#shapeshift!reader

[aventurineswife]

I have a request, what if the reader was a shapeshifting creature called a basalisc, she has to eat residual elemental energy in order to use her abilities to change her appearance. She escaped from Dottore and ended up in Natlan, she was using her human appearance when she accidentally got caught in a wire trap and revealed her true appearance, luckily Ororon was nearby, but the reader wasn't able to transform back into her human appearance completely because they hadn't eaten any type of elemental energy for a while. https://youtu.be/1etdx9-BbQU?si=SMQcwZ0JcWZ63VP5

To Be Named, To Be Known

Summary: After escaping from Dottore, you—a shapeshifting basalisc—find yourself in Natlan, struggling to maintain your human form due to a lack of elemental energy. When you accidentally trigger a wire trap, your true form is revealed, leaving you vulnerable. Fortunately, Ororon, a mysterious outcast from the Masters of the Night-Wind tribe, finds you. Instead of reacting with fear or hostility, he offers you his understanding—and the energy you need to regain your form.

Tags: Ororon x Reader, Shapeshifter!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Introspection, Kind Stranger Vibes, Found Family Themes (Implied).

Warnings: Mild Body Horror (Reader's shifting form), Mentions of Past Experimentation & Abuse (Dottore’s involvement), Themes of Identity & Acceptance, Mild Injury (Reader caught in a trap).

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The wire trap snapped around your ankle, its metallic twang cutting through the dense jungle silence. You barely had time to react before you lost your footing, the undergrowth beneath you giving way. Your body twisted midair, instincts screaming, but there was nothing to hold on to—nothing to stop the inevitable. The wind rushed past as you crashed onto the damp earth below, leaves crunching under your weight.

And then, something worse happened.

Your human form flickered.

A shudder ran through your body as the illusion wavered, like ripples on water, before finally breaking apart. Your skin darkened, shifting into the textured scales of your true form. Your limbs lengthened slightly, talons peeking from your fingers, and your pupils turned slit-like, glowing faintly with a residual, hungry energy. The shift was incomplete—stuck between forms—because you hadn’t fed on elemental energy in too long.

Panic shot through you. You reached for the trap, tugging at the wire, but your strength wasn’t what it should have been. If anyone saw you like this—

A rustling sound. Someone was nearby.

You froze, heart pounding. Then, from the thick shadows between the trees, a voice—smooth, even, and laced with something unreadable.

"Ah. A name misplaced in the wind, a shape caught between dreams. How strange. How... fitting."

A figure stepped into the clearing.

He was tall, his presence neither imposing nor soft—just there, like a shadow moving with the night breeze. His navy-blue hair, streaked with pale highlights, shimmered faintly under the filtered sunlight. One magenta eye, one cyan/dark blue. A deep blue marking under his left eye, and capeq—black, bat-like, shifting slightly as if adjusting to some unseen current in the air.

Ororon.

You had heard whispers of him—a recluse from the Masters of the Night-Wind tribe, a man who named things as easily as others breathed. And yet, here he was, watching you with the patience of someone who had seen strange things before and had never feared them.

You struggled again, your breath uneven. “Don’t—” you managed, voice hoarse, but you weren’t sure what you were asking of him. Don’t look? Don’t come closer? Don’t see?

Ororon tilted his head slightly. Then, he crouched down in front of you, one hand resting on his knee, the other tracing a vague shape in the dirt.

"Trapped," he mused, as if testing the word on his tongue. "But not caught. No, not caught at all. The wind still moves, even when tangled in branches."

You blinked, struggling to make sense of his words.

He reached out, and for a moment, you flinched. But he didn’t touch you. Instead, his fingers brushed the wire, inspecting it.

"This is a name, too, in its own way," he murmured. "A thing that calls out, a thing that binds. But it is not your name. No, yours is something else."

Your breathing was still ragged, but you forced yourself to speak. “I—I need elemental energy,” you admitted, ashamed of your weakness. “I can’t… shift back until I get some.”

Ororon’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he closed his eyes, as if listening to something only he could hear. When he spoke again, his voice was softer.

"Names need sustenance, just as bodies do."

Then, without another word, he stood and turned, cape shifting as he moved toward the trees.

For a moment, you thought he was leaving, but then he raised a hand. A moment later, a faint pulse of energy flickered in his palm—a harmless wisp of air, but filled with enough residual energy that you felt it hum against your senses.

He turned back to you.

"Eat," he said simply. "Or do you prefer a different kind of offering?"

You hesitated. You weren’t used to kindness. Certainly not from strangers. Certainly not after Dottore.

But Ororon—he wasn’t looking at you with fear. Not with disgust, nor curiosity, nor pity. Just… patience. As if he had already accepted the shape you had taken, the shape you would take, and any you might be in between.

Slowly, you reached for the offered energy. The moment it entered your system, warmth spread through your limbs, and you felt the shift begin again—scales retreating, talons withdrawing, skin smoothing into human form once more.

Ororon watched, expression unreadable.

"Ah," he said finally, once you were fully changed. "And now the wind moves freely again."

You exhaled, steadying yourself, before looking up at him. “…Thank you.”

He gave you a long look, then nodded.

"Your name," he said suddenly, "what is it?"

You hesitated. The name you had once been given by Dottore was not one you wished to keep. The name you had called yourself since your escape was one that still felt foreign on your tongue.

And yet, Ororon asked not with ownership, but with understanding. As if he knew the weight names could carry.

“…I don’t know,” you admitted.

He considered that.

Then, after a moment, he turned his gaze to the sky, as if consulting the wind itself.

"Then perhaps it will find you," he murmured, "when it is ready."

And somehow, that was enough.

[bunnis-monsters]

Shapeshifter that regularly shifts into your form so he can learn how to pleasure you… ends up really enjoying being in your form and decides it’s one of his favorites now.

You have a doppelgänger sometimes, roaming the streets and playing with their pussy the second they think they’re alone.

And when he sees you his form twists until it’s some strange version of you and another being. Well, maybe that’s what your DNA mixed together would look like.

So you now have a generally understanding that your future child will have that same appearance, and the shapeshifter is flustered and trying to reshape himself while your wondering if you should fuck him or not.

I mean, after all, he knows your body as well as you do by now. The sex has GOT to be good.

Horny reader supremacy. Fuck that weird thing!!

[monstersholygrail]

Option A or Option B

Shapeshifter bf x gn!reader— jealousy, possessive sex, rough sex, teasing, orgasm denial, edging, nipple play, aftercare

You and Shapeshifter bf are shuffling down your hall after spending a nice brunch together. Though the silence is deafening after what happened at the restaurant. The keys jangling is the only sound between you as you awkwardly open the door and walk in.

Your bf is a jealous creature by nature, always concerned you find others more beautiful, that his original form isn't good enough for you. He offers constantly to change into someone else for you but aside from the rare roleplay in the bedroom you always reject the offer. You love him for him, you don't need him to look like anyone else.

But your bf isn't convinced, having been in one too many relationships where his partners ask him for this to be changed to that to be changed. The little things piling up after a while until he doesn't even recognize himself.

And he saw the way their waiter was looking at you, eyeing you down like a piece of meat. That he could almost handle but it was the looks you sent back to the waiter that pushed him into full on sulking mode. It was clear you found him attractive and your poor bfs mind began to spiral.

Him bringing it up to you only made his spiraling thoughts worse. And every minute of silence that follows is another nail in the coffin to him.

"You ok, baby?" You ask gently as you follow him into the apartment.

The minute the door clicks closed your bf is whirling around pinning you against it. His hands cup your cheeks and he drags you into a fierce kiss that has you melting into him.

It wasn't like your bf to be so rough but you got the sense that he needed this, needed you. So you let him manhandle you around the apartment, stumbling through your shared home without ever breaking the kiss. He guides you down onto the bed, straddling your plush waist and pressing his hard frame into your soft one.

Low growls rumble from his throat as he nips and licks into your mouth. His hands busy below as he jerks your clothes up to reveal your chest, massaging the skin and pulling moans from you before moving on. He only bothers to push your pants down to your knees before unbuckling his own pants and releasing his hard aching cock.

You moan as he sinks inside you with one solid stroke, your back arching into him. He sets a furious pace right from the start, one that has your mind practically melting with pleasure. His cock hitting all the right places inside of you while his hands pinch and play with your perky nipples. It's all too much and your eyes roll back from the intensity of everything he's making you feel.

But when you open your eyes, a terrible gasp leaves you as instead of your bf you see the waiter from the restaurant. For a second you think this is some twisted dream you're having on the ride home.

"This is what you really want, isn't it? Who you really want," your bf growls and while you realize what's going on, you still don't fully understand. His cock making your head all foggy.

"W-what?!"

"Did you imagine what it would be like to be with him and have him fuck you? It's never as good as you imagine, no. It'd probably be more like this."

In a matter of seconds your bf is taking away all stimulation in your core, making his cock small enough that you barely feel anything. An anguished cry leaves you as does the growing pressure of your climax. You desperately buck your hips, your bf being so mean to you that you can't help but whine.

"Or did you think it would be something like this?" He whispers harshly in your ear.

Your jaw drops as you go from nothing to stuffed full in the blink of an eye, your bf toying with you as he makes his cock grow. It's girth stretching you wider than anything you've ever taken. A wince pulls at your features and your bf immediately stops but he keeps thrusting, driving you crazy with it.

"T-too much!" You breathe, eyes wide. Even as you rock your hips with his, eagerly meeting his every thrust.

A dark chuckle falls right into your ear, his cheek pressed against yours and you're grateful for it. That way you don't have to look at the face of your waiter as your bf blows your mind with his cock. And you get the sense he feels the same despite the insecurities that fuel him.

"So this is what you want?" He asks, almost accusatory as he reads your body language.

You can only whine, his current cock returning the pressure to your core tenfold. Though you manage to shake your head. Yes, this feels nice, more than nice, but you want something more than you could ever want this.

"Just, nngh, just want you."

Your bf falters in his pace for a moment. Then he shakes his head like he almost doesn't want to believe it and starts fucking into you even harder, making you writhe on his massive length.

"Likely story."

He continues to plow you with his cock, making an absolute mess of you in a matter of minutes. Your arousal gushes out of you like a stream, the sheets staining with you need. Your bf moves this cock like he's had it all his life, mixing your insides with every swivel of his hips. His throbbing tip kissing your depths with ease.

You're practically putty in his hands, weak to how good he's making you feel. Your nails claw into his back, trying to ground yourself through the pleasure. Because even with all this it's not the same. It doesn't hold the same intimacy as he does when your bf uses his true face.

"Baby, pl-please!" You cry out, hips jerking as your hole clenches like it's sucking more of him in.

Yet somehow your bf knows exactly what you mean. Something about the look in your eye or the plea in your voice. It softens him instantly and has all his jealous melting away. You feel his cock shift back into the one you know and love but his pace never falters and it turns you more than anything.

He props himself onto his elbows, his true face now staring back at you and your clenching heat throbs around his length. Regret is written all over his face but he can't hide that hint of satisfaction over how hard he's ruining you.

"I'm sorry—“

You cut him off before he starts to ramble as you cup the back of his head and pull him down into a passionate kiss. You both moan as your lips meet and he never stops pounding his cock deep inside you.

He has you coming for him in a few skillful thrusts of his cock, your vision flashing white as you throw your head back and scream. Your bf watches what only he can do to you and the look of pure ecstasy on your face has him falling right over the edge with you.

Slamming down his cock he buries himself inside of you before splashing spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside your pretty fuck hole. He groans loudly into your neck as his cum fills you to the brim. The sense of being so damn full has aftershocks rolling through you and prolonging your release.

Your bf curls his arms around you, keeping you firmly connected to him as he rolls you both onto your sides. He caresses the back of your head so sweetly and you just melt into his embrace. Comfort and safety surrounding you like a warm blanket.

Yeah, you could never get this with anyone else. You know that without a doubt and now your bf does too.

[specsthesecond]

Shapeshifter partner who is very horny and willing to indulge in your interests.

You just finished a show or movie and you're talking about how hot you thought one of the characters was? Bam! They shift into that character and immediately start trying to roleplay with you.

You thoughtlessly ask out loud one day, "I wonder what it would be like to fuck a clone of myself?" And then Boom! You turn around to face them and it's you staring back!

They are very into roleplay and really enjoy getting into character. You want a scrawny nerd virgin you can bully? On it boss. You want a big strong jock who'll bully you? You got it babe. Any genetalia. Any face. Any voice. Any size.

Soooooo many fun options.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

[ozzgin]

I saw your comment on the Yandere shapeshifter sort where the skinwalker is like “stay with me, I’ll go get a whiteboard” This comment: “I feel like he's unconsciously gotten attached, like...he spent so much time with this dumbass, he might as well stick around. He'll be plotting your demise while stirring your tea and serving you breakfast. "Stupid human," he thinks, arranging your pillow and refilling your water bottle.”

by the end of the presentation I can see the skinwalker slowly nodding and smiling like “you got it?”

And the reader going “….wait so like you…and the dog….” Skinwalker: “yes?”

reader “…knew each other already!”

skinwalker: *facepalm*

Reader: “so (dog’s name) was your lost dog and you let me keep him because you saw how lonely I was and how much I loved him?”

skinwalker: *banging head on whiteboard*

This is my jam, y'all. Big, spooky monster who could end you in a second given your 0 survival instincts. Maybe he'll just keep you instead. You, uh, you clearly need someone to look after you.

[Yandere Shapeshifter]

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

71 / 2.1k / part 4 of shapeshifter familiars!141 tormenting witch!reader

nsfw; dubcon, group sex, predator/prey dynamics, degradation, manhandling, sex while on substances. also monsterfucking and sex pollen if you squint.

...

You're not stupid. You know fur won't save you. Their hunt is sweeter for prey that changes skin.

You'll pay for this. And they intend to make you pay in more than just blood--they want your fear, your pleasure, your vulnerability. Everything you've refused them until now.

You run until you reach the ancient chapel in the middle of the woods. Right as you reach the empty space where the front doors used to be, enormous paws slam into your back. The henbane's power ebbs. Your palm bleeds where glass shards remain embedded. The cracked stone steps, laced with overgrown brambles, press cold on your naked skin. Gaz's paws dig into your back as they shift into clawed fingers. You hear Soap's approach, too--the way he shifts halfway from crow to human as he lands behind you. The half-beast shape sharpens the look of starvation and lust in his bright eyes.

Gaz's claws dig into your shoulders as he flips you onto your back. You writhe as Soap's hands close around your legs and pull you between him and Gaz. Your body is human, but adrenaline and henbane trap your mind partway between animal instinct and human nerves. Your body is hot and your cunt swells and glistens as their rough hands grip you, squeeze you, drag you away from the entrance of the holy sanctuary, and spread you open over the forest floor. The chapel's crumbling walls loom over you, moonlight slicing through broken stained glass to paint your naked skin in fractured colors. You were so close.

Soap's claws carve crescent moons into your hips. "Think you're clever, aye?" His hand wraps around your throat and presses his thumb to your frantic pulse. "Playin' games with us."

Gaz pins your wrists above your head, his catlike pupils blown wide. Henbane still clouds his movements. He watches Soap spread your thighs. "She's dripping for it. Nothing better than a chase to make rabbits want to fuck."

Soap licks a stripe up your thigh and chuckles against your skin. "Knew you wanted to be caught. Should've stayed a rabbit. Och, but this is better," he groans against your skin, cock already pressing against your leg. "Fightin' us even when you're fucked raw on poison. Perfect."

The henbane twists everything--their snarls into hymns, the pain of being chased and held down into a perverse sacrament. With Gaz holding your wrists above your head and Soap holding your thighs apart, you're completely exposed. Your heartbeat makes your skin warm, makes it flush, and you know they can see how wet it makes you. Both sets of eyes are glued to your cunt.

You buck uselessly as your human pride compels you to fight. Then rabbit-like instincts compel you to lay still. Your throat is ragged from the chase.

Soap laughs. He splays his hand over your lower belly, pins you there, and leans mouthwateringly close to your cunt. From above your head, Gaz leans over you upside-down and drags a messy, open-mouthed kiss up your sternum. "Poor creature."

"Should've known she'd like this. Witch with a martyr complex. Gets off on being punished."

"Could've let the villagers take you," Gaz croons. "Would've paid good coin to watch 'em try to torture our witch. Bet you'd rut against their stakes just to feel something."

You feel Soap's breathy chuckle against your core and jerk. He holds you fast. "Could've just tied her spreadeagle to the old tree, aye? Let the whole village watch us fuck her. Ghost can have first go."

"Now that's just cruel."

Their cruel words braid into praise in your henbane-fogged mind. Soap licks a hot stripe through your folds, and your back arches against your will. He chuckles again, breath fogging your wetness. "Think she'll come on my tongue before Price gets here? Five silver coins says she screams."

Gaz's free hand pulls your head back to expose your throat. "Ten says she bites like a hare."

You writhe, but Gaz's grip is iron. Soap's mouth seals over your clit and sucks hard enough to blur your vision. Your thighs tremble. The pleasure is a serrated knife sawing through your weak resistance.

"Fuckin' starved," Soap growls against your cunt. His fingers spread you wider to lap harder at your clenching hole.

They move in tandem. Soap's tongue fucks into you, long and relentless, while Gaz’s hand angles your face toward himself. Gaz laps at your mouth and the beads of sweat saturating your skin to take his fill. As Soap's claws dig into your hips, your body betrays you over and over--arching into their mouths, cunt and throat clenching around nothing. You writhe, but Soap pins you harder and harder with each lathe, grinding you against the moss until your thighs shake. The henbane amplifies every sensation--the drag of his tongue, the scrape of Gaz's stubble against your neck, the damp earth beneath you. Every rough touch ignites nerve endings you didn't know you had. Your vision blurs at the edges. Rabbit instincts scream for you to submit even as your hips lift greedily for more.

Gaz releases your hair to palm your breast. "Slow down, Soap. Price'll skin us if we don't leave some fresh."

Soap's obscene groans vibrate through your core. He pulls back, lips glistening. "Better get here faster if he wants some, then. Him and Ghost both."

You moan at the loss of contact. Your hips chase his mouth, and his self-restraint snaps.

"Nah, fuck 'em." He flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up, and pushes a finger inside you eagerly. Anything to get you wetter. "Let 'em hunt for themselves."

You're so high and dizzy, cheek pressed to the broken stone below, that it takes you a few seconds to notice when Gaz runs his hands up your arms, over your shoulders, and cups your jaw in his hands.

"Beg," he says softly. "Beg your servants to fuck you."

You whine as he lifts your front half up to kiss you. He practically cradles you in his arms--protective, but completely unyielding--and slips his tongue into your mouth to devour all he can.

You squirm and gasp around his tongue. The command surprises you enough that your humanity--your pride as a witch--surface over the instinct to submit. You sink your canines down on his invading tongue.

Gaz pulls back with a hiss. His eyes narrow and his pupils slit.

Soap laughs. "That's ten to you, then. Rabbits do bite, don't they?"

Gaz ignores him. His grip tightens around your jaw. He takes your mouth in another searing kiss that lasts until your lungs burn and you taste his blood in the back of your throat. He holds you captive there and enjoys the way Soap's finger-fucking forces your desperate moans into his mouth. Then he pulls back.

"Good rabbits," he growls, "know when to play dead."

Gaz's hand fists in your hair and yanks your head back. It forces a deeper arch into your back just as Soap slips a second finger into your cunt. You clench around the inclusion. God, it feels to good. You've been so careful, looked over your shoulder, smudged sage into every dark corner. So much tension, protecting yourself the way you need to, and nowhere to channel it. Even lying awake at night in your house, gritting your teeth and thumbing tight circles around your own clit, the release wasn't enough. Wasn't even practical. The animal in you never left; it only slept.

Soap's fingers curl inside you, calluses scraping your walls. He chuckles. "Greedy."

Gaz chuckles, too, at the sounds you're making. "Chatty."

Your back arches further as Soap adds a third finger. He stretches you ruthlessly. Gaz's other hand drifts down to circle your clit, fingers pressing hard enough to make your thighs twitch and shake.

"Look at her," Soap rasps. "Fightin' for more. Fuckin' made for this."

Ghost's howl rolls through the trees. A warped distortion of an owl's screech calls back in response.

"Price is coming," Gaz says.

Soap withdraws his fingers with a lewd schlick. He drags you upright and presses his chest against your back. "Better get our fill first, then."

Gaz spreads your legs wide. "Hold her open."

Soap grips your thighs as Gaz lines himself up. His cock drags through your slick--teasing at first, and then slow and rough with sudden hunger. You can't remember how to form words. Just as well--if you spoke, you'd only beg him to take you. So much for pride.

Then Price's shadow falls across all three of you. He descends from the trees as something resembling a screech owl--but larger, older, something that blurs your vision at the eddges with instinctive fear. But by the time he lands atop the leaf litter, his talons have already morphed into boots, and his enormous wingspan is gone.

"Having fun, boys?" Price's voice is venomously calm. "While I track our wayward witch through three miles of cursed thicket?"

Soap doesn't lift his eyes from his new view down your body. "Just securing the kill, Cap'n. Didn't you hear our signal?"

A lie. "Move."

Soap sighs and wipes his glistening chin. "That's five more coin."

He pulls away, but before he can withdraw--if he intended to at all, still eying you with hunger--Ghost is there. He grabs Soap by the neck and hurls him away as easily as a sack of cats. Soap skids across the moss, leaving furrows in the earth.

Ghost doesn't pause to see him react. He pins your hips down with a hand the size of your face. Gaz watches from above you with careful eyes as Ghost's claws divot your skin as he leans down. Gaz glances at Price, but wisely does not stand in the way.

Soap straightens up casually. "She's high as fuck on henbane, LT. Go easy."

The divots under Ghost's claws deepen. "No."

He replaces Soap's mouth with his own. The difference is immediate. Brutal. Where Soap languished, Ghost devours. His tongue spears into you, thick and unrelenting, fucking and scooping into your cunt with the same merciless rhythm a wolf would use to feed. You choke on a sob, heels digging into the loam.

Price's hand fists in Ghost's hair and yanks his head back. "Enough. She's not some tavern whore to be ruined before the main event."

Ghost licks your slick from his lips, gaze burning into yours. "Could be."

"Later." Price steps over you, boot between your splayed thighs. "Up. Now."

They haul you upright. Your legs buckle. Gaz catches you and bands his arm around your waist. You try to stand, leaning into him, but you're struggling to remember how. The sudden movement blurs your vision and your body aches from the chase and from the torment of pleasure still thrumming through your muscles.

The threshold of the church--holy ground--looms so close, still. Then, to your shock, Price crosses over that threshold. Right into the old hallowed church.

Your breath hitches. "How--?"

The chapel gives an echoing groan. "Sacrilege," Price mutters. He glances up at the half-collapsed rafters. "Good."

He turns, backlit by moonlight pouring through the broken windows. His shadow stretches long and strange across the altar. "You really thought a pile of crumbling stones could keep us out?" He taps the tattoo on his inner forearm--your mark, seared into his flesh the night you bound them. "We go where you go, darling. Even into God's own house."

Gaz's hand slides up your ribs and plucks at your nipple. "You're ours down to the marrow, love. Nowhere holy enough to change that. But we admire the effort. Running, hiding, getting us good and hungry." His too-sharp teeth graze the shell of your ear.

He pulls your head sideways to expose the scarred sigil behind your own ear. The one you branded there the night you summoned them.

Price unbuttons his coat. "You bound us. Fed us. Let our filth seep into your bones." His belt buckle clinks open. "Now you'll take your communion. Ghost," he commands. "The altar. Bind her."

Ghost pulls you out of Gaz's arms. Your fuzzy, drug-addled brain struggles to keep pace. Then the cold bite of iron shackles snaps shut around your wrists, chaining you to the marble surface of the altar. Ancient restraints meant for darker rites.

Soap whistles low. "Harsh even for you, LT."

Ghost stands. "Witch needs to learn her place isn't in the dirt." His boot nudges your spread thighs wider. "It's on her back."

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[madwomansapologist]

──────〃✰ KINKTOBER DAY 6: 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

title: haunted bang synopsis: when you decided to explored a haunted mansion, all you wanted was to gain more knowledge for your grimoire. you never expected it to be habited, even less for all the residents to agree that sharing is caring. [1.8K] cw: wizard!reader, teratophilia, monster fucking, gangbang, voyeurism, size difference, manhandling, mind connection, scent kink, oral (f!receiving), pet play, pussy drunk, overstimulation, you know that post about "would you fuck your clone?", f in v, monsters included are a eldritch creature, a werewolf, a vampire and a shapeshifter.

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There is so many rumors about the mansion. Some believe it to have been built on top of an ancient cemetery, ending the ghost’s slumber. Others, that a coven filled every room with protection runes to preserve the soul of the late owners. A journal published a profile for an architect that died a day after the construction was completed, but quick research showed he had nothing to do with it.

Lies and gossips spread easily, but those brave enough to walk into the dead-end street can see the truth by themselves. Whoever chained those doors did so sensibly, since nothing sane could ever come out of them. A darkness spreads from within the house.

After making your way in with an old pliers, you explored the first floor. There were many chances of turning away, all of them ignored willingly. At the end, all you had were two options: to stay at home safely, or possibly learning a new spell for your collection.

Wizards aren’t known for making the obvious, easy choice.

Since the moment you sensed the darkness this mansion casted, nothing would’ve convinced you of not coming back to explore the secrets within those walls of bricks and stones. You feel it even better now, this great deal of mana. It isn’t a cursed mansion, only a heavily enchanted one.

A relieved smile appeared on your face when you finally found a library. You invoked flames in the remaining candles on the chandeliers and sat down on a large armchair. With the books floating from their shelves and surrounding your body, you analyzed them quickly in search of something worth your time.

In a few minutes, you found it. Holding an old grimoire in your hands, you blew the dust away. Walking through the library, your excitement blinded you. You put the book down on a table, opening your own to copy any fun spell.

As you begin to read the grimoire, your eyes widened. It takes strength from great old forces, eldritch entities incomprehensible to the average mortal. Based on entropy, it alters the fabric of reality itself.

Ancient magic. Its use is highly forbidden, and usually punished with death. Cleaning your glasses on your skirt, you bended over the table and read every line with an unending curiosity.

The first touch went unnoticed. A soft, quick brush against your arm. As your thigh got pinched, you assumed it to be the work of a hungry insect. But when a cold aura surrounded you, embracing your body and soul, there was no doubt left.

Whatever old force empowers this place; it was right here. Right behind you.

Your quarterstaff materialized between your hands. Your grimoire floated, pages turning as you recite your strongest protection spell. Changing your posture, you were ready to fight.

The quiet nature of this threat shifted.

Something forced its way inside your mouth, putting an end to your attempt of using radiant magic. An invisible force, but not less palpable because of it. As you bit down, trying to stop it, you felt it pressing down on your tongue.

Intruder, a voice spoke inside of your head. Low and strident, all at once. Thief in the night.

A limb embraced your waist, leaving a gelid trace as it fit beneath your shirt. A hand grabbed your left thigh so roughly you had no reaction but to whine with your mouth full. Little by little, there wasn’t a muscle of your body free to fight back.

It lifted you from the ground, forcing your hands open. The quarterstaff disappeared in the air before hitting the floor. Higher and higher in the air, your body trembled. Fully involved by this coldness, you had no way of moving.

Usurper, she hissed inside your mind. Or was it a masculine voice? You couldn’t quite picture it. But thinking back about it, didn’t it groaned and roar? Was it even human? Nothing will harm my home.

Nothing will, you thought. If you could hear its voice, then it could hear you too. You hoped. I mean no harm. I swear.

LIAR.

I want to learn, you tried to bargain. I have no intentions of hurting anyone. I didn’t even know there was someone in here to harm. All I desire is to know more than others. Nothing more, nothing less.

The silence gave you an opportunity to look for your grimoire. Alone on the ground, it was so close and yet so far away. Even if it was near, with you unable to speak or move there were few spells you could cast. And none of them would be of any real practical help now.

A soft caress on your cheeks took you from your hushed thoughts. As your feet touched the floor, you stumbled trying to regaining your balance. It held you in place, the feeling soft and rough.

I can teach you everything I know, it whispered. For a cost. This time, the voice came with pictures in your mind. Do you want that?

In them, you saw yourself. Lips hanging open, forehead covered in sweat, eyes half-closed. You saw tears running down your face, legs spread and trembling, fingers closed tightly around the same table you used before.

And in them, you saw glowing eyes still hidden by darkness.

Yes, I want that.

The same careless limbs bended you over the table, but this time it was gentler. Less worried about safety, more worried about you. Holding your hands behind your back, it placed your legs apart.

Something cold touched your inner thighs. It moved against your skin, lingering. Once more, you invoked flames. Contorting your body, a gasp broke the silence. Kneeled down, eyes fixated on your thighs, you found a werewolf.

“Your scent”, he groaned. His face rubbed against you, inhaling shamelessly. His yellow eyes raised to yours, and in them you saw desperation. His muzzle went away from you and he smiled, displaying his sharp fangs. “Hold her still.”

Once he closed his mouth, you tried to move away. Not because you wanted for him to stop, but because how couldn’t you when he says that? You were forced down, back caressed and head scratched. Like a pet, you were kept still and quiet.

Your skirt was thrown away from your body and he… sniffed you? Half of you bare to whoever there to witness, with a monster between your legs. To know that you’re being watched only makes you desire this more. A huge tongue licked your pussy, you moaned. It was real, just a tad louder than it needed to be.

Putting on a show, it laughed inside your head. Keep on this good work and I might not let you walk away.

Your eyes closed as he continued to ravish you. Restless, he simply continued. Tongue deep into you, teeth sinking into your skin, lips sucking around your clit. Your legs were covered in drool, and you could feel it dripping from your aching core.

A hand grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up. A real touch this time. The candles showed you the tall woman in front of you, nails so long they could be mistaken by claws. Looking into her red eyes, you felt a primal urge inside you.

Everything inside you told you to run.

Nature is such a disappointing force. It is not your fault that you were born a prey, that ancient being spoke. Its voice oscillated, as if it was too far away and suddenly right against your ear. And it is not hers to be turned predator long ago.

“This delicate sparkle in your eyes”, a velvet voice made to your ears. Elegant, but sharp. She smiled, and the fangs weren’t a reason to act surprised. “You won’t allow it to dissuade you, will you? Don’t struggle. There is no use.”

Her free hand closed around your neck. A movement faster than you could see, but delicate enough for you to know she didn’t want you to break apart.

“You are mine now, puppy”, she smirked. “Put your mouth to use.”

As she put her knee on top of the table, moving the black dress enough for you to see her strong legs, the vampire pulled your hair again. “Yes, mistress”, you said.

Satisfied, she forced your head between her thighs. As the werewolf continued to torture your poor pussy, you treated hers like a wine you had to enjoy every little sip. It was easy to get eager, to get lost on your own never-ending pleasure, but you made sure to treat her nicely.

Every whimper of hers made you weaker. Every bite from him made you weaker. Every hold onto your skin, whispers inside your head, made you weaker.

It was no surprise your orgasm would break you in pieces. It was no surprise every single one of you would continue despise it.

As you breathed in, trying to get your legs to work, a hand came back to stroking your skin. It put you on top of the table as if you weighted nothing. Before you could flutter your eyes open, those skilled fingers were inside of you.

Touching in the right place, with the right pressure, at the exact right moment. It was perfect. Did this creature read your mind in a way or another? Or is this fate, and in this wretched place you find someone that really knows exactly how to fuck you properly?

“What a delight”, the vampire spoke. “May I drink from her now?

The werewolf hummed. “Look at her legs. Those pretty lips”, you heard him doing just that. “You can’t. Not yet. I need my plaything strong and capable for the night.”

“But do you really, old dog?” She argued. “No one will judge you for admitting you need to rest. No one but me, of course.”

Her mind is far more interesting, it spoke again. Apparently, everyone could hear it. Her memories taste even sweeter. What a fine thing found us this evening.

“How luck we are”, you said.

But you didn’t.

Opening your eyes, you saw yourself. Fingers deep into your cunt, mouth displaying the most annoying smirk. Eyes glistening with fake innocent.

“Fuck”, you babbled.

The smirk seemed to grow. “Your mind is a interesting place”, that thing said. Even her voice was the same as yours. “But I need to say, your body if far more comfortable.”

Looking into your eyes, all you could do was take it. Let this being have its fill of you. Watch for your tits move. The strechmarks on your waist. Your soft thighs. Those freckles on your skin.

Being used, watching yourself, its voice came back. You want this to stop?

You giggled. “Don’t tell me it’s over already?”

Not at all, the voice came back. Let’s move to the next floor.

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[2-dsimp]

Harumu is so pretty, i wanna see his mascara run.

Yandere shapeshifter x fem reader!

Cw: MDNI, oral fem receive, overstimulation, slight degradation, dirty talk, mentions of cock/tongue shifting, Harumu being a cunt and serving it, slight narcissistic behavior.

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“Oh no you don’t! You don’t get to leave me hanging, darling~” Harumu commanded, one slender hand securing the curve of your waist. While the other trailed his manicured nails along your jaw bone.

The prime donna then clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, “What a waste. To think I’ve spent so much time to get dolled up, for you no less. But look at what you did to me.” Squishing your cheeks, he forced you to look at him.

The shapeshifters makeup was all ruined, thanks to you squirting nectar all over his face. But you couldn’t help it! The way he manipulated his many tongues that changed from width, length, girth, and textures. Turned you and your overstimulated pussy into a purring mess, unable to get a grip.

“Gods if I’d known you’d be a needy little gusher for me, then I would’ve worn waterproof foundation instead.” He complained, yet he had a smug smoldering gaze in his eyes. His plump lips bearing a smeared glossy sheen, spread into a small catty smile. At your compromised state.

Harumu could hardly contain himself, seeing your face all scrunched up in bliss. Your ass sitting pretty upon his throbbing shaft that was buried to the hilt inside your defenseless womb. Not prettier than him of course, but you were a damn close second to his unparalleled beauty standards.

“But alas the past is the past, and what I need now is for you to take responsibility for how you’ve ruined my new look.” The shapeshifter crooned, lightly patting your cheek to have your eyes gain the light back in them. You were coming back to your senses from having blacked out a while ago.

”Ah there she is, my sweet girl” He’d purr before bucking harshly against your pelvis, eliciting a choked gasp from your lips. Lurching from the air knocked out of your lungs. From his penis’s foreskin melding into a spiked texture that scraped against your coiled depths.“That was a warning love, this time you’d better keep your eyes on me. I don’t like being ignored.”

His hand then pressed down over the bulge from your tummy. “Listen closely, I want you conscious enough to cry for me, till your voice dies out…” Harumu paused, licking his lips, he leaned upwards to whisper huskily into your ear. “That means my name should be the last thing left upon your cute tongue got it, sweetie? I won’t be taking no for an answer.”

[boolger]

Bear shapeshifter!John Price x Bear shapeshifter! Reader

Something something, John Price being the only bear shapeshifter on base. Not the only shapeshifter, but the only bear one. That was until you appeared.

Something something, after a long mission they go to the med bay and John instantly smelled that there was another bear - he was so distracted by the scent, that he didn’t even reply to his teammates or anything. Just sitting on a bench, blood dripping from his arm, nose in the air.

Something something cue you, a new nurse, stepping in - you were a bear shifter as well, and when you stepped into the room, you instantly found the bear you had been smelling around base.

John let out a tiny roar-like sound in greeting, before chuffing gently at you; he had to focus to not change into his bear form, a pleased grin on his smile over finally seeing one of his own kind.

You who were frozen for a moment, caught off guard with how handsome the other bear was, a little rugged from the long mission, but big and strong, handsome even though he stank of blood, dirt and sweat. You replied with a tiny roar yourself, a shy smile on your face.

Something something, Price immediately fell in love with you, constantly pretending to be hurt afterwards - stubbed his toe, can you take a look, luv? My back is really sore, maybe you should help me? I think I might be becoming sick, maybe you could do a test — just so he could go to you. He refused to be seen by any of the other nurses or even the doctors, so the staff pretty quickly just learned to send you, if he arrived with an almost nonexistent pain somewhere.

Something something, as you grow closer and learn more about it, you grow tired of him not trying to court you like a proper bear. Hibernation was coming up in a couple of months, and you would love to spend it with him in a den somewhere.

So, you changed into your bear form on your day off, going to a nearby forest. Two hours later - after a lot of running - you returned to base with a stag in your maw. It was dead, but still warm. The biggest one you could find, to show that you were a good hunter.

Something something, Gaz spotted you and offered to lead you to where Price was, even though he was in a meeting with Laswell. Gaz politely knocked, while you just pushed him out of the way with your head, headbutting the door for it to open.

Something something, Laswell just staring with a raised eyebrow and then she grinned, while John stared for a moment, eyes wide and with clear hearts in them. You let out a chuff, dead stag in your mouth onto the floor, barely inside the office; John didn’t even say anything, didn’t excuse himself, just changed form, the desk forced to move, all his clothes ripping - except his little hat that stayed on his head. He gave himself a good shake, before walking around the desk, little bear tail wagging happily. He let out a little chuff and you replied - then you backed out of the room, beginning to walk away, your own tail wagging.

John hurried to grab onto the stag, barely able to fit through the door to get out, before he hurried to walk beside you, letting out a pleased sound. Gaz awkwardly helped open some doors, so the two of you could get outside without ruining them.

Something something, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Laswell all looked at the two of you with smiles on their faces, as you walked towards the forest to share the stag, both of your small tails wagging.

[heartfullofleeches]

"You aren't my partner."

How did you figure it out so soon?

This was never meant to happen. Liu swore to themselves they'd never live another person's life for the sake of love. As horrible as sounds is, they only took your partner's face to drive a wedge in your relationship. It should have been quick. A one and done deal, but the day they arrived at your home- The love pouring from you as you brisked them through the front door.

They just couldn't resist.

Surely, you didn't know for certain. It's all speculation- It has to be. If they play their cards right, they can safely weasel their way out of this. Find another way into your heart. As long as they didn't let their mask slip, there was still another chance.

"What...uh... What makes you say that, Love?"

Inhaling forkfuls of the most mouth watering eggs you've ever had the privilege to stuff pass your lips, you pause momentarily to take a few swigs of the fruit juice your "partner" made for you that morning. Not too runny, not too dry. Just like the juice was a perfect blend between the sweetest of sugar and the fruit's natural flavors.

"For starters...mmm." You lick the crumbs of toast from the corners of your mouth, scrapping the last few bites of egg onto the remainder of the bread left on your plate. "My partner - Well, my ex, couldn't cook to save their life. That, and I'm pretty sure they've been cheating on me for the past month and a half. I was planning on confronting them the night you showed up - man, this is good - but then you made me dinner that was the best home cooked meal I had in ages and the thought slipped my mind."

Your...ex. "I know there's still a lot we need to discuss, but since you're single do you think we could-"

"If whoever you are underneath that disguise looks half as good as you can cook, we can get married this weekend for all I care."

Liu combs their hair over the sides of their face - their cheeks splitting from the stretch of their smile. "I suppose I should get myself ready for our first proper date then."

[ronearoundblindly]

'Companion Animal' Masterlist

Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader (platonic Bucky Barnes x Alpine!Reader)

Summary: You met Bucky by chance when you ran and hid from your past. You certainly never expected to fall in love with his best friend. Could Steve ever see you as more than just 'the cat?' Will Bucky ever forgive you for being more than just his Alpine?

Drabble series of fluff and fun. Warnings given for each post; please read those and decide if this fic is right for you.

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || *** indicates work FOR ALL READERS

Meep Cute (meeting Bucky) ⛈🌼*** Scaredy Cat (reasons you shifted) ⛈ Pampered (Steve cat sits) 🌼*** Shameless Enjoyment (playtime) ⛈🌼*** 'Babygirl' (Sharon flirts w/Steve) ⛈🌼*** Outing (Natasha sees through you) 🌼*** Love Bites (cuddling Steve) 🌼🔥 Scrappy (accidental reveal) ⛈🌼*** Cozy (Steve and Bucky meet you-You) ⛈🌼***

Artist's Discretion (first kiss) 🌼🔥*** NEW! Codename: Agent Alpine (getting your 'uniform') 🌼*** Lineage (you find out what you are) ⛈🌼 Borrowed For Blue (a sleepover at Steve's) 🌼🔥🦆

BONUS: Bucky's Camera Roll (not my content, show love to creator!)

Asks: When you change in your sleep; Riding with Bucky

[Main Masterlist; Steve Rogers Series List; Bucky Barnes Masterlist]

[misstycloud]

Shapeshifter x fem.reader

“Please stop.” You whimpered, shaking like a leaf.

The creature crouched down to your level and whispered in a soothing voice- it didn’t have the desired effect, though. “Why? Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you. There’s no need to be so frightened.”

“….just leave me alone..”

“No I can’t do that. I love you (Y/n). You’re everything to me. You don’t understand the depth of how much I need you.” He- it- pleaded.

You scoffed despite the inner turmoil. “Well, feelings not mutual.”

He sighed and shook his head slowly. “Why can’t you understand? I just love you so much.” He caressed your hands while staring straight into your eyes. It felt like he was unveiling your soul, like you couldn’t hide from that look, no matter what. “I,” he started, “can be whoever you want me to be. I can be whatever you wish.”

Suddenly, he started changing. It was like something was alive underneath his skin, that wanted to move and reshape the shell it was inside. Slowly, but surely, its features morphed into someone else.

This new shape was clearly tall, even when he was still couching. He looked a little rugged, wi the jet black hair and also at as equally dark grey eyes. He was muscular, too.

“Would this be better?” He asked in a deep voice, tilting his head in wonder. “Would you like someone like this- someone who can protect and care for you? Someone who wouldn’t hesitate to get into a bar fight to defend your honour.”

You looked away and shut your eyes.

“I see.” He said. “So this is not your type, then?”

Once more, you heard the familiar sound of flesh and bones. And against you better judgement, you glance his way again.

This time, he was not as muscular. In fact he was quite thin, but still tall. Messy brown hair shot in all directions, coverering his forehead, it almost shielded his face entirely from view.

“Or is this better?” He gave you a dorky smile. “A nerd? Someone who can relate to your interests and become just as engrossed in them as you. Wouldn’t that be nice? We could talk for hours about the things we like.”

You shook your head hastily. Rejecting his suggestion.

“Or maybe not.” He sighed.

The sound of flesh moving followed and you looked away, not wishing to see the peak of the gruesome transformation, before facing him again.

This new body was considerably shorter than the previous two. It was one of a mousy young man, appearing to be in the beginnings of adulthood.

“If you like being the one in control, I wouldn’t mind. I think this form would fit for that, you see. I’d be nice to be dominated by you. You wouldn’t have to hold back from anything, you could be completely in charge if that’s what you desire?”

You remained silent.

“I take that as a ‘no’, then.” He stopped for a few seconds, thinking, then the smile retuned. “Wait, I can’t believe I didn’t think this.”

Suddenly the young man disappeared and a woman took his place. She was gorgeous by all means. Her long blonde hair flowed in waves down her back. Her curvaceous form would have any person staring.

“I apologise. I should have asked if you would prefer a woman instead, my mistake. Now, finally, is this desireble?”

“I told you to stop. I don’t want any of this- I don’t want you. I don’t want to be near you. Leave me alone, please.” You cried in desperation. Hoping it would be able to push away the creature for good. But you knew it was a foolish dream for it to become bored with you.

The woman hushed you and took you into her arms. “Shhh, shhh, it will all be fine. No need to worry about anything. You’ll be good, I promise. I will take care of you.” She tried comforting you by patting your back like a mother consoling her crying child. “And don’t worry. It doesnt matter how long it’ll take, but I will find the right form eventually. You will just love it~.”

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[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Had a funny thought about you getting followed by high ranking members in the mafia… and they all keep giving you gifts and asking to court you.

They all act the exact same, same voice, same mannerisms…

So it’s revealed to be either one of two scenarios.

One, a mind controlling entity has been running the mafia from behind the scenes and using the members as puppets to interact with you.

Two, a shapeshifter has been using the forms of people they’ve recently killed to infiltrate the mafia and use its power and money to try and woo you.

Both are socially inept with no idea how humans work, they are just infatuated with you so it’s really scary having beings that are pretending to be human coming up to you and asking if you would mate with them……

With the first option, you end up getting gang banged by all of his puppets… but he gets tired of fucking you through the bodies of others… so he appears, massive and unsettling, ready to breed you properly.

For the second, he can shift into whatever you want, and BEGS for you to tell him to be whatever you want him to be. He gets flustered when you say you want him to be himself… and ends up putting you in the mating press…

[monstersholygrail]

i have been concerningly curious how would fucking a shape shifter feels...maybe he can manipulate one body part...maybe make it feels too big when he goes inside your cunt...maybe he'll fuck you in the body of a person you stared too long earlier... maybe he won't stop until you've tried every skin he can change into...maybe even your favorite idol...

sigh...i told you, it's concerning

Ffffuuuuck, it’s been concerning for me too. Ive been thinking about shapeshifter bf so often for so many things. I have like three draft ideas I wanna write. And now you’re giving me even more 🫵🏻!! It’s an infection!!

It’s ok gimme more hehe.

But seriously you inspired me to write an entire fic with these rambles. So give me all you got, you’re my muse babyyyy.

Think of the possibilities with role play with Shapeshifter bf. Any scenario you can think of and he can fulfill it. AHHH WAIT!!! You’re inspiring me too much dammit, I love you!!

Imagine being with Shapeshifter bf when you finally admit to him that you’re actually a huge monster fucker. Your bf blushes and pouts at you, asking if you don’t consider him technically a monster.

And of course you comfort him and hold him close. But you have to admit to him that what really gets you going is the idea of a huge giant monster chasing you down and pinning you beneath his weight as he fucks load after load into your fertile cunt.

He’s shocked for a moment before something passes over his eye. You can see the bulge forming in his pants and it has to wriggling in place, desperate for him after just talking about the fantasy. When all he says is,

“Run.”

You’re briefly a bit confused before you see your bf start to shift and your eyes widen.

And that’s how you find yourself suddenly being chased by a raging orc, a feral werewolf, or a probing alien. In his excitement your bf can’t seem to lock down a shape.

Then when he finally catches you, his claws sinking into your plump waist as he pins you to the ground with his hips and slams his cock as deep inside your weeping pussy as he can, he still can’t land on a monster.

The overstimulation is pure torture and you fucking love it. One minute he’s pounding you with his giant orc cock and then the next he’s slipping his werewolf knot inside your cunt with every snap of his hips. The tentacles of his alien cock slip even deeper inside you, curling into your wombs like they plan to shoot his eggs right in there.

You’re afraid by now your eyes are permanently glued to the back of your head, your body shaking like your possessed by his demon form. Each pump of his different cocks sending you higher and higher till you swear you’re about to lose your mind.

And when you finally cum you see stars, your being transcended to the next plane of existence. Your screams reach such a pitch that only dogs and hybrids can hear. Your bf feels like his cock is about to explode from how hard you’re clenching down on him as you milk him for all he’s worth.

He doesn’t last long with you squeezing him so right and he pumps you full with buckets of his warm yummy cum.

When you’ve both calmed down he shifts back into his original form and sags down on top of you, both of panting like you might not ever breathe again.

“And that’s why Im the best monster for you. Not any of those quacks,” your bf grumbles possessively in your ear.

You can’t say you disagree with him.

[deansbeer]

listen, he's my header what makes u think i wouldn't write for him ⁉️

⎯⎯ adult content | mdni eighteen plus. + disclaimer! if this does not sit right w u pls click tf away <3

★ smut | f!reader | shifter!dean | rough sex | dom!shifter!dean (?) | degrading | yes homie does in fact bite.

his hands pin your wrists above your head, his grip unrelenting, and you’re already a mess, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. shifter!dean isn’t like the real dean—he doesn’t wait for permission, doesn’t ask what you want. he knows. every snap of his hips hits something devastating inside you, pulling broken cries from your lips. “look at you,” he growls, his voice dripping with arrogance, “falling apart like you were made for me.” you sob his name, your body arching beneath him as he pounds into you, relentless and consuming.

“bet the real me doesn’t fuck you like this,” he taunts, leaning down, his lips brushing your ear. his teeth sink into your neck, marking you in a way that’s raw and primal. your head falls back as he thrusts harder, deeper, his cock dragging over that perfect spot that has you seeing stars. you can’t speak, can’t think, your body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure he’s forcing out of you.

“what’s the matter, sweetheart?” he sneers, one hand sliding down to grab your thigh, hiking it up higher. “too much for you? or is this exactly what you’ve been begging for?”

you choke on a moan, your nails digging into his forearms as he slams into you, his pace brutal and unforgiving. ���dean—” you manage to gasp, though you’re not even sure who you’re calling for anymore.

“that’s right,” he growls, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. “you don’t care which one of us it is—long as you’re getting wrecked.”

[ozzgin]

Why do I feel like yandere!skinwalker/shape shifter would love chin scratches in human form just as much as when he's pretending to be a dog

It's a strange thing to consider, yet you can't help but notice that your partner reminds you of your pet dog.

Both of them hate sunny days and seem to be followed constantly by heavy clouds of rain. Moreover, they're particularly popular with the neighborhood birds, as crows or vultures often circle above you.

Misfortune plagues you whenever they're nearby: friends suddenly becoming nauseous, people tripping into traffic, the restaurant you'd planned on visiting bursting into flames.

Thus, you eye your boyfriend suspiciously. Could it be? At the very least, it's worth trying. He notices your intent gaze.

"Something the matter?"

You quickly reach for his chin and begin scratching, the same way you'd pet your dog. His tongue involuntarily rolls out in excitement. A shiver of humiliation crosses his body, and he slaps your hand away, lips pursed in shame.

"What's- why would you do that," he demands, as if being caught.

Fascinating. So similar, yet they can't stand each other; like magnets of the same pole. To this day, you haven't seen your partner and your dog in the same room. A mystery you're yet to decipher.