Monster Disaster

anglerfish!merman x human!gn!Reader Good to know: fluff

Summary: You volunteer at Grimbrook Aquarium because of one clingy merman.

The anglerfish merman latches on you whenever you volunteer at Grimbrook Aquarium.

It started when the workers moved the anglerfish mer into a new tank. The poor guy was smaller than the others, shorter than you from head to tail, and the staff had to separate him because the others kept bullying him.

You were standing in front of the empty tank, peering inside, when chaos erupted above. The little mer was thrashing wildly as the others tried to lower him into the water.

Then he spotted you through the glass.

orca!merman x human!fem!Reader Good to know: foot fetish

Summary: No summary, the warning tells you everything you need to know.

Pathetic, pathetic orca merman who is completely obsessed with your legs. And he is not ashamed of it. Not even a little. He is a shameless pervert for them; for the soft skin of your thighs, for the way his hand fits perfectly to the back of your knee, for the curve of your calves, for that delicate little bracelet with the tiny shell dangling around your ankle, and for the cute colors you paint your toenails.

peacock hybrid!boyfriend x human!gn!Reader Good to know: I love writing about pathetic men

Your peacock hybrid boyfriend, who gets off when you praise him, struts through the hallway of your shared home like he struts through life. Like a living jewel; vibrant, and impossible to ignore. And tonight, he is dressed to fucking kill.

In a pressed navy suit, perfectly tailored to show off every lean, elegant line of him, he stands by the door, checking his cuffs and adjusting his collar with a smug little smirk playing on his lips. He looks good, and he knows it. His feathers are sleek and glossy, and his tail is tucked around his narrow waist on one side. The long, green plumes drape along his legs, swaying and shimmering with every step he takes.

You have only one problem, though.

It’s your anniversary tonight.

And he is not dressed up for you.

No, your peacock is on his way to some high-powered business meeting, and while you told him it's fine, you are nothing if not a bit vengeful.

So, you wait.

Wait until he is almost out the door.

Then you strike.

You let your eyes roam over him like you are drinking him in, and there is nothing subtle or casual about it. Just pure, slow-burning admiration. You even reach out to smooth the lapel of his jacket. There is no wrinkle, but you do it anyway.

Then you look up, eyes locked with his, and say, "You are gorgeous, you know that?"

He freezes. The smug smirk vanishes like it never existed. Instead, his breath catches in his throat, his lips part, and his pupils blow wide.

"Fuck-" he breathes, voice cracking right down the middle. His hands flex uselessly at his sides like he doesn’t know whether to grab you or hold himself back. "Don’t- don’t say it like that, I- I can’t-"

Your hand drifts lower, fingers brushing a phantom speck of lint from his chest. "You really don’t know what you do to people, do you?" you murmur. "You walk around looking like a goddamn fantasy."

He groans, and you smile just a little wider. Just a little crueler and sweeter.

"So handsome," you breathe, letting your palm rest lightly over his stomach. "So elegant. All dressed up for… someone else?"

He whimpers, high and choked. "I- fuck, babe- please-"

You hum, your eyes roaming over him again like you’re admiring art. "Please? What’s wrong?" Your hand drifts to his neck as if adjusting the dark blue feathers there. "Too much for you, pretty boy?"

He whimpers again. Whimpers.

"So handsome," you tell him again, like you’re oblivious to the chaos unraveling inside him. Like you don’t see the strain at the front of his slacks. "All dressed up like a dream."

He moans, breath coming in quick little gasps. "F-fuckfuckfuck-" He is trembling, hands clenched at his sides. "I- shit- I can’t-"

"Can’t what?" you tease, brushing your lips close to his tense jawline. "Can’t take me telling you how fucking perfect you are?"

That does it.

He shudders. His legs buckle, and a guttural moan rips from his throat as his hips snap forward, soaking the front of his expensive pants. His face twists, and he gasps your name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

"Fuuuuck," he groans, shaking. "You-goddamn it-"

Especially from the dragon at the back. The one that comes every single night you are on shift and asks for the same salmon with veggies and a glass of your finest wine. He spends hours just staring at you, talking to you in your break and pretty much making you feel like you are the most special girl in the world. And he always leaves a tip so big he can solve your rent in only one night. You have a bit of a crush on the dragon. Or more like a big, big crush.

But one night he doesn't show up. You are kind of worried, but mostly annoyed that your best customer and the one that always makes your night a bit brighter is not there. The night is a disaster, and your tips end up being shitty because you aren't as bubbly as other nights. You walk home that night feeling awful, your whole body tired and your heart feeling too heavy.

After the portal to the monster realm opened, they obviously needed someone to investigate this new world and its inhabitants. It would be a risky job; they weren’t sure what to expect on the other side.

You were the first to apply. They handed you a digital notebook and tasked you with compiling a proper bestiary. They praised your bravery and selflessness for humanity. They sent you off into the unknown, fingers crossed you’d return safe.

And you certainly returned. The data you collected was beyond their wildest expectations: monstrous appearances, behaviour, specimen variety…breeding habits? Mating particularities? The research team took a moment to stare at the generous analysis you provided. How on earth did you get that kind of information?

“I’m ready for the next expedition,” you told them with an eager smile.

What an astonishingly dedicated scientist you are! Well, the better word for it would be monster fucker. So what if you're enjoying your role a little too much? At the end of the day, you make sure to be very thorough in your studies. All your observations have been tested firsthand, several times. For, uh, humanity, of course.

knot talk

anglerfish!merman x human!gn!Reader Good to know: fluff

Summary: You volunteer at Grimbrook Aquarium because of one clingy merman.

The anglerfish merman latches on you whenever you volunteer at Grimbrook Aquarium.

It started when the workers moved the anglerfish mer into a new tank. The poor guy was smaller than the others, shorter than you from head to tail, and the staff had to separate him because the others kept bullying him.

You were standing in front of the empty tank, peering inside, when chaos erupted above. The little mer was thrashing wildly as the others tried to lower him into the water.

Then he spotted you through the glass.

orca!merman x human!fem!Reader Good to know: foot fetish

Summary: No summary, the warning tells you everything you need to know.

Pathetic, pathetic orca merman who is completely obsessed with your legs. And he is not ashamed of it. Not even a little. He is a shameless pervert for them; for the soft skin of your thighs, for the way his hand fits perfectly to the back of your knee, for the curve of your calves, for that delicate little bracelet with the tiny shell dangling around your ankle, and for the cute colors you paint your toenails.

Welcome to Monster Disaster! 💗

I'm so glad you found my little corner of the internet! This space is dedicated to everything monster romance and spice (so much spice). My stories focus on pairing our favorite monsters with us.

I have been writing for a long time now [Disaster of a Story], and I'm still obsessed with finding new ways to make these stories come to life. Whether you are here for the romance, the fluff, the scenery, or just a bit of an escape, I hope you have fun exploring!

If you enjoy my work, I would love to have you over on my Patreon! It is the best way to support what I do and get a lot of extra content in return.

Join the Monster Lovers Tier – $5/month

Full Library: Immediate access to 300+ stories, including over 100 Patreon-exclusive pieces you won't find anywhere else.

More stories: 4–5 new monster romances every month

Early Access: See my Tumblr stories and requests before anyone else.

More extras: Sneak peeks, behind the scenes, illustrations, and little tidbits.

🔞 Please note: This blog is 18+ only. My stories contain smut and adult language. If you are a minor, please leave!

✍🏻 English is my second language. I’m always learning and trying my best, but if you spot a mistake, feel free to point it out.

📝Requests are currently open! Important: Things I don't write about. And I don’t use a taglist, so the best way to keep up is to follow.

🧜🏻‍♂️ I write with (mostly) human female Reader. In some of my older stories, the reader had a name, but I’ve since switched to the classic 'Y/N' to make it easier for everyone to imagine themselves in the story!

S C H E D U L E - June

M A I N M A S T E R L I S T

Explore my world... Ironridge - a small mountain town Meriad - the city Mirage Resort - a resort in the middle of the desert Grimbrook - a spooky town Space - beyond Earth And if you want more... Sweet asks - 2024 and 2025 and 2026 Requests Thoughts - drabbles, sneak peeks

[sneak peek] fairy x human!gn!Reader Good to know: botanical and body horror, starving and obsessive eating

Summary: It would be wise to remember: Nothing good ever comes out of that forest, and if it does, you will always have to pay the price.

The hunger inside you roared.

It clawed up your throat like a monstrous creature, slashing your vocal cords before you could answer and grabbing onto your cervical vertebrae in a bruising, cracking grip before you could shake your head. It threatened to devour you if it could not have something else to feed upon.

The fairy watched your struggle with bright delight. "Are you sure?" they asked sweetly. Their grin stretched wide around their needle-sharp teeth. "It looks very much like you need it."

You knew the woods well enough to understand what stood on your windowsill. You knew better than to trust anything that called it home. Nothing good came out of that forest. Not the creatures. Not the wanderers, bruised and bleeding out, and certainly not gifts.

Still-

_

A vunerable moment with some dragon-ladies.

I have spicier stuff on my Patreon.

The big, brutal Enforcer of Orc Mountain, on a mission to gain a mate 😍

I can't get over this stunning new art of my huge, scarred, grumpy orc Simon! You'd never guess he's such a softie inside 🥹 (And such a devoted Pa too!)

anglerfish!merman x human!gn!Reader Good to know: fluff

Summary: You volunteer at Grimbrook Aquarium because of one clingy merman.

The anglerfish merman latches on you whenever you volunteer at Grimbrook Aquarium.

It started when the workers moved the anglerfish mer into a new tank. The poor guy was smaller than the others, shorter than you from head to tail, and the staff had to separate him because the others kept bullying him.

You were standing in front of the empty tank, peering inside, when chaos erupted above. The little mer was thrashing wildly as the others tried to lower him into the water.

Then he spotted you through the glass.