#eldritch reader

[konigsblog]

please im very interested in human könig kidnapping eldritch reader im on my knees 🙏

eldritch-reader and human-könig thots™️... 🐙

tw: monster fucking, non-con/dub-con, manipulation, tentacles, eldricth hybrid, kidnapping, pregnancy. 18+

human-könig doesn't know exactly what to do with you. again, he's never seen such a beauty like you, he's inexperienced and doesn't know how to handle you.

könig finds you sobbing often, your tentacles wrapped around your body in an attempt to conceal and hide yourself from him. you miss the warm sea you were familiar with, the water against your skin and your thick, slimy tentacles. könig's perverse gaze on you leaves you unable to stop weeping, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

könig is intrigued by your quietness, as well as your feistiness. once he gets too close, you let out a sharp hiss as a response, terrified of him and mortified for his next move.

although, könig has other plans that don't include freeing you. he wants to see what you feel like, deep inside your gummy, slick walls. he has to restrain and keep you bound with chains and locks as he begins to move downwards. your tentacles roam around, your attempts at grabbing a hold of him fruitless, as you miss each time. the feeling of könig's bulbous cock against your folds drives your little head insane...

you can barely comprehend what's going on, let alone the sensation of tightening at your core and dampening your cunny. your breathing is heavy and fast as he begins pushing you inside, talking about breeding you, becoming your mating partner. your piteous cries and pained hisses drive him utterly insane and encourage him to go harder and harsher, and within seconds, you're cumming down his base with a confused, fucked-out expression plastered on your stupid face.

his thrusts are agonizing, yet you've become addicted so quickly, a little experiment for him to use and abuse, unable to stop chanting for more and more... he'll make sure to spurt his hot load deep inside your soft walls, painting your cunt white with his fluids, silencing you with a hoarse growl.

perhaps, könig underestimated how easy it would be, how fertile you were. the sight of your stomach swelling looked painful, although könig's perverted gaze was satisfied and curious, watching you squirm and sob pathetically as you'd fallen as his captive, his large and gloved hands wandering over your growing stomach. ;(

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[thegnomelord]

Shark Merperson reader is real gud.

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(HOLY FUCK. THANK YOU TO WHICH EVER ANON REQUESTED THAT BECAUSE I FUCKIN LOVE SHARKS.

Now Im thinking of a Price x Reader, because shars are the oldest species known to exist. Obviously sharks arent immortal, they've just been on this earth way b4 tress bloody existed.

So Im thinking the readers an eldritch creature, they represent sharks as a whole, as long sharks exsist they exsist. Heck they mights of even of been Prices mentor when he was in his draconic 100s? (Late 20s?).

Imagine Price missing his friend calls him up to see hows hes doing. Reader elated to meet an old friend, accepts the invitation to meets up with him. Reader definitely scolds him for lossing a wing, honestly is pertrified Price lost a piece of himself and thought he was retiring due to it. Cut ahort to him smacking him slap dab on the head when he learns he's lost it a long time ago and didnt tell him.

Cue wholesome interactions th 141 and etc. Heck maybe some romance with Price.

Just a blurb i had yo tell you abt)

Okay, this tickles my eldrich abomination trying to act human itch

CW:SFW, eldritch reader, kissing

Price knows you're there the second he steps onto the old wooden pier, able to smell seaweed and brine and something in the air — what he thinks the bottom of the ocean smells like, old rot of decaying whales and older heat of geothermal vents — the soft wind billowing his hair like the breathing of an elderly beast.

He knows you're watching him, passively at least, washed up mermaid purses dotting the beach to give you a glimpse of the world above the waves through the yolks vital for the pup's survival, able to dream of the warm sun and course sand while you slumber beneath the waves.

"Oi, ser, yer look like a wee lass waiting for her sailor." Soap's sharp voice cuts through the air, the werewolf far too energized for his own good, the sand in his fur not dampening his mood when he can just shake himself off and flick the grains on Simon.

"Hah," Price snorts, "Maybe I am." He tilts his head back to the sea, sharp eyes watching the breaking waves. "Time to wake up old friend." He mutters your mangled name under his breath, mortal lips and vocal cords unable to replicate your own voice.

The young ones in his team lack the sight needed to notice your form slowly rise from the sea like a submarine breaking through the ice, only the visible flicker of air and the receding water keying them in. Price old enough to see you without needing the inner surface of his skull to be dotted with eyes. Though even he sees your real form like a man having a stroke — vaguely familiar at first yet the details are undefinable — flesh and sea melding together without rhyme or reason, long strings of seaweed bearing miniature eyes with pups wriggling inside, cookie cutter sharks boring holes through finless corpses so long eel sharks may form ever reforming sinews, fossilized bone and old rock giving giving support to the massive insult to reality's laws; birth and life wrapped up in death.

You're an affront to logic. And with one sneeze from existence itself you're human standing in front of him.

Eerily human.

Perfectly human.

Almost.

"What the fuck?" He can faintly hear Gaz's voice, all of them only now noticing you stand where you weren't previously.

Your hand touches his back before he even registers you move, always slightly damp, "When did this happen?" You ask as you trace the spot where his wing used to be. "What did this?"

"And a 'hello' to you too sweetheart." He clasps a hand around your waist, purring softly in greeting as he pulls you closer to his chest. Even if he sees you once every few centuries, even if you don't possess the ability to reciprocate, his love for you is as youthful as it was when he was but a wyrm.

Your facial features remain neutral like the ones of sunken statues, but you blink, and for a few seconds he can see that yawning abyss in your eyes. "Hi." You say, your hand still tracing the bump created by atrophied flight muscles, trying to judge how fresh it is. "Explain."

Your tone sounds like a predator baring it's teeth, but he knows you wouldn't harm him. "In a lil' bit." He snorts, puts pressure on your back until he forces your legs to move. "Come, want you to meet my boys."

The introductions are odd on both ends considering you hadn't spoken with people other than Price since that Icarus of a passenger ship mistook your fin for an iceberg and they've never met an old one like you. But you like them, they compliment Price just like the small scale he gave you makes the pearls and gold offered to you through the ages shine more.

Even if your face is unreadable, somehow they can figure out you're not too amused when you hear he'd lost his wing during a mission. "I told you arrogance would cost you." You at least you can mimic a sigh as you rub your head, "At least you retired." You say,

"We wish!" Soap snorts before he can help it, and the next thing they hear is a horrific crack that has them jumping out of their skin.

Your head had whipped 180 degrees with the rest of your body remained in place, the laws of nature nothing more but blurry guidelines. "You. . .did retire?" You ask, voice like the roar of a whirlpool.

"About that," Price starts, unable to finish his thought as you slap him upside the head as if he's still the whelp who thought he could brave an ocean storm.

"You'll put me in the grave." You growl, holding him by the ear, words spilling from your mouth like seawater filling the empty bowels of a ship. "I swear your scaly hide hasn't learned a single thing-"

"Should we help?" Gaz wonders as they watch you chastise their captain like he's a boy.

"No, this is great entertainment." Ghost chuckles.

"Want me ta grab the popcorn?" Johnny ads, already snacking, tail thumping against Simon's leg and growling playfully when Gaz reaches for the snacks.

Eventually your anger relents, mood changing as swiftly as the tide. You spend the time they have left learning about the men he's chosen as his hoard. Kyle's a bit weary of you just due to his harpy nature, but soon enough you two can be found sitting on the pier and fishing, and if you purposely make the waves flow so a big fish snags on Kyle's line, Price never says anything about it, not when his boy has a smile as big as the sun when he looks at the gigantic fish flopping on his hook.

You attempting to help Soap cook the barbeque, but you're fine motor skills are rusty after all these years of slumber, so the food is slightly burnt but Price loves when his food's basically charcoal and eats it with a smile, especially as it keeps you from telling all the embarrassing stories you have of him, from when he got his ass bit by a squid to when he was so horny he ended up rutting against an extra curvy piece of rock, though the rest have already heard enough dirt to bury him for the next several decades.

Unfortunately for Price, you and Ghost hit it off like a house on fire, and Ghost ends up learning far too many ways to hurt people without killing them that most definitely are against the Geneva conventions but you pull seniority on it. Simon in turn, teaches you how to play cards, which, when you're literally a god that can see almost everything including your opponent's cards, means the shmucks Simon ropes into playing you and Simon end up with empty pockets.

As the sun stars to dip behind the horizon you wind up sitting next to Price by the fire, the others splashing in the water.

You feel his wing spread behind your back to pull you closer to him, "I missed this." He says, knowing you won't comment on the 'I missed you' hidden behind his vellum words.

"Last time we met like this Napoleon was still emperor." You hum, a small yawn escaping you, sharp tips of shark teeth peeking from human gums. "And you had two wings." You can't help but point out, making it clear you've not forgiven him about not informing you.

Price pointedly ignores your later comment, his hand tentatively, almost shyly, reaching down to sit on top of yours. "Afraid I'll forget about you?"

His pulse picks up when you shift your hand to hold his, fingers lacing together when you don't have a tail as a human. "You wait for me." You shrug, holding your free arm up, reality wheezing for a few moments before his scale is suddenly in your hand, shiny and unharmed just as it was when he'd given it to you all those years ago. "And I dream of you."

His eyes widen and heart melts, a purr rumbling in his chest "C'mere sweetheart," He rumbles and pulls you into a kiss, free hand holding your chin stable.

You taste of salt and blood, of chilling cold and boiling heat, of something ancient and familiar and Price drinks it all down like a babe, tongue licking in your mouth and fangs nibbling on your lip, feeling you respond, the touch of hungering god as soft as silk, just to him.

But he knows this won't last.

A shark has no reason to stay on land, and a dragon can't survive underwater regardless of how much he wants. Soon you'll return to slumber, and Price won't know when he'll see you again, if he'll see you again, or if you'll learn of his passing when your waves swallow up his ashes.

He doesn't notice the prickling in his eyes but you do, wiping a stray tear with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still wrapped around his. "Don't worry John," You say, statue features finally cracking into a small smile, "I'll stay for a little while." You say and lead him into another kiss, the other members of TF141 leaving you two to catch up on lost time...

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[thatdeadaquarius]

it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.

reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).

the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.

or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.

-🫀

ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH

I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO

i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao

IF I HAVEN’T RUN U OFF, 🫀 MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3

U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario

Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,

& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).

FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT

hey so here’s a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!

👉👈 hope u like :)

you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue 👀

and its great bc ur like- “omg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhh”

meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots

literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. they’re all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???

and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-

plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?

Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?

you realize you’re… hovering.

wow, guess you can do that now,

your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.

you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like you’ve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)

and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?

It isn’t until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,

you’ve got more eyes

I mean u thought you’d just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent

but you don’t look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!

You’ve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top that’s around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??

the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, you’re like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)

You’re head… it’s like a dragons skull?? You’ve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??

oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical that’s good!

tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head

where your heart should be, there’s two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!

and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvat’s countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too

and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesn’t wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya

You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like you’ve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee

but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life… and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it

♤

k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away

Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands

Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenri’ah’s “metal beasts”

So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,

Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongli’s help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself

It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?

wow this new body had literal stamina for days

you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and they’re relieved all the signs are being met

◇

honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)

and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??

honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc they’d maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,

u did suspect maybe you’d ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???

and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they don’t think you’re a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-

…maybe you should wave?

◇

As you get closer,

Xiao’s back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc they’re not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-

Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.

Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lóng páo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting

and although he looks as serene as if he’s about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones he’d had to fight

but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited

there’s a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the god’s feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasn’t seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer

The God of All stops some distance away from them

…and the Huangdi of All, just waves. 💀👋

at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.

A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crow’s wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,

and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it

and speaks,

“ ˙˙˙ʎzɐɹɔ sı ʇıɥs sıɥʇ ¿ʍou ʇɥƃıɹ ɯɐ ı ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ sʎnƃ noʎ op uɯɐp”

your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them

Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,

he can’t understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yaksha’s only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive

the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but it’s too,, simple really, to understand

the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, they’re meanings simple and all-encompassing

Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,

“We welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.”

the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,

“ ˙˙˙ʞɔıʇs ɐ uo ʇsıɹɥɔ snsǝɾ ¡¿ılƃuoɥz noʎ uǝʌǝ ¿noʎ oʇ poƃ ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ɯ,ı 'ǝʇnuıɯ uɯɐp ɐ ʇıɐʍ”

your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown

Xiao gulps.

Rex Lapis’ and Ningguang’s spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glance…

…neither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,

you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,

then point to yourself

...and make a peace sign. ✌️

it was going to be a long night.

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idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description 😭 I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadn’t even talked about the language yet… anyway here u go LMAO

I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didn’t take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/

Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3

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Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

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[eldritcmor]

IDEA!! You know how in most legends and myths involving dragons there’s often a hoard the dragon is protecting? What if the 141 was the hoard of someone (or something) not entirely human. They masquerade as a human and fight alongside the 141 but they’re insanely protective of them and have dragon like abilities. Heat and smoke never seem to bother them. Sometimes the 141 can see the shimmer of scales out of the corner of their eye but when they turn to check it out all they see is their “human” teammate. Maybe they have reptile like tendencies and prefer to have meals alone because they’re “insecure” about their eating habits (they’re actually eating nonhuman food like raw meat or something). Idk, I just really like the idea of the 141 being oblivious to a monster in their midst. Also I really REALLY like dragons

Gaz looked up as the sharp screech of twisting metal met his ears. The guard at his door poked his head out to see what was happening only to jerk and slump, a rather large piece of rebar right between his eyes. Gaz did not want to meet whatever the fuck did that and so scooted the chair he was tied to as far back into the shadows as he could. He tried to keep his breathing even but as the steady clomp of boots on metal grew closer, he couldn't cut it. A hand curled around the door frame and for a second, Gaz would forever swear he saw gleaming copper claws. He blinked and suddenly you were in front of him. Kneeling low as you confidently cut through the rope around his ankles.

"Breathe Sergeant. I got you." Gaz practically melted at the familiar rumble of your voice. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding as you moved to the bindings on his chest. Then he was confused.

"It's good to see you lieutenant, but how did you get here?"

You hummed as you finished cutting through his bindings and hauled Gaz to his feet. While there wasn't really any major damage that you could see, you still didn't like finding him like this.

"I called in a favor from an old friend. For all intents and purposes, this was never sanctioned. Now before you go thinking too hard, the others did try to come as well. Unfortunately, they got placed under the equivalent of house arrest by Shepherd. Now come on, our ride is waiting."

Gaz rolled the information over in his mind as you led him through the little facility. Everywhere he looked was some form of evidence of a fight. It looked like something had absolutely ripped through their defences.

--

Ghost startled as he entered the little kitchen of their current base. It was incredibly late at night and he hadn't expected anyone to be awake. You were sitting on the counter, ripped open package of red meat in one hand and a piece of meat midway to your mouth. Ghost raised an eyebrow and you slowly lowered the little chunk back into the tray.

"is this why you never eat with us?" Your fellow lieutenant asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards. You have a little noncommittal shrug as you set aside your dinner. Ghost popped the mug into the microwave and pulled out a few teabags.

"No need to stop on my account, lieutenant." The microwave beeped and ghost retrieved his mug before plopping the teabags in and promptly exiting the kitchen.

--

Soap raised an eyebrow as you stripped off your jacket and bundled it into your pack. The team was visiting Farah and the desert heat was harsh on all of them. Even Price had taken refuge under the nearest shade cloth. You however just seemed to be perfectly fine in the heat. He thought the heat was finally getting to you. That is until you climbed up on huge flat rock, laid in direct sunlight and promptly fell asleep. You were fucking basking while the rest of the team was baking in the sun. Soap stomped over, sun be damned, and climbed right up beside you. He purposely blocked the sun as he kneeled next to you and raised his hand to slap down in the dead center of your back. That is until your hand shot out and easily caught his wrist. You two briefly wrestled for a minute or two before soap yelped as you scooped him up over your shoulder and carried his ass back over to the others. Farah laughed as you deposited Soap right at Price's feet. A simple no left your mouth in a sort of grumbling growl as you went back to your rock. Soap pouted in the shade but didn't move to try again, as Price handed him a canteen of water.

--

Price watched from the door as you wrestled against Ghost, with Soap and Gaz sitting on the side. You two were dirty fucking fighters. Anytime Ghost flipped you on your back, you'd yank him by his mask or shirt to the side. Anytime you'd flip him on his back, he'd take his nails down any piece of exposed flesh in order to get you to rear back and topple. Price thought it was like watching two feral ass badgers fighting. He decided to intervene when Ghost pinned you and his fingers were just a hair too close to your mouth. Your fangs were on display.

"That's enough boys!" He watched in amusement as You and Ghost scrambled to your feet. "Go clean up, all of you. We got a briefing in twenty. Except you, Drake. I need to talk to you." The rest of the squad exited the training room. Price could practically feel the gossip spinning in their heads.

Price turned to you once the team was down the hall and out of earshot. "We need to talk about that little trip you took."

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. "Little trip, sir?"

"The one you took while the rest of us were under house arrest. The one where you somehow returned with the single missing member of this task force."

You simply hummed, a noncommittal sound, as you tapped your wrist. Price shook his head at your silent question. "Ah my most recent leave. What's the issue?"

Price sighed. "Unfortunately, the higher up want to know how Gaz returned." Price grabbed your shoulder and pulleed you down to his height. "You were not involved in anyway, clear?"

You groaned as the grip on your shoulder tightened. "Loud and clear, sir."

"Good man, now get. I'm sure the others are wondering what kind of ass chewing you just got." Price watched as you walked out the room, defeat lining your shoulders. Good, no need to trouble anyone else with your little rescue mission. Price glanced down at his hand. He hadn't meant to grab you that hard but he had to get the point across. There was a red lined imprint of scales in the center of his palm.

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #eld writes #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #141 x reader #simon ghost riley #taskforce 141 #captain john price #eldritch reader #monster reader #dragon reader

[queer-n-here]

u already kno wassup !!!!

eldritch abomination reader who has come to originally destroy the world, but was enchanted by their 'one', ( aka sigma, atsushi, and mushitaro or someone of ur choice ) and instead devotes their entire time stalking and invading their lovers mind, pulling them into the readers all devouring aura.

( ur honor they are madly in love ) they dont quite have a proper form but has slowly been constructing one bc their lovers coworkers/friends don't believe they exist "you always go out on dates with this mysterious person and you always rant and rave about them, but not once have we seen them. are you just making them up or something?"

so eventually reader finally constructs the perfect form and comes to their workplace to get them for their date ( that involves tentacles, mind fucks, and breeding ) . Reader basically envokes primal fear in everyone and will kill anyone who hurts what is theirs ♡. major weird ask but it is a random and specific Need i have

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Long time no see 🕸️ bro! Btw, thank you, this just made my writer's block evaporate.

Is it weird that I totally loved every single part of this?

Also, I had no fucking idea what an eldritch abomination is, so I did some research bout them!

This ended up becoming 100% fluff, hope you like it!

Contents: Eldritch abomination reader who sees Atsushi and goes heart eyes

Warnings: Fluff, powerful reader, mind manipulation, shit ton of stuff that doesn't fully make sense but whatever, it's Atsushi even if I haven't mentioned his name (because I felt like the Eldritch would be like 'that's too simple a name for me to address my love with')

It was not going as you had expected.

You had arrived at that small universe to satisfy your thirst of destruction, to watch it crumble under your power as faces of fear and misery looked up at you, their lives at your mercy. And yet, you found yourself thinking of that vision less and less.

Nowadays, you were focused more on that boy that you had started watching. His house was located quite close to the woods you had chosen as your home.

You were everywhere, and always watching everything, but you needed a headquarters of sorts to concentrate your power for it to be more effective, and that was why you had chosen the woods.

You had expected him to be the first of your victims, yet now you found yourself growing less and less fond of that idea. He was not meant to be killed. He was meant to be taken care of.

Not only was he so incredibly small and three-dimensional (like most of these 'humans') he was also wonderfully precious, like a small-sized treasure that slowly began meaning everything to you.

So after months of watching him, you finally gave into your desire of meeting him in person. You changed your form to the one with the simplest dimensions, not wanting to make him lose his mind the way you did others.

He had stepped out of his house to gather firewood, that little thing. When he saw you, he dropped it all, stumbling backwards and attempting to run.

You were not pleased.

You guided the trees of the forest to block his way, and when he had no way left to escape, you spoke to him in the language he would comprehend.

"Do not be afraid." You said, your voice low and guttural. "I do not stand before you with intentions to harm."

He had fallen to the floor in his attempt to scramble away from you, and now he looked up at you with fear in his eyes.

It was not an expression you wanted to see on him.

So you eased into his mind, calming his small brain with the likeness of a sedative. His breath grew steadier, and his eyes returned to their normal size. His instincts were clouded now, and he could not help but be drawn to you, standing up and stepping closer.

"Closer," You told him, and he obeyed. He did not need your words, you could control him fully if you wanted.

But some part of you was reluctant to do it. You wanted him to... Like you? Perhaps, you yourself were not entirely sure yet.

You moved closer, wrapping your form around him, encasing him into yourself, away from the rest of his world, where he would be the safest.

You let him be curious, freeing the part of his mind that you knew would ask questions... You wanted him to know you.

"What are you?" He asked, his eyes wide again as he turned to look at all of you.

"I have many names," You said. "But you will be able to use none of them; they are too powerful."

His wide eyes reflected the kaleidoscope of colours of your form, and you felt his brain grow appreciative of your form.

Pride. It was an emotion beneath you, and yet you could not help the swelling of colours in your form when you saw that he liked it.

"Then... What should I call you?" He asked, looking as though he was still unsure who he was talking to.

"Anything," You presented before him a makeshift form. It was a mirror image of his own, something he could look at while talking and not feel awkward.

He gasped. His fear had long since been subdued by your charm, and he did not hesitate to reach forward and his doppelgänger's shoulder.

"Wow," He whispered, and your colours became brighter again.

Later, when returned back to his house, his senses finally returned to him, and he realised the danger he was stepping into.

And yet, could he resist the urge to go back to you? Not when you had so easily planted it in his head. Hence, after resisting for a whole day, he returned to you the very next.

You let him look for you in the forest, hiding in a dimension his eyes could not perceive. You let him run around, growing more and more desperate when you wouldn't show yourself, calling out to you, but unsure of how to do so since you hadn't told him what to call you.

When he collapsed, tired, on the bank of a small lake in the woods, tears dripping from his eyes as he sobbed, you decided that your game had lasted long enough.

And so you showed yourself, making it look as if you had emerged from the lake itself. He looked up with a gasp, eyes wide and wet as an ecstatic expression broke through his face. His arms rose, reaching for your form.

You let him touch you; today you had taken a four dimensional form, and it was way easier for him to get wrapped up between your colours.

"I thought... I thought you l-left," He said, sniffing.

"I would never," Was all you said, and yet his face lit up. It was not your doing, you had already relaxed your control of his mind when he had entered the forest.

Weeks passed, and his human mind slowly developed romantic feelings for you. You perceived them, and yet never expressed it. He would be the one to tell you, and on his own accord.

You waited, but not for long. Soon, he brought you flowers, handing them to you as his cheeks flushed, looking away and shivering slightly. You wrapped around him; humans got cold painfully easily.

He froze in your embrace, he had learnt some of your ways to show affection. His blush spread gradually, and his muttered confession felt like something with even more power than you.

Joy. Yet another emotion beneath you, but when it came to him, you were reduced to a mere human teenager. You cared not of status or immortality anymore. Destruction of his world? You had long since abandoned that plan. This was his home, and you'd protect it with your life.

You would protect him with your life.

A month passed, and he visited you everyday, bringing with him small presents of the like you knew humans appreciated. You took them all, preserving them with your power so they would never spoil and hide them away in the most complex dimension you could find.

And every time he visited, you gave him the thing you thought was best: a little bit of your own immortality. He did not know yet; you did it without his knowledge. But you did not think he would mind if he found out.

Now he sat on a tree branch as you watched him, leaning against the trunk for balance. You had lifted him up there, and he was speaking of the view. You could not help but move upwards, closer to him.

He watched you, a smile on his face as you changed forms again.

Being three-dimensional was difficult for you. Not only did it weaken your power incredibly, it also could not store your abilities. The closest you could reach was four-dimensional, and that itself took its toll on you.

And yet you were always four-dimensional with him, knowing that this was how he could see and touch you best.

You sat on the branch next to him, wrapping around his small frame.

There was a comfortable silence, and you slowly lulled his brain, sending him to sleep.

You loved it when he was defenseless, when all his safety was you, when the only one that he trusted was you, and not his human friends.

It was another one of those days where you were watching him as he went about his day, keeping him safe from any danger that might come his way.

He was talking with his friends, and they appeared to be teasing him.

"Come on, you've never even shown us a picture..." One of them said, sitting so close to your human that you had the urge to crush her insides. "Or even told us their name!"

He flushed slightly, not knowing how to respond. "W-well, their name is... Very complex."

"A nickname, then," Another said, wrapped in bandages and leaning back casually against the couch. "Or what? You just call them 'honey bun sweety pie'?

They laughed, and you bristled. Your human was getting flustered, and no one but you was allowed to see that expression on his face.

You took shape immediately, condensing your power so much you felt its strain. To make it three-dimensional was like trying to contain the ocean in a glass jar, and yet you attempted your fullest, anger fueling your movements.

You appeared on the doorstep of the building, your speed phenomenal as you climbed its small staircase and appeared at the door of the room your human and his friends sat in.

You pushed open the door, and stepped in. They all looked up, and his eyes widened.

Your power needed your three-dimensional vessel to be big, and you were as tall as 6'8", your shoulders wide and arms thick with what looked like muscle but was actually energy. Your hair was a light brown, and covering your body was what seemed to their eyes a suit.

He recognised you immediately; one glance at your multi-coloured eyes and he knew. This was you, the one he loved.

You walked up to him, throwing him a well-practiced wink as you greeted him the way you had seen lovers greet each other, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I came to pick you up," You said to him, your voice low as you ignored everyone else in the room. "Your work has almost ended now, right?"

A long-haired man lowered his glasses to look at you. "And who are you?"

You could not help but grow irritated, and you triggered fear in the minds of everyone in the room but the one who was yours.

"He's..." Your human seemed breathless. "He's my b-boyfriend."

One of the humans, the insignificant ones, whistled as he stood up. He was scared, you had made sure of it, but was putting up a front.

"Damn, Atsushi," He said, taking in your carefully constructed human form. "He's biiiig."

Your human blushed, his cheeks reddening in that way you did not want them to see.

"I don't see why you didn't show us his picture before," A female said, her house quivering slightly. "He's not bad looking at all. Not that I thought you were, just so you know."

You looked at her, sending her your appreciation for praising you in front of your human by tickling the part of her brain responsible for pleasure.

She squirmed in her seat, her eyes slightly wide.

You turned back to what was yours, holding out your hand. "Shall we head home?"

His blush spread; he still hadn't managed to take his eyes off you. "O-okay..."

He let you take him away, his cold hand clasped in yours. You put on a burst of speed, and the two of you were back in your forest.

The moment you two were alone, he took your face in his hands, his eyes shining.

"You look..." He could not go on, but you knew what he meant.

Another burst of pride. He made you feel things you had never thought significant before.

You leaned down and kissed him, pressing his plump red lips against yours and, unknown to him, transferring more immortality to him.

He responded in the affirmative, letting you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him closer.

You opened up dimensionally, creating a fourteen-dimensional barrier around you two, freeing your power and protecting him at the same time. A part of you still remained three-dimensional before him, embracing him and kissing his lips.

When you pulled away, his eyes were slightly moist.

"I love you," He whispered, and you smiled.

Your love was such that it could not be put into words he would comprehend, and yet you did not want him to think that you did not reciprocate his feelings.

"I love you, too," You put energy into the phrase, making sure he felt the intensity of your feelings.

#dom male reader #dom reader #top male reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub atsushi #elderitch #eldritch reader #supernatural #powerful reader #fantasy

[heedmywarnings]

Behold 5

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"Yes, that creature could be... an Ichthyocentaurs!" Iron Tongue Tian bodly exclaimed proudly to captivate the attention of listeners. But honestly, all they're hearing is a huge ass monster that could possibly destroy the harbor. (They got traumatised from Osial lmao.)

"No, that just looks like a Centaur." Zhongli interjected, a hand on his chin.

"I-If that's what the wise consultant says..." Iron Tongue Tian looks defeated.

Strange.

This isn't how he remembers them.

They weren't like this before.

But he never finished studying under them in the first place.

So, who is he to judge his master's knowledge?

That creature... they have the upper body of a human, but a lower body of a horse. Horns adorned their head with long vines of hair that covered the chest. Undoubtedly, that's his Master.

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Well, this is awkward. Isn't it?

You just blankly stared at the woman infront of you. You can't speak, you jave no means of communication. But the woman named Ningguang makes it her mission to converse with you.

"They seem to understand phrases.. can you write?" Ningguang asks, a bit hopeful due to some quick deduction.

You showed her your hand and basically gestured how it is impossible to write with a hand that incredibly large, then you showed her just your fingertip--which was enough to crush 40 Jade Chambers.

Ningguang retreats to her thinking process. It's fine, she can do this, she's Ningguang after all.

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"Hm, I hope Xiansheng doesn't blame me for this rather large catastrophe."

#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #genshin imagines #genshin #eldritch #eldritch read #eldritch reader #eldritch sagau #centaur #Ichthyocentaurs

[idcfriend]

I'm Back!!!

I absolutely love eldritch protagonist so...i have more eldritch yuu brainrot!🎉

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So at first glance yuu seems normal just a completely normal gender neutral individual but the more time people spend with them the mpre they notice that sometimes their smile is a bit roo wide....their teeth and fingers a bit too sharp....how they sometimes move as if It's not something there used to

On one occasion the idiot trio was being to loud in the morning and Yuu hadn't slept that well or at all really....that's when one of the others noticed how Yuu seemed too quiet...how they seemed stalk towards the unsuspecting trio as if they were prey soon when they were near they rose to their full height (and damn why hadn't any of them ever noticed how tall Yuu is!?) and with what could of mad even the bravest of men cower in a corner in fear....growled with bloodlust and a voice that of something from your worst nightmare( Yuu honestly doesn't know why everyone looked so scared when they after growled in frustration when Ace, Deuce and Grim were being too loud, they didn't think they were that scary...)

Another time Yuu was too tired to care much about anything much at the moment (unaware of the way that an uncanny air of apathy seemed to hang around them, like someone who was looking down on something that was simply lesser and they couldn't find in themselves to care one way or the other and settled on indifference) so the other first years decided to ask Yuu questions to see how much they could get them to answer in their sleep deprived state (jokes on them Yuu is a CHAOTIC MESS and simply bullshits their way through life when they don't sleep enough so their answers were...a little unsettling to some)

First question was from Ace: which was simple enough but-

"So prefect what's your favorite food?"

The others looked at Ace in mild surprise expecting him to ask something embarrassing

Ace looked at them in annoyance "What? Yoh have to build up this kind of stuff"

Yuu simply looked up from their desk and answered (sarcastically mind you it's just that for some reason their very good at acting?)

"the souls of those who have sinned far greater than any mortal and have seen that which should never be seen" and promptly face planted back on to the table

Meanwhile the others are a little unnerved by that answer and by the chorus of voices that seemed to answer with Yuu but only a little because this was THEIR prefect no matter how...not normal they were and they'd fight anyone who even looked at them wrong

Next was Deuce

"Favorite pass time?"

They braced themselves for the answer

"going on relaxing walks-" they looked at Yuu confused because that was such a...normal answer?

"-and putting the fears and horrors of others and the world on paper, eternally etched into a part of my collection" they then...relaxed? Because of course such a hobby would suit their eldritch friend (Yuu simply meant they like to draw horror stuff in one of their many sketch books)

Surprisingly Sebek went next

"how do you deal with those that harm the ones you protect?" he asked mostly to get more ideas on how to protect Malleus

At that they could feel the way the surrounding air around Yuu seemed to go eerily silent as they let out a growl that could of had mistaken for a beast

"You hunt them down one by one making them feel fear like no other, you hunt them like the measly wretched being they are and then I'd make them know pain, that which would be a thousand times that which they inflicted on those who are MINE" throughout all this Yuu's form began to change slightly their fingers becoming claws and gaining a black tinge that covered their entire hand, their teeth becoming as sharp as knives and a few other changes

Then Grim went up to Yuu and hugged them seemingly knowing why Yuu reacted so drastically

"Calm down henchman, no one's going to hurt us we're safe"

That seemed to calm them down as they looked up and chuckled a bit, "Sorry guys i over reacted a bit but-" Yuu said looking- well more like they were scanning them for any sign of harm, "no one's bothering you guys right?"

At that they seemed perk up as they smiled at Yuu

(Yuu was unaware that they had just implied that considered the first year group THEIRS, and they were also confused why everyone except those they knew gave them such a wide berth in the hallways for a while after)

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That's all i got for now! I know it doesn't really make much sense but i swear I'll elaborate more in the future! (hopefully) but there's another thing i wanted to add!!!

So I'm a fan of Technoblade and i like the idea of Eldritch Yuu having their own version of Chat! So like they'd give Yuu advice and help them in their chaotic shenanigans (while maybe purposefully making them seem even more like an Eldritch being because they crave misunderstanding content) So Yuu would have these gaggle of voices that would follow them around that every once in a while others can hear too (Yuu honestly isn't even fazed when all of sudden they have a bunch a sentient voices following them around that's how done they are with Crowley's and everyone's else's bullcrap)

So! I was thinking that certain comments and stuff left on the post i do of eldritch Yuu could be taken as Yuu's "chat"

#im making no sense #but im bored #i crave chaos #and sleep #hearing voices #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twst headcanons #twst mc #twst yuu #eldritch horror #eldritch reader #twst x reader #Yuu #Technoblade's chat

[reveseke]

I think Spencer has mastered being quiet in certain situations tbh, but make it as an Eldritch reader thought where he was able to avoid waking up the cat napping abomination. This is merely a short thought that came to me. Also he/it used for the reader and made with male/masc readers in mind.

Also² happy Friday the 13th :'D

Eldritch! Reader who doesn't need sleep as much as humans do, but still does sleep at times in a way like a cat does; Easy to wake at lightest sounds (possibly at a heart beat, I think he's able to hear people's heartbeats and distinguish between them who's with him. Like a unique to everyone sounds.) and not completely in a deep sleep state ever really.

And humans are known to be quite clumsy and loud, so thinking about specifically Eldritch! Reader randomly dozing off and waking up bc someone else came to the room. But he finds himself with Spence hanging out in the same room with someone else asking him something from the doorway. Think about the confusion as R looks at Spence lightly mortified that the genius could be silent enough not to wake it while being in the same room as with anyone else even trying would result into R just staring at them from wherever the fuck he was dozing off with a deep scowl.

In reality he's just trusting and familiar enough with Spencer that it doesn't really affect or bother it so he's able to sleep. (It just boils down to how cats work lol, a cat does rarely sleep in the same room as a person it doesn't trust at all.)

#male reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #nonhuman reader #eldritch reader #eldritch creature #masc reader #x male reader #x masc reader #ftm reader #nonbinary reader #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #fanfiction #Spencer reid thoughts

[ozzgin]

Can I have Yandere Ben Drowned with Reader as powerful Eldritch being like Nyarlathotep, Hastur(it’s ok if you don’t know them, if you don’t know them, then a reader who is powerful being like Bill Cipher instead.) A reader still loves Ben so much after all.

I have no idea who Bill Cipher is (Google shows me a funky triangle), but if you want Lovecraftian horror you’ve come to the right place! I mostly read Gothic fiction so I’m very excited to see familiar names pop up in my requests. Thank you for the prop.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Eldritch! Reader

Featuring Ben Drowned and an ancient reader of cosmic origins. Abstract romance.

The world is a disorder of matter and antimatter that has come together through analytical laws of unknown origins. And yet somehow, throughout this chaos of slithering threads and tentacles, one path in particular has led him to you. The Dweller of the Depths, The Devourer of Space. Surely the Universe could not have conceived such fate out of a mere string of coincidences. Perhaps your hand crept its way into the mechanisms of the world itself to force the necessary arrangements, but Ben lacks the very fundaments to even begin to imagine such a process. His existence is a brief flash of light compared to your seemingly eternal linger.

(Y/N). That’s how he’s known you ever since your encounter. He quickly learned, however, that your name stretches and turns and rolls so differently out of the tongues of many mortals and creatures. You have many names, some so old and ancient that even you have to ponder their veracity. He has never questioned your origins and would rather not delve into incomprehensible cosmic history. Would having all the answers change anything? Not at all. He’s known it from the very beginning. The instant he laid his eyes on you and his blood froze in place - as if his very tissue became autonomous and cowered before your presence - he knew. He was immediately enraptured by your blasphemous, boundless being. From the nethermost bowels of the Nameless Mist, your vile essence leered down at him. He was overwhelmed, nauseous with unspeakable terror, fear and … love. Adoration. Obsession.

And so his purpose was rather clear. What greater cause could there be other than serving you? In his most feverish dreams he wouldn’t have dared to hope for your acceptance, and yet you welcomed him with open arms. You’ve had many servants and followers, prophets that wandered the world to warn of the mythical horned beast. All dull theatrics that bored you greatly. You hold no interest for perishable humans. Ben, on the other hand, caught your attention quite rapidly. A smudge in the orderly principles of reality. A spontaneous glitch of Earthly origins that alerted you out of your slumber. What could have caused his birth? The novelty of this mystery amuses you, so much that you’ve decided to keep him by your side.

An abyssal creature of forgotten genesis and a digital entity of unexpected source. Perhaps this bizarre partnership will eventually sneak its way into the forbidden Necronomicon for the future generations to uncover. Although Ben is more concerned with ways to profess his undying dedication to you. He might have walked these realms for a much shorter time, but he has an eternity left to catch up. As long as he’s blessed with your presence, everything else becomes trivial. He has found his reason to live and he will cling to it forever.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #eldritch reader #yandere #cosmic horror

[a-weird-writer]

It's interesting that Diablo doesn't stir even in front of an eldritch entity, any human would probs go mad when seeing an eldritch true form but Diablo keeps together. I love all the little details you mention, especially when it comes to the descriptions of madness and the inhuman similarities he and eldritch reader share. Honestly he would prefer the true form probably.

Thank you, I love writing horror!

Gore gives me brain rot; I'm melting beneath the monsters that wanna rip me apart and the horrors that wanna destroy the planet. Eldritches and the moral concept of the mind, horror and scares send me in a massive spiral, with the drama and suspense packed into it? Amazing!

It's a whole lotta fun to run deep into, and its great practice if you ever want a feel for the horror genre. There are so many things you can do, more things to experiment with. I own a bookcase full of horror I admire revisiting, my inspiration mainly stems from them and other books I grew up with.

It made sense to me that Diablo wouldn't flinch in front of an Eldritch, given why and how he acts in TTIGRAAS canon. He is by no means a fool, and even more merciless. Less so to his kind and those separate in inhumanity, to which you are an upmost product of. A pinacol of extreme strain furthest thing from human, a foreign definition of unbalance further then demons themselves. Just more reasons to show no weakness, with you at a level of 'supernatural' Diablo could never physically reach no matter what form he evolves or achieves.

It takes an enormous amount of effort to intimate, let alone flinch, Diablo the slightest bit, head straight and his back even straighter. He is pretty fearless and cares not for the contrary. I said multiple times before, Diablo is completely unmoved by appearances all together, even ones meant to...

'unhinge' the brain.

The thing with Diablo is not only is he inhuman, but also extremely experienced. In other words, knowledgeable in more ways than one in good and evil. He knows quite a lot and knows exactly how useful-and dangerous-such knowledge is. Well informed of the powers and possible secrets beyond his world. As there are always shadows, he has only seen near all. Powers ahead and behind, in between and hidden, waiting for the light to drive them out. You are just another shadow, in need of studying, yet another secret to be revealed.

Uncovering thought and purpose is what Diablo specializes in, leaving no stone, vein and magicule unturned. Pride is Diablo's sin, and he absolutely shows it. There is no silliness with Diablo-even in the games he plays-only a master of the chess board, who aims to use his pawns to the fullest potential and predict the moves of his opponent long before they make it. In fact, it's something he is passionate about; the excitement, the amount of pleasure and satisfaction he gains from unveiling an ancient mystery, unraveling the world's lost wonders over yonder.

And what greater mystery then you?

A glitch, tearing solar wind in space, and a mistake in natural design?

No degree of science, experience in this universe or understanding could ever comprehend you, not when they measure with normalcy. No one who is normal, no one who is human could ever hope to survive singularity, your unstable, unchained self.

Your existence, the proof of a where above the atmosphere, requires a substantial amount of sheer will power and understanding-assuming you could be understood entirely-to even keep oneself' together, so much so you have to stabilize and simplify yourself beyond to walk amongst people,

even then it's still a stretched maybe.

Seeing as Diablo is a primordial demon that committed his fair share of atrocities within or outside Rimuru's rule,

no person in their right mind would call Diablo normal.

Diablo is a demonic weapon of mass destruction. He witnessed madness and insanity aplenty in his line of work, in all his centuries of walking the Earth. Downfalls of angels, humans and their greedy spiral for power and wealth. As well as fellow calamities, falling victim to their destruction and despair. Evidenced further by the primordial Demon Lords and their flow in the natural world, the innate fear they strike and the mayhem-all life devested within their range-they bring forth. To both innocent and deserving.

While Diablo is not immune to trauma, he experiences it vastly different than how normal people do, as expected from an ancient demon.

Cold as ice, incredibly discreet and ever most loyal to a fault. An enigma as you are, unpredictable and crafty as they may come. A shadow in a shadow, a secret of secrets. A riddle designed to confuse and overwhelm the morals, driven with very keen interest in the unknown and the mysteries of his world, the offers on the harsh outside.

Diablo is one of the few people who will effectively stand up to intense beings like Eldritches and some of the fewer that can come to understand them-or in this case you-individually and carefully. Or relate to them on certain scales.

#normal #ask #anon #anonymous #diablo #noir #eldritch reader #tw eldritch #i hope to write more horror in the future #and yeah #he would be very interested in eldritch reader's true form then their form #something like that would be his ultimate prove of trust in a relationship #though it gets a little deeper than that in this case with an eldritch reader #diablo x reader #noir x reader #reader insert #ttigraas #that time i got reincarnated as a slime x reader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #ttigraas x reader #tw mentions of horror #tw mentions of trauma #tw mentions of gore

[just-kessho]

.Beyond

2 .Ultimate sin

A story of how the unspeakable came to love and be loved.

—Yet ultimately…

[Gender Neutral Eldritch Reader X Rengoku Kyojuro]

.Beyond masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 (current) - Chapter 0.1

Mental degradation in this chapter!

Red is a lovely colour, don’t you think?

Red is the colour of humans, you believe. It is the colour that you see when you come down from your throne to communicate through the priest and priestess. When humans create life for reasons you just cannot fathom, it is the trace that they leave behind. Close your millions of eyes, plug out your thousands of ears… and maybe, just maybe, it may be the colour that you feel when you listen to the pulsations of your heartbeats.

Among all those examples, it is also the colour of your first lipstick.

There was a red splatter on your bottom lip. Ugh, how annoying… even when you tried your best to end this without the paint getting anywhere on you, one splatter… just a tiny blot ended on your lower lip.

Oh well, at least you weren’t coated in the paint. And so what if it landed on your lip? You like the colour anyway, so that’s why…

You smeared the splatter across your bottom lip. Your finger dipped in red as well as your lip. The taste of copper somehow filled your tongue when a hint of the droplet seeped into your mouth. Then, as if remembering the ultimate atrocity you had committed in a mindless state back in your hometown, your body pulsated. Heat spread. Your muscles on fire. Your eyeballs vibrating and drawing geometrical shapes that have no names.

I’m sure nobody would blame you for acting this way. After all, this ecstasy that you felt, this relief that made your body sag… well, you just put on lipstick for the first time.

—

“You were stabbed?!” Shinjuro’s frantic voice was like the sounds of a thousand hornets… or maybe that was your frenzied beating hearts. “Are you okay? Where were you stabbed? What did that fu—”It was with a warning glare from his wife that the man shut up. Her eyes were red, but unlike the intensity of a roaring flame, her colour was an elegant dark magenta that made you watch what you say, what you do, and how you do it around her. She was just that type of human, you supposed, one effortlessly graceful, her posture elegant, comparable to the priestess of old.

Ah, please forgive me, for you were getting off track.

They bandaged Kyojuro’s arm. Because why wouldn’t they? The arm that was in a gauze lay tenderly in a sling. Why was it in a sling? It wasn’t as if it was broken or anything, so why would the hospital put it in a sling? The bandages were white, starkly white against his skin. A sickly white, even. A great contrast between the healthy glow of his natural colour to the whiteness and softness of the gauze. He wasn’t glowing. Now, why would he glow? He wasn’t some other entity or God that commands, he was just Kyojuro. A normal human that brought light and warmth into your world. But he wasn’t glowing. Why did the light disappear? Unlike the time when you sat next to each other in the soundless garden where light cascaded down, he looked so out of it right here, so… sick, even. But he was alive. He wasn’t asleep forever, closing his eyes as time caught up and whisked him away to an eternal sleep. He was here. Here now. Right in this space where he wasn’t glowing. So yeah, Kyojuro was alright. If he was alive, then he was alright, he was fine. Fine? Fine. What about his friend? Tengen, wasn’t it? Tengen was alright too. The robber’s blade only tore through Kyojuro’s skin. Why Kyojuro? Why not Tengen? No, wait. It wasn’t Tengen’s fault, not the kid in his second year of highschool. Tengen was without blame, because he, like Kyojuro, was a victim. The perpetrator? The robber. Of course it was the robber. That bastard! In order to flee his crimes, he nearly killed Kyojuro! In fact, if not for him, you, Tengen, and Kyojuro would have enjoyed a fine afternoon. But in the end, you waited and waited and waited and nobody came, because nobody was ever here.

“That must be very frightening,” Ruka’s gentle voice lulled you out of your thoughts. Or maybe it was your name that she spoke with such gentleness, such tenderness that shushed your spiralling thoughts. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

No, no. You weren’t. But Kyojuro was. And the perpetrator—

When such a tender, loving voice spoke the syllables of your name again, so pleasant to the ear that you somehow wanted to cry, you just flashed a polite smile.

“I’m okay, Rengoku-san.”

Lies. Liar. Take a bow! Let’s applaud the clown wearing a mask of lies and untruth, shall we? How can you… how could you let something as stupidly silly as this slip through? How can you keep Kyojuro safe if you cannot protect him from one measly thief? What’s a thief to the hunter of old? What’s a human with a shabby knife and pathetic limbs to the Gods of Old? What’s a miserably pitiful man to the unspeakable darkness born from the cracks of the universe? What is an animal to a God?

And being a God… well, you have to deliver judgement, right?

So, while the day bleeds into night, the blood of the canvas of the heavens drips down, when all good boys and girls drifted off, there you were. You were there in the police station, wordless staring at the sketched portrait of the robber. You were there, accompanying the woman who had her purse stolen. You were there, slightly smiling yet with a sense of guilt etched into your decaying body as you watched the Rengoku family prepare for a night in their old house.

Then, you were there, beady, soulless eyes staring at the huddled figure under the bridge.

He was frenzied. His form trembling and curled over, as if he was staring at an ant colony. His head whipped upwards when you stared at him, then ever so slowly, as if he was containing his euphoric trembles, he turned to look back.

No words were exchanged. You stayed silent. And he too. The man, deeming the space “safe”, went back to observing his make-believe ant colony.

You smiled. A smile that stretched your lips upwards, making your skin stretch upwards. But wait! You… you hoped you were not that sinister-looking. Whoops, better tone it down, and diminish your smile a little bit. You don’t want to frighten the poor sod that will have his existence erased, after all. Hmm… maybe you should give him a hug? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, because Kyojuro always give hugs whenever someone is huddled over like this. But better do this quietly, slowly. You don’t want it to run away.

“Found you.”

Still, you couldn’t help but let out a breathless chuckle.

It was humourless, nonetheless.

—

He was having such a good time today.

He stole some bitch’s purse, sold the damn thing, and got a good deal for his efforts. So, when he finished inserting the drug into his system… ahhhh… he was in bliss. Oh, don’t get him wrong, it was all in a hard day’s work. The bitch was well off, he considered, since the purse was enough to buy several injections… so if she could afford such a prized thing, then he concluded she had enough money to not miss it.

He huddled over, trying to get the world to stop swirling with a myriad of colours when—

Hey, what was that? He thought he heard a sound. The sounds similar to those annoying pipes in his hut. You know, the ones where it was hollowed out where even the slightest wind will have them emit an aggravating echo. This sound was guttural, rasping too… seriously all he wanted to do was to enjoy his high, but a stupid homeless had to encroach on his territory?!

He swirled his head to look back, perhaps give a piece of his mind to whatever was making this raspy, thick sound but only found nothing.

Huh.

Nothing. Nought. All around him was the void. And the bridge overhead. But apart from that, nothing. Did you see anything? No? Thought so. So, he waits. And still nothing.

Feeling slightly foolish and an equal amount of terror (how weird. Can you please tell him why he feels this way?), he turned back. A minute or two later. He hears the hiss of the pipe again. No, hisses. Sounds. Not just one pipe. But a lot of pipes. A group, a cluster.

Hearing his heart in his ears, he tries to focus. At least, to subdue all this trembling. Man, his limbs feel like they were underwater.

And the world goes dark. Even the pretty, swirling colours. But what’s this? When… when he focuses on the black spot next to him, somehow, someway or the other, there was light. The light peeped through the cracks of the dark, bleeding from the fissures that seemed to be swirling around his ankles. Huh, when had the ground become like swirling whirlpools of mud? Whatever, that isn’t important. What was important was how good this shit is.

(Gh— somewhere inside of him. Perhaps a figment of what remains of his sanity, throbs. You shouldn’t be here.)

Man, what did they give him today?

(Go. Turn back. His head hurts. His spine hurts.)

Through the cracks, the fissures, he thought he saw stardust. The creation of the universe, perhaps? Wow. Seriously, whoa. What was the drug? Did he become God? Was he… was he within God’s embrace? (As if the touch of God was washed down, he felt the embrace of the celestial travel down his spine. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.) He wants to touch God. (Ghh— shut up.) He wants to become one with the cracks that create this universe. (His instincts scream at him to run. To crawl. To do anything. Anything at all to get out.) He wants he wants he wants he wantshewantshewants.

Then, he heard the voice of God.

(—and finally, all is silent.)

It was… he could not describe it. In fact, if he was of a sane mind and soul, he could not even begin to understand or describe what he had heard. Yes, it was that indescribable. “Strange” wouldn’t even describe an inch of the voice. The tone was deep, like the hollowed howling of the pipes deep underground. The syllables were like a cluster of stars that danced and glittered, or… or— or maybe it was the palpitations of his heartbeat.

His heart on his sleeve, his blood in his windpipe, his sense of touch flowing in his veins… and finally, finally… he feels the golden glow, the celestial unspeakable swimming and swimming, destroying yet creating in his neurons.

Until finally, he becomes one with the God.

The thumping of his heart became one with the pulsations of his blood. But alongside, something else was tunnelling through. Borrowing deeper and deeper as if he was a cavern and it, a mole rat.

It was deep. It was too deep.

—and suddenly, he was full.

He looks forwards, and sees. (Thump.) The, universe. (The sound of his heart that burst and pumps was loud. It was painful.) The cracks, that birthed. (A wave of raw fear, uncontrollable, overwhelming, threatens to take hold.) The, fissures. (He should not be here. He cannot be here—) The, stardust that, emits. (—He cannot be here in front of that— that THING.

How insignificant, humans are.

(Thump. Thump.)

For what is an ant to the might and judgment of humans? For what is a human, to the existence of nature? For what is nature, to the ownership of, the universe?

(Thump. Thump. Th ump.)

For that creature, (Thump) that being, that indescribable, (th ump) is entirely different. No (thu mp. T hump.) measurement, as feeble as humans, (t h ump. Th u mp) can compare. (Thu mp) It was (t hu mp) beyond evaluation. Th—

And finally, no nothing is no more.

—

As you thought earlier…

Red is a lovely colour, don’t you think?

Red is the colour of humans, you believe. It is the colour that you see when you come down from your throne to communicate through the priest and priestess. When humans create life for reasons you just cannot cannot fathom, it is the trace that they leave behind. Close your millions of eyes, plug out your thousands of ears… and maybe, just maybe, it may be the colour that you feel when you listen to the pulsations of your heartbeats.

Finally, it is the colour of your first lipstick.

There was a red splatter on your bottom lip. Ugh, how annoying… even when you tried your best to end this without the paint getting anywhere on you, one splatter… just a tiny blot ended on your lower lip.

You smeared the splatter across your bottom lip. Your finger dipped in red as well as your lip. The taste of coppery-filled sin filled your tongue when the droplet seeped into your mouth.

Then, as if remembering the ultimate atrocity you had committed in a mindless state back on your hometown, your body pulsated. Heat spread. Your muscles on fire. Your eye balls vibrating and drawing geometrical shapes that have no names.

I’m sure nobody would blame you for acting this way. After all, this ecstasy that you felt, this relief that made your body sag… well, using the blood of the sinful, you just put on lipstick for the first time. Punishment for the sinful, for the ultimate sin.

Him, wounding Kyojuro.And you—

2 .Ultimate sin (you, and me)

#KNY #Kimetsu no Yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku x you #eldritch horror #eldritch reader

[konigsblog]

könig who has two dicks, one that you ride, the other you jerk off.

maybe, something eldritch-könig related, two tentacles acting as his dick? :)

#orla speaks #könig #konig #yandere konig #eldritch reader #eldritch horror

[thegnomelord]

here for the prompt game! (Seriously such a neat idea)

I’m thinking 26 with Ghost and Soap and an inexperienced male reader (could be trans if you want) who’s got an eager golden retriever vibe about him even if he doesn’t know as much as the other two. Also maybe some fluff on the side about reader maybe biting off more than they can chew and getting overwhelmed and Ghost and Soap could comfort him? Thanks!

Sure thing anon! sorry it took so long, couldn't figure out what to write; I decided to do an eldritch reader since I haven't written it in a while and I think it works with this prompt :D. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Pulling them closer by the back of the neck

CW: NSFW, Sub Top Male Eldritch Reader, Dom Bottom Ghost, Sub Bottom Soap, oral, anal, nonhuman genitalia, tentacles, first times.

You don't know how this happened; Ghost and Soap(primarily Soap) had taken upon themselves to introduce you to alcohol, and despite the knowledge you couldn't get drunk or even consume it like they could, you still drank down what was given to you just to see amusement dancing in their eyes as they tried to match you.

Then Johnny had leaned in and by the time your eternal mind had finished buffering you were stuck between two warm bodies, Soap's hands greedily pushing beneath your shirt, his mouth like a blistering star against your own, tongue prying your lips open to push cold liquor into your mouth and running over your teeth as a way to remind you to swallow.

And for the first time in over a millennia you are. . .uncertain.

You'd watched these little creatures for so long you had been certain you could match them, arrogant creature that you are, for what is an ant to a god?

But the moment you felt their touch, before even time had been able to register it, you froze. You felt naked; you feel naked, stripped bare of cloth and human flesh, their warmth stabbing through inky abyss to your core, to all that you are and will be.

Johnny pulls back with a wicked grin and you're left breathing like a newborn, your skin bulging in unnatural ways as you shift beneath, unsure of what to do, what to think, your mind desperate to feel more yet weary of it.

You forget how observant they are despite how short their lives are, "You olright?" Simon asks, his broad chest flush with your back, both of them warm like collapsing stars compared to your corpse like temperature.

"Yeah lad," Johnny leans a bit back, "Yer lookin' a wee bit tense." His palms lay flush along your ribs and he can almost feel you writhing beneath— it takes every bit of your consciousness not to reach out, not to tear through the flimsy layer of stolen skin to feel him, not to wrap them in your body and never let go.

"I. . ." You push out a breath, the air near your mouth crackling with static. "I don't know." Your eyes focus on Johnny only to widen when you notice how his mohawk has puffed up like a blow-dried cat. "Ah-I'm sorry."

Johnny looks at you incredulously, not aware by his appearance, "Sorry for whot?" His brows furrowed, "Hey, wee dinnea have to do this if yer havin' second thoughts."

You feel Simon shift to your side, still close but not suffocatingly so, his rough fingers on the nape of your neck, blunt nails scratching your skin. "Talk to us."

"I. . .I didn't think it would be this hard." You admit, gnawing on your bottom lip; some things are native to both gods and mortals, anxiety included.

"That's what she said." Johnny suddenly pipes up. "I- ow!" You assume it's some type of poorly timed joke by the way Ghost swats him over the head, turning a deaf ear to Johnny's whining about it hurting.

"What's the matter lovie?" Ghost pulls your attention like a lighthouse in a vast ocean of darkness, "Did'yea think fockin' would be easy from being a peeping Tom?" You'd gotten a talking to plenty of times about having watched them fuck when they'd thought you were a cat.

You lower your head, unable to meet his eyes; funny how a fly can make you feel so small. "Yeah."

Johnny quirks a grin, "Need some guidance then?" You're confused until Johnny's hands move, blissfully warm fingers tickling along your ribs before lightly tugging on your nipple, and though logically you shouldn't feel much in your skin suit, it still has you rippling beneath your skin, a sharp breath leaving your lungs. "Need us tae show yae how ta snog?"

"Snog?" You ask, barely able to make your tone sound confused, or even human for that matter.

"Roll in the hay," Ghost joins him, much slower, paw like hand tracing down the curve of your spine, "mate," His hand dips down to your thigh, sliding up to your hip and not even you are oblivious enough to not see the implication. "have sex," Simon leans in to your ear, breath fanning your flesh. "Fuck."

A nonhuman sound escapes your throat, leaving their bones shaking, but you hardly notice as the promise of having them, of touching them like none of your kin have before, makes your head nod automatically.

"Use your words godling," Simon orders, and the second a 'yes' comes from your mouth Johnny's descending on you like a wolf, your teeth clacking together, tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth all over again, blunt nails scratching down your sides.

You kiss him back despite how uncoordinated you are, trying to retake the breath he's stealing from you, and the moment Johnny pulls back, panting, Simon is there. A firm hand on the back of your neck pulls you to meet Ghost's lips, rough and demanding, already so familiar that deaf and blind you'd be able to tell them apart.

You melt between them, between their lips and their touches, not even noticing how drops of liquid abyss pushes past your pores; fingers turning into claws to help disrobe them, eyes spreading across your body to see both of their reactions as you touch and feel, teeth elongating and filling all the corners of your mouth better mark them, tongue elongating and darkening to push as deep into Soap's tight heat as you can, each twist and turn of your monstrous tongue making Soap whine and pant and moan like a receptive mate, viscous saliva staining his shaking thighs and marking him as yours.

Your mind only returns when you feel Ghost's rough hand on your cock, what should be a normal human mating organ turned ridged and bumpy, squirming like an eel in his hand, your viscous precum leaving his skin tingling. "Fuck, I-" You jump, tongue still lodged deep in Johnny's ass, your voice ringing all around and gently shaking the ground.

"Easy there," Ghost shushes you like a frightened stallion, not even a bit unnerved by your current condition. The booze you'd all drank helps to make their minds more receptive to your existence, the horrific sight of bits of you pushing out of your human skin only tickling their skulls.

"Think he's stretched enough," Ghost strokes you a few more times, before a firm hand on your nape makes you pull your head back, slowly dragging your foot long tongue out despite how desperately Johnny's walls clench down on you— it has you salivating to have your mouth on him again.

"Ghost." You manage out, every bit of you shuddering from the look he gives you, by the way he tugs you closer by your cock until your tip's tickling Johnny's well lubed entrance.

"Fuck, look how desperate you've made him." Ghost's words make your eyes, all your eyes, focus on Johnny; pleasure makes your chest burn hot with how fucked out he looks, panting like he's in heat, drool running down his chin, eyes bleary and unfocused, whole body boneless and splayed out for you.

"Shite," Soap pants, barely able to catch your gaze, spreading his legs even wider for you, his hand roughly pawing at his own cock. "C'mon- fock- just please, let me- need you-"

"Go on godling," Ghost growls, trusting you to follow his orders so he takes his place by Johnny's head, his dick hard and red right in front of Johnny's lips. "Take 'im."

You don't dare refuse, pushing your hips forward, your writhing cock seeking out his hole, easily slipping inside. Immediately pleasure bangs on your skull, on your mind, like a hammer, distant stars cracking from how you groan, sinking inch after inch into him. Your shaft squirms inside, squirming, stretching, feeling every inch of his walls and when you slam inside that tight heat fully Johnny screams.

You stop all at once, the temperature in the room dropping, your nonexistent heart shredding itself at the thought of having hurt them— only to feel Johnny bucking his hips into yours, his arousal sticking to your tongue like honey.

"Aye, he's a slag," Simon laughs, guiding his tip to Soap's mouth and having him immediately latch on, plump lips wrapping tightly around Simon's large shaft and bobbing his head. "Yea can go rougher, he likes the pain."

Wearily, you snap your hips, your strength far surpassing theirs, almost doubling over at how he clenches around you like a vice and moans in such a sacrosanct way. Even with Ghost's cock half-way down his throat, Johnny tries to beg you to move, pretty tears in his eyes awakening something deep and hungry inside you.

Your flesh suit moves on it's own and you're unable to do anything else but follow and feel, burning every sound you tear from Johnny's occupied mouth into your eternal memory, each praise that falls from Ghost's lips as you hammer into the hot willing body beneath you making you edge closer and closer towards release, your claws leaving red bleeding lines where you grip his shaking legs to keep him stable.

You don't even notice when you lean down, the 'crack' of bone Johnny's only warming before the newly formed maw at your torso envelops his leaking cock. The taste of his precum, like sweetened communal wine, floods your senses, your tongue hanging out of your mind as you brainlessly hump into him, barely able to catalogue each little twitch of his legs when you pound him in just the right spot.

You cum incredibly fast, centuries later you'll be embarrassed at how poorly you lasted, but right now all your attention, all your focus, all you are, boils down to them— their scents, their low groans, their moans, the blissful heat of Johnny's walls clenching down on you as you slam your hips into his and cum, flooding his receptive body with your seed.

Johnny cums as quickly as you, shooting his cum into your awaiting mouth and into the darkness between stars where your true body resides, small little gurgles coming from him as he swallows down Simon's own release.

You collapse on top of him, your mind empty for the first time since your birth, carnal pleasure having reduced you to nothing but an animal. There are so many eyes all over your body yet not one of them can look at Ghost without his silhouette doubling in your vision, your body so sensitive that even a brush of his hand across your sweaty skin has you moaning softly.

"That's a good god," Ghost snorts, ruffling your sweaty hair. Then his fingers slide down, carefully avoiding poking the numerous eyes as he grips your chin, making you look at him. "D'yea think you can go again? This one is far from done." He hums, noting how Johnny's hip continues to twitch into yours despite how fucked out he is.

You don't know how much you have in you, but you're about to find out. . .

#cod mw2 #x reader #gnome correspondence #trinkets from the hoard #male reader #top male reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x male reader #sub john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod x male reader #cod smut #Gnome's Prompt Game #eldritch reader #ghoap x reader #ghoap

[altra]

Have been losing a week reading @naffeclipse s fic cryptid sightings.

An absolutely stunning fic about fnaf sun and moon as a cryptid that follows a cryptid hunter! Reader around.

I started reading it and when I looked up from my phone the week was over.

And now I fantasies about it and like. What if it was the other way around and reader was the cryptid?

Eldritch horror style creature reader taking on human form and starting at Freddy fazbears for some reason or another.

When there is suddenly something way quirkier at night at fazbears than the Animatronics :'D

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #cryptid Reader #eldritch reader #ya all should read cryptid sightings #cryptid sun and moon #imagine someone starts at fazbear #they seem human. They aren't. #That one person that's quirkier than the Animatronics. #they totally romance the daycare attended. #imagine an eldritch horror wrangling moon into submission

[eldritcmor]

HUNGRY

Warnings: description of corpse.

Inspired by @diejager monster 141 series and @bluegiragi vampire graves

Taglist: @batw3nch

“You must be hungry, huh? Your people no longer spill blood to feed you. That’s okay, I can feed you, friend.” Your voice was a raspy coo. The taste of honey sweet power flowed on the back of Graves’s tongue. You should be dead. He had personally drained you dry himself, to spite the 141, yet here you were. A corpse, leaning in the doorway of the cell they died in. Well he could always try again.

“Now darlin’, why don’t you just step back in that door way and we’ll get you in a minute.” Graves kept his voice cheerful. Your milky unseeing eyes locked on him and he swears he could feel the devil clawing down his spine.

“Tlaltecuhtli has been hungry so long. I want to feed her first.”

Your raspy coo mixed and layered with what sounded like a child’s pleading. Even his thralls shivered as those blue lips stumbled over syllables. The taste of honey began to mix with stone dust.

Grave’s shook his head. “No can do, storm cloud. Why don’t you step back in that cell? I’m sure you can feed them later.” Your face twitched as if trying to decide between laughing and frowning. Grave’s lightly rested a finger over the trigger of his rifle. You smiled then. A slow creeping gateway into a pitch black mouth. “But she’s already here.” And the earth cracked.

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #eld writes #141 x reader #philip graves #monster reader #eldritch reader #secret world legends #the secret world

[auroralightsthesky]

BoB reacting to an eldritch reader. Like the reader has a strange vibe to him and there is something sinister about him that the crew cannot pinpoint. Once they get to Europe, he gets separated from the crew and literally captures a high ranking officer from the enemy. The enemy is even more disturbed.

Oooooh honey, you've really piqued my interests now (lol). Man I wish it was closer to Halloween otherwise this would be a fuckin masterpiece!!!

Dick was unnerved at the slightly cracked door to (y/n)'s room, the faint, yellow orange glow and a heavy, herby aroma coming from his room. Quietly he peered through the crack, curious to see what went on when all fell quiet at night.

In he peered to find an altar-like table covered over in green silk, littered with votives, different colored candles with strange symbols etched onto the waxy surface. Skulls were placed at each of the four corners with a rosary wrapped around each one and a cigarette placed in the mouths. Dried plants, a tin coffee mug and a large incense burner let off their heady, earthy aromas, scattered freely across the tabletop while on the wall hung a tapestry depicting a skeleton wearing a top hat.

Dick was utterly unnerved at the sight of the bones that littered the altar. He didn't know where they had come from, nor to whom they had belonged, but a shiver ran up his back the more he looked at it. Was this death itself he had been peering at? He didn't know. He startled when he heard the footsteps approaching, bolting down the hall back to his room and slamming the door shut behind him.

Holland, Autumn 1944

"Where's (y/n)?" Dick asked, the authoritative tone creeping into his voice.

"Haven't seen him," Liebgott said.

"Heffron, you see him?"

"Nope," Babe replied. "Last I saw, he bolted when he got separated."

Dick was growing nervous. He didn't want to have to write another letter to another family.

"Dick?!" Nix called.

Dick turned his head to find Nix and (y/n) striding back with a prisoner, a high ranking German officer, his uniform unsullied by the dirt, mud and blood of combat while the iron cross hung proudly from the chest of his coat. A long, jagged scar ran from his eye and across his cheek, his gaunt face looking absolutely sinister and ghost-like.

"Sergeant (y/ln)", Dick said, straightening up a little bit. "I see you've brought us a prisoner."

"Yeah and I need MPs to take him right away," (y/n) responded tersely. "And I mean right away."

Nix immediately called for the MPs who hauled the German officer away. As soon as their backs were turned, Dick felt that same, terrible, unnerving dread returning to him like the tide.

"Alright, spill it," Dick ordered. "I know something's going on here. You wouldn't just take off like that for no reason."

You smirked a little. "You know that the people in that man's circle call him 'The Rat Catcher', right?"

"Rat catcher?"

From your coat pocket you pulled what looked like a necklace made from gold pieces. But when Dick took a closer look he almost gasped.

"What is this.....?" he asked.

"You don't want to know," (y/n) said, shaking his head.

"And you......that night......the altar...?"

"Prayers to catch the son of a bitch."

A chill ran up Dick's back, the hairs on his neck standing straight up. He knew then never to stop (y/n) from doing what he needed to do. The life of another might just depend on it.

#band of brothers #dick winters #reader insert #eldritch reader #hbo war #hbo war au #hbo war short fics #easy company