#shape-shifter reader

[eclecticmiasma]

I kept thinking what if Chilchuck or Laios had been kidnapped by the monster! reader, how the reader saw them hurt or mistook them for chicks and saved them from being killed by another monster.. Now the reader monster is taking care of him in his nest/house, as if they were his own chicks (reader is a gentle monster who doesn't want anyone getting hurt or dying), and the reader being a sentient monster where she knows the dungeons are dangerous...

Note: the reader's appearance is similar to that of a human but with some animal characteristics, thus confusing the adventurers, who may think that she is a human cursed by the mad wizard and thus has the monster part... But the reader is a cool and conscious monster

Large brained thoughts, honestly! Perhaps reader could be the ghost of a creature that lost its young and uses shape-shifting to lure dungeoneers and other monsters to her nest as replacements? I would imagine that she would become extremely protective of her targets especially once they have been tricked into becoming one of her offspring. We don't see any examples of monsters being benevolent per se, but there is a benevolence/kindness to reader's selfish desires.

I think reader would appear very different to Laios and Chilchuck, and their reactions would be completely 180 degrees. Some slight anime spoilers ahead! SFW, canon typical violence.

Laios

Reader appears to Laios in a form that's nearly identical to her original. She has thick claws and black, wet eyes. Her teeth are sharp but framed by soft human lips and her ashen hair is silken and braided like a Northern maiden. She might have a long scaly tale and feathers on her abdomen and thighs because, due to Falin's current condition, it's a form that Laios finds subconsciously comforting.

She lures Laios while the others are asleep. A monster that he's never seen before is too intriguing to pass up- the party is safe enough where they are. Just a peak, a chance to learn-

Before he knows it, Laios is somewhere wholly unfamiliar. The thick dungeon bricks lining the walls slowly give way to moss and grass. The air is warm and smells like petrichor.

Despite a small, nagging anxiety, he presses further. The creature smiles as she leads him farther into the jungle atmosphere, a smile so sparkling and human that is makes Laios blush.

Before long, he's walked right into reader's nest. It's a cozy hovel carved into the base of a tree. Laios is delighted to find smaller monsters of all sizes in a daze, lounging around on the thatched flooring. As he steps inside, he feels a veil of calm close around him and vaguely realizes that its why the monsters aren't hostile towards each other.

Laios succumbs, at first. He lets reader take him into her arms, drag her long claws through his hair and sing a tune that numbs his mind into a pleasant mush.

Reader feeds him, gives him her milk (a high he'll never reach again until the day he dies), lays out the comfiest spot for her newest treasure and goes on her way to find the next target.

Genuinely, if Laios wasn't on a quest this would be his life for eternity. His own mother wasn't very loving, so a meld of monsters and mothers is more than a guy could ever ask for.

It could be hours, it could be days, but eventually Laios begins to remember that this isn't where he's meant to be. He sees a monster that reminds him of Falin, and all at once knows he reluctantly has to return to reality.

Once reader realizes Laios is gone, only killing her will end her crusade to get him back. While the others simply see a deranged monster, Laios sees a terrified mother desperate to drag him back to the safety of her home. Laios hesitates before killing her, too torn apart by the tears in her eyes. Marcille has to take the final blow.

Senshi and Laios briefly consider cooking the inhuman parts of reader into a sort of beef stroganoff as tribute, but Chilchuck's screeching reminder that they are not to eat humanoids leaves them to bury her instead.

Chilchuck

Is just off the heels of grumbling about being treated like a child when he spots what looks to be a small figure huddled in the darkness.

He calls out to the others but doesn't hear a response, only the soft whimpers of whoever has managed to get themselves into this state.

Chilchuck is much more on guard than Laios would ever be. He immediately assumes that it could be a trap or an illusion, so he calls to the figure from afar.

She answers, desperation coloring her tone as she sobs, relieved that someone has come across her.

"Th-they're dead, I don't know where they are but they're dead and I..."

As Chilchuck gingerly steps towards her, he realizes that what he sees is another half-foot. A small archer that's bloodied and bruised. Something about her reminds him immediately of his wife.

All logic leaves Chilchuck as he finishes approaching her, asking what's wrong and tearing off a piece of his sleeve to prepare to bandage the deepest of her wounds. When he goes to wrap the material around her forearm he stares in confusion. The wounds are gone.

He doesn't even have time to react before reader cups his small face in her. "You're lonely," She says, a matter of fact. The half-foot can't deny it, "It's time you stop doing these dangerous things. The only end for a half-foot in the dungeon is in the mouth of a monster. Let me take care of you."

Her words are like honey, her touch even moreso. Feeling the touch of a woman isn't a luxury Chilchuck had been afforded in many moons. But even in the fog of reader's touch, Chilchuck feels that something is off. Her hands are too cold, eyes too deep and dark- almost like black pools of liquid.

The sharp tips of her teeth set him off, and he knows he has to get away. She's no different than a mimic, he tells himself. Even if part of him desperately wants exactly what she has to offer.

Chilchuck mimes as if he is going to fall into her allure, cupping his hands over her own and giving her the most smitten look he can muster. All before kneeing her in the face and dashing at speeds only half-foots can muster to get away.

Reader chases him desperately, form filling the room as she wails in sorrow. "Can't you see they're using you? You're going to end up as bait. You're going to die down here, you'll never see your family again!" Chilchuck mentally bats away at each assertion even as they hook into his skin.

The others finally come running, proximity close enough to hear the commotion at last. With a few well-placed blasts and a slice to the throat via Kensuke, reader is felled and left for good. Even in death, she seems to be in mourning.

Chilchuck doesn't sleep well for weeks.

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[monstersholygrail]

Option A or Option B

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-what?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just, nngh, just want you."

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

"Likely story."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry—“

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

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

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

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

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

[monstersflashlight]

Mixed monsters masterlist (txt/short)

Due the amount of links in the mixed monsters masterlist, the short stories and imagines are now here. You can check the long stories in this masterlist.

Shorts/imagines

Game night

Gargoyle

Were cat

Merman

Shadow monster

Lamia

Naga boyfriend

Parasite

Goblin

Rattlesnake naga

Death do us (apart)

Sexless monster

Hole in the wall (lab2)

Robot boyfriend

Naga girlfriend (chubby fem!reader)

Owl harpy

Centaur vore (male!reader)

Zombie

Gnoll girlfriend (trans!fem reader)

Male!fairty

Merman (chubby fem!reader)

Tarantula-drider

Coming home (centaur)

Shape-shifter

Were-Cane Corso (x fem!lioness)

Traveling monsters || part 2

Auctioned

Professor-fucker (naga)

I do not consent to have any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.

[lipglossanon]

Day 18

Kink: Threesome

Pairing: Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader x Shape Shifter/Wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, threesome, aphrodisiac, noncon, slight body horror, off screen oc death, biting, blood, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), blowjob, cumming in mouth, cum swallowing, facial, unprotected sex, creampie, cum shot

not proofread

The party’s been raging for hours; pockets of people completely passed out uncomfortably close to the bonfire. You’ve had a couple of drinks, but nothing on the heavy side. It’s a cool October night, nearby the forest that’s supposedly haunted (by what or whom has only been whispered about). 

You’ve never put much stock in those old wives tales, especially tonight when some of the locals decided to dredge it all up in an attempt to scare newcomers.   It’s why later, when a crying girl finds you to say her boyfriend hasn’t come back, that you opt to go with her to look for him. 

“He said he’d be right back,” she sniffles, mascara running. “It’s been almost an hour. Do you think he got lost?”

“Maybe,” you push past some low branches, listening to her follow behind. “He may have just passed out or something.”

“Maybe,” her breath hitches. “Maybe that monster got him.”

You roll your eyes since she can’t see your face, “Doubt it.”

Walking deeper into the trees, you miss the movement behind the girl; a too long arm reaching down from the branches above to snag around her neck and yank her upward. A loud snap makes you turn, eyes squinting in the murky darkness. 

“Hey,” you purse your lips, irritated that you forgot to ask her name. “Hey, are you okay?”

She stumbles out from the trees, brushing pine needles and leaves off her clothes. 

“Yeah, sorry, just tripped that’s all,” she smiles and you squint in reply. 

“Okay, well just try to be careful.”

She quickens her pace to fall into step beside you. 

“You said he’s been out here for an hour?”

She hums, “Just about.“

You glance over at her only to see her already staring at you, practically bright eyed and bushy tailed. It takes you aback, slowing your walk. 

“You good?”

You take in her dry eyes and nearly blank expression. 

“Oh, I’m great,” she smiles again and your brows raise. 

“Oookay then,” doubt laces your tone. 

Turning away from her, you turn your attention back to scanning the area. 

“This is a decent way in,” you offer up. “Think he’ll be this far in the forest, away from the party?”

“Oh, he was,” she giggles, so high and lilting that it makes the hairs on your arms stand up. 

You spin around to face her head on, “Was? Are you guys fucking with me? Tricking me out here as some stupid ass joke!?”

“Kind of,” she shrugs, but then her body doesn’t stop moving, a weird jittering overtaking her limbs. 

You bite back a gasp as you watch while her bones crack and fold in on themselves before extending at odd intervals, joints in places that aren’t the norm. Her face melts like a sped up candle and you blink rapidly, mind trying to process what you’re witnessing. In the blink of an eye, it morphs into that of an animal skull with horns protruding from the head. 

The thing in front of you stands tall, skeletal and ghastly. Your brain bleats in terror, but your feet are frozen to the spot.  Movement in your peripheral drags your wide eyes blissfully away from the horror show in front of you. Whatever subconscious hope you harbored dies a swift death as a new monster steps forth. 

Blacked out skin crawling with dark veins end with sharp tipped claws. His face makes your stomach drop out like a free fall ride at an amusement park. The tale of the slit mouthed woman crosses your mind before it disappears with the fervent hope this is all some sort of fucked up dream. 

His lips have split at the corners, stretching up along his jaw like a jester’s grin paired with razor sharp teeth. Black veins travel from his hairline down across his face—he looks like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

A low rasping laugh from behind has you jerking your head back around to the creature from before. 

“She looks like fun, doesn’t she?” It croons, body contorting again until it nearly matches the thing behind you—fringed blond hair and gleaming eyes. 

Now looking like a regular guy, it steps forward, crossing the distance in long strides until he’s standing in front of you. 

“W-what do you want?” You speak but it’s hard pushing the words through your dry mouth. 

“To have fun,” he snickers, night shine eyes flicking up to the person behind you. “We like to compete.”

“He’s right,” the other creature agrees easily, stepping into your personal space, body heat a brand against your back. “We’ll make it fun for you, too.”

Sharp burning pain pierces the side of your neck as needle like teeth sink into your skin. 

“I’m so jealous,” the one in front of you whines, horns pushing through his hair to curl over his head. “Lucky fucking bug.”

The man behind you snarls but whatever he replies with is lost as liquid heat radiates out from the bite mark. You swoon as white hot arousal blazes through your body so fast, it makes you dizzy. Their soft bickering dies down when you whimper, swaying on your feet and into the man in front of you. 

“Aww, she’s feeling it now,” he grins and his sharp incisors make your pussy clench. 

“Wha’—feel weird,” you try to shake your head but your body feels heavy and needy, nipples pebbling into hard peaks under your shirt while your cunt leaks slick into the gusset of your panties. 

“That’s just a little sumthin’ to make ya feel good,” the one holding you soothes, hands twitching against you as his fingers turn double jointed. “That’s a specialty of Leon’s.”

“Leon?” You frown up into the grinning face above you. 

“He likes to imitate me,” Leon answers and rubs a sharp tipped hand down your arm. “Thinks it’s funny.”

“It is,” the other one argues back. “We could pass as twins.”

“Cause you’re a weirdo,” a scoff from behind you. “Shouldn’t we be moving this along?”

“Of course, I’ll take first dibs.”

“We both will.”

“You got the last one.”

“No, you did. You killed him, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” a fond sigh. “He was an asshole, but his bone marrow was so worth it.”

The fear has slunked off like a kicked dog and in its place a lustful haze so potent, you think you’ll claw your skin off if someone doesn’t touch you. 

“Please,” you whine, “I can’t think straight.”

“Poor thing,” Leon murmurs, dipping his head forward and sucking on the bloody mark.

Keening, you rock your ass back against him, clit pulsing like a second heartbeat. He groans and lathes his tongue across the bite, sharp teeth teasing at your skin. 

“Oh god,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as he sinks his teeth into a spot on your shoulder after tugging your shirt out of the way. 

“Fuck, that looks good,” the man in front of you growls, moving up to sandwich you between them.

He copies his supposed look alike— pressing hot, open mouthed kisses from your jawline to your shoulder before savagely biting into the flesh. You cry out into the night, back arching forward, pushing yourself into two hungry mouths. After each monster works the skin with their teeth, they pull away, each admiring their own handiwork.

Your brain feels like it’s melting out of your ears. They’ve done nothing more than sink their greedy teeth into you and yet you’re on the cusp of an orgasm already. 

“I need to be inside her little pussy,” Leon pulls away, grinding his bulge against your ass. “Gotta stuff that hot cunt.”

“Mmm, I just want this soft, pretty mouth,” the strange creature in front of you groans, body stretching tall once more. “Bend over for us, sweetness.”

They maneuver your body like a puppets, stripping your jeans and panties down to your ankles and folding you forward, shivering as your soaked pussy is exposed to the cold October air. 

“Oh, good girl,” one of them moans while a cock notches at your drippy hole followed by one slapping across your lips. 

“Open wide,” a vicious croon ending in a groan as your jaw parts on a keen, lips and tongue eagerly working the cock deeper into your mouth.  

Salty precum bursts across your tastebuds and you suck harder, needing more of that taste to flood your mouth. 

“Damn, fucking gagging for it, huh?” 

Moaning, your eyes well with tears, body pressing back against the fat tip teasingly pushing in and out of your cunt. 

“Ready?” 

“Go ahead and stuff that little pussy, Leon.”

Your fluttering walls stretch around the fat length rocking steadily into your sopping wet cunt. 

“Oh god, she’s so—fuck, so fucking—her pussy’s so hot,” he whines, pelvis coming to rest against your ass, cock buried completely in your hole. 

“Yeah? This mouth is so soft and wet,” a low grunt meets your ears as you hollow your cheeks and suck him off more sloppily. “Fuck, use that slutty tongue, ohhh, there we go.”

You’re totally mindless, completely giving in to the pleasure of having a thick cock in your mouth and cunt, stretching you open wide in different ways. Drool slips from the corner of your mouth to drip in thick strings off your chin. 

The cock buried deep in your cunt, throbs and kicks, leaking precum in your clenching heat. The man fucking your mouth grips your head with both hands, holding you steady as he rocks his hips back and forth, balls slapping against your chin.

“Can you rub her clit?” Leon grits out, raising his clawed fingers up. “I don’t wanna cut her.”

“Oh, I can rub that swollen needy clit,” he chuckles. “Gonna make that fat pussy cream all over your cock.”

You whine, suckling the head of his cock before bobbing your head back down, gagging yourself. 

“Fuck,” he tosses his head back. “Yeah you like that, fucking slut. ‘m gonna shoot my load down this hot throat.”

Your eyes roll back, something soft flicking and rubbing against your clit and making your legs shake. 

“Like my tail? Can feel that pudgy bud throbbing for some attention,” he goads mockingly. “So… slippery.”

Behind you, Leon begins humping your pussy at a rougher pace, cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, a wet plap plap plap that turns you on even more. 

The more you moan the rougher they become, fucking your mouth and pussy with near abandon as one of them plays with your clit. You cum hard, pussy pulsing and fluttering around the cock bullying its way into your hole. Fluid gushes from you cunt, soaking your thighs and the man behind you. 

“God, we got a squirter,” the man fucking your mouth growls out. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum in this fucking mouth. Oh yes, suck me, suck me, oh shit.”

He hisses and hot thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat. You swallow as much as possible until you start to choke, coughing around his dick until he pulls it out, spurting a few more ribbons of spend all over your lips and chin. 

Growling from behind paired with a death grip onto your hips are all signals of Leon’s impending orgasm. He snaps his hips a few more times, sinking into you to the hilt and spilling deep inside your cunt. 

“Yeah, fill that fucking pussy up.”

Leon groans, rutting against your ass as he keeps cumming inside your milking cunt. 

“God, it’s so good,” he pants, pulling out to jerk off the last of his load onto your ass. 

While you’re all trying to catch your breath, you collapse down onto your knees—or you would have if it wasn’t for Leon gripping your waist at the last minute. He fumbles with your panties and jeans until he gets them pulled back up into place. 

“How long til that shit wears off?” The one in front of you looks back to normal—a blue eyed man with not a blonde hair out of place. 

“Maybe another twenty minutes. We should probably sneak her back to that party,” the one behind you steps up next to you, looking identical.

“Let’s head out then, bro.”

Leon rolls his eyes and swings you up into a bridal carry, falling in step behind the other one. Eyelids feeling like they’re weighed down by a pile of bricks, you let them fall shut. You’ll have time to worry about whether or not they’re going to kill you later. 

[sivyera]

Heyy do you accept requests? If you're taking requests can you write Paul Lahote and the imprint female reader? They have been together for a long time and are even thinking of getting married. But one day, while returning from work, the reader is attacked by a vampire and is forced to turn into a vampire... thanks in advance if you write. I love your works~

hope you like it!

undying love

paul lahote x fem!reader (later x vampire!reader)

song - Everlong by Foo Fighters

a/n: e/y = eye color (your eye color btw), Paul's nickname for you is 'dollface'

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Paul thought nothing could surprise him.

He though that after James was killed, it will get better, but oh how he was wrong...

He's running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was... you.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You were on your way from work with your noon coffee you always bought in the coffee shop near your work. You got into your car and started driving home with your favourite song playing in the background.

As you were drinking your coffee while driving, you were thinking about the love of your life, Paul.

It was still pretty new to you, I mean that vampires and werewolves existed- sorry shape-shifters how Paul always corrected you. For you he was a big puppy, that's it.

Also the imprint thing was new. But honestly this was kinda heart warming, knowing that you are Paul's world.

You were thinking about all the memories you two had. How much fun you had on the beach. How he carried you on his back in his wolf form. All of this and many more crossed your mind which made a smile crawl up your face.

As you were thinking you, you drank your coffee. So you pulled over to the first bin you saw near the road. As you got out of the car you knew something was wrong. You felt weird, like someone was watching you.

You shook off the feeling, telling yourself it was nothing. As you throwed the empty cup into the bin, you turned to go back to your car but you stopped as two crimson red eyes were staring into your soul.

You could recognize those ginger curls everywhere. It was Victoria.

It was a moment and your vision turned black. The last thing you heard was your own cry of pain.

Your cry of pain was also heard by Sam who was checking his territory, he smelled a vampire near by earlier, so he went to check. You were lucky he did.

He ran to help you, but after he arrived, Victoria was god and the venom was spreading fast through your veins. Sam picked you up on his back and started running towards the Cullens.

Why? Because Carlisle was the only one who could help you. As he was getting closer and closer to the Cullens, he howled. To let them know he's coming, also to let know... Paul.

And now we're at the start. Paul is running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing him from the inside of his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was to get to you.

As Paul arrived to the Cullens, Sam stopped him right before he entered the front door.

"Let me go!" Paul barked.

Sam gave Paul a look that said 'calm down cowboy, don't forget who I am' and stopped him in his tracks once more. "She's gonna need you now" Sam said. That was all he said!

It took Paul's breath away. Was it that bad? Was he late? he rushed into the house while these thoughts were filling his mind.

Carlisle walked towards Paul the minute he pushed the door open. He gave him a assuring smile that you survived. "How is she?" Paul asked impatienly.

His eyes twitched everywhere around the room, looking for you but you weren't there. Carlisle was probably having you in his tentative doctor's office he had in the house.

"She survived but it was too late even for me... the venom spread through her veins before even Sam found her, she's gonna be a vampire" Carlisle answered to Paul.

Paul was speechless. You were what?! You gonna be a vampire?!

"That's not possible! She's my imprint!" Paul argued.

Carlisle smiled and placed a comfort hand on his shoulder. He understood why Paul was so angry. He had a problem with controling his anger and vampires with shape-shifters were long time enemies.

"That doesn't change anything. She's still your imprint, she can be as a vampire." Carlisle said as he point at the door of the room you were in.

This was all Paul needed to hear. Without another word he rushed into that room and closed the door behind him.

He then turned and saw you laying on a beautifully made bed. He walked closer to you, he noticed how your skin was pale and you looked bit underweight.

It was horrifying to see you like this. He took your now cold hand and stroked it with his fingers.

He then sat down, next to you and he wasn't going to leave you until you woke up.

Two days passed and you finally opened your eyes. You felt something warm wrapped around your left hand, When you opened your eyes and looked down to see what that warm thing is, you saw sleeping Paul holding your hand in his.

You smiled as you saw this, he really was a sweetheart inside. He cared for you deeply and he loved you more then anyone else in this world.

Paul noticed how you moved which made his head shoot up in the air. He then saw your smiling face looking at him, but instead your beautiful e/c, his brown eye met your blood red ones.

But he had to admit you looked really hot with them. After all he was happy that you are alive.

"I missed you dollface." He said as he placed a deep kiss on your cold lips.

It sent a cold chill down through his spine as your lips touched his. It was somehow a rush of adrenaline, he loved it. He waited few extra seconds in that kiss before you broke it.

"I missed you too." You answered with a smile.

Paul laughed as he saw you smile. He helped you slowly sit up so you won't get dizzy as he was looking at your new appearance. He then smirked to himself as he quickly went back to his normal flirty self.

"You look hot." He said as he was looking up and down at you.

You didn't look that sick anymore, not so underweight. The two days really did good on you. You skin was like glass, cold and fragile.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his biceps as you heard him say that. He just laughed, finding this more and more funny. After few seconds of laughing, he took your chin into his hand and kissed you.

"I love you." He said as he broke the kiss.

This kiss made you melt into his touch. He was so warm, so cozy, he felt like home. You smiled into the kiss and after few seconds, you answered.

"I love you too" You said as you pulled him into another, now more messier kiss.

[buckyalpine]

Shapeshifting Bucky

Random thought from the depths of crackfic hell. But imagine an AU where Bucky's time with hydra also included the ability to shape shift on top of his super soldier serum. He can turn into whatever but he really only shifts into a wolf most of the time. Stealthy, huge, strong, agile and an absolute puppy. Werewolf Bucky is the scariest mf to exist. In his wolf form, his fur is nearly jet black, a stark contrast to his beautiful blue eyes. His teeth turn into sharp fangs and his claws could slash through just about anything.

However.

The large furry thing is nothing but a little puppy around you.

Human Bucky struggles to show his affection for you even though he loves you like crazy. He loves touching you but hesitates to do anything. Wolf Bucky has 0 issue hopping onto the sofa he doesn't fit on, attempting to curl up in your lap. He doesn't fit on your lap either and you end up drowning under a heavy mass of dark fur, the chuff he makes as you adjust himself is equivalent to his usual pouty face.

How dare you try and squirm away when he wants pets and cuddles.

And honestly, he's pretty irresistible. Even Tony's found himself petting the soft fur when he walks by, scrunching his face when he realizes who he's petting and cursing to himself immediately after. It's not just Tony either. Most of the Avengers catch themselves mid pet, occasionally shrugging and going back in while shaking their heads at themselves.

That isn't the only thing wolf Bucky enjoys.

“Bucky!” You stare at your boyfriend who was a human last time you left him, now in his wolf form sitting on top of your duffle bag you'd packed for an upcoming mission. There's no way for you to get to it, sitting as its hidden underneath him and it doesn't look like he has any plans on moving. He growls when you try and get closer, daring for you to try and leave when you just got back from a mission earlier in the week.

"Baby, I have to go, you gotta get off" You try to reason with him but he just stares at you with piercing blue eyes. By now you can read his body language and he's not hearing any of it.

Don't think so, stay with me

"C'mon, you know I'll be back soon" You gently scratch the top of his head and he nuzzles into your palm. He tiled his head to the side widening his gaze as best as he could and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, silently pleading with you.

"Aww, don't give me those puppy eyes Barnes, that's not fair" You coo while he lets out a whine, huffing and resting his head on his front large paws until his ears perk up with a bright idea.

"For fucks sake Bucky!" You laugh incredulously when he picks up the bag with his teeth, shaking the clothes out and burying himself under them, happy to be surrounded by your scent and finding another way to keep you there.

"What’s going on" Steve walked by the room, wondering why you hadn't come to the jet yet, eyes growing wide when he saw what his best friend was up to "What the hell"

"Oh my god" Sam looked over Steve's shoulder, snorting at the way Bucky was now half asleep while you were still in your tac suit but your bag now nearly torn to bits. You shrugged, deciding to give up, looking at the over grown puppy waiting for a belly rub, giving the two men an apologetic smile.

Bucky snuggled happily on top of your clothes, his nose nudging into your hoodie, before closing his eyes, ears twitching contently while your on the phone with Fury, coming up with a lame excuse as to why you couldn't join.

Some other things I imagine for wolf Bucky:

He's the cutest thing ever. Sam nicknamed him Sirius Black and he loves it.

Loves eating meat. Eats a lot in general.

Fiercely loyal

Likes to go on walks

I'm sorry for this, I have a headache, instead of taking an Advil and sleeping, I'm out here giving into my ridiculousness, I'll see myself out.

[crazyskirtlady]

The Dragon's Eye Amulet

genderfluid! reader X human male

content: you are a demonic entity, shape shifted into an amulet of power, you grant the wearer of your amulet wishes of their desires...for a price

warnings: demon, shape shifting, fem&male genitalia, yandere vibes, forced/coerced, bondage, pain, blood, gawk gawk 5k, le anale penetratíon

From the moment he picked up the amulet that contained you...

Immediately you could see the vanity in his eyes, the shallow desires that filled him are what attracted him to the cursed amulet, to you, in the first place, and you gleamed knowing he would be perfect to feed upon.

Prihyom purchased the gold, dragon shaped, red jeweled bauble from the glib salesman (an associate of yours) who confidently promised it would empower the wearer with all they could desire and more...

He took the amulet home and adorned himself, prancing about his room admiring his reflection. And you exuded aura from the sparkling gem, a glamour he could see and feel...

He couldn't take you off, the red and gold necklace suited him so perfectly, emboldened him and he could hardly keep his hands off the intricate design and bejeweled filigree. He took out his phone and admired himself again and again in the screen. And you glowed brilliantly, fueling his pride into conceit.

Prihyom could not even take the amulet off to sleep, and stoking it as he lay in bed he dozed in and out of sleep, and you whispered to him...

"Tell me what you most desire..."

Clutching the amulet in his hands he mumbled softly, asking to be even more handsome, he wanted to become achingly, stunning beautiful!

And of course you obliged him.

The next days everyone who saw him fawned on him, commenting on his pleasing features, dewey smooth skin, eyes bright as copper, hair black as night. Prihyom was beside himself in amazement, his physical transformation was like a miracle!

But it wasn't enough of course, having had a taste of your power Prihyom felt the amulet to be something otherworldly. He could feel your presence, though he did not know it was you yet. And so, in bed, in the dark of the night, stroking the amulet, he murmured to you, about being the most popular and most liked among his peers. He wanted to have the charm to become affluent and adored!

And of course you obliged him.

And the next days you watched as he was flooded with a thousand new friends, dates, party invitations, engagements of all types. And he was so happy, busy enough that he seemed satiated...but only for a bit.

Because he was again clutching you, clutching the amulet in the night whispering to you in a desperately needy voice, oh! He wanted wealth now! Wanted people to throw money at him! And now you chuckled to yourself knowing he was irrevocably bound by your power as you again granted his demand.

In the next days an offer was made for him to become an entertainer, with his tantalizing good looks, his supernatural charm and smile, all it took was a wink and a flick of his silky mane to have people sending money to him in all forms.

With his newly acquired wealth he stepped into a better quality of life. Bigger lodging, fancier decor, amenities to impress his many friends and many more eager lovers...

Now Prihyom knew without a shadow of doubt that his amulet was magickal, that you were powerful magick and he was filled with greed for whatever he could summon from you. He was hungry for more!

More!

Now the time was ripe.

It was time for him to pay the price for all he had asked of you...

In the night your spirit poured like a mist from the amulet, transmogrifying gold into flesh, jewel into bone and teeth and eye. Standing over Prihyom sleeping peacefully in his bed you grin and stretch oh! It has been awhile since you have taken on a physical form!

Glancing down at your fearsome visage you decide perhaps a more feminine form would be preferable in this instance. Smoothing your skin, sprouting long flowing hair, shaping delicate, feminine features vaguely similar to his own; as Prihyom had become quite narcissistically vain.

Sitting down in the bed next to him, you reach out and run your fingers along his jaw, cupping his chin you tilt his head back slightly so you can examine his handsome face closely. The small movements make him grumble and stir, his hand grasping yours in a half conscious reflex. His eyes open and focus on you in confusion, he startles and tries to sit up but you have already weighed him down with your presence, demonic paralysis now makes his jaw drop and his uplifted hand slump down.

You chuckle and click your tongue at him.

"My dear, sweet Prihyom, you didn't even bother to question the powers of the amulet that granted your every whim, and now..." You grin wickedly and watch growing fear widen his eyes. You reign in your power, allowing him the freedom to gasp and cough.

"Who...are you?" He manages to choke out the words.

"Now you ask ah? The golden amulet you wore everyday for weeks? It was I that granted your plaintive wishes no? Gave you everything your little heart desired." You stroke his face, letting your fingers linger on his lips.

"You?! The dragon necklace is...was you?! This whole time you were trapped within? Listening to me?"

"Not trapped, just a different form, and I didn't just listen, oh no...I watched you as well..." Your voice lowered to a husky whisper as you trail your hand through his silky black hair and watch a deep blush redden his cheeks. Quickly Prihyom turned away from your touch to hide his face.

"Aww, did I not give you everything you asked for?" You pout at him while he stutters

"I didn't...I mean I don't...well yes...but I couldn't have known the necklace was...was you?"

You lean close to him and notice his breathing speed up, you can hear his heart racing and it makes you smile in excitement.

"Aren't you satisfied with everything I have done for you?" You let your mouth hover over his while he pants and gulps air, his chest is heaving and sweat is starting to bead on his forehead. His cheeks are bright red now.

"What...what are you doing? What are you going to do!?" If he could, he would be thrashing, but your power holds him still.

"You didn't think I did all that for free did you? My dear, I feed off of you in exchange for what I gave!" You press your lips over his and suck the air right out of his lungs, pulling his face tightly against yours as you force your tongue into his mouth. Prihyom grunts, struggling to turn his face away again.

You pull back, anger reverting your hands back to their large, scaled form, grabbing his face firmly you stare intensely into his eyes.

"You are already mine Prihyom! From the first wish I granted you we became linked inexorably! If you want to break our partnership, then I will simply revoke all that I have granted to you!" You growl at him, letting him see your true demonic form for but an instant, power raging like fire inside your eyes.

Prihyom gasps and swallows hard, squeezing his eyes shut against the image of your demonic form. You relax your features back into the pleasant mask you created for him. Stroking his head with your human hands you plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't fear me, I have been watching you all these months and have enjoyed doing everything I did for you. And I can do even more..."

"...if you will let me..."

You can sense him thinking about all the wonderful luck and prosperity that has befallen him since you came into his life; his physical transformation, his popularity, his charm, his wealth...

His eyes open tentatively and, seeing you gazing at him in such a lovely form he can't help but blush again.

"What...what will you do to me?" Prihyom whimpers, fear fills his voice, but his body betrays him, you can feel heat and tension building... elsewhere in him...you smile again and he knows you are well aware of his conflicting feelings.

"Oh I think you already know what I will do with you, don't you?" You push your body up against his, letting him feel the soft curves of your human form. You slid one hand under his shirt and up his chest, allowing a single claw to manifest itself, making a thin scratch into his skin, just enough to sting a bit, not enough to draw blood...yet...

Prihyom yelps, his breathing growing erratic again as you press his body into the bed underneath you, listening to his racing heart, feeling the heat radiating from his groin against yours. You twirl a finger into his hair and lock eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze has him hypnotized. Slowly you bring your lips to his and kiss him softly, savoring his taste again and again with small, sensual kisses that leave him breathless.

Sitting up you staddle his body between your thighs, and with a flick of your wrist all clothes are gone, nothing between your skin and his but air and heat. Prihyom nearly hyperventilates, taking in the entirety of your human form and you allow yourself a little giggle of pride for creating such an alluring physical shape after so many years of not having made one at all!

"You like what you see? I fashioned it just for you!"

You grab his limp hands, still paralyzed by your power, and guide them along the soft skin of your thighs, up your stomach and chest, pausing to hold them against your ample breasts. Prihyom moans, able to feel everything and not able to so much as twitch a finger. You delight in his helplessness, sliding his fingers gently along your nipples. It feels so good you grind your hips down against his body and hear him gasp and moan. Watching his face fill with desire as you lick and suck his finger, feeling his need as a growing firmness where your body and his meet. You lean down to kiss him deeply, his tongue meeting yours eagerly now. You devour his mouth in yours, drinking in his growing lust for you as a fine wine. Freeing him from the paralysis just enough to indulge him, Prihyom instantly wraps his arms around you and bucks his hips upward trying to bring the warm hollow of your body against his hard shaft. You immobilize his body completely again and laugh at his groaned frustration.

Now, you shift your form just a bit, and using your whip-like prehensile tail you firmly pin his arms above his head as your demon tongue lashes against his neck and slides downward, licking and tickling at the inner fold of his arms until he squeals, then flicking around his nipples making him whine nervously. You tease and suck his nipples until they are hard little nubs.

You know exactly what he wants, as you move lower on his body, feeling his muscles tense under the paralysis hold you still have on him and when your long, thick tongue begins to wrap around the hardened, aching shaft of his desire, Prihyom lets out a deep moan. You swallow his whole member with ease and swirl your tongue around and over the sensitive tip. Wanting to feed deeply upon his lust you again release your hold on his body and he is immediately thrusting desperately into your throat, his hands struggling against the strength of your tail. Your extra long tongue slurps the whole length of his shaft and curls down towards the more tender organs below. You can feel his legs trembling, his muscles tensing as he nears the peak, glancing up you watch his eyes roll back, his breathing all but stopped as he loses himself in ecstasy. You can taste him, swallowing his very essence, you drink in his vitality and feel it stoke your power like coal in a furnace.

As his body goes limp from expending himself you quickly flip him over, burying his face in the bed. Allowing yourself to partially revert to your demonic form you grab his hips in your large scaled hands, drawing a yelp from him as you plunge your huge tongue deep into his most intimate hole. He is howling like a madman while you tongue fuck him, your drool dripping down between his cheeks gripped tight in your claws. You feel him loosening up, thrusting himself back onto your tongue with eager abandon, chasing the wild throbbing feeling of your tongue stimulating his g-spot. You quickly draw back, making him whimper, loudly needy. As you position your even larger demonic appendage between his dripping wet cheeks, you pause, letting him feel the size difference of your monstrous phallus. Before he can turn or struggle you grip his hair and shove him down into the bed, thrusting yourself deep into his body at the same time. The mattress muffles his wailing as you slide your wickedly barbed shaft in and out of his tight hole, his muscles spasm, squeezing you so tight you stop moving and just enjoy the feel of his body struggling underneath you. Controlling the tip of your phallic appendage as easily as you could your finger or tongue, you find his sweet spot again and apply pressure to it as you grind your hips into his backside. It's all too much for Prihyom, he screams into his bed, his body shuddering as he cums again. The way his body clenches around your shaft as he bucks in ecstasy sends you over the edge as well. A terrifying roar bursts from your chest as you cum with him, your claws grip his skin too tightly, drawing blood in 5 fierce lines across his thighs. You fill his hole with your hot load and collapse atop him, nearly crushing him with your demon form. Panting and breathless you still manage to keep some sense and bring your body back to your smaller human form, but keep your demon phallus buried deep in him for a moment longer.

When you finally release him and roll off his back he is so silent you fear for a second you might have suffocated him! But then he too rolls over gasping for air, tears in his eyes. His beautiful hair is a tangled mess and his gorgeous face is red and marked from being shoved into the bed. You grab his shoulder firmly and pull him into an embrace, smattering his face with kisses.

"Is...our partnership... maintained...?" Prihyom gasps out. A deep rumbling laughter vibrates inside you.

"Yes indeed my sweet." You cradle him in your arms, despite your current smaller form your presence envelopes him completely, holding him as physically as your paralysis had. You stroke his hair mindlessly, listening to his breathing slow, thinking he has fallen asleep.

"You are frightening...and incredible...I...I like our... partnership..." He sleepily mumbles into your arms.

You chuckle softly, caressing his face.

You suddenly feel his hand on your lower appendage, still in demon form. He thumbs the barbs and bumps, all soft and limp now.

"I like this part as well." He admits shyly.

[unfortunate-brat]

Skin | shifter!dean x latina!reader

pairing: shifter!dean winchester x latina!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: drinking, deception, character death, unprotected sex, angst, missionary and doggy style sex, fluff, choking, this one is kinda dark 👀

yazzy’s comments: phew, this one is a little longer as i was feeling inspired by @deansbeer shifter!dean fic. honestly surprised i wrote this in two hours. not proofread !!

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there’s nothing but bodies in this frat home, your own included as it joins those on the dance floor. red solo cup in hand filled with something you didn’t bother asking about tonight, what mattered was the buzz that filled your veins. the sweat pouring out your skin as your hips matched the beat of the loud music blaring from someone’s speaker. tonight wasn’t going to be wasted on school assignments for once.

your eyes focused on those who were walking into the kitchen, getting refills of the fruity liquid and after taking a glance in your cup, decided to get some more. chugging what little remained on the way there as you squeezed between other bodies.

finally reaching the counter with all the drinks, your eyes darted between the makeshift punch bowl that was just some giant storage container and the beer keg. now momma taught you not to mix your poisons but you kinda wanted a beer now. though as you pour, someone’s hand covers your own, strangely cold in such a heated environment.

you looked to see it was dean, flashing his signature smirk right at you. “allow me.” your hand pulls back as he gets the beer for you, getting one for himself as well.

there’s a million questions swirling in your mind, as dean dropped out a long time ago. leaving without a trace and saying something about finding his brother. it had pissed you off then when weeks would go by and he didn’t even bother to send a text. yet to see him standing here in the flesh made you the opposite. “there ya go sweetheart, come on.” his hand pulls yours as he led you outside into a more secluded area of the backyard.

you needed to clear the air at least. “look, i’m glad you’re back but you left me. least you could have done is send a text you know?” you take a sip of beer after, looking into his eyes and noting they seemed a bit…off. maybe its just been a while since you last saw him, things can change.

“i know, but shit hit the fan. i wanted to come back as soon as possible,” his hand lingers on your arm, squeezing gently and you take a moment to glance at it. he’s still cold. “missed you gorgeous.”

you narrow your eyes at him while taking another sip, dean had never been so touchy feely before. nor had he really been one to showcase so much emotion. but again, your mind reminds you that things can change. “missed you too, jackass.”

your admission makes him smirk again, his hand cupping your cheek for a moment before pulling away. glancing off to the side for a moment before meeting your own again. “look i don’t wanna waste tonight begging you on my knees to forgive me alright? rather be on my knees for something a little more sweet.”

his bold nature makes you blush, had dean gained some charm in his absence? “i mean i’m not super mad, you’re lucky i’m just drunk cause sober me would slap the shit out of you.” you finished the rest of your beer, needing some liquid courage before meeting his eyes again. “but i guess you could make it up to me with ice cream, remember willies?”

for a second, annoyance flashes in his eyes before its replaced by something else. chugging the rest of his beer, he discarded the red solo cup somewhere and closed the distance between you both. “i was thinking of a different sweet treat.” his face moves closer to your own, the two of you sharing the oxygen between you. “you get what i’m saying?”

you assume that dean’s drunk too, otherwise he wouldn’t be so forward with his words. it’s getting quite annoying to question everything he’s doing, maybe you should take his advice and not waste tonight. with a sigh you meet his lips, hoping that you’d make the right choice tonight.

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the mattress creaks with every thrust from dean’s hips, his harsh pace practically ripping your body apart as your nails sink into his flesh. his skin was still cold but you didn’t mind helping him warm up.

“you’re still thinking, that’s not a good sign.” he pulls out, much to your protest and suddenly your face meets the pillows. “need you to just feel.” his dick pushes back inside, your pussy remembering his shape as it practically welcomes him with open arms. he smacks your ass, chuckling darkly. “he doesn’t even know what he left behind.”

you whimper as his thrusts resume, his tip hitting deeper into your cervix. “w-what?” you manage to choke out, gripping onto the sheets for dear life as he gets faster. it’s almost inhumane in a way.

“nothing, just keep taking my dick like the slut you are.” he leans over just a bit, using his thumb to rub your clit as your walls tighten around him. “f-fuck, who knew you had such a good little cunt?”

you struggle to stay in place with every thrust, nails digging into the memory foam and you know the damn protector is ripping from your grip. your skin shines in a layer of sweat, as does his. finally he wasn’t so cold anymore. a slap to your folds draws you away from your thoughts as dean practically growls. “thought i said to not use your head, you don’t need it.” another slap hits your folds. “not with me at least.”

sticky cum fills your insides as you both struggle to catch your breath, his dick still inside and throbbing like crazy. you wonder if his abuse against your poor cunt was over. though as he pulls out and chuckles darkly again, you’re not so sure. “fuck, she is quite the sight.”

you turn to lay on your back, your legs still spread open for him as he runs his thick digits between your folds. “keep it inside,” dean pushes the cum that had begun to ooze out back inside, smirking as you let out a groan. your folds were swollen and there’s no doubt you could walk. what pissed him off was that you weren’t too stupid to think, that still brings up an opportunity for his plans to fail.

“dean,” you whisper, reaching a hand out to him but he slaps it away. opting to pin your hands above your head instead. “dean wait—”

once again, he pushes inside without warning. this time though, his thrusts are a bit gentle. slowly working up a new pace as you attempt to free your hands, aching to touch his skin. “relax, i’m trying to memorize this. god you’re perfect. it’s a shame.”

your brows knit together as he reaches over for something in your bed, tying your wrists to the bedpost. “dean what the h-hell? what’s going on?” though your words are met with silence as he tightens the buttoned up shirt he wore earlier, ensuring you couldn’t escape. “this isn’t funny anymore.”

his hands fold your legs into your chest, his dick hitting you at a new angle as you whimper. thrusts picking up to a similar pace as earlier, no longer so gentle. “you know what is funny though?” dean grins, one of his hands coming to wrap around your throat. “he could have walked away, left the fucking case alone but a winchester never backs down do they?”

his words confuse you as he starts to squeeze your throat, though the combination with that and his harsh pounding makes you torn between fear and arousal. “i will admit, seeing you in his memories and finding out how he feels about you, shit. I get it.”

dean applies more pressure, enjoying the sweet noises you were making as he spots your phone going off on the bedside table. “its too bad he didn’t give you a proper goodbye. but hey, it worked out in my favor.” it’s not long until he cums inside you again, meeting your swollen lips with another bruising kiss, forcing his tongue inside.

the words made alarm bells go off in your head but the pleasure was too overwhelming to ignore. making you dizzy with every touch just like dean had originally wanted. besides how could this be dean and not him at the same time?

the phone goes off again and he swipes it, checking the name on the small screen of the blackberry. “damn, guess playtime is over. but i guess i can make a lasting impression.” dean answers the phone, placing it on speaker while keeping his animalistic pace. “sorry, they’re a little busy, might i take a message?”

“where is she?” the voice on the phone makes you freeze, it sounded exactly like dean’s. “sweetheart you there?!”

there’s no proper response you can give him and you can’t help but moan when not-dean starts playing with your clit again. “again, she’s a little busy. ain’t that right baby?”

you want to scream, to get some answers as to what’s going on and who was currently rearranging your guts but this imposter doesn’t provide much. only fucking you harder as if that was even possible, though with the light of your blackberry you can catch his eyes. they seem to be a little reflective, going to white before changing back to the same green pupils dean had. “what…”

just then the door busts down and you spot dean with a gun in his hand. wasting no time to shoot the damn bastard inside you now and you scream as he slumps onto you.

the real dean’s quick to pull the monster as it shifts back to its true form. you’re still very naked as the ties around your wrist loosen up. immediately dean’s covering your body with the blanket and sighing, cupping your cheek. his hand is warm. “i’m sorry you had to witness that.”

you’re shaking, glancing from dean to the monster that was laying on the floor beside your bed. just what the fuck was going on? though as you try to reply, a tall figure appears in your doorway. he seems to be taller than dean and has shaggy brown hair.

“that’s my brother sammy, he’s nice don’t worry.” dean glances to sam, giving him a certain look and his brother walks away. “there’s a lot to explain and if you wanna know i’ll tell you. but let’s get you dressed.” with gentle touches, dean carries you to the bathroom. drawing a bath and helping you get inside, making sure to be respectful of your private areas.

“he looked like you.” you whisper as dean hands you the loofah to wash your body. the soap suds covering your body and you are grateful dean looks away.

“i know and don’t feel bad because you thought he was me. you don’t know about shit like this cause i tried to keep you away from it.” dean takes the time to wash your hair, smiling softly when you close your eyes. at least he knows you’re comfortable with him here. that’s the most important thing on his mind. “this world is…cruel.” when he’s done, dean is careful to rinse your hair without getting the water on your face.

you pull the plug, watching the water go down and dean’s quick to grab a towel. “i’ll be outside okay? you want some clothes?”

you shake your head, holding onto his hand. “it’s okay, i don’t have any reason to hide. i kinda gave it up.” those words make dean frown, kneeling down in front of the tub.

“don’t say that, he’s a fucking freak and you didn’t do anything wrong. plus, i rather you wait to show off how gorgeous you are. and that’s with clothes on.” he meets your eyes, ignoring that you’re now bare in the empty bathtub. the still towel folded in your hand.

“okay.” you reply, covering yourself in the towel as he helps you stand up. he doesn’t carry you this time, though you wish he would. his touch is more gentle, something you wanna remember versus the monster that had been all over you earlier. had time machines existed, you’d stop yourself from going to the party entirely. sober you would have far better judgment than the one who chose to play naive.

“hey. what i say?” dean checks you out of your thoughts, walking with you into the room. the corpse of the monster now gone and dean takes this time to fix the door he bust down. his back to you for some privacy. “don’t blame yourself, that only makes it worse. take it from me.”

you pull out some sweats and a hoodie, eager to cover your skin down to even your toes as socks hide them. your hair still sitting on your shoulders, dripping down your back. with the same towel, you dry to absorb some of that water into the plush fabric as your eyes focus on what dean was doing.

he may not have his tools, but dean makes a mental note to find a screwdriver to fix the hinges. for now he props up the door against the frame, a problem for future him to fix. “i’ll check baby’s trunk tomorrow,” the hunter turns back to look at you, noting how every inch of skin was nowhere in sight. “hey, how about we hit willies like old times? i’m kinda craving some ice cream.” least he could do is help you forget for the rest of the night. in due time he’ll tell you everything.

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[izzysink]

𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟹𝟸𝟹𝟺 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

✎ The Morrígan is the irish-celtic shape-shifting goddess of war and fate, she hovers over the battlefield as a crow or raven.

✎ Danu is the matriarch of the Irish Pantheon, yet not much else is known about her or her “realms” - I didn’t do tons of research on these gods + goddesses so if I get something wrong please tell me!!

✎ Lugh is the Celtic god of sun and light.

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 - 𝑦𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑒!

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔:

✎ Fiadh - 40

✎ Reader - 17

✎ Saoirse - 16

✎ Niamh and Roisin - 10

Set during the end of the giant war and before trials of apollo - if i make a part 2 were just gonna pretend toa doesn’t exist. Jason and Piper don’t have a romantic relationship, we’re keeping it platonic besties. I probably fuck with the timeline a bit so pls don’t bite me. IMPORTANT!! I haven’t finished hoo but i wanna write for Jason and i'm physically incapable of writing modern aus so I'm guessing who is where in the final battle; CHB = Percy, Jason, Piper, Leo, all cabin counselors, Romans, Greeks, ATHENS = Annabeth, Nico, Hazel, Frank, Romans, Greeks.

Please correct me if i am wrong 🌝

Also! The reader is born and raised in Ireland, I don’t really describe her that much but she’s not completely undescribed soooo, no use of Y/N apart from once, I actually gagged when I wrote that I’m so sorry but girlie has to introduce herself yk?

Also we're not gonna mention how I haven’t finished hoo. I don’t wanna hear it okay 😩 I Also made a little bit of the final battle with Gaea up as well, but let's face it I'm only here for the romance 💋 - yes i am ignoring the weird catapult octavian uses bc im not writing that thing, I’m also ignoring him. anyways;

𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!

When you first heard of the possibility of other godly children in America, you weren’t too keen on the idea of revealing yourself and your friends to them. There weren’t any demi-gods in britain, a mystery your mentor and leader of the small camp you call home, Fiadh, a daughter of Danu who took you in along with the twenty something other celtic demi-gods residing in the camp on the east-coast of Ireland. Fiadh, with her wild hair and mother-hen demeanor had become a mother figure over the years, more so than your own godly parent. 

She had tried to find any semblance of a community in Britain or northern Europe, and had even dispatched you to look in eastern Europe - your grandma was a Bulgarian immigrant in the 60’s, and you’d grown up visiting places like Moldova and of course Bulgaria in your early childhood before monsters had started to become an issue - to your behest, you thought that revealing yourselves to another pantheon was too great a risk, and a danger the bubble of protection your camp provided. The only signs of any other pantheons Fiadh had found were whispers of Egyptians and a norse murmur in Scandinavia.

You never knew why Fiadh even wanted to have contact with other demi-gods, was she not content with the community she had spent her life building? The community that had saved so many lives? 

That was before Long Island.

Being a daughter of Morrígan, you have the ability to shift into a raven, though it’s not done easily at will. Morrígan is a triple-goddess, a figure composed of three deities, all three are  Morrígan but are not each other, confusing right? Imagine having three mums all in one. Parent-teacher evening is a nightmare. Badb (part of the Morrígan trio you call mum) is known to have hovered over battlefields as a crow or raven, and even to cause fear and confusion among soldiers and to turn the tides to her favoured side.

It was a balmy august day at camp when you felt a violent tug in your gut. You had been playing tag with the younger girls - Niamh and Roisin, 10 year old twin daughters of Lugh. you had paused in your chasing of the two almost immediately. You had felt this a year before, in August as well. You had changed into a raven instantly and had to be kept in a bird cage to stop you from flying away - you had been sat inside with Fiadh when it happened thankfully, as you were drawn by an unexplainable force to fly away, you had slammed into windows and completely trashed the main cabin before Fiadh had finally put you in the cage. That was awkward. Especially when you felt yourself turning back two days later, and had to squawk like crazy to make Fiadh release you before you were crushed by the cage. 

Two days was a concerningly long time for you to be stuck like that, you had only ever shifted to a raven for a few hours at most, and the longer you stayed in that form, the more you felt your human self slip away, your earthly concerns and memories had floated above you like through a pane of glass, there, but just out of reach, replaced with a purely animal way of thinking and the desperation to fly west. The relief you had felt when the window opened and you felt your little boned body begin to swirl with magic, your human form coming back, was unprecedented.

So it was understandable that you were a little bit panicked when you felt that same sensation begin to bubble in your gut. You hadn’t even tried to shift since last year, fear consuming you whenever you attempted. You tried to run to the main cabin, Fiadh was probably making lunch with a few of the other kids, but it was too late, your body shrank and your hair morphed into feathers, your mouth became a beak. Your senses doubled and tripled, overwhelming you as you flew uncontrollably west. You tried to fight it, flapping in circles as the girls gaped up at you from below. Eventually you relented to your body, the mental struggle of fighting your instincts too much for you to resist.

Later, Fiadh told you of the aftermath, Niamh and Roisin had burst into the main cabin, panicking as they told Fiadh what had happened only minutes prior. The next few days were spent in disarray as efforts were sent out to find you all over Ireland, all coming back empty handed with only a few scratches and monster encounters to make up for it. Your best friend at camp, Saoirse, hadn’t slept at all, spending the most time out on the hills to find you, and had almost died searching the north forests.

You, on the other hand, had flown across the Atlantic ocean to America. Joy.

When you arrived where your instincts had pulled you kicking and screaming, it was a battlefield. literally. Hundreds of kids in purple and orange shirts fought monsters, though they weren’t like the ones you knew. The battle was surrounded by forest, you could see a summer camp a little ways away as well, and the coast was a mile or two from the main battle.

The massive revelation of the existence of other demi-gods, because they had to be, you could feel the godly power from where you perched in a high tree a good ways away, didn’t connect with you until much later, in the moment however, it just felt right, as if you always knew, as if you were meant to be there, to observe and be a part of this place in history. Oh Fiadh would be thrilled. 

You stayed mainly out of the cross-fire, watching without taking it in fully yet astutely aware of what was happening, the demi-gods were losing strength, more and more kids were being injured or killed by the army of monsters every passing hour. Your fluttering heart sank to your feet, well, claws, an agonised screech escaped your throat, grief and desperation for the strangers to win clawed at your heart, you prayed to your mother, begging for a blessing on these children.

That was when you saw it, a massive, bronze, dragon flying up with a goddess in its maw. A boy rode on its back, and shockingly, a blond boy flew up beside him carrying a girl in his arms. You were drawn to the trio in the sky, gliding over to hover above. The girl, whom up close you noticed to be beautiful, with choppy brown hair she pulled off amazingly and who had an almost magnetic aura, spoke to the goddess. You could feel the magic in the words from where you circled the group, she was powerful. Though you were close you couldn’t hear what they were saying very well, though you understood when the goddess, the leader of the monsters, you instinct told you, fell asleep in the dragon's clutches. 

The boy riding on the back of the dragon wore suspenders and a tool belt that looked stuffed full, he had an impish face and you guessed he would usually be a jokester, but his expression was anything but. You could see the tense stares between the trio as they argued for a few moments over something, before the blond boy and the girl flew back down. You stayed with the boy, a silent companion for a boy you didn’t know. Blood pumped in your veins as you circled the duo, something big was coming.

The dragon exploded.

Heat burned your small body as you went limp, falling rapidly through the sky. The boy fell beside you, unconscious and singed, his face twisted in agony as his clothes caught on fire and his arms covered in burns.

Pain flooded your senses as you fell in sync, a tug in your gut alerted you to the magic swirling in your bones. Shit. 

You don’t remember anything after shifting back, only pain and the distant sound of you screaming in panic as you fell. The boy disappeared from beside you, but you didn’t notice. Now that you had shifted back to human form, burns riddled your arms and legs and you felt yourself becoming light headed. You don’t remember touching the ground, because you didn’t. Strong arms wrapped around you as the last wisps of consciousness fall away.

↜✿↝

When Jason saw a girl falling out of the sky right after he saw his best friend explode, he was more than a little confused. Although he hadn’t even had the chance to process Leo’s death, he knew he couldn’t let someone die like that if he had the ability to stop it.

Since the Apollo cabin was already flooded with injured demi-gods, and he didn’t even know who this girl was, he brought her to the main house instead, where the cabin counsellors and the seven were gathering to discuss post-battle. Jason knew she wasn’t Greek or Roman, she wasn’t wearing a camp shirt, and except for a small dagger tied to the belt loop of the denim shorts she wore, there was no indication of her being a demi-god at all.

He held her in a princess carry as he walked across the clearing in the middle of the cabins, most of the monsters had left once Gaea was killed, and now everyone was sat in a post-battle haze, nobody really noticed the son of Jupiter carrying an unknown girl, and he was grateful for it to be honest, he had enough on his plate without people crowding him.

↜✿↝

It was silent around the pool table, nobody had touched the snacks, and even the usually loud and rambunctious Stoll twins sat glumly. Will Solace was with the rest of the Apollo cabin in the med cabin, and Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank were in Athens, but apart from that everyone else was there, including Chiron and Diyonisus. He stubbornly kept his gaze away from the empty Hephestus cabin seat.

Heads turned to him as soon as he walked in the room. Chiron spoke first, “Jason, my boy, it's good to see you well, who is she?”

“I don’t know, she fell from where Festus exploded, she needs medical attention,” Jason said, Piper got up from her seat, “I think there's some nectar in the mini-fridge, are you sure she’s not anyone we know?” 

“I don’t think so,” Jason responds as he sits you down gently on an armchair, you’re still blissfully unconscious, a good thing, for if you were awake you would be screaming in pain. Clairisse spoke up from her seat at the table, “well, this is great, Gaea is dead, prophecy fulfilled, and now we have a mystery girl on our doorstep, were not even sure if she’s a demi-god,” 

“She probably is, there's a dagger on her belt.” Jason said, “the least we can do is heal her, she’s got some nasty burns and she’ll wake up soon anyway, i think she just passed out from stress.”

Clarisse looked at him sideways, “and when did you become a doctor?”

“Calm down, children, Piper, if you could give her some nectar, I would appreciate it,” Chiron leveled his gaze at Jason and Clarisse, “now is not the time for infighting, we have yet to hear from Athens, and we find ourselves with another pantheon’s ward,”

Percy whistled low, “you mean she’s norse or something?”

“Of a sort, yes,” Chiron agreed, “though I’m not sure how she got here of all places.

Jason heard a gasp as he turned his head, you had woken up, you hissed in pain as Piper fussed over you gently, handing you a square of nectar, you looked at it oddly before eating it anyway, not fully awake or lucid to really question it. Blinking rapidly, you came to fully, and stared at the table of demi-gods confusedly before opening your mouth to speak, “Where-where am I?” Jason almost swooned as you spoke, your accent washing over him like a tidal wave. Now that you were awake, he looked at you more closely. You wore denim shorts and a plain t-shirt, as well as white trainers and lacy ankle socks. You had your hair tied up in a half up half down style - though it was messed up and pointing in a couple directions from falling through the sky, with a bow pinned to the back of your head. And you were cute.

Oh.

“Camp Half-Blood, a camp for Greek demi-gods,” Chiron said, calmly wheeling over to you in his chair, “my name is Chiron, who are you?”

You blanched, “Greek? And you’re American- not that it’s a bad thing just, am I in America, right now?” Chiron nodded affirmatively. “Fuck- sorry, just… oh yeah, um, I’m Y/N, daughter of Morrígan, do you know how I could get home?” that brought Jason out of his trance, he had zoned out listening to your voice, not really paying attention to the words, he could listen to you for hours. Chiron spoke again, “more importantly, how did you get here? I’m assuming you’re from Ireland?” he waited for you to agree before continuing, “were you sent here?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I got pulled here by magic and stuff, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

“I’m rather good at understanding things,” Chiron winked at you conspiratorially. The humor made you relax more, tense shoulders loosening and your muscles unwinding. You smiled at him, Jason almost died, was he okay? He shouldn’t be like this so easily. “My mother, Morrígan, is known to have hovered over battlefields as a crow or raven, being her daughter, I can turn into a raven at will, but it’s not very easy and I haven’t done it since last summer since I got stuck as one for a few days, earlier today i shifted without meaning to and i was sorta dagged here by my instincts to watch.”

“You mean to tell us you flew across the Atlantic ocean in a few hours?” 

You shrugged noncommittally, “I guess,”

Piper spoke up from beside you, “do you remember anything from the battle?”

You leant back in you chair as you thought, your brows furrowing, and it was all Jason could do to try and resist the urge to smooth the expression, “not much, i kinda become a bird when i shift, and my mental capacity gets smaller, but i do remember a dragon, and i saw you fly up with the blondie over there.” Jason blushed, and Thalia, who was sitting quietly and observing, gave him a knowing side eye.

Piper's eyes widened, “if you fell when Festus exploded, did you see where Leo went?” she grabbed your hand, imploring you with her eyes. “You mean the boy on the back of the dragon?” Piper nodded furiously as Jason got out of his stupor and paid attention, this may be their only lead to find Leo. “I remember falling with him, but he disappeared after i shifted back, i don't know where he went after that,”

Chiron butted in before Piper could hound you for more information, “I think our guest has had enough questioning, the med cabin is too full to house her, but I think she can stay for a few nights until she can fly home, does anyone volunteer their cabin?” Jason wanted to volunteer, and he almost did before Thalia butted in and saved him from the embarrassment. “The hunters of Artemis would be happy to lend her a bed for a few days, she can join our team for activities and chores while she’s here as well.”

You nodded in thanks as you stifled a yawn, blinking sleep from your eyes to keep yourself awake, “is that bed available now? If it’s not too much to ask,” Gods, why was Jason like this? He didn’t even know this girl and he was already blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Thalia nodded, “of course!” and went to help you out of your chair and support you by pulling your arm around her shoulder, heading for the Artemis cabin. Jason found himself oddly jealous of his sister, he wanted to help you to your bed, he saved you so he should- Gods he needed to stop, he’s being so pathetic.

Chatter picked up in the room as soon as you left, and Piper stood next to Jason where he was leant against the wall, arms crossed. She smirked at him knowingly, “she’s cute isn’t she?” 

“What?- no, I mean, yes, she's pretty cut- pretty, um-” Piper burst out laughing at his expense while he turned into a blushing mess, how could she? After all he’s done for her? “You should talk to her when she’s fully awake, I’m sure she’d love to meet her dashing savior,” Piper grinned at him devilishly as he gave her a flat look.

Meanwhile, you were lying in a bunk bed Thalia had lay you down in, and panicking. Did you seriously call that boy blondie? Gods, what were you going to do? Why did he have to be so cute? And embarrassingly your type. Saoirse was gonna have a field day when she found out. Tall, strong, blond, ugh! What’s a girl to do?

↜✿↝

It's been a day or two since the battle, and Camp Half-Blood was slowly fixing itself, the kids in Athens had returned, and the med cabin was clearing out except from a few dire injuries. You had been helping to rebuild a couple of the damaged cabins, and you’d even made a few friends. The Romans and Greeks seemed pretty chill about another pantheon of demi-gods existing, which was a relief, and you’d learnt the story of the seven from multiple other people, which made you even more desperate to find the blonde boy who saved you. Since that day, he had seemingly disappeared. You never saw him at the campfires, and you never caught him during the day either; you still haven't thanked him for his catch, and to be honest you kinda wanted an excuse to talk to him as well. 

Which was why you were grinning ear to ear when you spotted him sitting by himself at the tree line, you had been on a midday walk when you saw him, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. You made your footsteps louder as you approached to make sure he didn’t spook when you sat down. popping down next to him, you hugged your legs to your chest and put your chin on your knee. “You know, you never mentioned your name,” you said cheekily, looking out into the forest with him. He jumped, perhaps he was less spatially aware than you thought. “Oh. its uh- Jason,” he stumbled over his words as he registered your presence bedside him, tortuously close. “Well then, uh- Jason, thank you for saving my life, I really appreciate it,” that made him relax, the tension melted off his broad shoulders like candle wax, “it's just Jason,” he chuckled, “and you don’t need to thank me, it was just the right thing to do.” you gasped playfully as you replied, “my, so noble my savior, I suppose with that I’ll leave you to your brooding,” you went to get up, but he grabbed your hand desperately, “no! Stay, please?” electricity sparked where your hands joined, magic swirling around the two of you knowingly, a magnetic force of attraction pulling you together like thunder and lightning “of course.”

𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜?

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! 🤍

[the-entitie]

[Dark_MS_Reader]...prt:1_》》》

I love, love, love the whole monster dynamic or unusual traits that are explained by "Oh, it's not human. That's why" honestly, I just like weird people with weird quirks. So eh.

•Part 3 will be linked when done

Edit: it's done!

《《《(masterlist)》》》

</[T|W:]> injury and death, death related trauma, mild body horror, medical malpractice, inhuman depictions, sexualization of disability, sexualization of insecurity, use of multiple cultures and religions (could be wrongfully used, if so. Tell me!!),

</[C|W]> reader is dark with intrusive or dark thoughts. But strictly SFW. So no smut. Aslo intended male reader,

The first time you arrived on this content, you were hog tied, a thick steel cord used to immobilize you. The guards even muzzled you as if you could bite them with any kind of force that could necessitate this kind of restraint.

It was half for the humiliation of dragging you over the dirtied port, the gravel and sand, and salt that scrap into your already tattered cloths. The burn against the neglected and painful remains of your body. Half that this was to make you look dangerous.

The hulking man carrying you hardly glances at you as he dropped your limp body on the deck. Considering it doest get a reaction out of you, it doesn't startle the werewolf there.

Most humans only want to interact with the inhabitants that look human. Considering most affected by lycanthopic bodies, appear human. At least sometimes. The guard preferred them to be present at the coastal office.

And that's how you were left.

No paperwork, no notice that you were coming.

Just.

Dropped off at the wolf's feet and abandoned to whatever they would do to you now that you're here.

It's the first time in a while that you could just shut your eyes and ignore everything around you. The guards weren't too kind to you while you were in their care.

They had set you up, those werewolves, with a home. A small, dingy, half abandoned thing surounded by nothing and no one. And gave you time to heal.

They would visit you, that leader you met the first day specifically; though many jokingly called him 'Alpha' when he was around his friends. But when he had come to you on the fourth day. Your body now regaining strength. He walked into a startling scene. He hadn't even smelt the blood.

He, Lucas you later over heard him being called, watched as you methodically cleaned the many wounds that engulf your body. Shirt discared beside you, seeing the full expanse of those injuries new and old on display. You're only covered by a pair of boxers as you work. Watching how you took thick strips of the bandage to temporarily cut blood flow above as you cleaned each wound on your arm.

Holding the loose edges held between your teeth, your free hand disinfecting the rotting edges of skin and muscle. He was ready to jump and stop you when he watched you grap the bisecting scissors, and yet he didn't. Only forced to stare in abject horror as you started to cut the rotten edges of the gashes of. Small snips that carved out the dead tissue. Leaving fresh rivets of blood slowly dripping down your skin.

It had taken him a few moments of standing there to see you were struggling. The pain flaring up from your work, becoming overwhelming while thin tears stream down your face. Yet you utter nothing but silence into the blood-stained cloth between your teeth.

That's when he actually apaoches the bed, being careful to wait till you put those scissors down before he asks what he can do to help.

"Sit here. I need to wrap it."

Lucas was slow to follow. He was so terrified that you were doing this wrong, hurting yourself in a delusional want for the pain to stop. He couldn't help but ask.

"You know what you're doing here, doll?"

"Yeah." Your hitching breath makes your voice stutter, "done it before."

That makes his chest tight, a feeling he associated with his werewolf friends. Because. Well.

"You've done it to yourself before?"

"No. Just inmates."

"You some kind of doctor?"

"Not a practicing one."

That arm now taken care of, you focus on the other.

Lucas loses his train of thought to the picture of the malnourished man before him having an illegal medical office.

"Your not a doctor?"

"I am." You mutter to his absolute confusion,

Pulling his hand to your shoulder, handing him the end of the ternicate, he holds it on autopilot. Lucas stares as you start the process all over again. These look like they are from a whip

"I don't work as one." You clarify. Using the conversation as a mid point for the dance between pain and relief. "I worked as a mortician."

"What."

"I worked with the dead-"

"Oh, yes. I got that but. Why? Why not be a doctor if you can. Well."

"More people died where I lived."

He can tell it's only half a lie, but he can't exactly see what.

"Never needed to save anyone."

All he could do was say, as sincerely someone who couldn't understand, that.

"I'm sorry you ended up here."

It stuck in Lucas's mind.

The knowledge that you were a doctor. Someone who could help.

But was it his place to ask?

Could he ask you? Was it too soon or too late to even try?

When he brought it up to one of the old Naga that enjoyed his company, she told how helpful someone like you could be.

To human.

Very few doctors even touch the non-human side of medical care. And even fewer would actually touch a monster. So it was a slim to none, chance you knew how to help any of them.

They weren't even sure of your own humanity or lack thereof.

"But tell you of it, Lu," she wound her coils tighter around herself. Resting her head against the shimmering scales, "If, and it be a big if. That man be a healer, he will fulfill the oath all doctors take."

He watched her thin tongue taste the air. The ugly edge from where it was docked, disappearing again behind her lips. It made certain syllables painful to say. It made her speech irregular, and some Grammer off, bit aleast she had her toungue.

"Many healer, medicinal or not. Will treat all who fall. It be only thier know how that keep those they help alive."

The vampiric monarch that lived out South was the best bet to test what Dai said.

Lucas had taken you on a tour, showing you how they tried to help each other on the huge city they gathered in. It was late dusk, but he knew he could still try.

The thralls that romed inside were lethargic as he led you further in the hotel looking housing.

Many of them hunched over in the halls, huddled close. If escaping the setting sun or your presence, well. You weren't quite sure.

And just as you try to move towards the excite, a shrill hiss breaks out behind you. This young girl, with a sqeaky hiss, was doubled over. Clutching at her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck. Sal, I'm so sorry!"

You could see the sizzling skin before she near calapsed.

Moving as if by spell, you cuaght her befote she could actaully fall. Careful to place her more gently down against the wall.

It's hardly a thought as you lift your sleeve, still holding that child so she wouldn't hurt herself. You rip open the berely closed wound there on your palm. The blood seeoping into her shirt and engulfs the wound in a few quick seconds.

You have the gash re-wrapped before the teen who bumped her is there to hold her as the blood heals her.

"Dai was right," Lucas whispers, as quiet as he could. "She said this could happen."

"And what had Dai spoken of the man holding my niece?"

The old morge on the outskirts of town was now yours. Lucas said it was just an empty lot, just a place for you to finally settle. Even if it was run down.

The citizens each pitching in to help set the place up, a carpenter Tanuki who was just passing by or the siren that just so happen to be an electrician needing a spained wing checked, and the slow trickle of each patient started up not long after.

It started with the bigger things, a broken bone here, and a deadly illness there. Just the worste most couldnt handle, like pregnancies or viseral injuries. But then you started to step up and werw seeking out people to help anywhere you could.

In the bay sector, where most aquatic or amphibious residence stay, keeping them from friction burn during shedings. Or the construction sights, who always had a sprian or a bruise or a nick you could see to.

Always with the same excuse. Just that you needed some food and then you were dragged into a group to eat with them and well, might as well clean and fix up that cut they have while you're here, right?

No, it's no trouble. Saves the trip if it gets worse, doesn't it?

You met Dai, found the Monarch of those Vampire's hunkering down in the hotel. Finding his name was Emile, or that's what people gave him as a nickname. You even met the rest of the shifters, or more specifically, the leader who would collect and help that specific type of shifter.

Day in and day out, you kept going, kept looking till you found the ship you needed pulling up to shore.

Not a lot of people knew you dealt in black market trades. Only the ones who needed to know, did.

Most just thought is was a simple trade.

You know, some fresh goods for medication. Or knowledge for medical supplies. And yes, sometimes. It was just that.

At the end of each week, you would filter into the decks where you were first dumped here to meet with some of your contacts. Trading what you scavenged from ypur work to keep the shelves well stocked.

It wasn't like you made any money, nor had you ever asked for any. So it wasn't a stretch to say this was the only way to keep things as they where.

That isn't to say you didn't keep some things.

Quills from a lionfish who contracted a bacterial infection on some of his spines. Fangs from that vampire girl, Sal, as she started sheding them. Small bundles of feathers from the flock of sirens that fly with avians.

It was all just so much better.

That was until the second spring hit the city.

[monstersholygrail]

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

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

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

It’s ok gimme more hehe.

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

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

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

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

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

“Run.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can’t say you disagree with him.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

👁👅👁 heeeey, can i please request a kiss in the moon light for confessing love with Decker? Please.

A/n: Decker is a sweet heart.

Decker shifted his body as you let him pull you along the down the path. His eyes glancing up at the moon, while he knew he wouldn’t change he could still feel the wolf inside of clawing out.

You were one of the few people that didn’t care what he was. He knew he had feelings for you, he knew he should confess his what he felt for you but what if you rejected him.

“Decker, you look troubled.”

Shifting his body, he gave you a weak smile rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh I’m fine, you don’t have to worry.”

Looking him over, you wrinkled her nose you stepped on front of him. “Well that’s good though I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, Deckers eyes glide to your form.

“You don’t hav-.”

Though he was cut off by you throwing yourself at him, his arms easily wrapping around around his neck but it was your kissing him that startled him, it took Decker a moment for him to return the kiss.

The moonlight shinning down on you both, his fingers running down your back gently. Once the kiss broke, Decker rested his head against yours. His lips forming into a small smile.

“Not that I’m not over the moon with this.”

Snorting your fingers clutched his shirt as you waited for him to continue.

“But what brought this on?”

Rolling your eyes, you cupped his cheeks. “It’s because I love you idiot.”

“Okay, I think the idiot comment was unnecessary.” His heart was racing in his chest but he was smiling as he held you. “I love you too.” 

[lipglossanon]

Day 10

Kink: Double Penetration

Pairing: Shape Shifter/Wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking, monster Leon, teasing, dirty talk, double penetration, anal penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, anal creampie

not proofread

Leon sits there giggling like a loon at his phone before his night shine eyes flick over to you. 

“What?” 

You can’t, nor do you want to, stop the smile breaking out across your face as he gestures for you to look at his screen. As you get closer, you see the double jointed hands and a hint of skull around his jawline. You hope one day he’ll understand that you really don’t care how monstrous he looks. 

“Chris sent this to me,” he laughs harder as you take the phone away. 

A huff of laughter escapes as you read the text. 

“Was he referring to you or himself?”

“Oh, me, definitely,” he sighs, taking his phone back before locking it and sliding it into his pocket, “he’s too much of a goody two shoes to do anything to humans.”

“Aren’t I the lucky one,” you roll your eyes before a shout’s wrenched from you when Leon’s hands snag around your waist and pull you down into his lap.

“You are, aren’t you?” He coos, all sugary sweet even as his teeth sharpen in front of you. “So lucky to have me, little mate.”

Leaning forward, he kisses you, softly at first before his tongue licks into your mouth greedily. He rears back suddenly and you stiffen with nerves. 

“Did you drink hot chocolate without me?” His oddly colored eyes level at you in accusation. 

You suck on your teeth and smile awkwardly. 

“Yes?”

He growls and nips at your neck before sinking his sharp teeth into the meat of your shoulder. 

“Fuck!” You hiss out, squirming in his lap with slick filling your panties—pussy pavloved into getting wet at the first hint of teeth. 

“Naughty girl,” he croons, tongue lapping at the bloody marks. “Now, I get to punish you.”

“It’s only h-hot chocolate, Leon,” you gasp out, hips rocking down on his bulge. 

“I know,” he pouts, “but I wanted some. You were supposed to tell me.”

“You were busy,” another gasp pulled from your throat as he roughly sucks on the bite mark he left. “P-promise to tell you next time.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure of that,” he laughs wickedly, claws digging into your skin through your shirt. 

Standing up, he lifts you easily, monstrous traits bleeding over his human ones. His horns protrude while his tail whips around to slap across your ass, making you squeal. Entering his room, he splays you out across his bed and shreds the clothes off your body. 

“Leon, I really liked those,” you gripe, eyeing the jeans in tatters on the floor. 

“Whoops,” he smirks. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

His body towers over yours when he joins you on the bed, after—you note sourly—he takes his own clothes off and sets them aside. 

“Gonna stuff both your little holes tonight,” he murmurs, eyes glittering in the low light of the room. 

Keening, you arch your body off the mattress, enticing Leon to grip your ass and pull you down until you’re draped over the tops of his thighs. 

“Can smell how wet you are, little mate,” he rumbles, face slowly morphing into a skull. “Gonna breed you nice and deep, like you deserve.”

“Please, Leon,” you reach out to grab onto his forearms. “Want you so bad.”

“Roll over,” he directs, hands helping you flip over on your tummy. “Think you’re ready?”

You moan and arch your back, “Yes, you’ve been fucking me in the ass for weeks. I’m ready.”

“It’s going to be a lot,” he muses. “But if it’s what the lady wants.”

His lilting voice trails off and you feel wetness dribble across your rim. Mewling, your fingers grip the sheets as he smears lube across your asshole and slides in two fingers to the knuckle. 

“Yeah, you can take it, can’t you, little mate?”

His low voice makes you clench down on his fingers as he scissors open your ass. Slipping in a third finger makes you groan and clench, pussy dripping slick all over the bed. 

“I think that’s enough. You like it a little rough,” he teases, free hand slapping across your cheeks as he fingers your ass. 

Moaning, you miss his fingers as soon as he pulls them out, hole twitching under the digits when he smears more lube across your rim. You both gasp out when he notches one of his cocks at your pussy while the other brushes your asshole. 

“At the same time?” You whine, toes curling. 

“How else?” He snickers, tail slithering between your thighs to pet across your clit. 

Eyes rolling back at the featherlight sensation, you relax enough for him to press each head past the openings of your holes. A guttural sound is pulled from deep in your chest as Leon works each cock into your body. Inch by inch he sinks until his pelvis is flush with your ass. 

“So tight,” his voice sounds strained and disjointed. “Taking me like such a good girl.”

Pussy rippling and pulsing around one cock while your ass clenches and squeezes around the other, Leon doesn’t move to give you a little bit of time to adjust to the simultaneous stretch. 

“Full, so full,” you slur out, “fuck, s’too much, can’t—can’t take it, Leon.”

“Aww, yes you can,” his tail swirls and circles your clit sending electric shocks of pleasure through your cunt.

“Nooo, I can’t,” you mewl, holes greedily clamping down on his dicks. 

“But your sweet pussy is telling me she needs it, just as bad as your cute little asshole,” he simpers mockingly. “I’m just giving them what they want.”

A keening moan makes its way past your lips when he slowly pulls out and rocks back in, the wet sounds between your bodies loud in his room. 

You lose complete track of time; the only thing you’re aware of is the give and take of his cocks in your cunt and ass—the absolutely overwhelming sensation of pleasure running through your body until your incoherent with it. Leon speaks to you, but you’re deaf to his words. All your senses are keyed up and locked on the thick drag of his dicks against your walls. His soft tail keeps strumming across your swollen clit, but never with enough pressure to make you climax. 

It’s dizzying and heady to have Leon taking you apart like this; his grunts and growls wind you higher and higher, walls tightening around him with every exhalation. 

“Cum for me my little mate,” he purrs above your head. “And I’ll fill you so full, you’ll be dripping.”

“L-Leon, p-puh-please,” you stutter, voice wrecked.

“Good girl,” his words drip with sweet derision, pushing you that much closer to your orgasm. 

His tail begins to slap across you pudgy clit over and over—again and again—the short stinging spanks snapping that thread of arousal pooling in your stomach and making you see stars, climax wiping out your brain. 

“That’s it,” he praises, claws digging into your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum in you, breed your holes full.”

Shuddering, your body tremors and shakes, holes milking his cocks until he’s burying himself balls deep inside you—hot cum stuffing you so full it feels like it’s going to come out of your throat. Crying out weakly, you can’t move as Leon ruts against your ass, cocks emptying rope after rope of his thick jizz. 

“So good, little mate, so perfect,” he sighs, pulling you up until your back is flushed with his chest and then easing you both onto your sides. 

His strangely jointed hands stroke along your sweaty skin, leaving chill bumps in their wake. 

“‘m tired,” you mumble, eyes squinting before slipping shut. 

“Rest,” he pats your thigh. “I’ll clean you up.”

“You better.”

You feel him press a kiss to your temple before you drift off. 

[kat651]

shapes

You hated thunder storms. The lightning and the loud booms always made you jump. Little did you know, so did lindir. He jumped every time he heard the thunder…

You slept peacefully, head on Lindir’s chest. Lindir lay with a book in his hand, gently running his fingers through your hair. 

Sudenly, there was a rumble of thunder. Lindir clutched your body and was shocked to feel fur. 

He looked down to see a wolf on his chest. His heart began to hammer. What was going on?

Another clap of thunder and the wolf flinched and shifted into a little cat. 

“Y/n?” Lindir placed his hand on your head and you let off a purr. 

Lindir smiled and pulled you closer. “Toy don’t like the thunder either do you?”

The thunder boomed outside the window and you sat upright, shifting back into your elven form. 

Lindir reached up and pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Shhh…I’m here…” 

You relaxed a little and Lindir gently tilted your chin up. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a shape shifter?”

You sat up again, eyes wide. “I-I…”

He gently pulled you close again. “Hey, what’s wrong.”

“You weren’t supposed to know that…”

Lindir played with your hair. “Why not?”

“Aren’t you afraid of me now?” You asked, looking up at him with big eyes. 

Lindir shook his head. “Why would I fear the one I fell in love with?”

You smiled and nuzzled up to him, shifting into a little bunny and hiding as the thunder clapped again. 

Lindir chuckled and rolled on his side. “Are you afraid of the thunder?”

You nodded and hid your face in the crook of his neck. 

Lindir kissed your fluffy head and pulled the blanket over you. “I’ll keep you safe and warm.”

You smiled and nuzzled closer. 

In the morning, Lindir woke to find him self wrapped in your arms. “Y/n… i love you.”

You woke and kissed his nose. “Hello love…”

[oceansssblue]

~ [MAGICAL CREATURES SERIES] – THE BAD BATCH AU (N4)

Pt1. "THE SMELL OF FIRE" HUNTER/PHOENIX!OFC

THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENING IN THE SMALL MOON PLACED ON THE EDGES OF THE GALAXY WITH THE UNKOWN REGIONS. THEIR PEOPLE ARE RESERVED AND SECRETIVE; TRYING TO APPEAR NORMAL, THOUGH HUNTER HEAVILY SUSPECTS THEY AREN'T. HIS NOSE EASILY PICKS UP THE SMELL OF ASH AND FIRE.

WARNINGS (pt1): TALKS OF HUMAN SACRIFICES WHEN CHARACTERS BOUND WITH ROPES 💔, AND A VERY LIGHT HINT OF (SEXUAL) TENSION 🔥.

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When Tech had warned them they were going to have to make an emergency landing on an undescripted planet on the very limits of the Outer Rim with the Unkown Regions, Hunter had imagined one much more different than this. The small moon looked unusual, yes, with it's almost sparkly silvery sand covering miles and miles of its surface; vibrant blue flowers and trees, and waters as black as coal. Still, it was sand, trees and ponds; not that much further apart of what he had already seen before, if only in another range of colour.

"I must say I feel pleasantly surprised with our luck right now" Tech's voice seemed unusually loud in the quiet of the forest, not an insect to be heard even with Hunter's developed senses.

His brother couldn't stop pointing his long ago self-made detector everywhere around them, constantly scanning their surroundings while he recorded everything with his helmet. Even if slightly tense at the uncertainty that the moon held for them, he looked as happy as a child in a candy shop; his curious mind ecstatic to find new and unresearched territory to explore.

"Crashing into a mystery planet in the Unkown Regions is luck for you?!" scoffed Wrecker, evidently not as excited as the goggled clone.

He wasn't afraid per se, but he didn't like this. Their ship was broken beyond some quick repairs, they knew nothing about the strange moon or the creatures that lived in it and they had no way of comunicating with the rest of the galaxy. They were fucked, to sum it up. Karking pirates.

"Well, you have to admit it's incredibly lucky we have landed on a planet biologically compatible with human life" Tech shrugged, his eyes still flickering over every tree and flower. "Breathable atmosphere, decently similar flora, and several bodies of water. Remarkable, if I may say".

Wrecker muttered a piece of his mind and dropped back into silence, following the line commanded by Hunter.

The long-haired clone couldn't help but feel wary. Not only because of their situation per se; but because of the slightly different gravitational pull on the moon and the lack of stimuli around him. His senses were so developed it was extremely rare for him to just not hear something, feel something; and yet, in this unkown planet, they seemed strangely muted. Apart from their own steps and chattering, he couldn't hear anything else. No insects, no animals, no wind brushing against the flowers and trees. No rush of water, either; permanently calm and almost frozen in place. He didn't like it one bit.

"Don't touch that" he almost barked to Omega, watching her move almost hypnotized to grab a vibrant electric blue flower with the corner of his eyes. "Don't touch anything".

Omega's hand dropped to it's original place and her eyes switched back to Hunter. She pouted.

"But it's so pretty!"

Tech hummed in agreement, yet backed Hunter's warning.

"That is precisely why you shouldn't. It is a common well-known fenomenon amongst the plants of the Outer Rim. The more vibrant the colour and eye-atracting the flower looks like, the higher the probabilities of it being venomous or lethal" he explained, his voice turning distracted at a new species of taller trees in front of him. "I suppose it works mainly on insects or birds; though I guess sometimes humans aren't that much more intelligent".

Tech patted Omega's shoulder amicably –not at all consciously using his words to make a jab at her–, and resumed walking. Omega roller her eyes.

All thoughts about blue flowers and their level of intelligence extinguished with Hunter's sudden stop and raised fist. The sargent frowned, slightly turning his head to the right towards the origin of what he had supposed to be a fluttering wing. His eyes scanned the flora around them. He couldn't see anything past the first line of trees.

His sight unuseful, he closed his eyes and listened in. Nothing; yet he felt there was something there, waiting, looking.

He focused on his third sense. He had already grown fairly used to the sweet smell of the blue flowers and the general metalic hint of the moon's ground; but that... It was the first time he smelled that; ash and fire.

"Ready your weapons. Slowly" he ordered, muscles tensing.

They barely had a second to blink before dozens of natives dropped to the ground around them.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Hunter was scared. It wasn't a new feeling for him, really; he was a brave man –which clone wasn't?–, but there had been countless of times when he'd been scared of losing his brothers. Of dying. This was a different type of fear, though. It was one laced with uncertainty and terror. Even in battle, when one of them were compromised, they had the others to back them up. They knew what to expect. How they were going to die, if it came to that. The worst thing about their new situation was that they knew nothing at all. Ignorance was the reason why his heart had sped up significantly and he couldn't stop analysing the people in front of him.

"This vaguely reminds me of a book I read about the traditions of some ancient species in the Before" Tech whispered, his mind working nonstop even when tied up to a tree like the rest of the Batch. "Some cultures used to sacrifice living beings in order to apease to their gods. They believed it granted them protection, better harvests, or simply soothed their anger".

Wrecker squirmed in place. He usually would have been able to break through his bindings in a blink; but the rope this people used was made of some sort of intertwined roots surprisingly resistant to his efforts to free himself. Plus, their captors had noticed the obvious difference in strength between himself and his brothers; and had duplicated the ropes around him.

"Surely no-one does that anymore, right?" He chuckled, nervously.

Tech hummed. His eyes focused on the humanoids in front of them. They had black stripes painted on their pale grey skin; the dark, matted colors a sharp contrast to the vibrants reds and oranges of their long hair. Their eyes were completely black as well, no difference between iris, pupil or sclera; giving their appearance an almost demonic look.

"Actually, it is still a practice used in some planets of the galaxy" he answered. "Considering we are delving into the Unkown Regions and following my suspition that these creatures don't seem to hold much knowledge of technology and heavily relay in what nature offers them, I wouldn't discard the option".

Omega's eyes searched for Hunter's in fear; the man only throwing her a silent look that gave her no comfort at all.

Studying them, Hunter understood how they had stayed hidden from his senses now. These humanoids –because they did have a similar shape, even if their body proportions weren't exactly the same– danced through the sparkling silver ground; thin slender agile bodies almost looking as if they didn't really step in the floor before taking their next stride. They were fast and noiseless, too. He wondered if it was a trait from their species or if they had learnt to move like that because they weren't the only natives they had to worry about. Their sudden arrival opened a wide range of possibilities.

He prayed for Tech's comment to be just one more of his curious facts instead of reality. He didn't like the idea of his family being used as a sacrifice.

Suddenly, the natives around them whispered to each other –in a quiet hissing language that Hunter didn't recognise at all– and the crowd parted to show two aproaching figures calmly walking towards them.

The first one was a man. He looked old; much older than the rest of his people, at least. Hunter had no way of knowing about their real lifespan.

His skin was paler than the rest of the natives; drier, too. His orange hair travelled in small multiple braids towards his hips; lower body covered in thick black fur –he guessed that answered the question about them being the only intelligent creatures there– decorated with light blue accents. He wore small pouches on top of it; tied together with a thin rope.

The black marks of his face and chest were more intrinsecate than the rest; swirls and dots interlacing with plain stripes. His body seemed thinner –and therefore, more fragile– than the humanoids around him. The most noticeable aspect about him, however, was his eyes; shinning in electric orange, and staring straight at him.

Hunter shuddered.

The clone took in the way the rest of his people stepped aside and firmly, slowly nodded in his direction in a sign of respect. The same greeting was throwed at the person walking behind him; though Hunter couldn't clearly see him yet, his body covered by the native closer to them.

"Hun... Hunter?" Omega whispered, trembling in place.

All eyes were now focused on the humanoid with the orange eyes; who had stopped in front of the blonde girl. The old native opened one of his pouches; dipping his fingers in black before taking them to her face. Omega whimpered and trembled harder. Hunter's heart squeezed. His own body tensed and he had to put all his efforts to wait through the scene and remain calm. He would have given everything to hold her right now.

"Breathe, Omega" he told her, his deep voice capturing everyone's attention, making his skin crawl. "It's just paint. Close your eyes".

The blonde did exactly as he told her; taking a deep shuddering breath in and removing her sense of sight from the scene. She tried to imagine being somewhere else –in the Marauder, watching the hyperspace lights through the window– while she felt the man's thumb and index fingers carefully crossing her face.

"I wouldn't worry about it right now" Tech whispered, as the creature moved to recreate the painting on Wrecker. "It seems they are marking us with the same designs as themselves. That can be either very good or... very bad."

Tech patiently waited while the old humanoid took his time on him. A small noise of protest escaped his throat when he took his goggles away; examining them curiously like a kid with a new toy before pressing the paint on his skin, and returning their place on his head. He relaxed and hummed, thoughtfully. He took that as a sign of the natives not having a directly ill intention with them. If not, why bother giving him his goggles back?

Hunter, tied up the furthest to the left, was the last one to be marked with the black stripes. His ears picked up a small muttering coming of the creature in front of him; a pray of sorts, perhaps? It didn't look like he was trying to comunicate with him, that's for sure...

Once the humanoid with the orange eyes stepped back, seeming satisfied with his job, Hunter's attention was finally drawn to the second figure. He felt inevitably enthraced with her appearance. She had the same pale grey smooth skin as the rest of her people; long thin arms and legs and a toned stomach without a belly-button to match. The only thing covering her was another piece of black fur half stitched with blue thrails. It hanged low on her hips; leaving her small but rounded breasts exposed. Apparently, these people didn't consider them sexual zones. Her marks weren't black, though; but as red as her hair, which started at a dark scarlet tone at the roots and blended into a fiery rich colour at the ends. Her eyes were neon red as well; shining brightly in the darkness of the night. He could see a hint of small pointy fangs resting on top of his lower lip. She looked dangerous; and yet, Hunter's cock inevitably turned half-hard at the sight. He convinced himself it was just the adrenaline.

He couldn't stop looking at her while she carefully analysed his sister and brothers. Her people seemed to hold her breath; as if the final veredict of the Batch's destiny relayed on her. She had to hold some sort of position amongst them; if only for the obvious physical difference between them. Her eyes and the old humanoid's were the only exceptions to the otherwise black ones. She... Felt different too, as well; in ways Hunter couldn't begin to explain.

Either way, if the life of his family was in her hands, he wasn't going to stand by and watch them end.

"We are not looking to cause trouble around here" he spoke up, firmly. Her neon red eyes inmediately snapped towards him. He breathed. "We are not a threat".

The humanoid woman approached him; in the same quiet elegant way he had seen his people move before. She stood in front of him; their bodies only separated by half a meter now.

She studied him. Their stares clashed; Hunter's still slightly dilated pupils fighting of the intensity of her burning red eyes. His posture, his muscles, were completely tense. It felt as if she was scanning his soul with just a glance. Hunter had to follow his own previous words when the humanoid slowly moved to carefully hold his jaw in her hand; closing his eyes and trying to breathe calmly through his trembling body. She felt... She felt...

Hunter felt her warm –almost burning– fingers tracing delicately –gently, curiously– the skin of the tattood side of his face. He sighed in relief. She probably only found it interesting; as he had marked his own skin with blank ink as well, similarly to how the natives painted theirs.

Her hand dropped, and Hunter could feel her take a step back, away from him. He had to pull his courage together to open his eyes again.

The woman slowly walked back to Omega. She hold her chin in her hand, this time; staring into her eyes as if she were deciding something about her. She seemed to find what she was lookinh for; and made a small gesture to the natives behind her.

The Batch watched helpessly as they untied a trembling, terrified Omega and started to drag her away. Anger and hate rushed through Hunter's veins. He made a harsh tug against his bindings.

"Get away from her!" He hissed, fighting against his ropes with all he had, trying futibly to break through. "Omega!"

"H-Hunter!" She called his name back, half-screaming, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The mysterious native woman followed her, glancing back at him. She seemed to have noticed the bond between them, the father-and -daughter-like connection; intrigued by it.

"Please" he whispered to her.

Her red eyes locked with his once again. Energy pulsed between them. She felt... She felt more than human, more than humanoid, more than... Real. She felt almost like its own, unexplicable, burning light; a powerful, mysterious energy like the Force itself, or something close enough. She was different from her people, as well. Unique. Hunter hoped she wasn't the godess the natives where trying to apease.

The woman wordlessly turned around.

The Batch's worried eyes couldn't do anything else but watch them take Omega away.

END OF PART 1

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PART 2 LINK HERE:

BOOM! THERE WE HAVE THE FIRST PART OF HUNTER'S SPIN GUYS!

REMEMBER I'M DOING A WHOLE SERIES OF MAGICAL CREATURES/TBB CHARACTERS. YOU ALREADY HAVE WRECKER'S TWO-SHOT STORY POSTED, AND THIS IS THE NEXT ONE I'M CURRENTLY WRITING.

AFTER I FINISH THIS, WHICH I THINK IT'S GONNA BE A FIVE CHAPTER STORY –WHOOPS, ONCE AGAIN I FAIL TO WRITE A SINGLE ONESHOT– I'LL MOVE ONTO TECH/SIRENOFC! & ECHO/FAIRYOFC! AND CROSSHAIR/VAMPIREOFC! STORIES.

THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE A MIX OF MYSTERY AND ROMANCE. I'M STILL DECIDING IF I'LL ADD A SMUTT PART OR NOT. WE'LL SEE.

IF YOU'VE LIKED IT, LET ME KNOW! IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY AND I GET MORE MOTIVATED TO KEEP WRITING. ALSO, IF YOU WANT ME TO TAG YOU ON THIS STORIES' NEW CHAPTERS, LET ME KNOW AS WELL!

AS ALWAYS, REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED.

SEE YOU ON THE NEXT ONE!

Xx,

SKY.

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Can you do a saint seiya (classical) Poseidon X female atsushi reader like atsushi the reader can turn into a tiger a beast form and a half Tiger form please

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The first time that you transformed into a tiger in front of Poseidon, it scared the shit out of him. He thought his wife got eaten by a large cat. When he found out that you were able to transform into a tiger and half tiger he was impressed but slightly terrified still. A smile grew on his face the more you transformed in front of him. Soon, he grew comfortable enough to sit around your tiger beast form. 

When Poseidon was out and about he had come back home to you, in your tiger beast form laying on the couch asleep. He couldn’t help but want to feel your fur as you slept. He placed everything down that he had gotten, and gently ran his fingers through your orange and black fur. A pur left your throat as you slowly opened your eyes. You looked up at your husband before stretching out your muscles and jumping to the ground. You lay on the ground and closed your eyes once again.

Poseidon however, simply curled up against you and closed his eyes. He hadn’t slept all that great the past couple of nights because you hadn’t been at his side, so now, he was able to have you at his side whether you were a tiger or not. He felt your head shift before your forehead was pressed against his. Your tail wrapped around his ankle and stayed there. Your paw draped over his arm and side to keep him there. 

He sighed softly and burrowed himself closer to you. The purring that could be heard from your chest lulled him into a deep sleep. When he woke, he noticed that you were no longer near him. He quickly got up from the floor and looked around before hearing something clank in the kitchen. “Y/n?” He called out, his voice was still groggy from sleep. “In the kitchen love!” You called out. He walked into the kitchen while rubbing his eye. Your tiger’s tail swished from side to side as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Your ears flick every now and then. Poseidon felt a ticklish sensation around his leg and found your tail wrapped around his leg. A dopey smile appeared on his lips. 

“I love you Y/n.” He whispered. 

“I love you too.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his lips.

You and Poseidon lived a wonderful life. You both were married and lived peacefully. When you began pregnant, Poseidon was so happy that he sent news to Athena and her saints about it. Poseidon couldn’t have been happier if he tried. He curled up close to your stomach and pressed feather-light kisses to your bare skin making you giggle. Poseidon couldn’t help but close his eyes and see the family he would soon start with you.