#monster partner

If only they knew, if only they understood. The way strange things kept happening in your bedroom. Your underwear you flicked off that was suddenly nowhere to be seen when you went to pick it up. The way your towel always seemed to fall off your body as soon as you pranced back into your room after a shower.

But every time you looked under your bed, you got no real proof. You narrow your eyes into the particularly dark corner of your bed, even swearing you see a few eyes peeking out. That wouldn't be enough. You needed undeniable proof and you wouldn't stop until you got it.

Your retaliation is swift and brutal. Teasing them mercilessly as you refuse to wear panties in your bedroom. Adorning new skimpy outfits, that way the monster can easily look up and see your glistening pussy. Can smell your arousal and know there’s nothing for your essence to catch onto. Yet they’re immobilized, not being able to steal your panties or reveal themselves to get to you.

You no longer bother putting on a towel after your showers. Leaving your wet body on full display. Taunting the monster under your bed and putting on a show for them as you slowly get dressed.

Making sure to find any excuse you can to bend over, letting the monster watch from afar as you present your body to them.

You can always feel its gaze on you. The way it’s many eyes lock onto your form, their focus unyielding as soon as you open the door to your room. The longer this goes on, the thicker the air in the bedroom grows. Tensions rising and sexual need growing. The frustration and restraint pushing and pulling to create an alluring atmosphere that slowly becomes irresistible.

Affecting not only the monster under your bed but you as well. Sensing such a strong desire from the monster has arousal coursing through you, your pussy getting wetter with each passing day. If their attentions rile you up this much, you start to wonder just how fucked you’ll be when they finally snap and take you like you’ve been waiting for them to.

It’s that same night when the monster under your bed can’t take it anymore. Your bare body squirming on the bed, blanket pushed aside. Their form rages with need, cock already dripping with pre-cum. Their tentacles snap out, not holding back as they spread your body for them and pin you down into the bed.

Tiny groans leave you as you wake up. Eyelashes fluttering open before a gasp rips from your throat at the sight of the monster at the end of the bed. Finally showing themself. Their slick yet soft tentacles tighten their grip in fear of an attempted escape and you moan softly.

“Finally…” you say breathlessly. The monster doesn’t wait a moment longer.

Their cock slides in with ease, which wasn’t surprising given has you had tortured the poor thing by touching yourself right before you slept. Hearing your moans but not being able to see was agony. But now that was all over. The monster growls and instantly starts pounding into your wet hole.

You remain practically still, no matter how much you try to writhe and twitch. So firmly enveloped in their tentacles that all you can do is take it and fall deeper into sensation as their cock savagely snaps into you, wrecking you and molding your body to fit their mindblowing girth.

They fuck into you like a beast, eyes roaming over your jolting form, ears picking up on the way your bodies clap together. All of this being so much better than either of you imagined. They can’t get enough of you, tentacles slipping into your mouth to which you immediately start sucking on them. Only heightening the pleasure for you both.

When your orgasm suddenly crashes into you without warning, you scream around their tentacles, pussy clenching down on their thick cock to milk it for all it’s worth. The monster from under your bed lets out a chilling roar that sends goosebumps down your spine before it shoots his seed deep inside your cunt.

You continue to soothingly suck on their tentacles, giggling as you feel it twitch in your mouth. Wondering how sensitive they are…Thinking you may need more forms of proof to really convince people they’re real.

Imagine being stuck under a Gargoyle when the sun comes back up.

The two of you had been trying every position you could all night long and lost track of time. Now you're naked, stuck under him with his (literally) rock hard dick stuck inside you.

You can't move, at all. Just stuck there cock warming him all day long. On permeant display for 12-14 hours, until the sun went back down.

By the time you can move, you're stiff, sore, and have scuff marks from trying to get free from his stone form. And he is apologizing so pathetically, tending to your every need. Pampering you all night long and making sure to give you plenty of time to recover.

What better way to piss of your ex then send him a video of you and your demon boyfriend going at it

This is just a little story post mostly smut hope you enjoy . Sorry if the grammar isn’t the best it’s not proof read

Happy 21 day of kinktober @blushinglemon

Agender Tentacle Beast Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, tentacles, tentacle sex, drugging/sedation, oviposition, kidnapping, language barrier, general yandere behavior Word Count: 421

It's just so sweet and I get so mushy thinking about it.

BUT I also go feral for when that person validates the monster's anger. They step aside, not out of fear, but because they don't want blood on their shoes. The monster glances at them, and you see the person's eyes harden a smidge and the tiniest nod tilts their chin.

It’s been a month since your monster stepped out of your closet. It never gave you a name, but you found yourself calling it “Erebos” more often than not. You named it after the primordial Greek god of darkness and shadows, but…not because it looks like a living shadow. It was because of the way it followed you around the house - like your own shadow does. Anytime you do anything around your home, you can always expect to find Erebos trailing behind you like a lost puppy - an awkward, oversized puppy that nearly bumps its horns on everything.

Erebos had made itself a nest in the corner of your room, half-hidden behind a wall of blankets. It seemed to like soft things - pillows, your sweaters, the plushies from your bed that you have way too many of. When you protested that it had stolen nearly all of your things for its nest, you felt awful at how it shrunk like a scolded puppy at your lecturing. And you felt even worse when it said, so quietly that it made your heart ache, that it liked having your scent in its nest - it made it feel safe. You let it take whatever it wanted from that point on.

Erebos curled up in its nest during the day when you were at work, asleep in a tangled sprawl of limbs and your soft clothing. Surrounded by your scent and rumbling softly in contentment. The tip of its long, thick tail twitched like a cat’s would. It looked how you’d imagine a dragons tail would, though Erebos did not have scales. Only a tough, armored skin that looked like black bark. The occasional times you walked by your sleeping monster, you always had to stop yourself from running your hand gently down the length of its tail. Your fingers ached to feel the texture, especially the underside of the tail, where you could see black fur that looked delicately soft.

Now that you’d both gotten comfortable with each other and settled into domestic life, your nights were filled with joy and excitement.

Erebos was tall. Ridiculously tall. Its horns did not help in the slightest. It had to duck through every doorway and, at first, Erebos bonked its horns on just about everything. Its horns were curved back elegantly, smooth and dark like obsidian. The cracks in them revealed a calm, soft blue underneath, just like its eyes. Its skin was a dusky black hue, like storm clouds in a night sky.

Erebos’ skin itself was textured like tough bark, with a slight turtle shell-like feel to it. The same soft blue peaked through the cracks of the tough skin - the skin was like an armor that covered most of its body. Then, there were less common parts that were black furred and as soft as suede.

From what you gathered, the furred parts of Erebos’ body - the skin underneath the fur specifically - were more sensitive. The underside of its arms and tail, sides, inner thighs, neck, and cheeks just below its eyes seemed to be the only places absent of the bark-like armor. The fur was heavenly to touch.

Sometimes, you traced patterns on the underside, furred part of its arm while watching movies. It would let out deep, rumbling purrs - ones that shook you and your whole bed. You had to hide your blush by looking away the first time that happened, the noise making your heart stutter.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, curled against Erebos’ chest while it awkwardly held you, still not quite knowing what to do with its claws even after all this time. You could feel its heartbeat, slow and steady, like the ticking of the antique clock in your hallway.

“You are soft,” Erebos murmured in return, voice low and gravelly. “And you smell of vanilla and strawberries.” Its grip on you tightened, yet it was careful to not pierce your skin with its claws.

You blinked up at it through your lashes as you chuckled softly, caught between embarrassment and delight. “That’s my shampoo and body wash, silly.” Erebos inhaled your scent deeply and audibly, its nose flaring.

“I like it.” It purred in response, shifting its head down to meet your gaze. Adoration shined deep in its blue eyes.

Your face burned hotter and your eyes snapped back to the movie, your heart racing faster. You couldn’t look at your monster for the rest of the movie, too flustered by its actions and tone of voice.

Your life with your monster was a learning curve for you both. You learned what Erebos liked and what its habits were, and it learned the same about you. You caught Erebos curling into your freshly dried clothes. It was rumbling in delight with its face buried in one of your sweaters - one it hadn’t stolen yet. It would chew on frozen meat with the freezer door still wide open, making delighted noises. Then, it would sulk when you scolded it gently for leaving the freezer door wide open and letting the cold air out. Whenever you cooked, Erebos would watch you from the kitchen table, its chin resting in one clawed hand and its tail flicking occasionally - enthralled and fascinated by your behaviors.

You taught it how to use the bathtub. At first, it protested adamantly - until you offered to help wash it, just for the first time it used the bath. Despite Erebos agreeing, the outcome left you with a pouty, sulking monster wrapped in three towels and shivering pathetically. You couldn’t stop chuckling and cooing at it as you dried and brushed its tangled black hair.

Every night, when you finally go to sleep, it always hesitated at the edge of the bed, unsure if it was allowed to stay. And every night, you tugged at its clawed hand until it slid in the covers beside you, rumbling a pleased sound as you curled against it like you belonged there.

“You fit in my bed surprisingly well for being so big,” you giggled quietly in bed, voice teasing as your fingers traced the edge of its chest. Its texture is somewhere between bone and wood, hard yet warm under your touch.

“You make…plenty of room for me,” Erebos replied, and you felt the heat radiating from its face as it nuzzled into your hair - it purred so loud it sounded like a generator. You wondered if your monster can blush too…

Erebos gently traced a claw along your cheek. “I used to hide in closets because humans found me ugly. I’d be met with insults, ridicule…violence...” Its voice was softer than usual, almost unsure, but still tinted with a growl. “But you…let me stay. You made me feel safe. I have never had a home but now…you are my home.”

You looked up at Erebos, your heart equal parts melting at its words and sympathetic for its past hardships. You gently pressed your forehead to its.

“You are always welcome here, with me.” You whispered softly, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Then, you pulled away with a giggle, looking into its gorgeous eyes. “Even when you steal all of my clothes and blankets.”

Erebos let out a rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through both your chests. “I only steal them because they smell like you. And the blankets are warm.”

“Excuses, excuses,” you laughed, your lips turned upwards and your eyes fluttering shut once more as you lean your forehead back on its again. Erebos’ hands hesitated for a beat longer before finally resting its on your hips, cautious and reverent.