#monster!reader

[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #1

monsterfucking & breeding w/ ftm!miguel o'hara x top!werewolf!male reader kinktober masterlist

The smell of arousal oozing from Miguel has you half drunk, mind hazy with the desire to breed, and when he purposefully arches his back, pushing his slick and stretched open cunt towards you, the frayed thread of resistance you have snaps.

You press inside inch by inch, a deep, pleasured growl rumbling through your body as his cunt accepts you easily, and when you’re fully wrapped in his tight heat you stop, leaning over Miguel and pressing your body against his to nose at his throat, his ear, able to hear every little whine of pleasure as his walls pulse around you. 

More slick pools from his cunt when he feels your sack resting against his thighs - full, heavy, and the thought of you filling him to the brim has him squirming against you, dragging his body forward and sinking back, a moan pouring from his lips when you begin to move, pulling out as soon as he’s full only to push back in, repeating the motion as Miguel begins to babble, his patience already running out as he begs for more.

With a few more shallow thrusts your pace picks up, Miguel curling an arm around your neck to hold you close as your hips crash together, the force of your thrusts gradually weakening his knees until he’s falling flat on the bed, a surprised grunt tearing from his mouth as your clawed hands grip his hips and hold them up so you can rut in deeper, the pleasure you’re feeling thickening the fog in your mind as the need to breed and make him swollen with your seed takes over.

Your cock fits perfectly inside Miguel, the tip knocking against his sweet spot and making his toes curl as his orgasm approaches from nowhere, almost no build up before his stomach is tensing and his cunt is fluttering around you as it takes over, a breathless cry vibrating through his lungs as he’s washed away into euphoria. You don’t stop, the feeling of Miguel orgasming around you sending you wild, your thrusts harsh and deep. 

His pleasure increases tenfold as the beginning of your knot catches on his rim, the knowledge that you’ll soon be locked together while all he can do is take everything you give him quickly hurtling him towards another orgasm, his cunt gushing around you. Miguel holds onto you desperately, rocking back against you as words he can’t control tumble from his mouth.

“Please, please, give it to me, breed me,” he pants, voice choppy and tone desperate as your knot grows larger, pace getting faster and thrusts becoming shorter and deeper.

A long, broken groan punches from his chest as your knot pops inside and finally bursts, a low, content grumbling escaping your throat as you spill endlessly inside him, Miguel able to feel every pulse of your cock. You don’t seem to stop, cock kicking against his walls for what feels like too long, until finally he can’t feel anything but how full he is.

He thinks you might give him a break, body still and panting above him, but then your hands tighten on his hips and you begin to grind your knot against where you’re tied together, the pleasure quickly pushing Miguel into another orgasm. You keep going until he feels you twitch inside him, a few more pulses of cum shooting out and joining what you’d already filled him with.

If he was more coherent he would comment at how you suddenly switch, a beast tamed just because you pumped him full. You begin to gentle Miguel, lighter hands skimming across his body to make sure he’s not hurt, your head pushing into his when he begins to scratch behind your ear, nose burrowing into the crook of his neck as your arms encircle him to hold him close.

He’s not sure how long you stay like that, but when your knot begins to recede and you pull out his hole desperately clenches, trying to stop your cum from escaping. He hears you huff, unsatisfied with the way your cum drips from his hole, and any intention he had of cleaning himself up is quickly washed away when you flip him onto his back and spread his legs, one hand holding your cock as you rub it against his messy cunt. 

Miguel doesn’t manage to say anything before you push back in, the mixture of his slick and your cum leaving little resistance as you start to thrust again, Miguel’s body jolting with your thrusts. He can feel how wet between his thighs is, each collision of your bodies accompanied by a squelch as you fuck your cum back into him, barely letting a drop go to waste.

His eyes roll into the back of his head - this might be his chance to start a family, the thought making him tighten around you, and with the way you growl, you seem to think so too.

#miguel o'hara #trans!miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #spiderverse #monster!reader #lieutnts writings #lieutnts kinktober 2023

[shmalk]

Part 3 for immortal!reader? Can be last chapter, just wanna see Ghost and Soap reaction. Price just explaining or still laughing his off or Gaz just passing out from too much shock.

"sorry for getting shot guys"

"how- what- huh?" Soap stammering.

Ghost still has his hands around Price's collar, Price was still chuckling, cigar on the floor, never belly-laughing this hard before.

Gaz staring at the reader, face paling before his does the cartoon faint, his legs going in the air while his hat flipped before falling.

Reader just staring like it was the norm (probably because it was for her/him)

no one reacts. its quiet, you can't help but awkwardly swallow and rub your throat slightly.

you can hear price sighing, obviously he knew you weren't going to stay dead, but it was still something you weren't overly fond of experiencing.

you felt some pain- but it was mostly none, after all, it wasn't as though you didn't die, you just didn't stay dead.

gaz swallows before his eyes roll into the back of his head, falling backwards and landing on his back, staring up at the sun. you give him a worried glance, but your muscles are still stiff, so you opt for just slightly calling out to him.

you don't get to, however, as someone's gloved hands grasp your face in their hands. you can hear soap as he slams price against the post once more, but your attention is taken away by ghost.

"what the fuck was that," he all but growls, his voice low and gravely, sending still shocks through your chest. "you didn't think to tell us about yer' little fuckin' stunt, huh?"

you swallow, reaching up to grab his wrist. soap moves from wherever he's standing and you vaguely see a figure attending to gaz. "look at me."

ghost isn't happy, the bile that threatened to rise out of his throat had setteld, but now theres steam practically flowing from his ears, theres a ringing he can't shake and his heart is pounding so hard he wonders if you could hear it.

"lighten up, lieutenant." price speaks as ghost loosens his grip on your head, letting out a puff of air through his nose. "they were given strict orders not to reveal anything until told otherwise, or during an emergency."

"captain, i don't think being upset with me counts as an emergency-"

"when i make a decision, you're supposed to trust that i'm making the right one," price isn't mad, but you're not interested in listening to him after he basically tried to kill you.

"Ye cannae ask us tae trust ye when ye've jist shot someone in the heid, cap'n."

"i'll ask whatever i bloody please, soap." price fixes his vest before turning away, not storming, but definitely walking somewhere with slightly more anger than usual.

"yer aight, pet?" soap gives you a once over, not able to look you in the eyes, before he gets shiver up his spine and has to walk away to cool himself down.

gaz - in the middle of the commotion - had been picked up and taken to the infirmary, leaving you.

and ghost.

h u h ?? im so sorry for the horrible scottish accent soap has I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT VERY WELL.

do we like? do we not like?? what will ghost do?? HMM??

#john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #shmalk ! ᧔♡᧓ #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #141 x reader #john price x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #immortal!reader #monster!reader

[diejager]

Hallo! Truly loved the MonsterAU stories! Wonderful, amazing writing!

Would it be possible for you to write: what if human!reader was turned into a chimera?

Akin to this:

Feel free to ignore!

Chimæra

Pairing: Monster 141 x Chimera!reader

Cw: science experiment, human torture, human testing, gore?, blood, canon-typical violence, unethical human experiments, kidnapping, child abuse, malnutrition, child neglect, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.6k (A/N): credit to @bluegiragi’s monster 141 designs.

They were tipped off by an anonymous source that some shady and highly illegal things were being done in a small and remote town near the border of Belarus, their ongoings unknown to both the government and public of their country, but someone had given Laswell a file containing all the horrific tests conducted within the closed walls of the innocuous-looking compound —a laboratory dressed as a simple military base. The folder held snapshots of emails and files sent between scientists and researchers, small indications of what was being done to both humans and monsters, yet withholding important intel about certain things. It disclosed the location, the names and faces of every worker and leading figure in the compound, the number of security and their schedules, and what was done, but not what was truly happening, it left small clues, sublet words here and there with hidden meanings —never clear images, blurry ones as if the person was in a rush.

Despite not having clear indications of the illegal activities, Laswell had enough to have 141 sent to take it down, to bring the dehumanising lab to its ground and burn it down. She didn’t have trouble convincing them, it was telling enough to let them read the condensed files for them to read, to see themselves the monstrosity being done to children and monsters they took, kidnapped from around the world to be left at the deceitful hands of crazed scientists. There wasn’t much to be found outside it, the base wore the facade of a benevolent patron, bearing the crest of kindhearted investors wanting to rebuild rundown houses and reconstruct rough and broken roads and paved streets in the town they took to hide. It worked for the most part, they profited from this by acting without raising any suspicion from anyone, neither the authorities nor the people. 

“Christ,” Gaz swore, looking down at the words in the file he received, the teased truth and the dreadful treatments through a thick layer of secrets and subtle wording, the only clear intel was from the straightforward emails sent to and from researchers and the heads of the facility, unabashed and shameless bragging of their success and the narrative to which these subjects could be used. “Why did it take so long?”

A recurrent theme of these was about a certain subject, it was about C34, spoken with such pride and joy about their creation, the work of the new world and the future made within these walls. Most emails were the exchanges between them about C34’s training, the ongoing treatments and every successful mission and exercises, they spoke of C34 as if they were a dog, a rabid mutt they captured and took on the task of domesticating it. It was demeaning, degrading and cruel, to look at another being as something lower, something needing domestication —it went against every rule and law put in place to protect humanity, the many conventions sworn to protect the goodwill and security of the innocents.

“We’ve had our suspicions before,” Laswell sighed, the images of the screen switching with the small click of her control, laser pointing at the images of various weapons cache and illegally procured weapons. “There was a slip up in the shipping, it was dropped here-” she motioned to a circled area in the map, a closeup of a secluded road near the town, “and we were able to retrace it to the facility. We needed more intel about the facility before acting and we needed to know what we're facing here, if we should send a team or send you.”

“What now?” Price tilted his head back, smoke leaving the sides of his frown, a deep and unpleasant one. He couldn’t even look at the intel given with a straight face, the shadowed truth of cruelty and dehumanising acts done by humans. “Figured you send us after seeing this, Laswell?”

Laswell nodded, jumping to another slide, showing blurred images of subject C34, a blurry figure, tall and imposing in every way possible. They stood high, stature seemingly one belonging to a monster or hybrid: on four legs and the wide, familiar shape of wings, everything about C34 cried monster. Perhaps one they captured as a child, taken from their mother and kept in this cell. There were many pictures of this one, blurry and disfigured, but others had smaller shapes, the size of children with various characteristics. 

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus!” Soap spat, disgust dripping from his tone in waves, unending as were the other’s curses, each holding their level of horror and repugnance. His face was wound tight, brows dipped lowly and lips pursed, he balled his fists, anger rising within him with every image he saw, the deplorable conditions and the care given to the monsters —what could they even expect from this shady company engineering monster and human DNA to fit their preferred narrative, for money, for reputation, for strength. “We ‘ave tae do somethin’ about this, Price!”

Soap - Johnny - had always been the more emotional one, letting his good heart lead his decisions when the situation seemed to fit it. His wolf made him more susceptible to emotional attachment, a pack mentality driven deeply into his mind and heart, he was viciously loyal and wore his heart on his sleeve, uncaring of how he’d be hurt by a betrayal, he simply saw the best in the world, something many couldn’t after a while, but Soap could, Johnny was a good man at heart. That’s why he reacted the most out of everyone, voicing his distaste and hate, his need for revenge and the sanctity of the lives being stolen in the facility. 

Soap pushed Price to agree, seeing no reason not to lead the breach, to uncover everything done to innocent lives. His eyes connected to the man hidden in the darkness, his blue eyes gleaming with fierce justice, a contrast to the wraith who lay in silence, abhorrent and seething quietness. Ghost peered at him, head tilted up with white pupils darkened by black eyes, death layering off him with calmness. He gave Soap a curt nod, affirmation for him to continue to voice his mind, to help those in need. 

“Seems like it’s been decided, Kate,” Price gave her a lopsided smirk, amber eyes narrowed with what could be read as anger, teeth sinking into the girth of his cigar, ash falling. “When are we going?”

Her lips parted in a proud grin, eyes gleaming with something dark and wrathful. She leaned on the table, head held high and shoulder broad while she flicked off the projector:

“Wheels up at 1500 tomorrow.”

You stared down the man before you, watching him tremble under your cold gaze, steps hesitant to approach you despite being seated, body prone on the hard floor you called a bed. He was new, possibly recently employed and his boss - or his direct manager - played a dirty game with him. It was some kind of rite of passage for every new employee courageous enough to accept their recruitment, all bright-eyed geniuses wanting to build their place on earth with forthgoing discovery, desperate and narcissistic; yet they were so easily tricked into you cage, locked in by cackling and grinning guards and coworkers. 

He smelled young, fresh-faced and a bit nervous, most were when they first saw you. You remembered everyone who walked in, the smell of fear and anxiety, the disgusting scent oozing off their bodies, rotten and putrid like a rotting corpse. You would’ve gagged and choked if you weren’t used to it, having grown close to the smell of death, calling the reaper your friend. You weren’t bothered by him, only the cart he was wheeling over, a big and heavy cooler that smelled fresh. He was made to bring you food by his boss, a cruel joke played on every new scientist who was always so eager to meet you before cowering in terror once the lock clicked. 

Standing before your third cage, he unlocked the small hatch and, with effort and a loud grunt, pushed the cooler into the hole, big enough for a big cooler but small enough to fit your arm through it. You waited until he stumbled away, distancing him from you before reaching for the container, it was light, weighing little in your palm. They fed you raw meat, sometimes buying the fresh catch of a Belarus hunter, usually an elk or a wild boar, but if they were lucky, a bison or a bear, other times they would have conserved meat shipped from outside the town, bigger cities or outside the border. 

Today was an elk, the meat cold and free of rot, it smelled as good as a fresh kill did, bloody and heady. You ripped into it without care, tuning out the loud retch from the scientist as you gorged on your meal, claws tearing it in half and biting into the bloody meat. Blood rolled down your lip, painting your cheeks crimson and staining the cream-coloured rag they considered a shirt. It would be changed after your meal, as it always was. Despite the elk weighing around six hundred kilograms, you finished it quickly, with pointed teeth cutting and pulling flaps of meat and ligament, blood spraying and dirtying the metal ground near the hatch. 

It was filling, albeit cold. You cleaned your hands of blood, licking it off like a grooming cat, tongue laving over the sharp edge of your claw and under your blunt fingernails. You peered at him from under your lashes, eyes gleaming in the darkness. You watched - pleased with yourself - him shudder, face growing green with unnerve at your show. You knew he was desperate to leave, to get a breath of fresh air outside of your cell, you understood his fear and wanted him to suffer for helping your owner, the man watching over your training, but you wanted him gone before he emptied his stomach on your floor. So you pushed the cooler out, clawed arm breaching past the hatch to leave it farther from your cage. 

He left hastily, legs shaky and face pale. 

“I want a bison next time,” you growled, words rolling off your tongue huskily from its rare use. 

It looked as inconspicuous through the NVGs as it did in the pictures, a few grey buildings built lowly to hide an immense labyrinth dug into the ground, secret passages crossing unending halls with locked doors and tipped with surveillance cameras to watch over the whole facility. They studied the very walls that made this place a secret fortress, from the body to its heart, like mounting a brigade against a castle, Laswell’s team found the few hidden entrances that connected to the lesser-used passages, winding through many hallways and wide vents, big enough for humans but too tight for monsters the size of C34. Task Force 141 led the mission, infiltrating the base under the darkness of night where they could crawl and slink through shadows to catch what they hunted. They were joined by Marines, all experienced and skillful, wearing scars like a badge of honour. It would either be a quick in and out, or a long and strenuous infiltration. 

Price took Gaz and led half of the Marines through the west, breaching the lab from above. They pushed in steadily, relaying information and physical cues to Watcher - Laswell - with a body cam recording everything they saw, the facade they wore above ground, hiding their dark enterprise. Ghost, as usual, has Soap watch his six, following closely behind him with puppy-like loyalty and the other half of the Marines. Team Two’s - Delta - mission started through the underground passage they sniffed out, a long and unwinding hall that went straight through the heart of the facility. Ghost’s team went dark, needing the cover of silence to stay hidden in a highly protected area of the base to run this clandestine mission. They spoke only when needing to, to make calls, to reaffirm intel or to let both Bravo and Watcher know a change, the tech team in the temporary safe house a few miles away from the compound watched through the cams, from the subtle change in the air to a jarring lead to what was happening. 

While Price and Gaz worked on creating a distraction, taking a load off team Delta’s shoulders, they could work through the system faster and more efficiently with the fire taken off their backs and front. It was controlled chaos for both teams, creating a mass discordance within the enemy lines: panicked higher-ups at the sudden attack, while they had a small squad of personal soldiers, they were unprepared, taken by surprise by both teams attacking on two fronts; and confused mercenaries, their quiet and boring schedules made them lose the edge of suspicion, of wariness towards what awaited them and the sheltered job with little to no action apart from a few failed escape attempts by the subjects.

“Delta 0-1 moving in,” Ghost mumbled into the coms, his team following him closely, rifle held tightly with the muzzle pointed forward as they crossed the threshold of section C, heading towards the one holding the monster subjects. 

They left behind them groups of bodies, slumped over the walls or limp on the ground, blood painting the sterilised and glossy walls, turning the once white hall into a grotesque place, dead bodies covering the length of the corridor like the ones they walked through before, leaving the stench of death that even the Marines could sniff out. It wasn’t clean - they weren’t aiming for it to be clean - but they wouldn’t need it to be clean when the Laswell would send a clean-up team to deal with this, Ghost would steal a bite before they arrived, quenching his hunger for revenge with them. 

A few guards stayed to watch over the cells, doors unlocked by a keycard that most guards kept in their back pocket, Ghost would have to take one off a dead body. Under Ghost’s cover, Soap dashed to the other side of the hall, taking a few with him to corner the mercenaries, boxing them into a closed hallway until they all died. Despite a few of the Marines taking shots, bruising the skin under their plate, black and blue blossoming like a bloody flower under the thin layer of skin, they kept their heads high and minds clear, moving forward without a misstep or hesitation. Soap swiped a few cards from the bodies, throwing one to Ghost. 

“Delta 0-1 to Watcher, can you hear me?”

“Solid copy, Ghost,” Laswell voice rang out clearly, reaching his ears in seconds.

“We found the cells,” his eyes roved over them, white paint over thick, cement walls to hold whatever they locked into the cells, perhaps the children the saw or the big one, C34.

“Do you have the keycards?”

“Affirm,” Ghost growled slowly, hearing Laswell's confirmation to continue. “Going in.”

He tapped the pad, a loud beep ringing in their ears as the lock’s mechanism creaked to life, unlatching from its metal hold to let them in. Both he and Soap walked in, leaving the others to watch their backs while they surveyed the first room. It was dimly lit as it was bare of any decorations apart from a visible toilet, a small sink and a few metal beds. It looked like any usual cells they came across, made barren and empty of anything useful to prevent the prisoners from escaping or causing a ruckus, but the people they kept in these cells were children. Soap swore under his breath at the sight of children huddled together, seemingly no older than 12, he lowered his rifle. They were backed into a corner, three older kids holding a younger one in their arms, protecting her from them, from whoever meant to harm these children. 

They looked malnourished, left to slowly rot in these cement boxes until the scientist found something worthwhile in them, their cheeks sunken in, eyes droopy and swollen with bruises - they were beaten, it made something ugly rear its head inside Ghost dead heart - and lips dried. One was armless, having wings that they used to cover both of their cellmates, naked with only feathers covering their body, this one looked more like a harpy than it did human. The two others had arms, both having the lower half of a mammal, neither of them was sure which four-legged mammal it was, but one had a pair of wings, while the other’s back was bare of anything. 

“We’ve found the children.”

You could hear the chaos from your cell, the blaring alarm and the smell of death. The building shook from its foundation, vibration emanating from both the ground floor and the basement, just farther from your hall, the closed and sectioned-off area. They separated you from the defective ones, all your young mistakes they made after achieving success —you. They tried to recreate it, but it never came out how they wanted it. Maybe it was a mistake on their part or maybe it was the lack of a certain gene in their DNA, a subtle difference that you and the rest had. You didn’t want to know and you didn’t want them to succeed a second time, it was painful, the shift, the tests and the change, the storm of pain, terror and confusion weren’t worth this power. 

You could hear the booming sound of gunfire, a loud ricochet of the bullet when the nitrocellulose sparked and sent the bullet outwards, finding its destination in the warm flesh of human guards. You usually enjoyed this kind of chaos if you knew what started it, and laughed when something caused trouble for your captors, but you were cautious of this one. You neither knew who thought to disturb the peace nor did you know who was behind this, their scents strange and the sound of steps unknown. All you knew was that their steps were heavy, out of breath but pushing their way into - what you thought to be - section C. The place they kept the young and willful. 

You might be blinded by your cell, but the guards outside your confinement knew how to talk, their chatter and barking orders loud enough for you to hear through the thick walls. From them, you knew they were strangers, unknown players on your board of pawns. You didn’t know their goal, whether they were here to let you out or keep you in a cage of their making, but you knew they were a gamble on your fate. As the noise got closer, you sat down, crossed your paws and waited, cautiously awaiting to see what your verdict would be.

Strangely enough, there was a different section, separated from the other one by many gates and stricter security, but they were able to break through it. Security was concentrated in one hall as if the monster they locked at the end of this hallway was of big importance. It had higher security, stronger and thicker. Ghost wondered if it was to keep the monster in or keep people out, either way, this meant that they found the thing they first came here for: the trained and dangerous subject C34. 

Ghost was apprehensive about opening this metal door, built taller than any doors he’d seen, it was as wide as it was tall, metres over what would be considered normal for a human or monster, similar to the wide gates that protected British castles, tall and imposing, but the most worrying was it’s vast amount of security measures. He thought back to the blurrier giant he saw in the picture, their shape indescribable and otherworldly, almost alien-like. His eyes met Soap’s reassuring ones, standing steadfast and unyielding to do good in the world. So with a nod, Ghost worked through the locks and scans of the heavy, metal door made to keep this cement cage closed. This door clicked loudly, echoing down the hall with ominous intent, foreseeing something damming and destructive. 

Yet they hadn’t expected to see another cage within the cage, a box made of reinforced glass, large and robust and inside of it was another cage, a rough metal one with bars for walls, a sick joke of a bird’s gilded cage. It would’ve seemed almost exaggerated to have three layers - three different cages - to keep one subject safely locked up until he caught sight of the monster. Lying on the cold, metal ground with legs folded in, tail curled around them and staring at both him and Soap with cautious curiosity. It looked like a gryphon if it were more reptilian than a mammal, this monster had a human torso, a head wearing a stoic expression, dressed in rags. Where there would normally be legs was the body of a bird, an eagle perhaps from the golden-brown plumage and reptilian legs from the knee down, followed by a fully scaled back, hind legs and a strong tail. Each toe was tipped with a sharp claw, big and deadly if it got its hands on someone, it could easily rip into anyone without putting in much effort. The biggest thing about it was the folded wings, feathered and equipped with a talon. If it could fly, these wings would be powerful. 

He understood why they kept it locked, it was neither man, monster or hybrid. It was a beast of human creation, a creature made to be at the peak of its condition. It was smart, he could see it, the glint in its eyes and the pursed lips, mien kept monotone and calm —observant. 

What did Laswell sign them into? 

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[the-faceless-bride]

can i have yandere clawd and deuce poly 😪 iltsm( i love yr writing ur one of my fav writers btw 💞)

Omg. I love both of them so much. 🥩🐍 Bluckle the FUCK up, it's a long one. I love them so much. I gave each their own section as to how this started, then the poly together. If you want more of them... Please... Please ask me. P.s. sorry about all the monster puns, I couldn't help myself

🌕New Ghoul in School🐍

Warnings: OOC Clawd, OOC Duce, OOC Cleo?, OOC Draculaura? Clawd being a kicked puppy, yandere content, controlling behavior, turning to stone, non-con hugging, cuddling and Kisses, forced closeness, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR!, accusations of cheating, emotional cheating?

Characters : Clawd × Reader × Duce

Proof read : nope

Requested?: yes

You had just transferred from your normie school, Turns out people are so accepting of finding out you're a monster. So you transferred to Monster High, and being a new ghoul didn't seem so hard until you tripped an orange werecats tail and she picked a fight with you...

"and just Who, do you think you are? I don't know how you are your Normie friends play, but you don't want to mess with me Ghoul. I'll make you sorry-"

"why don't you go and pick on someone your own size Torilie?"

"yeah, Dude. Not cool."

🐾🐍 • and that's how it started. Just two Mansters defending the New Ghoul. They knew Torilie was one to pick fights and figured they would help you stay out of trouble for the time being. And the three of you became three peas in a pod. And while you all thought it was great, their Ghoulfriends... Had other ideas.

🐍🕶️ • Cleo started having problems as soon as you had arrived. Your first day she already knew who you were, what you were, where you came from, and if you were cool enough to be popular and associate with the Ghouls she does. And she deemed you not worthy. And that was putting a strain on your friendship.

🐍🕶️ • Duce was grown increasingly tired and frustrated. He loved Cleo, he did. But she could be... Emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausting. When they go out he has to change his personality to not embarrass her, she dictates who can can hang out with and when, and he has to constantly hear from her that he should be doing as she asks and says and do it happily as she goes against what her family wants to be with him. He doesn't want to do that anymore. He wants to be able to Shoot Hoops with Clawd, sit with Jackson at lunch, and talk about the Hissstory test. Listen to whatever playlist Holt made or play dodgeball with Slow Mo. Without Cleo saying when he can and can't.

But he just can't leave her. He's become so dependent on her. Hell, the last time She went to Scarise without him, he nearly went crazy as he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave Cleo. Even if he wanted to... Unless. Maybe he didn't need to be dependent on her. Maybe. He could be dependent on you.

🐍🕶️ • Duce began to test the waters, which was the start of his obsession. For example at lunch when Cleo tells him to get the green eyed Salad and a water, he'll then turn around and ask you... Sometimes when you feel the burn of Cleo's raging stare you won't respond or say the same as Cleo, but on the days you don't pay attention or to stressed to care you recommend the meat plant sandwich and the yummy razzberry soda pop you've been drinking the past few days. And he'll pick your recommendation. And it Infuriates Cleo. He likes that with you, he has a choice, where Cleo demands and tells. You offer and recommend.

🐍🕶️ • this intimately ends in an explosive argument that Spectra has a field day covering. And Duce does something, not him. Her. Or anyone else in the school say coming. "I'm breaking up with you Cleo." a long still silence fills the halls as everyone takes a moment to process what he just said. Before Cleo screams and storms away, and Duce... Doesn't feel as heartbroken as he thought he should.

🐍🕶️ • Duce starts spending most if not all his free time with you and Clawd, well. Mostly you as Clawd gets called from Draculaura a lot. And while he's sad he can't spend more time with Clawd he's happy to spend time with you. You help groom his snakes, you help him pick which sunglasses he should wear each day, (even though they are all just different shades of red) as well as his many band sweaters. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially with Spectra's gossip site.

"Duce trades princess for new Ghoul?! Stay tuned for the possible new hot relationship??"

🐾🌕 • when Clawd first met you he thought you were great! He got a new friend to hang out with! Sure Manny, Heath, Gill, and Duce we're cool but Clawd has a thing for fashion and self-care, that's not something he really talks about with them BUT that's OK! cuz now he can talk about it with you! He ended up spending a bit of free time with you, anytime Draculaura was out and shopping or just Fanging out with her Ghoulfriends or catching up with her Cousin, he would spend his afternoon with you. Getting his hair straightened and trimmed, getting manicures so his nails don't get too sharp and ridged. And eventually, when he's comfortable with you, he'll start playing games. Like fetch or chase. The only issue is that when Duce started to come around more and Cleo trying to keep him on a leash, slowly Draculaura started calling him and needed him more and more. He didn't think much of it, until Duce's big breakup with Cleo. A week later Draculaura wouldn't leave him alone for a second, and anytime you started approaching she took his hand and pulled him in another direction.

🐾🌕 • it started becoming draining, he loves spending time with his Ghoulfriend. He truly did. But not when every two seconds she was hinting and implying all the time he spent with you was him creeping around behind her back. Nothing he did or said made her change her mind, now everything he did seemed to set her off. She was so paranoid, that he went out of his way to make her a gift to show that he loved her, but he accidentally made it worse, he had to try and hold back tears and puppy cries as she said, "Bad Clawd!" over and over while tugging his ear. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, he just made a new friend. You nor him did anything. So why was she being like this?

Any attempts to talk about it were shut down, as she tried keeping him away from you. And he just couldn't take it anymore, he liked being clingy but he was clingy because he genuinely wanted to be around his partner not just sticking to them like glue-watching like a hawk to 'catch them in the act'. He would go as far as to say this was worse than the time he was dumped for Valentine the love manipulator.

🐾🌕 • Clawd began to confide in you, Draculaura wouldn't listen to him so he was happy you did. He spent hours just sitting under a tree at the back of the school with you, drawing doodles in the dirt, ears tucked back to his head as he vented about his feelings and how the recent arguments had affected him, you tried to help every time. But eventually, word got to Draculaura about your little meetings, and stormed over one day with her ghoulfriends in toe.

Both you and Clawd had to endure the burning glare of the Ghouls, Draculaura ranting and raving and ultimately giving him an ultimatum. You or her. And Clawd's ears pinned flat to his head, he didn't want to lose his Ghoulfriend but he didn't want to lose you either. But before he could answer Draculaura said something that gave him the push to his ultimate answer. "ugh, I should've known! A guy hangs out with other guys like him! And Duce is a lying, dirty, cheater and so are you! And this new Ghoul sure has some nerve to go around sneaking with other Mansters knowing they are dating someone! If that's the kind of Manster you are Clawd then maybe... Eh *hick* MaYbe we shouldn't Be togEther!" a moment passes where Clawd looks down into Draculaura's wet violet eyes, sighs, then answers. "maybe we shouldn't." the ghoul's Gasp and Draculaura sobs, "FINE! WE ARE OVER!"

🐾🌕 • Clawd thought relieved he wouldn't be interrogated every day and being told he's bad, he's still heartbroken that the Ghoul he thought he'd spend his life with was gone. He clung to you and Duce for security and long talks to make him feel better and eventually, he did. Clawd was back to his peppy, wide-eyed, excitable self again. In fact, he's the happiest he's been. His mood wasn't Even shaken when he found out Draculaura had begun dating his sister, he just didn't care. He was happy.

🐾🌕 • It wasn't until a late-night Chat; that you and Clawd had stayed over at Duce's house after seeing a new skinwalker Scareitage Boovie that Clawd discovered that not only He had feelings for you but so did Duce... And well, he had always liked Duce maybe even more than just a bro, but this changed everything. And they agreed. A scarily wonderful idea...

"Vampy puts doggy out for good? Or does Doggy like the Dog house with his chew toy?"

🐍🐾 • now Duce and Clawd are softer yandere's than the normal. But that doesn't mean they won't use force if they need to. Duce is a Dependant, laid-back, stalker-type yandere. He's ok with letting you have wiggle room as long as he knows where you are at all times and can get to you in a short period. Whereas Clawd is a Clingy, overprotective, worshiper-type Yandere. Clawd wants to be near you all the time if you let him, but he's ok with letting you go for a while as long as he has Duce he always knows where you are because Duce knows, if at any point Duce doesn't know for some reason or he's not around Duce to find out, he'll use his nose to track you down.

🐍🐾 • You probably wouldn't know they are yandere's unless you start trying to spend more time with others that aren't them. The more you try and hang out with Operetta and Cupid they start to get a little more aggressive and demanding of your time and attention. Which can trigger some alarm bells that something isn't right. The best thing would be to try and talk and compromise they are willing to do that as long as you promise to let them keep tabs "for safety reasons," and you spend time with them immediately after.

🐍🐾 • after a month or two they start to be more openly affectionate and act like a Throuple, it went over your head at first with Duce's laid-back attitude and Clawd's over-excitable personality being normal, but the more Clawd wanted to play fetch and hug you, and Duce constantly being around you despite having the freedom to hang out with his other dudes you start to get the idea they might be romantically interested.

🐍🐾 • You opened to the idea, and the relationship seemed to be working well... Until they started to become, overwhelming. Clawd always over your shoulder, Duce always seeming to know where you are... Even when you didn't tell him where you were. And things took a turn when you tried to tell them you needed space. "You're... Breaking up... With us?" you sputtered, you definitely didn't answer and deny fast enough as you felt your body start to stiffen and cold. Duce had turned you to stone. Clawd whimpered while holding your cold stiff stone body, "im sorry sweetheart. But we can't have you running from us. Just be good ok? Please?" after that you'd been chained to them by that point. Nobody would've believed you if you told them the school's Cool guy and oversized puppy were forcing you into a relationship...

🐍🐾 • they aren't too harsh on punishments. For the most part. Once you tried to run away once, you waited for a moment to be alone before printing off trying to get somewhere, anywhere but there. But you forgot who you were dealing with and Clawd chased you down. Clawd's punishments involve many forced hugs, kisses, and closeness. If he shows how much he loves you at some point you'll see it's true and love him too! Right?

Duce will turn you to stone anytime he gets an idea you're about to run off. He makes Clawd drag you to his house. Which takes a lot of manipulation and convincing. Clawd doesn't want to lock you away to be alone. He wants you to be around them! But Duce scares him into going along with it. Even sometimes provokes him to anger to be more willing to lock you in a dirty old basement.

🐍🐾 • overall. As long as you stay and promise to love them, and don't mind clinginess it's a cute relationship... But if you reject them, you'll spend a lot of time in an old basement in Duce's home, alive but unable to move. To feel. Or scream.

#monster x reader #yandere monster #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster high headcanons #monster high x reader #monster!reader #clawd wolf x reader #clawd wolf #Duce x reader #Monster high clawd x reader #Monster high Duce x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere poly #Monster boyfriends x reader

[gatitties]

Slippery

─One Punch Man x child!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: a small part of the beginning of saitama's career as a hero and… you being there to annoy more than help

─Warnings: bad language for a child, typical violence in opm

so… this was going to be another of my fanfics on wattpad but I left it on hold, but I thought I would share here the little that I managed to write 👍🏻

"AHHHHH! A MONSTER!"

"Someone call a hero!"

"Evacuate the area immediately!"

You walked humming, swinging the worn wicker basket you held in your small hand, ignoring the terrified screams of the people, more focused on remembering the things you had to get to eat due to your poor memory and poor ability to pay attention to anything for more than two seconds.

"Bread, meat, milk and cookies."

You mumbled, counting on your fingers at the same time you said the food, you almost tripped over a crack in the asphalt, your attention was stolen when you saw how a small plant came out into the light from the broken cement, you shook your head concentrating on your errand.

"Bread, meat, milk…"

You frowned, putting on a sour expression at the missing ingredient, you continued muttering the now three ingredients to yourself, staring at the ground with such concentration that if you had lasers you would surely have destroyed the asphalt. So focused on remembering what you were missing while you looked down that you didn't realize you hit something hard, someone.

"Hey… aren't you lost, girl? There are monsters out there who like sweet girls like you."

You frowned, looking up to see some kind of monster with no eyes, a big toothy mouth on what seemed to be his face and he was only wearing pants, you made a disgusted face when you saw how he smiled, they always told you not to talk with strangers.

"Bread, meat…"

You began to sweat when the shadow of the monster you had ignored was projected over your smaller body, although your concern was that you had forgotten another of the ingredients again, you didn't even flinch when he lifted your arm a few minutes after you accepted that you would never remember what you had to buy again.

"Don't ignore someone when they talk to you, brat!"

"Shut up, shit, because of you I forgot the purchase."

"Huh!? You have a big mouth for a child, mmh, one of my favorites snacks…"

Your face contorted as you watched his large tongue move from side to side, starting to salivate, and you completely lost your nerve when his tongue grazed your cheek to taste you. You were going to kick him but before you could, the monster stopped, he turned away from you as if you had the plague.

"What the hell!? Bleagh- that's disgusting, you taste sour."

"Heh, die."

"What the hell are you- AAAAAHHHH-!?"

You covered your ears so as not to hear the screams of the idiot who had tried to eat you, if only he had looked closer he would have noticed your pointy ears as well as the small antennae that appeared when he caught you, antennae which you took care of hiding again. The guy's tongue started to melt as if he had licked pure acid, it wasn't really your fault, he was the one who activated your involuntary defense method.

You thought about leaving the area, since people had fled and the store you wanted to go to was just around the corner, but thinking about it again that could only mean one thing… free food! You were already struggling to get the money, either by stealing it or searching in some places where there might be money, you had been living on the streets for as long as you can remember, but it's not like you remember much of it either.

One day you simply woke up in a collapsed building, you were completely intact but covered in a slimy slime that avoided and withstood thousands of debris, how or what happened before that is a mystery to you, the only thing you know is that now you are what that people consider a monster, you don't remember being one before either, so you assumed that at some point you were human.

But you got used to it, that happened about two years ago, when you were eight years old, in that period of time you got used to wandering the streets of city Z, you found several shelters with some friendly monsters, but they always got into trouble and got caught by some hero, luckily you escaped from the social vigilantes because your appearance was still like that of a girl your age, not counting the antennae and pointed ears. For one thing, you learned to hide your antennae, and pointy ears weren't so uncommon in this world.

As for your strange viscosity, it was not a problem unless your body detected danger, if that were to happen ─like now─ your body would react immediately, covering you in that acidic and strangely hard slime when you tried to hit it, as if was a non-Newtonian fluid, you considered yourself a slippery person because of that, you always managed to escape from all the trouble you got into.

"Let's see… bread… bread and… oh! Pockys!"

Your mind completely forgetting the mental list you made once you entered the empty store, having the palate of a child, your mouth watered at the sight of all the junk food you promised you weren't going to eat, but who cares? You already forgot that promise you made with yourself.

You left a couple of hours later, taking the opportunity to eat and rest there, the night was falling when you walked with a bag of groceries, ─completely different from what you were looking for at first─ you swung your feet while humming, singing a random song in your mind until, for the second time that day you bumped into someone, this time you tripped over your feet, falling on your ass to the ground.

"Oh? What are you doing out so late? We agreed that you had a curfew." you puffed out your cheeks, hugging the shopping bag, looking away as if you were angry with the person in front of you, who turned out to be an acquaintance "Mmhh? Have you gone shopping alone? Don't tell me… have you stolen from my savings again?"

"Of course not! I have my own savings, baldy."

A vein bulged on Saitama's forehead, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt as he dragged you down the street like a scolded puppy, though your brow was furrowed by his accusation ─which could have been true another time─ you smiled inwardly.

Wandering around Z city wasn't as bad as you thought, at least not since a couple of months ago you met a man who had a bald spot brighter than your future, you became attached to him from the first day you saw him for several reasons. One, he didn't seem to care about your appearance as a monster, two, he's bald, you didn't need a justification for this reason, it was simply a plus point in your mind, three, they had a place you could stay the night.

Poor Saitama tried to get rid of you in various ways, but you seemed like a leech, clinging to him whenever you could, and deep down in his heart, he felt sorry for a child having to wander the cold streets without something to call 'home' or 'family', even though with each passing day he lost more ability to feel emotions, he was still human, and he thought that maybe some company wouldn't hurt, of course, he was grateful that you were completely independent of him most of it.

"And then I ran into a fucking ugly-as-a-bit monster-"

"Hey, hey! What did I tell you about using that language?!" Saitama choked on his ramen as he listened to you talk about what you had been doing while walking the streets, scolding you one of many times for using those types of expressions or words that someone your age shouldn't be using "Have you been watching that show again? I told you it was for older people."

"No I don't-"

Before you could continue speaking, you burped, making Saitama step back, looking at you with narrowed eyes, you clicked your tongue, pouting because you had been discovered, Saitama discovered that whenever you lie your stomach fills with gas and it usually comes out in the form of belch, there had to be something bad with being a monster.

You got up when you noticed how Saitama was stirring on his futon, looking amused at how he seemed to fight in his dreams, you decided to leave him to go back to sleep but your stomach growled, leaving sleep aside you went to the kitchen, grabbing a stool to reach the drawer where he told you that you could leave your food.

You returned to the living room to find that he had already woken up from his exciting dream, hitting the clock that went flying, shattering against the wall, voices outside the building made Saitama spring into action, jumping off the balcony looking excited as you picked up the remains of the poor watch.

"And there goes the fifth clock of the week… rest in peace."

You mumbled, closing the trash can, making a mental note to get another alarm clock at some point, if you don't forget, returning to see a Saitama completely devastated emotionally by another easily won battle, you patted him on the back to comfort him, he went to do his morning routine while you turned on the TV, hoping to find a good show.

After a while, you saw that Saitama seemed focused on watering the plants on the balcony, taking advantage of the fact that he seemed quite focused on his thoughts, you smiled maliciously, tuning into the program that you were forbidden to watch.

"What sons of bitches…"

"They've killed Kenny!"

You spent a while watching the program, even though you barely understood the jokes, or even the meaning of most of the words, but you were only doing it for educational purposes, knowledge is power and you needed to know more words to have a rigorous vocabulary, so even though you contradictorily only repeated the insults without knowing their true meaning or impact.

"Hey little bug…" you froze feeling the anger emanating from Saitama's body, you slowly turned your head with sweat running down your cheek, used to the man giving you the nickname 'little bug' because of your antennae "pass me the spray of mosquitoes, I don't know where I put it and I'm starting to get angry."

His teeth gnashed as he heard the sound of a mosquito fluttering around the living room. You ran for the spray, sighing in relief that he hadn't noticed the TV show which you quickly switched to the news, the anchor's voice covering the noise Saitama did when trying to kill the mosquito, although he was equally attentive to the television.

"Massive mosquito plague? Yeah of course."

You shrugged, you didn't care about the mosquitoes, after all you could eat them if they were too annoying, of course, unfortunately you partially lost your taste by turning into a monster, which bothered you a little but made it so you could eat any kind of thing, not only because you wouldn't feel the horrible taste, but because your gastric juices could melt anything.

You paid more attention to how there were more and more veins on Saitama's forehead when you saw that he couldn't catch the mosquito, you let out a snort of surprise when you saw how he was unable to kill the mosquito, you rolled your eyes, getting up from the couch.

"Watch and learn!" you patted the space right where that insect was, smiling proudly when you saw that the buzzing stopped, however just a second later your smile was erased "Huh?"

Once again the persistent hum echoed through the silent house, which became a battlefield to try to kill that small animal, you reached the point where you were not able to kill it either, getting on your nerves just like Saitama, so pissed off that you even went running down the street chasing it to kill it, although the only one who ran was Saitama, since you climbed on his shoulders while pointing and shouting at the fleeing mosquito.

However, while he concentrated on continuing to run after the insect, your eyes moved upwards, seeing a large black cloud, you grimaced in disgust as you heard the humming sound emanating from there.

"What is that cloud?"

The bald man stopped as he finally noticed the large black mass in the sky, your attention now directed towards what seemed to be a robot that was already there before, his expression was serious and analytical, he spoke with a bit of concern seeping into his words.

"You! hide somewhere safe, the mosquitoes are being controlled by someone, if she sees you I'm sure she will attack you."

"Oh Really…?"

Saitama sweated at the thought of the swarm, but before neither you nor he could react, the large mass of insects rushed towards the street where you were, however a great flash made you close your eyes, your body was covered in slime, although you slid off the man's shoulders because you had no hair to hold on to, ending up on the ground, admiring the robot's heroic pose, although your attention went elsewhere when you went to check if Saitama was okay, you stifled a laugh at the sight of his buttocks exposed.

"Hey, you saved me, you're great! how did you do that? Your laser is more effective against mosquitoes than the sprays I have."

The cyborg did not have time to say anything when he began to be attacked by the mosquito girl, almost destroying the poor boy until Saitama slapped the woman, killing her instantly, complaining about how the mosquitoes bothered him, leaving speechless to the blonde.

"W-Wait a minute!" you raised an eyebrow while Saitama turned his head to see what was left of the poor boy who continued talking "I'm a cyborg, I've been fighting in the name of justice! They call me Genos! Please tell me your name."

"Huh? I am Saitama why?"

"Let me be your disciple!"

"Ah… ok."

You put on a blank expression when you saw how the bald man left as if nothing had happened, stopping for a moment to see if you would follow him to return home, you sighed, shaking your head at his attitude, you knew that he had not heard anything of the cyborg's words, you already knew how was this going to end.

"Goodbye Genos, see you at home!"

You smiled at the boy, who seemed conflicted at the sight of you, his system detecting you as a monster but arguing with himself over the fact that you looked like someone harmless. He would have to look into it later, after all he wanted to eradicate evil and if you were, you couldn't be an exception.

You hid a smile as you saw how the young adult showed up at the apartment, Saitama in disbelief as he looked through the half-open door.

"Master."

"You really came… um, what's your name?"

"It's Genos, Master Saitama."

"Could you stop calling me master?"

"Teacher!"

"Don't call me that either…"

Saitama looked down at you, looking for silent help, you looked at him with a shrug, making him sigh completely exhausted, he opened the door letting the cyborg in, you smiled at his action, running towards the kitchen to grab three cups of tea, the two boys following you inside, Saitama pouring the tea into the cups while Genos analyzed his surroundings, glancing at you from time to time.

"Go home when you finish your tea, I don't want any disciples."

"Master, what kind of artificial parts do you use?"

"I don't use any."

"Huh? So what's that skin-colored armor on your head?"

You spit out the tea you were drinking, choking on laughter, coughing uncontrollably as Saitama patted your back with a blank stare.

"It's called skin…"

"But that means that you are bald even though you are young."

You spit out the drink again, choking for the second time, receiving more pats on the back a little more aggressively for Saitama's outburst at the mention of his baldness.

"So what if I'm bald?! What's your problem anyway?"

"My problem? Will you listen to me master?"

"Uh, no thanks."

Ignoring the lack of enthusiasm to hear his tortuous past, Genos gave a long sigh, beginning to tell his story, you tried to pay attention but halfway through the story your attention simply went elsewhere, ignoring his words until he was interrupted.

"You talk a lot! Summarize everything you have to say in a short sentence of about ten words maximum, you can't even get a child to pay attention to you."

Saitama pointed at you, completely oblivious to their chatter as you had grabbed some Legos to entertain yourself from Genos' boring story, the cyborg analyzed the situation, taking a few seconds with his eyes closed until he seemed to get the appropriate internal response.

"Master, summarizing this, what I want to say, please teach me how to become as strong as you."

"Genos."

"Yes, sir!"

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen, sir."

"You're young… I'm sure you'll surpass me easily."

"Really?"

"I am twenty-five but I started training at twenty-two in the summer three years ago, I have no problem teaching you… but it will be hard, are you ready for this?"

"Yes, sir!"

You blinked in confusion as you saw Genos moving quickly, crouching in the hallway of the small house as he muttered that he detected something approaching at high speed, you thought he was simply having a short circuit or something and continued building your Lego castle, unfortunately a monster shaped of mantis broke the ceiling, causing the pieces of your castle to scatter throughout the room, your antennae came to light due to your anger.

"My name is-"

You smiled as you watched Saitama destroy that monster before it could even introduce itself as some kind of villain.

"Pay my roof!"

"And rebuild my castle!"

You joined the violence by kicking the remains of the mantis corpse, angry at the intrusion that had destroyed your mood, you were prepared to spit acid at whoever had dared to destroy your work of art made of plastic pieces joined together.

"There are more of them outside."

Genos warned, they both left faster than you and when you arrived Saitama had already done all the work, kicking the butt of what seemed to be some frog and slug monsters, you sighed thinking that everything was solved, however something caught Saitama and buried him leaving only his head outside the ground.

"Ma-Master!"

"This feels weird… it's like I'm a plant growing in concrete or something."

You laughed at his comparison, ignoring the worried cyborg you pretended to water the bald man with an imaginary watering can, he smiled vaguely at you, the moment of tranquility was short-lived when a gorilla covered in armor appeared on the scene, without realizing it you were also buried on the ground when you were distracted watching the fight between Genos and the robot gorilla.

"Oh, a kitten."

You muttered carelessly as you saw how another Lion-shaped monster threatened Saitama with ripping his eyes out of their sockets, you also watched as a mole came out of the ground, probably the culprit for both of you being with your body underground. You enjoyed the strange sensation while the other two fought, almost falling asleep because of how comfortable it was, unfortunately Saitama and Genos finished off the enemies too quickly.

"Hey, can you get out of there alone? We are going to resolve some issues with a weird scientist."

"Yes, don't worry, can I go with you?"

The two looked at each other and shrugged, Genos did a quick analysis of your constants and abilities now that he could see your true form and knew that you would have no problem defending yourself, Saitama already knew that you were completely self-sufficient on your own. You took their indifference as an affirmation and covered your body in slime so you could better get out of the place where you were buried so you could go to that scientist's base.

After a brief interrogation of the robot gorilla, a few threats here and there to summarize the backstory of this whole situation, the boys got the exact location of that scientist called Doctor Genus. You climbed onto Genos' shoulders because at least you could hold on to his hair if you fell, it didn't take you long to reach that base of operations in the middle of the forest, although the cyborg destroyed the entire building as soon as he arrived.

"Dude, what are you doing so suddenly?"

"I found this most efficient way to eliminate them in one fell swoop."

"Yeah, well, but at least you could have given them the opportunity to try something…"

You nodded at Saitama's words, also because you felt like kicking someone's ass for destroying your Lego castle. You found a trapdoor in the floor that led to some underground tunnels and you entered without thinking twice. Your antennas began to move restlessly and the lights in the hallway began to go out while heavy, fast footsteps were heard getting closer. When you focused your sight, you saw a large beetle? With a guy in his hand, he was advancing towards you at full speed, although both you and Genos were pushed aside with a big slap.

"How rude, oh is this your right leg or your left?"

You whined even though your slime kept you from getting hurt, you were trying to pull the cyborg out of the wall but you accidentally ripped off his leg by pulling on it, his joints were twisted at painful angles if he were human, you put everything back together in place and you immediately went to the room where Saitama and the beetle were going to fight, but you couldn't care less, you knew what was going to happen so you decided to take a walk around the huge basement.

You didn't find anything really entertaining, at least not something that managed to hold your attention for more than a minute, except for a simple lava lamp that you found in a kind of bedroom, you stopped to look at the different experiments briefly and simply went back and hoping that they had ended the fight once and for all, you were beginning to feel tired and wanted to sleep if possible in a comfortable place.

"What the hell…?"

You muttered with a blank expression as you saw Genos' afro hair and how Saitama was being beaten, although it didn't take long for him to deliver his famous punch and destroy the monster into little pieces, while he screamed in frustration.

"Today is the special discount day!"

Of course, now you understand why the man's frustration, he couldn't miss a day of sales in the supermarkets, you didn't complain about the urgency when you left, leaving the doctor completely emotionally destroyed by the destruction of his most lethal creation, you walked towards Genos jumping with joy at coming home to take a nap, he looked at you in silence, crouching down since he knew you would ask him again if he could carry you on his shoulders. In this little time together he convinced himself that you wouldn't be a threat, despite being a monster, you had no evil in you, at least, not towards innocent people.

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Monster!Reader (Part 4)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Manipulation, Phycological Horror, Forced Amnesia, Light Gore, Dismemberment, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Broken Limbs, Poorly translated Russian, Character Death (background), Mentions of eating people (not technically cannibalism since the reader isn’t a human), Traditionally female monsters but reader is kept GN.

A/N: I uh, got a little bit darker with this one. And I’ll give credit where credit is do. @ghouljams I didn’t do it on purpose but when I was proofreading Roach’s part I realized it sounded a lot like Threat. It was a complete fucking accident 🖐.

König - Pixie

The heat around him was suffocating him, especially with his mask on. The sweat soaking through the fabric and making it stick to his face. Troublesome, making him unable to focus on the target through the scope of the rifle. So he opted to simply tear it off, careful to keep it within reach should he need it. But he hadn’t realized that in doing so, he left himself vulnerable to the many bugs surrounding him. Mosquitoes especially, annoying little things that he had to keep smushing.

And when he felt something soft and light brush against his cheek, he didn’t even think before he smacked it, startled by the crunch of something and a cry of pain. Loud in his ear but quiet when he pulled his hand away to see….you. Clutching your bent leg, one of your shimmering wings at an odd angle, sobbing your heart out in the palm of his hand, clearly in quite a bit of pain. He panicked, forgetting the fact that this was a very weird situation and that five minutes ago he didn’t even know that pixies existed, just cooing to you and gently trying to examine you, jumping when you screamed as he brushes his fingertip against your wing.

“*Tut mir leid!” He cried, probably a bit too loudly considering the way you jumped in fear, curling in on yourself the best you could. A scared little injured mouse in the paw of the fierce lion. “It’s okay. Shh, I will help you, *Kleines Glühwürmchen. Don’t be afraid. *Es tut mir so leid.”

He pulled you close to his chest, shushing you even as you beat at his fingers with your tiny body, kicking with your good leg, biting, and scratching at him as he placed you in a pocket of his vest, clicking it shut so you couldn’t fall out when he moved. He still had a job to do, but he promises he’ll take care of you afterwards! Bandage you up and get you back to perfect health again. He hoped those pretty wings of yours weren’t as fragile as they looked, hoped that they would heal so you could fly around again.

If not, well, he’d just have to keep taking care of you.

Roach - Jorōgumo

How you two met was kind of a mystery to Roach, like a haze had taken over his mind. He remembered soft lips, music, flashing lights. Did he drink? He must have. It was the only thing that could rationalize the pure confusion that night brought up. All he knew was that he woke up to you lazily stroking at his head, and it felt like coming home. Like safety and love. So fuzzy with the feeling that he doesn’t even question when you stay in his home, when you crawl into his bed at night and kiss at his neck. Just giggle when he slurs out how much he loves you, how he can’t live without you. The feeling so overpowering that nothing began to feel real except for the touch of you.

He doesn’t remember his friends anymore, his brothers in arms. Their names forgotten somewhere in the back of his mind. Sometimes the thought of them itches at him, scratches at his skull like a rat in a jar. Incessantly, loudly, painfully. He’ll ask you, voice softened by a headache that pounds in his frontal lobe, if you know what he’s forgotten. But all you do is smile and kiss his cheek, and suddenly all those worries and the pain just fade away, putting him right back into that place of cotton candy sweet happiness and love.

He doesn’t notice the near invisible strings that wrap tighter and tighter around him everyday, cinching around his neck like a noose but never really biting into him. And your eyes always sparkling with poorly hidden mirth as he scratched at his neck, asking if you saw a hair that he couldn’t get. He believes you when you say no, doesn’t question you when you lick along that same line that night.

Ignorance is bliss, and he’d do anything to stay in your arms.

Rudy - Witch

Rudy didn’t encounter you first hand for a long time but he found traces of you everywhere for months on end. Short curly hairs in his food, strange animals watching him from behind buildings and trees, and the ever present feeling of eyes watching him. Always the eyes, daggers digging into his back, reminding him of how he was never alone. Always watched. It was unnerving but also….comforting. On his loneliest nights, on his most dangerous missions, those eyes were always watching him. Keeping him company.

Some days he woke up swearing he felt the warmth of you at his side. The shape of your body denting his mattress, the weight of your arm tossed over his waist, the feel of your legs tangling with his. It was maddening as much as it was exhilarating and he couldn’t stop the wave of pure lust that rolled through him, needing to stroke his heavy and aching cock while those feelings still remained. Eyes rolling back in his head when he felt a phantom tongue lick the cum off his belly after he’d finished himself off.

But of course not everything can be so hot for Rudy. There are things that start to scare him. Nightmares of creatures looming over his bed, the vague shape of people in the dark corners of his room, sleep paralysis, and of course the sudden death or dismemberment of the people around him.

A too aggressive superior grabs his shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, and he loses that same hand in a freak accident with a shredder. A kind recruit bumps shoulders with him in the hallway and has half of her body burned during a mission. A man in a bar flirts with him and ends up dead in an alleyway, his own cock ripped off and shoved down his throat, eyes gouged out of his head, and his heart missing from his chest cavity.

That last one might be what scares Rudy most. As he’d woken up to a box on his bedside table, the vital organ still beating in the pretty red paper around it. But most horrifying was that he….wasn’t upset by it. Found his own heart swelling with affection as he reached out to touch it, feeling cold fingers creep along the back of his neck, leaving bloody trails. It felt like love sinking into his very soul.

Nikto - Rusalka

Nikto couldn’t remember how he got to the lake. Couldn’t remember why he wanted to be at the lake. But here he stood, at the water’s edge, peering into the dark depths of it, moonlight shining on the surface. Soft slow waves lapping at the tips of his boots like a dog welcoming him home. Was this home? Nothing felt like it anymore. Nothing made him feel safe and warm and comforted, all the things people described as home. Nothing but that big moon, staring down at him. The chill of the breeze nipping at his cheeks through his mask, and the gentle touch of a hand reaching out to stroke at the small patch of skin on his ankle not covered by his pants or socks.

“I’ve missed you.” He heard you whisper, and he couldn’t even bring himself to listen to the voices in his head whispering that it was a lie. Your voice somehow overpowered them. It was the only thing that did. “*Мой сладкий ягненок. Step a little closer.” You beg, voice soft and pleading, ringing in his head like the wind chimes his Babushka used to hang around her house. He couldn’t deny you.

Slowly, carefully, he stepped deeper into the water, your approving hum vibrating through his bones. Deeper and deeper he waded, but never seemed to reach you. Not until the water was at his neck, your unnaturally sharp teeth glinting just below the surface of the waves.

“*хороший мальчик.” You whispered, the words making his heart pound despite the cold’s best attempts at making his blood slow. He sighed as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him forward until his face was nestled in the crook of your neck, humming a soft lullaby in his ear. He never understood why you didn’t kill him. Why didn’t drag him down into the watery depths like so many men before him but….he was glad for it. Glad to spend another day cradled in your arms, fingers slipping under his mask to tenderly trace his scars.

And if one day you changed your mind, then he’d be just as glad to be in his watery grave. His bones lining your nest, his flesh nourishing you, his very soul haunting you for the rest of your life, your guardian forevermore. Oh, what bliss.

*Tut mir leid! = I’m sorry!

*Kleines Glühwürmchen. = Little Firefly. (Also can mean Glowworm but the intention is Firefly.)

*Es tut mir so leid. = I’m so sorry

*Мой сладкий ягненок. = My sweet lamb.

*хороший мальчик. = Good boy.

#cod #call of duty #monster!reader #König #könig x reader #gary roach sanderson #Gary Roach Sanderson x reader #Rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #Nikto #nikto x reader

[hana-no-seiiki]

why does ‘it’ give me so much gender euphoria? i’ve been reading way too much monster! reader fics.

anyways have an old fic of mine from quotev i never got to continue writing lolz have fun. next chapters will be posted on yoru-no-seiiki if ever.

LOVE MULTIPLIED : MONSTER

PROLOGUE:

THE BEAST.

IT WAS A BEING WITH NO NAME, no face, no identity in this world except the cruel things it was designated as by the people it tormented.

By all intents, constructions and purposes, the being was an enigma to humankind. An enigma of atypically molded flesh and bone ; of blood; of darkness — of the heavens and the universe.

When it awoke on this planet, it already knew its purpose.

To tear down humanity’s knowledge that edged far too close to the divine the being called its creator.

Yet, it had underestimated the tenacity of these new creations. 

It had taken them centuries, sure. A number of years enough to carry half a dozen generations. But they had won against it.

It was a being with nothing but the overflowing intent to destroy humanity —

So that one day it may build it back up again to where it will stay juvenile and naïve for eternity.

“You have been captured, Alien. There’s no use to this.” A human that the others called a scientist spoke. They watched with focused eyes, and the creature was almost sure they did not stop to blink for a second.

Alien. It was one of the things humanity thought it was. If anything humanity were the true aliens to this world. How awfully ironic of them to call it that.

It only responded with a deep trill.

“It took us almost a millennium but we did it. We finally — “ The scientist choked on their words for a moment, overwhelmed with sadness, excitement, and most of all anxiety.

”We finally defeated you.”

If their enemy still being alive and capable of destroying several moons with just a thought was considered a victory for humanity. Then maybe the beast had overestimated its quarry. Still it could not deny the impressive feat that is its capture. Though it was mostly its fault for taking so long to finish the job, humanity was nonetheless impressive.

And that is exactly why humankind must be cut off where it stands.

”And… I have you here. All to myself.” The scientist muttered. Fortunately — or was it unfortunately — the forcefield did nothing to stop the sounds coming from outside. So the beast could hear their whispers , and every sound there is and could be in the universe , just as well as them shouting these words out.

It leaned forward, inches away from the forcefield that separated it from tearing the human apart. Is this the type of person that they usually call— what was it again— a creep?

Unfortunately this action only made the scientist blush. Either at the success in finally getting it to do more than growl or from being incredibly close to the murderer of billions. It did not know. 

“The strongest being in this universe — and me, about to be the most knowledgeable human this world has to offer. “ The beast adjusted itself back to a ‘sitting’ position. The scientist took the action as one made in fear — how utterly ridiculous — and waved their hands, ”Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you . . . too much.”

This person was the exact epitome of why the divine creator had sent it here. Humans who venture too far into the unknown turned to fall ill with madness. Really, the creature was doing these beings a favor.

A favor paid in the souls of billions.

Though it knew that if it hadn’t gone through with its divine mission, humanity would inevitably destroyed itself. The creature only accelerated the process and gave them a villain to blame.

”I never experienced the war myself, as old as I am. While those brutes out there kept themselves busy with attempting to destroy you. I knew from the moment I first saw you towering the black skies that the true way to achieve a triumph was to keep you locked. For us to observe.” The human continued musing while they walked around the room.

At this point the monster wasn’t even listening anymore and was thinking of the infinite ways it could reshape this rather annoying scientist.

”For us to learn about.”

It growled. There was nothing to learn about it. Nothing at all. The leathery detached skin in front of its mouth fluttered as the sound emitted across the gigantic chamber.

”And who knows — for us to one day replicate.”

It attempted to reach through the forcefield, the urge to destroy to unbearable. But it is reminded of how they were exactly kept here.

The moment flesh made contact with field, it burns. The creature knew no pain before for it had only known its creator and darkness. But pain, oh how —

— distracting it was.

The scientist paid no mind to its loud roars of agony. Instead they smile as they leave the observation room. 

“I’ll see the next day then, Beast of Judgement.”

ART BY MARK HILYER

©️ hana-no-seiiki - yun | 2023

#Love Multiplied 🧌 #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere harem x reader #yandere original character #yandere various x reader #various yandere x reader #harem x reader #various x reader #monster! reader #monster!reader #tw yandere #yandere ocs x reader #yandere concept #yandere core #yancore #yanderecore

[wewanttofu-kanimeboys]

Itatchi x Monster!Reader

Shikaku's Kids are grown up and the oldest has started his first breeding cycle.

Warnings: tentacles, egg impregnation, eggpreg,

You were cuddled into your partner's back with an arm around his waist when a sharp pain in your lower stomach woke you up.  Your stomach had been aching for a few days but you hadn't thought much of it until now. You clutched your stomach, trying not to cry out. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Itachi was half awake and pushing hair out of your face. You shook your head and he became concerned. “What's going on?” 

“I don’t know…” you whimpered. 

“I’m taking you to the hospital.” Itachi quickly got dressed and helped you dress. 

“Wait, your parents might find out…” The two of you had been secretly living together for over a year. Itatchi’s father had told Itachi that he disapproved of you after hearing rumors that you two had been dating. Itachi and you were still secretly dating after that until Itachi figured out how to convince his parents. 

“That doesn't matter,” Itachi picked you up and carried you to the hospital. 

As soon as you two arrived you were pricked and prodded as the pain got worse. You had been given a private room and Itachi sat by your side, comforting you. It was a few hours before the pain started letting up. Itachi was lying in bed with you curled up to his chest when your father came in.

“Shikaku!” Itachi started getting up to greet him properly.

“You don't need to get up, Itachi.” Shikaku sighed. 

“What's going on, Dad?” you asked nervously.

“Your body is preparing eggs.” Shikaku got straight to the point. “You will be going through your first reproductive cycle. It's earlier than we thought it would happen. We will have to decide on what will happen to the children and who you will be breeding with.” 

“How… How long do we have?” you asked.

“You'll need to breed in about a week,” Shikaku said. You sat nervously. You hadn't really taken seriously the thing your father had said in the past about how your kind reproduced. Having kids seemed so far into the future. You also felt awkward asking your father about these things. 

“I’m going to talk to your father in the hall,” Itachi said and the two of them stepped into the hall. You sat nervously and stroked your stomach, surprised to feel a small bulge already. It was a little while later when you heard arguing in the hall. You got up and opened the door to find Itachi fighting with his father. 

“This is what I want, father. I will be doing this. If you don't want our child to take over the clan then you can have Sasuke and his future children take over the clan.” Itachi stormed into your room and shut the door. “What are you doing out of bed? You need to be resting.”

“What's going on?” you asked as he led you back to the bed. 

“My parents came. They didn't approve. But I don't care. I'm going to be the one you breed. This time and all the others.” Itachi said, seriously. You blushed. 

“I’m sorry you fought with your parents about me.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry. I should have talked with them before.” Itachi sighed. Shikaku came in, quietly.

“Do you have any questions?” Shikaku asked, you shook his head. “Alright, you and Itachi can head back to your place for now. I’ll check on the two of you tonight and bring you some things. Your siblings are coming in to get checkups so I probably won't be there till late.”

“Come on, I’ll help you home.” Itachi kept close to you as the two of you went home. 

“I’m going to take a nap.” you went back to bed as soon as you got home. 

You spent the rest of the week mostly sleeping or having Itachi fussing over you. It was a little over a week later when you started getting the urge to mate.  

“Are you sure about this, Itachi?” you asked nervously.

“Love, I just fought against my father for this; I wouldn't do that if I weren't.” Itachi stopped organizing the supplies to look at you. “Do you not want me to?”

“I just don't want to hurt you.” you fretted. 

“Your father said it wasn't painful,” Itachi reminded you, “and I know you're not the same as your other parent but we don't have any reason to believe that you will hurt me.” 

“It's weird that you talked to my dad about sex.” 

“Well, he's the only one that had sex with the tentacle monster.” Itachi shrugged.

“I wouldn't say he's the only one, it won't be our first time, and I'm pretty sure multiple of my siblings have had sex already and we definitely fall into the category of tentacle monsters,” you smirked. 

“Fine, he’s the only one that has had babies with a tentacle monster.” Itachi rolled his eyes, 

“Did you tell my dad we already had sex?” 

“Yes, it came up.”

“What? That's so embarrassing.”

“If it makes you feel better, it was during the fight with my father and I yelled it at him and Shikaku politely didn't acknowledge it.” 

“No, that makes it worse.” you hid your head in the pillow. “Now everyone in the village will know.” 

“Everyone in the village will know anyways when I’m pregnant,” Itachi said, laying in bed with you.

“Alright, good point.” you sighed and wrapped your arms around him. “I think it's time to start soon,”

“Okay,” Itachi kissed you softly, “does it still hurt?”

“Not really, it just feels like pressure.” You helped him undress kissing his body. “Are you ready? It's not going to be the same as before.”

“Yes~,” Itachi gasped as you sucked on his nipple. You stroked Itachi all over with your tentacles, causing Itachi to shiver with pleasure. “Don't tease me~”

“I can't hold back much longer,” You moaned, your oviposition tentacle started sucking him off as another tentacle pushed into him. Itachi gasped, arching his back in pleasure. “You look so sexy like this.”

“More~” Itachi moaned, rolling his hips. You kissed him roughly as you started thrusting your tentacle into him harder. Itachi was already coming undone under you. 

“I’m going to ruin you so hard~,” You entered another tentacle into him. Itachi came for the first time and you moaned as your ovipositor sucked up his semen, “I need more of that~! Itachi, give me more~,”

The two barely got out of bed over the next two days as you milked him as much as you could. You were struggling to sleep during the nights and you spent most of the nights just watching Itachi sleeping and cleaning up. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked Itachi as he woke up on the third day.

“Good,” Itachi smiled at you. “Good morning, did you sleep well?”

“No, but it's fine.” You gave Itachi the food you had prepared for him. “The eggs are dropping. It's almost time to implant them.”

“Good, that was exhausting.” Itachi sighed. “Though your father said-”

“I don't need to know what my father said about getting pregnant with me.” You cut him off. “You should eat quickly. The eggs are coming soon.”

“Okay, have you eaten?” Itachi asked as he ate.

“A little,” you sat next to him. “I don't think I’ll be able to eat till after the eggs are out.”

“Does it hurt?” Itachi asked.

“A little,” you sighed. “Are you sure you're okay with this? You’ll have to carry them for months.” 

“Love, it's too late for me to back out. And I'm sure I want this.'' Itachi smiled.

“You're not upset our kids won't be accepted by your clan,” you asked.

“As long as they have Sharingans, they will be considered part of the clan. And you're Shikaku's firstborn but they still make Shikamaru the clan leader as he's entirely human. So I never expected my parents to let them inherit the clan." Itachi kissed your cheek. 

“Ya, makes sense,” you sighed. “I wonder if any of my siblings have started their breeding.”

“There's going to be a lot of cousins.” Itachi chuckled.

“Ya, soon enough we’ll make up half the village,” you pulled him close and kissed him deeply. “You’ll look so sexy pregnant with my eggs.”

“I’m so ready for you~” Itachi moaned, pulling off his robe. 

“I can't wait to ruin you~” you kissed him roughly as you entered a tentacle into him, with a second one quickly following. You stretch him out until you felt the first egg drop into your ovipositor. You replace the tentacles with the ovipositor. “It's time Itachi,”

“Okay, Love, I’m ready.” Itachi moaned. 

“It feels really good~!” you gasped as you sunk your ovipositor deep into him. The egg was at Itachi’s entrance and pushing in.

“It's so big,” Itachi gasped, uncomfortable at being stretched so wide. He screamed in pleasure as the egg pressed against his prostate, arching his back and curling his toes. You greedily took in the sight of Itachi as his orgasm ripped through him.

“Oh, kami, that was intense.” Itachi collapsed as the egg moved passed. 

“You looked like you enjoyed that,” you smirked. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, really good.” Itachi panted. It wasn't long before the second egg came and then the third. When the fourth egg dropped, you could immediately tell it was the largest yet. 

“This one is big, Itachi,” you stroked his cheek.

“Okay,” Itachi was already sweating and tiring out. Itachi gasped as the egg started pushing in, “It’s big…”

“You're doing so well.” you cooed at him and stroked his cheek. Itachi screamed in pleasure again, throwing his head back, as the egg started pressing against his prostate. 

“It's too much~!” Itachi screamed as the orgasm continued as the egg continued in. It was over thirty seconds before the egg passed and Itachi collapsed, dazed and drooling. 

“You're doing so well. Are you feeling okay?” you washed his face with a cool rag. Itachi just laid under you, unresponsive and overstimulated. You had him drink some water and fussed over him as the rest of the eggs came.

When the final egg was finally dropping, you let out a sigh of relief. The weight of the eggs were finally gone and you felt strangely hollow. It was a second large egg and you stroked Itachi’s cheek as it started pushing in. Itachi only gave a small grunt as the egg started pushing in. As soon as it started pressing on his prostate he gave another scream of pleasure, his body shaking with the effort of another long orgasm. You just waited as he rode out his orgasm, enjoying seeing Itachi so overstimulated and recked. When the last egg was implanted, you pulled your oviposition tentacle out of Itachi, getting a pout from him, and cleaned him up before wrapping him up in a blanket to rest while the eggs fully attached. 

“Is that all of them?” it took almost an hour before Itachi had come down enough to be coherent.

“Yes, all 8 of them, how are you feeling?” you asked pulling him closer and stroking his stomach.

“Amazing. That was amazing.” Itachi smiled exhaustedly. “I am definitely ready for the next time you need to breed.”

#Monster!Reader #Tentacles #eggpreg #Dom!Reader #SubItachi #GN!Reader

[luminnara]

While we’re on the topic of various horror! Readers, I’ve always loved the idea of the boys meeting a mermaid. Logistically since they live next to a beach it could happen, and it’s kinda fun to imagine mermaid reader and one of the boys potentially trying to seduce (and eat) the same victim

Literally so angry because I accidentally deleted this once and had to start over omfg

ANYWAYS HEAR ME OUT: creepy deep sea mermaid creature

You get dragged up from the depths during a storm, or maybe some illegal deep sea fishing went wrong and YOU were hauled up instead of the usual catch. Either way, you wash up on the beach outside of Santa Carla, half dead and extra freaky looking, and when you come to, you’re surrounded by four scruffy-yet-glam vampires who are all arguing about whether or not your blood would kill them.

Initial shock and hostility aside, you all start getting along pretty well. You’re too weak and too useless on land to attack them, and they’re not stupid enough to go in the water and get pulled into the death roll from hell, so you’re all at a bit of an impasse. The boys realize they can drag their leftovers to you and you’ll dispose of them, bones and all, since down in the depths there are all sorts of whale carcasses you’re used to snacking on, and slowly but surely you begin recovering.

As your health returns, so does your bioluminescence. One evening, as you’re dozing near the surface, the boys come outside to see your entire body dotted by tiny blue green lights, and it’s positively hypnotizing. Who knew that vampires were just as gullible as fish?

You can’t eat them, though. They helped you, even though they’re always poking fun and calling you things like “sushi,” whatever THAT is, and you enjoy the free meals. So you stick around, and they keep visiting, and sometimes you hang out with just one or two at a time and sometimes it’s all of them. You learn more of their language and all sorts of new words, and you try to teach them yours, but they aren’t very good at it so you eventually give up (although dwayne keeps up with his mermaid duolingo lessons).

Eventually, they reveal their lair to you, and the fact that the sunken hotel has a few rooms-turned-grotto inside that you can reach via underwater caves. You start hanging out there, and you meet Laddie—and double triple pinkie swear not to eat him OR any of his midway prize plushes—and soon, your ethereal siren songs echo throughout the entire cave, and it’s as if you had been there with them from the beginning. 💕

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x monster!reader #mermaid!reader #the lost boys x mermaid!reader #monster!reader

[babyjackdaniels]

#fox writes imagines #spn #supernatural #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #monster!reader #creature!reader #supernatural being!reader #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #monster!reader imagine #creature!reader imagine #supernatural being!reader imagine

[lipglossanon]

okay hear me out,,,,,, re4 remake leon and he’s essentially assigned to a succubus, like she’s a failed experiment- too human, not monster enough but monster enough if you know what i mean 😏 and he’s essentially asked to keep her as a pet because she can’t live on her own but i know you said you wanted to wrap up some series and i feel like this could become a series but like,, i’m now so obsessed with leon having a pet sex demon and he’s so confused because she’s like a little lap dog and he even has permission to take her to work if he is to work in the office because of Government Reasons™️ and she has a bed under his desk and uses his shoes as a pillow while he works, eventually she climbs into his lap and starts purring absolutely freaking him out but when he figures it out he’s fine with it and spends their time at home seeing what makes her purr 🥵 also like him getting her a collar and her crying because she’s very much a creature not like a hybrid but like a hybrid/cryptid thing and she feels soooooo overwhelmed that someone would want to keep her that she doesn’t leave him the entire day and that’s when they have sex for the first time and he’s getting comfortable with having her around to point they’re forming routines and he’s helping her blend in in public but still letting her be a little creature/animal at home to help her relieve some stress 😉

- 💀

(okay but like older leon and sex demon,,,, like he’s practically ready to retire and he’s been given this failed experiment to babysit and he’s so grumpy and cranky but she’s so sweet and just oblivious to him being annoyed that when he snaps at her for accidentally getting into his office she cries and he just looses it because he feels so bad and that when he starts to realize she isn’t like all of the things he’s killed and that’s why he was given her because she’s not a monster just forced to be one and he spends more time getting to know her and even asking to take her to work to figure out more about her like i could go on forever 🤭)

💀 anon! I love this idea!!

Both ideas actually 🤭 re4 make Leon who’s just kinda like going with the flow and then grumpy older Leon who comes to realize she’s harmless and actually sweet 🥺

Maybe Leon doesn’t even realize what a succubus is so he’s kinda thrown off by being so drawn to her and wanting her in all kinds of ways and then finally when it clicks for him he’s very much living out all of his fantasies that she’s very obviously down for 🤭

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #monster!reader #succubus!reader

[hopelessrromantix]

blood sucker | prologue

steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson

a/n: im obsessed w them so enjoy

t/w: stalker-ish behavior from reader

Hawkins, Indiana was boring.

Everything about the town seemed lackluster. From the high school, to the shops, to the very residents. On the surface, it looked like nothing more than a rural, middle-of-nowhere, hick town.

But what brought you there, was the pull from the upside down.

The upside down wasn’t new. Far from it. But human access to it was new. And somehow, this nowhere town had managed to figure it out.

You’d watched the residents from a distance, paying close attention to Eleven, an escaped experiment with notable powers.

The monster they’d chosen to call the demogorgon, chasing down and hunting the residents of the town. Only to fall when faced with some middle aged parents, a bunch of kids, and their babysitters.

It was admirable, really.

Of course, one of them had made the idiotic choice of keeping a baby demogorgon, but they figured that out quickly.

No, what truly fascinated you, was when Vecna began to sink his claws into them. Well, at least that was the name they knew him by. You weren’t a big fan of his, though you supposed in some ways you were similar.

You weren’t sure what name the small group of kids would chose for you. Maybe demon? Wendigo? You weren’t even sure there was a term for you.

But one they’d most certainly agree on would be “Monster”. Not that you could blame them either.

Frankly, you didn’t care what a bunch of kid mortals had to say about you. You’d eaten tougher people than them for breakfast. Well… actually… they were fairly tough.

The only person you wanted to hear the opinion of was Steve Harrington.

He was well respected within his school. Though it was originally for being a complete asshole, he’d shifted over the last months. He was more compassionate now, taking on a role he didn’t really want, but had come to love.

You’d watched him fight off monsters for them, step into danger, and (attempt to) beat the shit out of Billy Hargrove for them.

Originally, you thought you’d only care about Steve. You’d shown up to him, appearing as a random classmate at parties, making idle chatter and trying your hand at subtly flirting. Considering the mortal view on same sex relationships, you didn’t think he caught your hints. But you were fine just keeping an eye out for him.

You were sure Steven was the only mortal you’d ever remotely care about.

And then Eddie came along.

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[panboiiibish]

Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically monster you! To get more specific bitty sheep hybrid you and your doting farmer handler.

Your just a wee thing so sweet so soft all covered in fluffy wool and your farmer loves you for it. Most the time little farm hybrids like you live no diffrent from farm animals, roaming around grazing and relaxing till its night time where you cuddle up with the other sheeps in the barn.

Or when its sheering day and all your fluffy wool gets clipped off. Freshly peeled sheeps all happily trimmed down and ready for the cooler days now that your thick coat is gone.

But farmer likes to take care of you a but more personally because your just oh so sweet. Happily relaxing at his side when he comes into the pasture to relax. Or watching when hes off working, lifting heavy hay bales into their places for his lovely hybrids to munch on.

He may have snuck you a few treats when the others are off being skittish or distracted with their own food. But that's your little secret for being such a good little lamb.

(Yooo! Its Pan again lol, I tried so hard to keep this one gender neutral and sfw bc in all honesty imma bit scared to post my more nsfw thoughts xp anyways this was inspired by another OC of mine!

I just adore little prey animals and big bad predators and I adore bunnies but we need more lovin on some adorable little farm animals. They are just the perfect little things for those ideas, cute little gated beans just ready for the big bads picking >:3

Anyways you beans have a good night and leave a few thoughts if yah want!)

#idk wtf im doing #ideas #monster!reader #x reader #hybrid reader #hybrid!reader #You can tell I adore little lambs XD #thinking about #thinking

[willsimpforanyone]

Good whatever time it is, if you're currently writing for request, could you write a GN!Monster!reader x percy Jackson where the reader recently got turned into a monster because they failed a quest for their parent?

good afternoon! i can definitely do that for you

this is gonna be more angsty than usual bc i can't imagine this went well

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The words echoed in my head, chipping away at my resolve.

You've failed me. You're a waste. A disappointment.

I should never have trusted something so important to someone so weak.

I curled in on myself, bones still aching from being reformed and reshaped, muscles screaming from being stretched over this new form.

They didn't even tell me what they were going to do. They just had this... look in their eye, cold and cruel. I had begged, I had been on my knees and it meant nothing.

We were supposed to go out in threes, three of us on a quest, not one. I wasn't supposed to be by myself but they insisted, it was too secret to share with more than one person. They wanted me and me alone.

Maybe they wanted me alone.

My claws scraped against my tough skin, long and thin and alien. I was taller, larger. I tried to see properly, tears obscuring my vision, but the light seemed to pierce my brain and I shrieked, something inhuman and wild.

Everything hurt, everything was wrong, I didn't even know how I was breathing. I didn't know where I was and the confusion almost hurt more.

Something was moving. Familiar sounds, leaves being shuffled out the way of feet, twigs snapping under footsteps. Okay, I'm outside.

It provided the tiniest amount of comfort, along with a wave of fresh anxiety.

"Who's there?"

A voice! I know that voice! I risked opening my eyes again, twisted, clawed hand shading my face.

Brown and green, blue peaking through. A forest. Trees came into focus, then branches, then leaves. The light still felt like pins in my eyes but I had to know who spoke.

"Whoa, what the fuck are you?!"

Oh my gods. That... that was Percy.

He didn't know who I was. I didn't even know who I was. It felt like my organs squeezed painfully, panic and fear and desperation flooding my bloodstream.

I opened what I assumed was my mouth. What came out was some kind of whine, pitiful and pathetic. No words.

A flash of bronze made me freeze. Oh gods, that's Riptide, he's going to kill me.

I skittered back as best I could, pressing against tree bark. The sharpness of the texture didn't hurt and I hated it. I wasn't a threat, I wasn't going to hurt him, I wasn't what he thought I was, oh fuck he's going to kill me.

I had to talk, I had to make him understand. I tried to clear my throat, thick with fear. It made a hacking sound, like a cat throwing up. Slowly, I moved what I assumed was my tongue, poking it out and running it along my teeth. It was long and black and my teeth were thin and sharp.

Pushing aside the mental agony of not knowing what this body looked like, I tried to remember the way to form letters.

"H-eel-pp n-m-ee-"

I was crouched on the ground, making myself as small and unthreatening as possible, clawed hands wrapped around my legs. C'mon Percy, use your brain, a real monster wouldn't ask for help.

"H-hee-lp mmm-ee."

Please, please, Percy, I'm begging you to put the sword away, help me, please!

The bronze flash disappeared and I risked a deep breath. Good start, I can do this, we'll sort this out, he'll help.

"...you want help?" He took a step closer, hand still holding Riptide in pen form. "You're asking for help?"

"Pl-pleeea-eas-e?" I kept my hand shielding my eyes but I looked up at him. I couldn't see any recognition in his face, but I couldn't see much of anything.

"Who are you?" Percy demanded, a harsh tone that felt like a punch to the gut.

My name, he needed my name. How do I say my name?

It took a few attempts, letters getting jumbled up and my tongue contorting in ways I didn't like. Some of my teeth nicked it a little and I physically recoiled at the taste of my own blood as if I could get away from my own mouth.

Percy looked confused, but less aggressive. He seemed to be patient, waiting for an explanation.

Something approaching my name left my thin lips, and his eyes widened.

"How do you know them? What did you do?"

No! No, fuck, that's not what I meant!

I repeated my name, carefully using a claw to tap on my chest. "Mmm-ee."

Percy's jaw dropped. "You're... but they're out... oh gods, what happened to you?"

I burst into tears. Huge, ribcage-wracking sobs from between my needle teeth and I reached out for Percy with a dangerously sharp hand.

He put his hand in mine and I closed my spindly fingers around it. Tears blurred what little I could see, and my throat felt raw and scratchy from panic and holding back.

"Okay, okay, we're gonna fix this, okay?" Percy's voice was wobbly but calm. "We're going to undo this, and you're going to tell me what happened and I swear to Hades I will find who did this to you." His grip tightened on my hand.

"I will find them and I promise you, they will never hurt you again."

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

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[certified-satisfied-maneater]

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| character x character |

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Bad Snake Day

Requested: No

Summary: Gorgon!Reader’s snakes are shedding, Valeria helps.

A lowly mumbled “fuck” was what woke Valeria up from her light sleep, brown eyes snapping open, still on edge despite having lived with you in your cave for going on four months now. Old habits die hard she supposed, not that she was keen on getting rid of them. They kept her alive, but apparently now they only kept her awake, no matter how quiet you tried to be. Every shift of your feet on the hard stone floor, every hiss of your snakes, every bitten back whimper of pain, it all kept her alert and unable to return to her slumber.

It took several minutes of this to force her to get up, resisting the urge to glare at you as she stood, scratching as her belly with a loud yawn before looking towards you, watching you struggle to pick at the dried skin of your hair, your snakes hissing and crying out as you try to hold them still, a futile effort.

“What are you doing?” She finally asked you, quirking her brow when you jumped. You were usually overly aware of her presence, of her every move. If she was even beginning to wake up, you knew. It showed how absorbed in your task you were that you didn’t even notice her getting up. She firmly told herself that the small feeling nibbling away at her belly was not concern.

“My snakes are shedding.” You grumble out after a moment, wincing as you yank off a particularly stubborn patch of dry skin, the snake attached to it showing its protest by trying to nip at your hand, baring its fangs with a hiss.

“And you are, what? Hurting yourself like this for fun?” She asks, reaching her hand out to pet along the head of the snake, chuckling when it nuzzles into her palm, forked tongue flicking out to show its pleasure, big beady eyes blinking up at her pleadingly, as if asking her to help make it stop.

“I have to do it like this. If I don’t then it gets all itchy and inflamed.” You huff, glaring at your snakes when they all seem to flock to her touch, reaching out for comfort. “Or worse, they’ll get infected and die. And I don’t want to be stuck with a dead snake on my head.”

Valeria hums, slapping your hand away when you reach to continue your scratching and picking, shaking her head at you. “Stop. Don’t touch.” She says, pointing a finger at you when you give her a confused look, watching her pick up a large wooden bowl from the makeshift table before heading out of the cave, coming back in a few minutes later with it full of water. She must have gone to the waterfall, you thought as she grabbed a small and slightly coarse rag from your laundry pile before coming back to you, pushing you until you were facing the wall.

“What are you-?” You start to ask, flinching when she suddenly runs the now damp rag over the scales of one of your snakes, gentle but also firm as the dry skin flakes off onto the floor beneath you. Your snakes give small little hisses at her but overall don’t protest, letting her do as she pleased and just seeming content that they no longer had to put up with your rough scratching. The water was cool but not freezing, and it tingled through your snakes and into your scalp in a way that wasn’t all that unpleasant. It was relaxing, in fact, and your eyes slowly closed as she started to hum quietly under her breathe, occasionally lowering in sound or stopping completely when she reached a particularly stubborn patch of skin, scrubbing just the slightest bit harder of having you lean your head back to soak it in the bowl while she did some of the others. By the time she was done, you felt practically rejuvenated, your snakes bouncy and excited, each of them bumping heads or nuzzling against your cheek as Valeria dumped the water just outside of the cave entrance.

“Thank you.” You whisper, not surprised when all you got in return was a soft grunt. You hoped she stuck around for a lot longer, you enjoyed this human.

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