bo thinks he remembers seeing bandages on others because they're hurt so the first time you show him, he's all over you comforting you so his little mate won't be sad that they got hurt. He is very much blaming himself, but Soda quickly explains you're not hurt at all.

💀 They start looking for bandages, binders, sports bras, compression wear, anything that looks like what you usually wear.

💀 Screw has a bunch of things he's hoarded so he goes through his pile looking for clothes and the sort that he think's you'd like.

💀 Ribs has the guilty pleasure of burying his face in your chest. You're just so warm and soft and squishy!!!

💀 If you ever feel gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia, they'll sense you feeling a bit under the weather and love on you so much you'll forget all about it. Don't be sad, you're perfect!

💀 If you ever do get top surgery, maybe from travelling to a large community of survivors or other, they wouldn't change their feelings towards you.

💀 They's be curious about your scars though, Bo would be furious thinking they hurt you or ate your squishy bits or something.

💀 Screw is feeling your chest now feeling the new flat texture of your chest.

💀 Ribs does the same because they're best friends a- OH MY GOD YOU HAVE RIBS TOO?!?!?

💀 Soda is all over you seeing if you're ok. Did they feed you enough? Does it hurt? Do you need us to give you some love? Did you miss us?

💀 Can Ribs have all your old bandages and binders?

💀 If you have boundaries regarding your chest area, they will steer away from it, anyway, you have the rest of your lovely body for them to devour.

💀 If you don't, they'd be massaging your chest, cooing oh so softly reminding you that you're theirs whether you have surgery or not.