#i'm monsterlover

[huhnr]

Grand demonic form (headcannons)

Obey me!

part 1/5

Note 1 - The letters are interesting, the words are complex. How do you gather your strength and just write cool stuff? I was in the thrall of procrastination for two days. I was afraid to write. After all, I could just draw a picture, put it on the Internet and the Internet is like "wow! here are two likes for you," but I decided to go the WRONG way, namely BY WRITING (writing is good, I just don't know how to write cool stuff).

Note 2 – Another bad thing is that I don't know English very well. To be honest, your luck has turned against you. Sorry for the mistakes I made when translating.

So, let's get started.

Characters: Beelzebub, Belphegor

Demons have three forms of existence in this world::

1) Polite form. This form is similar to a human, and although demons are still dangerous in this form, outwardly they inspire some confidence.

2) Demonic form. The form that comes out with strong emotions or when they need to use their inner strengths.

3) Grand demonic form (True form). This form will appear when it becomes unbearable to endure the despair that life brings. A form that will show the true face of all the higher demons. Will show their very essence, and it would be better if no one is around at this time.

In fact, Grand demonic form was not always inherent in demons.

It became possible when one not at all weak demoness was denied love by her lover (human), saying that "sometimes her behavior is unnecessarily cruel" and that "she did not even try to restrain her impulses," which led the demoness to desperate measures. She was filled with anger and created such a powerful spell that brought out will bring out a lot of demons out of control.

In the course of the further event D, the following happens:

1) The spell leads to the appearance of Mother of Beasts (Benez Takajo), who appeared instead of the creator of the spell (Carrieress).

Her height was approximately 25 meters, her appearance is ugly and resembles a stereotypical siren.

2) The appearance of the Mother leads to increased aggression of the lower demons and their subsequent transformation into their demonic forms.

Later, eyewitnesses noted that "at first they heard a whisper in their head, similar to crying, and then they felt a sharp and strong desire to protect someone."

In addition, the witnesses and everyone else in the Devildom heard the voice of the Carrieress in the head, which conveyed the following message: "To know the tenderness and devotion of demons, you need to drown in our growling and in the blood of our enemies. I will be the first in this family."

In addition to the voice of the Carrier, the image of the Mother was transmitted in the minds of eyewitnesses, which no one has forgotten.

3) Mass riots occur, which later also pass into the Human world, in which there are also losses among the human population, in particular, the beloved of the Carrieress dies.

4) By the forces of the Seven Lords, the Mother of Beasts is turned back into a polite form, but the Carrieress creates a portal and escapes.

5) With the help of the huge resources of all three worlds, it became possible to erase the incident from the memory of people and in the media.

The Carrieress of the Mother of  Beasts has not yet been found.

General information about the True form of demons

All specimens are really huge. Their height is 20-25 meters.

The power of demons in this form also increases.

There were no recorded cases of eating anyone or anything (the exception is the Devourer).

The appearance of the specimens refers to their animal symbol (remember the tapestries of the brothers in student council room? That's what I'm talking about).

Also, the appearance of the specimens refers to the character, preferences or even hobbies of their Carriers.

At the first appearance of a specimen, the entire Devildom (and even guests who are currently staying on the territory of the state) hears the voice of the Carrieress. With each new specimen, the Carrieress says a new phrase.

Also, at the first appearance of the specimen, their external image is always transmitted to the head of those present, which is remembered in the smallest detail.

Aggression in this form increases in demons.

Demons acquire abilities that they previously did not have or that had a lesser effect. In addition, effects that occur uncontrollably are noted.

These effects and abilities do not affect other specimens. If specimens have a fight, then it is solved physically.

Demons in this form do not know how to talk, but they can croak, squeak, buzz, etc. (regardless of whether they have a mouth or not). Again, the animal symbol of the Carrier has a huge influence.

Specimens do not have the consciousness that they have in their usual form (the form of the Carrier). Essentially, they are animals.

Interestingly, they can be controlled to some extent (by asking to turn back into a polite form), but they can only be controlled by those whom the specimens consider close to themselves or mates (Beaters).

Specimens, as it turned out, remember the partners of their Carriers and treat them with warmth.

The typical behavior of animals has been noticed when they consider someone to be a member of their pack. The level of aggression is obviously decreasing, but only in relation to the Beater.

DEVOURER OF SUN AND SOWER OF MOON JOIN THE FAMILY.

I HOPE YOUR DAYS AND NIGHTS WILL BE STAINED WITH BLOOD.

Here are the true demonic forms of Beelzebub and Belphegor:

Devourer of Sun (Sunaso Moshtul’) и Sower of Moon (Raneso Kosbo).

They don't look alike, but they're still twins. Their bodies are not fully completed, but this does not cause them problems. On the contrary, it is a symbol that they are an extension of each other. They can exist separately from each other and can cause a lot of destruction to the world, but they will bring much more chaos when they unite into a new specimen and the name of this specimen is Herald of Eclipse (Val'guta Hozla).

Devourer of Sun

Don't be fooled by its appearance, which is dominated by red. Beelzebub was and remains a fly, but it just so happens that the true form of this demon is a fusion of FLESH and SHELL.

You will not doubt this description when you find yourself next to him, because the Devourer's stay is accompanied by the sound of swarming and buzzing of billions of flies. You will finally be convinced when you feel the smell of flesh. Does Beelzebub smell like that, or those he ate? You won't find out, and you don't need it.

You will not forget about his numerous mouths, teeth and eyes that follow everything that is happening around.

The Devourer has two pairs of hands, one of which he likes to pierce his victims or opponents. No one should approach the Sower, otherwise there is a chance of running into an angry Devourer.

It is noticed that the Devourer does not disdain to eat trees, machinery or even buildings. He even enjoys eating objects rather than some kind of flesh.

There have been cases of voluntary and, at times, aggressive (if you try to stop them) desire of demons to be eaten by a Devourer.

The Devourer can eat anything or anyone either with a flower on its head or with a mouth in its side.

Among other things, in the area of the Devourer's stay, a decrease in the saturation and brightness of the surrounding reality was noticed. The Devourer, on the contrary, is clearly and vividly visible.

Beaters of the Devourer: Belphie, MC and Lucifer (to a lesser extent).

The Devourer likes to hum melodiously to his Beaters and bring some kind of food (sometimes not edible, sometimes alive and screaming). Sometimes he can ride them on his shoulders, but it may not be a particularly pleasant activity.

Sower of Moon

Belphegor in his true form is a fusion of SILVER, COSMOS AND BULL FLESH.

When he goes somewhere, his steps are accompanied by the gentle and light sound of many ringing bells. When he freezes in place, a suspension of brilliant cosmic dust appears, which shimmers with many colors, some of which cannot be described by any of the eyewitnesses.

Unlike the Devourer, the Sower does not consist of muscles, but his skin, tender as the skin of young bulls, is covered with bruises, and somewhere is subject to necrosis.

Despite the fact that his appearance is far from beautiful, eyewitnesses say that they feel tenderness for him and want to take care of him (demons can point the Sower to the places where it will be most convenient for him to sleep).

Unlike the calm Devourer, the Sower has a mocking nature. If desired, it can emit a special black-purple suspension of dust, which puts you to sleep, and then leads to the explosion of victims on the spot. It is impossible to say whether the dust itself causes the victims to self-explode or the Sower himself wants it. Either way, the Sower always gets excited, laughing and snorting.

Like the Bearer, the Sower likes to sleep, but as soon as he finds victims, the eyes, which are permanently closed, closely observe what is happening.

Minor distortions of the surrounding reality have been recorded in those places where cosmic dust settles. In addition, if dust settles on a living being, the creature itself can also be distorted. The effect will disappear if you take a bath.

Beaters of the Sower: Beel and MC.

He will show them the most beautiful illusions that he can create from his magic dust. If they want, he can show how his victims explode.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #demons #monster #they're sexy #breathe if you agree #i'm monsterlover #I love them both so much #I want children from the two of them

[yore-donatsu]

My contribution about Ramattra with a mouth/tongue/big teeth (largely inspired by the @shadeyenova‘s work - which has also inspired  @zetomeri (their twitter))

#Overwatch 2 #OW #Ramattra #The Husbanbot #Fanart #My headcanon #especially in relation to the ''gimmicky'' #I talk about his mouth #Already sometimes he reminds me of a little gray when I draw his head #But here he looks more like an Alien/Xenomorph #Particularly on the first sketch #Sooo scary #but too sexy #Hello monsterlovers ! #Annnnnnnnnd I can't be serious more one minute and I'm imagined this stupid situation #Chop/grap his tongue create a strange reaction: #It makes him drool a lot and his tongue moves by itself - like a snake #For the ''saliva'' - it's a settings's problem and Rama knows it (inspired by a fanfiction) #For the tongue's ''autonomy'' it's not the same story #This intrigues the omnic much cause it shouldn't be possible #''It's not supposed to move by itself... By Iris'' #For the person who graps Rama any fears #Who is it ? #N/Y ? #Sona ? #OC ? #Other OW's characters ? #IDK

[hellhoundmaggie]

Waynemancer MC when they finally get to hold hands with Wayne:

Simpsons Hollow

#I'm genuinely curious about how intimacy with someone with wet gloopy bits falling off them is going to work #the plight of the monsterlover #simpsons hollow #scarlet hollow mc #scarlet hollow #wayne scarlet hollow

[sio-writes]

Movie Night

I challenged myself to write a short blurb in under 1k words, and we capped in at 998 (hell yeah!)

I've been inspired by my writing buddies in the fantasci discord server, so have a bit of a Hero/Villain interaction. It's a bit out of my usual wheelhouse but I think I did the concept some justice! There's some mild swearing but that's all c:

The steam from the shower nearly chokes the small apartment, but Hero wouldn’t turn down the temperature if their life depended on it. It’s the easiest way to release the tension in their joints, ease the tightness of their muscles after beating back Supervillain for the third time this week. It was a victory hard-won, and Hero was still finding bruises and scrapes that they hadn't felt during the heat of battle.

The shower also acts as a ritual of sorts, one that started out of necessity - saving a city was a hard job, and then as Hero got better at that job, the ritual just kind of stuck.

Scrubbed and dry with fresh bandages over the worst of the injuries, Hero knocks back several ibuprofen and changes into pajamas. The fight took everything out of them, and they want nothing more than to relax for the rest of the evening.

Which of course invites a knock on their door, and Hero knows exactly who it is. They barely have a chance to unlock the door before Villain pushes past them and into the apartment. They pace the small living room as Hero closes and locks the door, then turns an accusing finger in Hero's direction. "I can't believe you!"

"You saw the fight, huh?" Hero asks, leaning on one shoulder against the wall. "I assume you have notes?"

Villain's eyes widen, indignant. "You bet your ass I do! Never fight Supervillain alone, your own words! And what do I see on TV first thing in the morning? You! Being flattened into the fucking Metrix high-rise!"

Hero cringes, hating that Villain is right. "It's not like I planned it. I did call for help, but by the time everyone else got there, Supervillain was long gone." They shrug, and the movement pulls at a nasty gash over their back that makes them wince. They kick off the wall to step around Villain, and then flop dramatically onto the couch, ignoring Villain's increasingly indignant stare. Standing takes effort, plus it hurts, so if Villain wants to yell at them more, they'll have to do it from down here.

"Don't you care that they might--"

"Wanna watch a movie?" Hero interrupts, reaching for the remote.

Villain sputters for a second, but this song and dance is nothing new for either of them. One gets hurt, the other gets upset, they brush it off and continue on. So after a long-suffering stare, an arm movement like they're a bird taking flight, and a hefty sigh, Villain drapes themself over Hero's couch as Hero fiddles with the channels.

“Anything but the news,” Villain says.

Hero flips to a channel playing a movie— they haven't seen a proper movie in months— and Villain grunts their approval.

Normally, Hero enjoys war movies, but those pain pills kick in fast, and before the opening credits are over, Hero’s already struggling to pay attention. It's an older movie, made in the 70's, something about the Cold War, and there's so much talking and so little action that Hero is fighting to stay awake, until Villain starts on a tirade.

"It's just like the government, eh? Fuckin' politicians, they just waltz all over--"

Hero groans, thumping Villains leg with their fist. "Knock it off. I heard nothing but this all damn day."

Villain scoffs, cutting off their rant but still broadcasting their frustration. They turn their attention back to the movie, and in sympathy, Hero pats their knee where it's draped over their own legs. "Things'll get better, you know they will."

Villain scrunches their face in displeasure, sinking into the couch as they cross their arms over their chest. "Not fast enough. People are dying."

Hero sighs through their nose, fond yet exasperated. This argument never seems to stale, no matter how often it comes up. They never reach an agreement, only until they run out of talking points and one gives up. Currently Hero is in the lead at 43-42.

At a commercial break, Villain reaches out to gently brush their knuckles over a large purple bruise on Hero's ankle. “This looks bad.”

Hero hums, noncommittal. Supervillain had actually broken that ankle, but with Hero's accelerated healing factor, it was back in place before they got home, and the bruise will be long gone before the weekend's over. “I mean, you saw the fight.”

“You should be more careful around Supervillain,” they say, serious. “They don’t have a conscience like I do.”

Hero scoffs, smiling. “Didn't you gut-punch me last week?”

“I was aiming for the senator," they mumble, looking down. They look back to Hero, eyes still hardened. "They’ll kill you given the chance.” Villain’s expression brokers no argument, and Hero holds their gaze for a moment. Hero’s easy smile fades, taking in the concern of Villain’s expression.

“Don’t worry about me,” Hero mumbles. “It’s part of the job.”

“An avoidable part.”

Hero rolls their eyes. "I can't just quit, and I--" Hero squints at the screen. “What the fuck is that?"

It's not a distraction this time, Hero genuinely can't make heads or tails of why this plane is sitting on its ass-end and taking off like the space shuttle.

Villain sighs, turning their head back towards the TV, and then they perk up. "Oh, that's a Lockheed XFV-1," Villain says easily before tossing back popcorn into their mouth. Hero didn't remember making popcorn, and couldn't recall Villain making any - they must've made it when Hero dozed off.

"It was made for vertical take-off and landing," Villain continues. "Like a helicopter, but shaped like a plane. Oh! That one's a Lavochkin-LA, super big during the Cold War."

Hero squints at them. "Are you a history nerd?"

Villain flushes. "Kind of? I'm not as keyed-in as some people." They snort, and their smile is lopsided. "Don't tell anyone, it'll ruin my street cred."

Hero recognizes an olive branch when they see one, and they smile easily. "I won't tell anyone. Hand me some popcorn."

#my writing #hero x villain #heroxvillain #under 1k #fantasci tumblr #I'm not sure what else to tag this as I'm usually in the monsterlover side :< #Fantasci

[hype-blue-fixation]

How come nobody has made a tickle fic or a drawing or ANYTHING about Kaiju Alastor? (giant Alastor, like he does in episode 5 while killing the loan sharks, heard they called him kaiju in twitter lol) The possibilities we're missing out! As a ler he would be terrifying, able to pin the lee with one hand, or even a finger, and those claws would be the death of any lee! And as a lee there's also posibilities for him, being big makes it difficult to defend aganist small lers lol, even worse if Lucifer pins him down using magic or his raw force

I WAS ACTUALLY THINKIN ABOUT THIS YESTERDAY

I saw some kaiju Alastor/Lucifer art and was like "bro imagine???" but haven't gotten around to making any content for it. I agree this is a crime and I do plan on changing it.

Since I'm an absolute sucker for big powerful guys getting wrecked by tickles, I love the idea of him going on a rampage and Lucifer (or some other overlords) end it by tickling him back into his normal form.

But I'm ALSO a sucker for big giant beasts being soft. So yeah imagine getting hunted by that absolutely stunning example of an eldritch horror and being treated like a fragile little doll. Like he could flick his finger and slice your head off, but he'd rather be all gentle n fluffy.

Cannon be darned, my guy.

#kaiju Alastor #Demon form Alastor #sfw tickle community #Alastor headcannons #asks #monsterlover brain #I'm making plans

[krakensdottir]

Getting defensive over my nonhumans blorbos bc I would love nothing more than to be sexless and not have any of those parts or have to think about it ever again. They're living the dream tbh. I love you nonhuman ace-adjacent representation, you're my favorite kind. I'm glad you're out there for fucked-up trash children like me.

#vagueposting as a lonely unapologetic monsterlover #it's that kind of night #not tagging this I'm not insane

[somebodysumbuddy]

Monstertober, Day 6

Following @snejkha ‘s Monstober prompt list.

Day 6: kitsune, d20 roll; limb

Content warning: no gory description but mentions missing/removed limb and some blood.

You were out on a walk when you heard a cry. It was half between a baby’s cry and the yelp of a pained animal. You stopped unsure whether to go towards it or turn and make your way safely back home. Even a hurt animal was a dangerous one. It only took until another cry from the animal, this one stronger and longer. The high pitched squeal raised the hair on the back of your neck. The tail end of the let off in a panting sort of laugh and you identified it immediately. It was a fox. You still hesitated a couple of seconds before purposefully heading towards the pond, away from your intended trail.

More of the fox’s cries lead you right to where they lay, close to the muddy bank of the pond. It seemed to have dragged it’s self away from the water’s edge, its body was caked in rust colored mud. You made your way closer as carefully and quietly as you could. It didn’t wouldn’t have mattered anyhow, the creature was desperately focused on licking itself clean, only lifting their head to intermittently let loose a n ear-splitting scream. You were only two feet away, practically bent over it when you were able to make out why.

It’s head was tucked against their left shoulder as they aggressively licked at where their arm should be. Instead only a couple inches of their limb remained. They were licking at the violently fresh wound. You bit down on your tongue to keep from grasping in shock. Tears left your eyes the fox once again cried out in pain. It had to be agonizing. You didn’t know how recent this injury was but if they carried on like this they would only succeed in rubbing it raw until they bled out.

You moved around it, trying to put yourself within it’s line of sight without getting any closer. When they finally spotted you another cry left them before it turned into a growl. They tried to jump back, forgetting the lost limb. A flurry of desperate movement ignited as it tried to stand again and again jumping back every time it’s chest hit the ground.

Horrified you scurried back a couple steps, a sob caught in your throat at the sight of them repeatedly landing on the raw flesh. “Stop stop stop! Please stop I just want to help you please stop, you’re hurting yourself worse!” You wanted to scream but the pleads left you in soft tones, trying not to frighten the animal more.

A tinge of shock went through you as they froze at your words, looking up at your from their position on the ground. Their eyes flicked over your face before locking eyes with you. You remembered a passage from your school days, about how different shifters were native to different regions. Foxes were one of the groups discussed. Hope sparked in you.

“Let me help you, please, I live a couple minutes away, I promise you’ll be safe.” You spoke low and clear keeping eye contact. When they finally made to drag themselves towards you you rushed closer, bending to pick up the little animal in your arms. Their cry of pain was deafening, so close to your ear. You almost ran back to your house, holding the fox on it’s back like a baby, trying to keep from causing them more pain.

Setting them down on the kitchen table, you leaned over and unlatched a small chest already sitting on the counter. You paused a moment as you drew out a vial of opium. You didn’t know what the proportional dose would be. If you asked them to shift, if they even could shift, it could cause irreversible nerve damage. You would start small, only one drop. You approached the panting fox, holding up the vial. “This needs to go under your tongue.”

Hoping that would provide them some relief from pain you quickly got to work pulling disinfectants, herbs, salves and clean linens onto the nearby counter before setting a pot of water to boil. After washing your hands thoroughly, you turned back to the fox, noting it looked a touch calmer.

“Alright, lets begin.”

After patching them up, and giving them another drop for the pain you searched your small house until you found an appropriate sized basket. With a pillow on the bottom you draped towel over it before helping the drowsy, battered fox inside. You softly pet their head with a single finger as they drifted to sleep.

It took two weeks before you mentioned that it might be safe enough for him- he had made it every obvious he was male- to try and shift. You didn’t know what to expect but you were excited to be able to fully converse with your friend. You had made due with very specific yes(bark) or no(whine) questions, and had even gotten alarmingly good at deciphering his long winded cackle and scream filled rants, but you would be grateful to have real answers to your questions.

You recommended they lay on the bed since the shift could leave them disoriented. Following along as they hopped over to your bedroom, you gave them a quick warning before picking them up and placing them right in the middle.

He was very familiar with it, he had only slept in the basket three nights, after that he had screamed his insistence that he also wanted to sleep on the bed. They slept curled up on the opposite pillow every night, though recently you’d wake with him coiled tightly right under your chin.

Now you gave him some privacy under the guise of needing to clean up after dinner. After a handful of minutes filled with silence you made your way back to your bedroom, entering with a soft ‘hello’. A man lay on the bed, he had pulled on the shorts and shirt he’d picked out on your past trip to the market. You’d taken him in the basket and had to evade everyone’s questions about your ‘new pet’.

He sat up as you got closer. He was striking and beautiful with sharp features and a flawless complexation. Your eyes were drawn to the top of his head where two familiar ears perched. He was holding what was left of his left arm, feeling all around it before dropping his hand and sighing deeply. Then, holding your gaze he slowly smiled. You returned his smile with your own at the sight of his teeth with still clearly visible canines.

“Hi. Thank you.” His voice was deep and smooth.

“You’re welcome, I’m glad I heard you by the pond.” He nodded solemnly before his face broke out into a wide grin.

“I would like to request to be carried in a basket everywhere we go.”

“Everywhere we go?” You repeated for clarification. “How long is there going to be a ‘we’?”

“Forever long. I won’t leave your side until I repay every kindness you’ve shown me.”

#monstertober #monsterlover #monsterfucker #kitsune #monstober #I'm at my friends house with negative reception. I don't know if this will post

[zombiefuckrr]

"Why do you like zombies so much?"

me, oozing blood and other substances, rashy, skin pale with purple eyelids and nails, relentlessly hungry: idk man i just think they're neat

#chronic pain #chronic illness #monsterlove #i forget how many things are wrong with my body until i forget to eat breakfast and suddenly I'm on the verge of passing out #me when my skin develops a strange mottled pattern and start getting scared cause what is it this time whats wrong with me am i gonna die #: #im literally undead fuck yeah

[cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness]

me: *is writing what is supposed to be monsterfucking*

also me: *writes an entire scene dedicated to Geralt taking care of Roach because she's the best girl*

#cap dit #i'm not there yet but I have the feeling it's going to turn into monsterloving before any fucking happens

[dan-crimes]

I need more monsters in my life 💕😌💕

#monsterlover here #anyway fr fr I think monster designs are so cool #like I never get scared of them so idk what a scary monster design would be #but like monsters are really cool #and I'd wanna be able to design some cool monsters I'm just not really good @ that #but monsters are part of my story so I'd have to design some monsters at some point #luckily I have DnD to kinda help me get some ideas on different monstrous types but in general horror is a good place to look #oh plus I been lookin @ a buncha liminal spaces videos and people love making that into horror and coming up with stories n shit #it's fun I'd like to incorporate that into my story somehow

[audaciiae]

thinkin abt me and atlas' au where the archivist takes over jons body and martins gotta figure out how to get jon back and its through 🌟the power of love🌟

#(ooc: i'm an unspeakable of the oscar wilde sort) #but also martin having the nastiest sex with the archivist and hes laying there like wow that awoke something within me. girl HELP #martin monsterlover blackwood but also martin monsterfucker blackwood 🥴

[thegnomelord]

I love your monster au so much. It makes the monsterlover/fucker in me real happy. Sorry just wanted to share my appreciation.

I've been thinking too, how would you feel about writing a underwater sea creature reader? (No pressure but I hope this idea tickles your fancy so I'll infodump my ideas on you) They can live on land and stuff but drag their prospective mate into a deep underwater ravine when they want to mate. Idk how to describe it, like I have an idea in my head of what the creature's traits would be but I can't find a way to put it into words.

I'm going to give it a try though, (excuse the fact it won't make much sense, my thoughts jump around a lot. But I'll try and make it coherent.) Basically, my mind went to underwater dragons. So with most of the traits that you wrote for dragons, like the purring and the tails intertwining (and the sharing of scales). But I was thinking without wings, because you don't need them underwater. But we glow in the dark, because we are deepsea creatures we have adapted to become bioluminescent. Oh and also we have gills and stuff still when we are on land.

Idk if this is confusing or just something you don't want to write but I was hoping for you to include a more sfw part with the mating dance maybe and then then an actual nsfw part (dom top male reader??)

But at the end of the day this is just a suggestion and it's up to you if you want to write it or not. (If you do write it can it be with ghost or gaz?? gaz giving us shiny things but sea related, like shells? and/or ghost struggling through knowing how to court us. Both of them being confused of what to do because we are a new type of dragon that not many people knew existed and our courting traditions are mostly unknown??

Okay this is cool and it tickles my brain of having just this big fucking monster that's gigantic due to deep sea gigantism :D, I also picked Gaz cause I like the sea/sky duality.

CW:NSFW, subbot gaz, domtop Mreader, quick and rough

When you first joined the taskforce, Gaz didn't know what to expect. Your species had been newly discovered, barely any information about you, but something about you put some ancient part of his mind on edge, ants nipping on the sinew of his wings until his body begged to return to the safety of the sky.

First time he met you, you reminded him less of a dragon and more of a Leviathan — something that dwelled where the light didn't reach, far too big than anything should be allowed to be, bright bioluminescent markings shimmering against dark scales to lure prey into crushing jaws filled with sharp crooked teeth, horns like spears to pin down what couldn't fit in your maw, powerful legs built to swim and breach the surface of the water to catch unaware flyers like Gaz just to pull them down into the abyss to be devoured.

He would have been more. . . unsettled by you had you not been so nice.

You towered over him even in your mostly human form, but you were a gentle giant, happy to let him use you as a perch and humming along as he talks, joining in on his and Johnny's pranks and hiding them when Price eventually catches them.

And Gaz doesn't even notice when your presence no longer makes his feathers puff up, the shadow you cast over him now warm and welcoming after all the times you'd been a meat shield for him. He tils his head back to catch sight of your eyes as he leans back, soft feathers rubbing against your clothes, "Hey there big man." Gaz smiled.

You hum, your hand coming to loosely hold his hip, holding the pretty thing close to you. "Hi." You purr, the small biolights along your body flickering in seemingly random patterns, but nothing about them was random to you or your kin, your interest in him painfully obvious.

But to your dismay Gaz doesn't understand, just snorts at your colorful display. "What's got you in a good mood today?" He asks, eyes tracing the dancing lights, that instinctual bird part of his mind liking the sight, and the low rumble of your voice, and just. . . being near you.

You blink, "You," You say simply, your people aren't ones to mince words.

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your declaration, feathers puffing up, but strikes down any thoughts about you before they turn inappropriate and cause him to coo at you. "Fine, keep yer secrets." He huffs and gets out of your hold, wings stretching out to purposely show off his feathers as he walks away, tail feathers flickering.

He can feel your eyes follow after him, hummingbirds pecking at his spine and he doesn't know if he should feel that way. And all you can think of is how you could drag your pretty bird down into the abyss without clipping his wings.

. . .

Gaz watches you lazily swim around the lake near their current base in your real form, "Havin' a nice soak in there Nessie?" He asks as he walks the short pier and sits down, dipping his feet in the water as his wings spread out lazily behind him.

A low rumble leaves you like a distorted whale song, your large form pushing through the water like a submarine cutting through the ice. "Nessie?" You ask as swim over to him, "Who's that?"

"Never mind about that," Kyle grins, his eyes roaming along your large form as the biolights flicker once again in that specific pattern that means nothing to him but everything to you. "You look happy."

You shrug, "It's nice to be back in the water." Without a word you heave yourself out of the water and onto the pier, large hands clutching the wood on either side of him, a deep purr rumbling in your chest at how close he is to you now. "Did you need something?" You ask, biolights flickering seductively.

Kyle swallows drily, eyes going wide as he registers you loom over him, can smell the sea and salt still clinging to your scales, something other than fear buzzing down his spine from how close your dangerous teeth are to him. "Oh, right, uh," He clears his throat to clear the molasses clinging to it, wings spreading out in a way that got his feathers shining in the setting sun as he reached into his pocket.

"I, um. . . I got you this." He said, holding out the seashell he'd found for you. His breath caught in his throat as you looked at it, hoping you liked it; he'd spent hours polishing it until it was shining, the colors vibrant and every single scratch buffed out.

"Thank you," You rumbled and took the seashell into your hand. Your pupils dilated, a very pleased purr rumbling in your chest — oh, he was so thoughtful, such a good mate to bring a rare treat for you.

Kyle felt like a bloody peacock at the way his wings spread out, but he couldn't care less about his posturing when you accepted his gift, his heart fluttering like butterflies in a jar.

Then you ate it.

You ate his gift.

His heart shatters like the seashell between your fangs, wings dropping like a rock, never having expected to be rejected like that. "I- what- why did- if you-" He couldn't even form words to say what he wanted, pressing a hand to his face in an attempt to hide the way his eyes prickled with vestiges of tears.

Unfortunately for him, you notice. "Oh, little bird, what's wrong?" Your voice is soothing, biolights pulsing in a slow and calming way as you gently pry his hand from his face, looking into his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kyle doesn't look you in the eyes, doesn't know what the hell to feel right now, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could control them. "Why would you do that!" He hisses.

You tilt your head. "You gifted it to me." You say like it's supposed to explain everything, reaching up to cup his cheek, your clawed hand cold and wet against his skin. "It was very good." You lean in closer, a deep purr rumbling in your throat, your long tail moving to curl around his leg.

Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as you push you loom over him your hands on either sides of him keeping him in place, feeling himself slowly lay back as you creep over him onto the pier, heart drumming in his chest. "Wh-what?"

You snort, eyes glowing like anglerfish lures, lowering your head down to lick a stripe up his neck, claws raking down his front. "Let me show you my appreciation, yes?"

Kyle shivers at the sensation of your teeth against his throat, body heating up, your scent — of sea and salt and something very very old — invading his nose, an involuntary chirp escaping his chest. "Ah, yeah, sure just-" Kyle yelps as your claws cut through his clothes, wings quivering as they're pressed against the wooden pier behind him.

"Relax little bird," You coo softly, licking around his lips in what counts as a kiss for you when your maw is filled with vicious teeth, tongue trailing down to lick up the drops of his salty sweat. "I'll be gentle."

And gentle you are; softly licking up the blood after your fangs had left marks on his skin, sharp claws holding his trembling hips tenderly as your rough tongue worms inside him, soft purrs and deep rumbles vibrating your tongue against his prostate until he's sobbing, his hands clutching your horns to hold your head closer as his cock leaks a puddle of pre onto his abdomen.

He whines when you continue stretching him with your tongue, "Please, mate, just-" Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as your tongue once again grazes his prostate, thighs clenching around your head. "-just please fuck me already! I can't- I'm not going to-"

Kyle sobs with joy and anguish when you pull your tongue out, the slimy appendage slithering back into your maw and leaving him painfully empty. "Alright, alright," You coo, moving up to drape your body over his, nuzzling your cheek against his as you line your hard cock with his stretched hole. "Relax,"

The tip of your cock breaching his puckered hole has Kyle sucking in a sharp breath, "Easier said than done mate," He chuckles, closing his eyes and just trying to focus on your scent and just you, groaning. Fuck, you're big in all aspects, his body clenching down like a vice before relaxing enough for you to slowly push further, spreading his walls wide until you're fully inside him, your hips resting against his.

"There you go," You purr, letting Kyle adjust as you nibble on his neck, biolights flickering happily when he rocks his hips into yours. "Taking me so well,"

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your words, throwing his head back when you rock your hips, cock hard and heavy inside him, dragging against his walls with every minute movement that has him panting and whining, his legs crossing behind your back to pull your hips closer every time you pull out.

The world escapes your notice, all your attention fully on him as you focus on mating him, pulling needy desperate sounds from Kyle's lips, your large hand gently stroking his leaking dick as your cock rubs against his prostate, your unhurried pace making him cum again and again and again until he's a moaning boneless mess by the time you cum inside him.

#gnome correspondence #trinkets from the hoard #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #top male reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #kyle garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod smut #cod monster au #cod modern warfare #monster 141 au #monster cod au #cod mwii #cod x male reader

[2-dsimp]

Hi..um I don't know if you accept requests and I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but that Drider Shinsou doodle you posted was absolutely amazing and I was wondering if you would consider doing a fic for it..? I'm a monsterlover and it just made me so happy^^

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Drider! Shinsou imagines

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Imagine Drider! Shinsou chuckling cruelly as he ensnares you within the confines of his silky webs making bindings out of the sticky material he produces from the tips of his slender humanoid claws to ensure that his adorable stray human won’t escape from his cave a second time.

With the utmost care and precision Drider!Shinsou locks your wrists into place above your head and spreads your legs wide apart from each other before using his webs to strap them into position.

Taking a few steps back with his lower arachnid body Drider! Shinsou looks up in wonderment at how beautifully you are presented just for him. Even though you’ve yet to awaken from the slight venomous fangs he had buried into the crook of your neck the second you entered his cave a second time. He couldn’t help the satisfied trills escape from his mouth seeing how relaxed and vulnerable you are in his presence.

Drider! Shinsou idly wondered how you’d react when you woke up to the predicament you’ve gotten into. Just thinking about it made him grow an amused lazy grin. But for now he’ll put that thought aside and just admire you, as he whispers to you a sweet proposition underneath his breath.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you my little stray I’m gonna make this your forever home. One that you’ll never leave from again.”

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@jewelofdarkness979

Monsterlovers gotta stick together ✊🖤

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A/n: Also hey guys back from the dead for now 👀

But good news is I’ll be trying to post more of the requests I’ve gotten since it’s kinda backed up at the moment and ease back into the genshin Cyoa sometime this week!

Hope y’all are doing well!

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[somebodysumbuddy]

Monstertober, Day 1

Following @snejkha ‘s Monstertober prompt list.

Day 1: Hellhound

d20 roll: Guardian

“Well, I can’t help but point out the ‘hound’ part of the whole ‘hellhound’ thing...” Your hands were folded together, daintily set on your knees. In an uncomfortable, frankly unbelievable situation, you reverted to being as polite and professional as possible. Why that was your reaction you didn’t know. Certainly screaming, crying and running away would have been a more appropriate reaction. You just didn’t have it in you.  

Across from where you sat on a rock stood a lone shadowy being. If they were too tall or misshapen you couldn’t tell, their form flickering, edges pulling and pushing away from them like a flame. Only their eyes, still the same charcoal color as the rest of them, seemed solid. Their whole being was only distinguishable from the dark forest behind them since they were a couple shades lighter. You were grateful you could focus on them instead of the ink dark night surrounding you. A sound, indistinguishable whether if it had been a laugh or a snarl, left them. Their head lighted, it’s shape quickly sharpening as they bent down closer to you. A long elongated muzzle, overcrowded with sharp angular teeth, filled your vision. You stared, transfixed. Their burning hot breath shook you enough to take in the rest of their features. Their whole head took on the shape of a wolf though there was a distinct lack of fur. Instead they were hairless, only a cluster of stubby thick hair was visible between their ears onto of their head.

You took a deep breathe in before exhaling long and even.

“Well now I’m scared to ask about the ‘hell’ part.”

This morning you had been optimistic, deciding that you would still go on a promising new hiking trail even after your friend had canceled. You prepared, bringing all the supplies you could need in the event of an emergency. For all the good it did you now. You had been on your eight mile of what was meant to be a 10.5 mile loop when you realized you hadn’t run into anyone in a long time. Then panic started setting in when you were unable to find any trail flares so you began tracing back your steps. Or so you thought. By the time you came upon a river you had no memory of it was dusk. You’d only gone three steps with your compass in one hand, flashlight in the other when you tripped forward, caught yourself, lost balance, and scrambled backward some more. Your awkward dance ended as you plunged, backpack first, into the river.

You choked on your own scream as your body made impact with dry solid ground. Facing up, you faintly saw dark tree tops but decidedly no water around you. You sat up, shrugging off your heavy pack, and looking around. So so very confused. It had quickly gotten very dark. You slowly stood, shuffling your feet forward in hopes of not slipping again. You were scared by how unable you were to see your hands in front of you. Your flashlight had dropped from your hand on impact. There was no sign of it or it’s beam. You found a cluster of rocks in front of you and you scurried back to grab your bag before sitting down on one of the rocks.

You were shoulder deep in your pack, trying to identify anything why practically blind and staving off a panic attack, when a voice cut through the darkness and silence surrounding you. You froze, processing the clear, hollow sound before the word came through.

“Hello.” Slowly you straighten, looking around you. It was only on your third scan around that you focused on the slightly discolored shape. Once you looked at them they took it as a cue to walk towards you, stopping a couple steps away. Your head craned up, now able to make out their figure and their eyes. You remained frozen. They continued talking.

“Do breathe. I didn’t keep you from your fate in the river for you to asphyxiate yourself.”  You pulled in a stuttering deep breath, not having realized you’d stopped breathing. you also released your hold on your bag, unaware of when you had locked your hands onto it.

“What happened to the river” It didn’t quite come out as a question, your voice was too shaky to carry the correct intonation. You put your hands on your knees to steady yourself.

“Nothing happened to the river, I only pulled you from that realm before you were submerged.”  A laugh almost croaked out of you at the words ‘from that realm’.

“You pulled me from that realm?” Now your question was obvious, voice stronger.

“Yes,”

“So I’m in a different realm now.”

“Yes,”

“In this realm you exist? Other not real beings? Are you real? What’s a realm-“ Your voice trailed off panic working it’s way through you again.            “I exist in all the realms.” You waited for them to continue. When they stayed silent you nodded softly as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“You saved me from the river, are you my guardian angel?”

“No not an angel. I have been guarding over you but I am a hellhound.” You nodded at their words again, choosing to just shut your brain off instead of having to react. You rubbed your hands up and down your legs before folding them on top of your knees.

“Thank you, I’m really glad you were watching over me today.” You smiled politely hoping to convey your genuine gratitude.

You silently study each other. You observe the fluidity of their form, the ambiguity of their image. You cleared your throat.

“I am very thankful to have you as a guardian but, if I may ask you a question, just for clarification’s sake, did you say you are a ‘hellhound’?

“Yes”

“Well, I can't help but point out...

#Monstertober #writing prompt #writblr #hellhound #monsterlover #I'm imagining just a pale stark white #Xoloitzcuintle inspired #wolfman #they can kind of like zoom in and out? burr themselves out? #is that allowed?