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Meeting your monster husband

General Plot: This is kind of the prequel...sort of...head cannon backstory of the other Chase one shots. Chase meets you at your workplace and falls in love.

Tentacle monster (Chase) x Bimbo female reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Part One, Part Two , Part Three, Part Four

W: drugging, kidnapping, yandere behavior, mostly sfw brief mention of cum

Chase watched you sleeping, remembering the woman you were before he took you. 

You’d been an award winning researcher at a biomedical lab developing performance enhancing compounds for the military. 

You’d been smart and confident, breezing around the building with that short hair that didn’t suit you but was easy to care for and those schlubby loose clothes. The way you dressed didn’t slow you down. You were the brightest researcher the company had and you knew it. You led every meeting and guided the strategy for their latest products. He’d watched you struggle and argue with brass over the efficacy of your experiments, but you held you head high through it all.

No matter how bright you showed you were, they were demanding, wanting everything tomorrow and at double the strength. He’d watched you run yourself ragged trying to please them that useless husband of yours watching from home, proud of the misery he let you go through.

While you slaved away at work, he stayed on the couch playing Fortnite and screaming at twelve year olds online. He liked showing off his brilliant wife despite how the circles under your eyes darkened and you hunched from peering at your laptop. 

When you met Chase had been hired by his boss to infiltrate the lab and steal your research, the drug you’d developed was a potential component in his successful rebirth. 

“You have to do it like this, silly,” you’d giggled at him as he fiddled with the coffee maker in the break room the first time he laid eyes on you. 

You’d leaned over him, surrounding him in your sweet scent, and pulled out the coffee pod, turning it around before reinserting it the correct way. Your fingers had brushed his, sending a spark shooting up his arm. 

“Never used a coffee maker before?” you’d teased as you pulled your own mug out of the cabinet. 

“Not one like this,” he’d replied, staring at your face and marveling at how remarkably cute you were despite your terrible haircut. 

You’d winked and his heart had skipped a beat. 

“Don’t feel bad, you have to have two phds to operate everything in this building.” 

He’d chuckled at your lame joke and smiled at you while you waited for the coffee to brew. You had two phds and everyone knew it. You were the brilliant mind behind the company's progress. The youngest in your field. Everyone in biomedical science had heard about you.

“First day?” you’d asked, sticking out your hand, “I’m Dr. Lorelei Driver but you can call me Lori, everybody else does, except my husband...He calls me Lorelei, but I hate it. Who names their kid Lorelei and what upstanding husband agrees with his in-laws about it? He gets away with it because he’s cute…but you don’t have to call me doctor or anything, that’s just weird. We’re all equals here…I mean, how stupid of me…you probably have your phd, too if you are working here! Sorry…I’m rambling…I do that…You’ll get used to it…um…oh! Welcome to the team! If you need anything just ask me.” 

You’d blushed and he’d fallen head over heels for you. Those big doe eyes held an innocence you weren’t allowed to reveal to your colleagues and he wanted it. He’d shaken your hand and you noticed he’d held it just a little too long, but chased the thought away.

You were never any good at social interactions, always awkward and talking too much. Who were you to say when a handshake went on too long? For all you knew you’d been giving short, rude handshakes your whole life.  

From that moment forward Chase had started plotting. He wanted to give you the life you were missing…a happy life where you didn’t have to stay up long hours working. A life where your face would be soft with smiles and he could dress you up the way you ought to be dressed, pretty and delicate.  He could give you a life with no worries, no thoughts, just happiness. The life you deserved. 

He’d done everything in his power to get closer to you. It coincided with his mission so it was easy. He became fascinated with your work, hanging around you like your biggest fan, pushing anyone else who was near you out of the way.

One by one your assistants got burned out by the long hours or sick and quit until only he was left at your side. Of course, you had no idea of the amount of poison he'd used to carve his path through your employees.

He had to admit you were truly brilliant, what you’d come up with was exactly what his boss needed. He almost thought it was a pity you would have to leave that all behind. Almost. 

His wife wouldn’t need to wrack her brain over the world’s problems late into the night. His wife wouldn’t need to think at all. He would craft the perfect world for you where he could protect you and cherish you and keep you safe, even from your own ambition. 

He could see clearly that your own thoughts were destroying you and all these people around you were just enabling you. They didn't care about you, really. They wanted what you could create for them and would watch you drive yourself into an early grave for their own profit. Only he really cared about you.

“Here, darling,” Chase had said the night he’d taken you and your research, handing you a cup of coffee.

You’d been working late, trying to sort out a problem you were having with the flavor of the medication and he’d stayed with you like he usually did. You’d gotten much closer, professionally. He was sharp as a whip and understood your work completely, even offering helpful suggestions and had quickly made himself an integral part of the team. 

Occasionally, you would notice a touch that lasted too long or that he was standing far too close, but you’d brushed it off that he was a touchy person.

There was no harm in that. Some people’s perception of personal space was just different than your own. He wasn’t unattractive and he smelled nice. If you weren’t married, you’d even be flustered by his occasional lingering touches. 

However, you would have been disgusted and chased him away had you had any idea of how much of his cum you’d swallowed in the cups of coffee he was giving you or how he prowled outside of your window at night jealously working himself into a fury as you and your husband made love. 

You’d been distracted and barely considered the odd use of the pet name when you thanked him for the cup, immediately taking a big sip of it. 

“Have some more, you look tired,” he said, when you went to put it down. Without thinking you’d followed his directions, taking another big swallow. 

“If you drink the whole thing, I’ll make you another cup,” he promised, so you eagerly gulped down the rest, passing it back. You needed as much caffeine as you could get. You were so close to finishing this project and your bosses were breathing down your neck to get it to market on time. With just a little more work it would be perfect. 

He disappeared, coming back a few minutes later with another cup of coffee, milky with the creme he knew you liked. You blinked your eyes, rubbing them. They suddenly felt dry and heavy. 

“Need another cup?” he asked, smiling at you with his big, white teeth. 

“Yeah, youuuuuu’re aaaayye liyyyyfesaouhh,” you slurred, reaching your hand out for the mug he was offering, but your fingers never made it to the porcelain as your world went dark. Chase gathered your limp body up in his arms, amused that for someone so smart, you were really quite stupid.

When you woke up you didn’t know who or where you were. 

“(Y/N)?” a handsome man asked, looking down at you. 

You’d glanced around and found yourself in a nice master bedroom on a comfortable bed. 

“Who…who is (Y/N)?” you’d asked. 

The handsome man had cradled your head in his hands and smiled at you. 

“That’s your name,” he explained, “you had a bit of a fall and hit your head. Do you remember anything? Who you are? Where you are? Who I am?” 

You shook your head, rubbing your skull. You didn’t feel a bump anywhere but there was a slight ache in your brain. He looked at you sympathetically. 

“I’m your husband, (Y/N). Chase,” he said. 

You looked down at your left hand and sure enough there was a pretty diamond ring on your finger. Nausea overwhelmed you as you tried to recall anything about your life. 

“I can’t remember anything,” you murmured, starting to panic. 

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, brushing his hands over your hair. They were large and his touch was comforting. 

“Don’t try to think,” he said, “you’ll hurt yourself. You don’t have to remember anything right now. Just let me take care of you.” 

“Do I need to go to the hospital?” you asked nervously. 

“No!” he snapped sharply and you jumped. 

He smiled down at you, pulling you closer. 

“You already went to the hospital, you just don’t remember,” he clucked, “the doctor said this might happen and that you just needed to stop trying to think.” 

“Oh,” you said, muddling through your thoughts. 

Something sounded wrong about what he was saying, but you couldn’t figure out what. 

“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice dropping a bit lower and more growly. 

You looked up at him. 

“Doing what?” you asked. 

“Thinking,” he grumbled, “my wife doesn’t need to think.” 

“B-but…who am I?” you mumbled, “I don’t even know who I am…”

He pulled your cheeks into his palms and searched your eyes. 

“You are my sweet little wife, (Y/N),” he assured you, “that’s all you need to be concerned with. We are happy together and we love each other. There’s nothing more to know. Just let me take care of everything.” 

You were going to push for more, but he kissed you. His lips were soft and confident, moving over yours as he pressed your head into his hand. Melting into his mouth, you lost track of what you were worried about. A hot tongue brushed your lips and you granted him entry, wanting more of what he had to give you. He must have been your husband. This kiss felt…right.

You relaxed into his arms, sure you were where you were supposed to be. Thoughts could come later. 

Chase felt the moment when you gave into him, your body softening in his arms and your lips surrendering to his. He stifled a smile at his victory.

This had actually been easier than he'd thought it would be. He'd worried you would put up more of a fight, question him more, but the way you melted into him only reinforced his belief that you were meant for one another.

The spell he’d used to erase your memories had worked.

Chased brushed your hair off of your forehead as you slept. It had grown out to a flattering length around your cheeks and he smiled at how perfect he'd made you. You were his, safe in his nest and your ex husbands bones were scraped of flesh in his back yard. No one was coming to look for you and he would never, ever let you go.

Your monster husband comes home from work

General Plot: Your monster husband gets home from work and you have dinner ready and waiting for him

Tentacle monster (Chase) x Bimbo female reader

Word Count: 1.5Kish

Part Two

W: smut, tentacle sex, anal and oral sex, pet names, bimboification, yandere behavior, manipulation

Your husband walked into the kitchen, loosening his tie as he went. It had been a long day preparing sacrifices for his boss’s glorious rebirth. He’d had to scrub for at least five minutes to get the blood from underneath his nails before he came home to you. 

“Hi honey!” you beamed, holding a plate of freshly fried chicken and placing it on the table, “how was work? Did the Miller account get finished?”

He glanced at your ass as you bent over, before you scurried back to the counter to get the sweet tea. A smile came to his lips as he tried to remember what he’d made up to tell you the Miller account was. He played stupid games with himself coming up with ridiculous lies to tell his innocent, but incredibly stupid wife. 

You thought he was an accountant at a private security firm. That’s what he’d convinced you the building his villainous leader used to perform his twisted experiments and house his prisoners was after you’d showed up at the front door one day with treats for the office. His monstrous coworkers had all been very amused by his tiny wife standing at the front desk in mittens and her winter hat holding a tray of cookies while he scrambled to stuff his hideous form back into his suit to greet you. Of course, you didn’t know any of that. 

“Everything is going as planned, the zebras should reach their new homes shortly,” he mentioned pulling his suit jacket off of his broad shoulders and stalking you across the room. His steps were surprisingly light for someone so large and you jumped when he appeared behind you. 

“Thank goodness the poachers can’t get to them, your company does incredible work,” you said and thought you heard him chuckle, but when you turned to look at him he was just coughing into his hand. 

“How was your day, cupcake?” he asked, wrapping his big arms around you. 

You breathed in his familiar scent as he folded himself down to you and pressed his lips to yours. 

“It was good, sit down, relax!” you playfully pushed him away from you as he came in for another kiss, “I went to the grocery store and called the contractor about remodelling the kitchen.” 

His eyes glazed over as he listened to you retell him your incredibly boring conversation about kitchen tiles while he imagined you naked spread across the table.  You picked up a plastic pitcher of ice water from the counter and crossed the room to set it down, not seeing him stick out his foot to trip you. You stumbled face first into the tile floor pouring ice water down the front of your shirt with a squeal. 

“Oh baby! Are you okay?” he asked, pulling you up by your shoulders and spinning you around in his big hands. His concerned eyes drifted from your face down to your hard nipples poking through your soaked sweater. He ran his thick thumb over a pebbled nub, hiding his smile. 

Embarrassed tears came to your eyes at your own clumsiness and you blushed. Chase was so handsome and capable. You were always embarrassing yourself in front of him. 

“You have to be more careful my clumsy little wife,” he chided you, “let’s get you out of this wet thing.” 

He tugged your sweater over your head leaving you just in the little skirt you had on. 

“I’ll go get a shirt,” you mumbled, trying to slide around him, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your waist. 

“You’re cold,” he murmured, his eyes focused on your chest. His hands slid up your body to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking your stiff nipples. 

“Chase…” you started. 

“Shhhh” 

He pulled you down to straddle his lap as he sat down in a dining chair sucking one into his mouth. You moaned, grinding yourself into him without meaning to. 

“Chase, I think-” 

His hand tightened on your back and he glanced up. 

“What did I tell you about thinking?” he asked, his voice gravelly. 

You gulped under his intense gaze, you swore for a second his pupils changed shape, but when you blinked they were large, but round. 

“Hmm?” he prompted. 

“Y-your w-wife doesn’t need to think,” you repeated what he’d told you as his teeth prickled your nipple, nibbling it. They always felt sharper than they looked.

He grunted, pleased. 

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed into your chest, his fingers drifting underneath your skirt and dragging against your lips, “You’re just a pretty little set of holes for me to fill, aren’t you?” 

You bucked your hips into his hand, unable to resist what he wanted to give you. His thick cock hardened beneath you and you pressed your pussy into him whimpering like a greedy slut.

“Take it out,” he said, pausing a moment from lapping at your nipples, “I know you want it.” 

 You fumbled with his fly, and his cock popped out, slapping your mound. Precum dripped down the shaft in white ropes making a mess of your panties. He seemed to have more than any other man, but you hadn’t been with anyone but him so what did you know? 

“Put it inside of you,” his tongue was all over your oversensitive tits and you would have done anything he told you at that moment. You lifted your hips and tried to lower yourself on his massive shaft, shoving your panties to the side. Though you’d had sex with your husband many times, you’d never quite adjusted to how big he was and it took some effort of you to push yourself down on top of him. 

“Do you need help, cupcake?” he chuckled. 

You nodded, your cheeks pinkening with embarrassment. Your husband deserved a wild sex kitten. You tried your best, but you could barely fit him inside of you! 

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes eating you up. He thought you were adorable, barely able to fit the tip into your tiny cunt. Stroking your cheek he thrust up into you forcing a shout from your lips and tears to your eyes. You could feel him in your stomach as he clutched your hips, forcing you down onto him. Throwing your arms around his neck, your pussy clung to his fat cock. 

Chase wasn’t sure why this time was any different from any other time he’d taken you. Maybe it was the little skirt you’d been wearing, maybe it was how cute your blush was when you’d tried to stuff him inside of you, but suddenly he wanted to possess you. Yes, you were his wife, but he’d never really taken you. You’d never seen what he truly was. 

It had always been a regret of his, that he’d never showed you, but you were just so sweet; all sunshine and rainbows. He’d been afraid he would scare you off. Despite that, as he watched you writhing in front of him he couldn’t hold his monster inside anymore. It slipped out a little bit at a time. 

It started with a nudge at your asshole and at first you thought it was Chase’s finger, but it felt…different, thicker and a bit slimy. Your eyes shut as it forced its way inside of you and you collapsed against Chase’s chest panting. 

“Ch-Chase,” You moaned into him, confused but not exactly wanting whatever was happening to stop. 

“You trust me, right cupcake?” he murmured into your hair as whatever was inside of you started thrusting firmly in and out, going deeper with every stroke. 

“Mhmmm,” you whined into his chest, feeling his cock and the tentacle in your ass fill you in perfect synchronisation. Another sticky tentacle stroked your clit, winding and unwinding the tapered tip around it until you whimpered and tears streaked down your cheeks. What felt like wet mouths latched onto your nipples mercilessly sucking. 

“Keep your eyes shut,” he grunted, pounding into you like it was the last time. 

Something thick and wet nudged at your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth. You trusted Chase completely. Whatever this was…you wanted it. It forced its way down your throat and you gagged. Your eyes popped open at the rough invasion to find your formerly handsome husband transformed into a hideous beast. His massive teeth sparkled in the fluorescent light, while his six eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy. 

“Flkjdg!” You screamed, coming in a surprising and incredible orgasm. 

You sagged in his tentacles while he used your holes to chase his pleasure, watching him in awe. He was nothing like you'd ever seen before with mottled green skin and an odd frill around his neck.

His eyes focused on you and he froze as you took each other in. 

“(Y/N),” he murmured, his voice lower and more gravelly than normal.

The tentacle in your mouth slipped out and you whined. 

“Don’t you dare fucking stop Chase!” 

You were so close to coming again to your monster of a husband fucking you. An eerie grin spread across his face and he stuffed his tentacle back in your mouth to regain his previous pace. 

“Is my dumb little wife a monster fucking slut?” he growled into your ear as he ravaged your body. The tentacles on your clit and nipples sucked harder, sending you to the clouds. 

You nodded your head at him and your doe eyes with his tentacle shoved between your lips pushed him over the edge. Cum spewed out of all of his tentacles covering you in sticky fluid. You orgasmed with cum running out of all of your holes. 

The tentacle down your throat retreated and Chase replaced it with his mouth on yours. His kiss was gentle despite his sharp teeth. 

“You really didn’t have to keep this from me,” you panted into his lips. 

“But it was so easy,” he chuckled. You punched him weakly in his big chest. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing your back with one tentacle, while another massaged your scalp, “do you forgive me?” 

“If you keep fucking me like that,” you agreed. 

Chase thanked the dark god that he’d married a simple woman, wrapping you up in his tentacles. 

“I think I ruined dinner,” he said, giving something close to a frown with his perpetual smile and looking at the cum drenching the chicken. 

“Let’s order pizza,” you sighed against his chest, hoping you could get a nap before it arrived. 

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