#mr human x reader

[dark-raven-666]

Can u write fluff for mr.human:3 i saw the one u wrote for mr.masque and i thought "hey! side chars content😍" like wowwww ok anyway i love the way u wrote for masque🥰 was hoping mr.human could get some love too:33

Reader isn't adami btw, other than that ill eat up pretty much anything

Mr. Human x reader (fluff)

A/N : sorry this took forever I am struggling with my mental health currently and things have been coming out slower. Enjoy either way :))

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Had she never stepped into that room. Had you never picked up the bodyless creature and walked you would have never met him.

He was hesitant, not shy, but scared.

Yet now, he laid in her arms his blond hair scattered across the pillow.

How had it all started?

"DUCK DOWN!" Was what you had yelled tackling the blonde man to the ground, at first he thought you were attacking him, but when he saw the machete impaled into the wall above him he realized she had saved him.

Sitting down by one of the tables he had spoken to her, asked about her, and wondered why she had saved him, in return all he got was a gentle smile.

He was even more confused.

With how dangerous this world is you let him walk with you, numerous times you would save the man and he would thank you.

One particular time he still remembered. It was the very first time, the machete incident. How could he forget it? Back then he barely knew you, yet he had you so close. Your chest on his, your face in his neck and your legs intertwined with his, he would do anything to have you that close again.

He had fallen in love with the strong and brave woman. His saviour.

Well back to present time, you pet his hair as his face lays in your chest. He looked so adorable, so comfortable... So safe...

You wanted to protect him. You had to protect him.

Stirring awake the man's eyes met yours, with a smile he greeted you "good morning"..

Had his voice always been this beautiful? Yes it was deep due to sleep but how handsome did he look. You return his wish and caress his cheek.

" Good morning to you too my dear. " you say in a hushed voice not wishing to disturb this morning with your loud voice.

Now it was time to start your day until you felt a hand grasp you.

"Stay.. " was whispered lazily by the man with hair of gold.

"I must go... We need to find the exit to our world. " you say back to him. It did annoy you but it was better to be found before that vicious machate carrying man returns.

Pulling you in he whispers. "I already found my world... She's in my arms..."

What a cheesy man, you thought and wrapped your arms around him, perhaps another five minutes wouldn't hurt.

[hima-matta04]

asking for ANYTHING w mr.human (please)🥹

You’re different… I like it… Mother will give you what you desire 💅

Mr. Human x gn reader

warnings~ mr human almost dies, mr stitch gets hurt, head, hair pulling.

When he first saw you, he was terrified to say the least. Let’s face it, you were beginning to look like the other monsters, and he had just arrived! The fear on his face caught your eye… He was a total cutie!

You couldn’t get a good look at him before he ran away, but you knew you had to keep him safe. Thats why you followed him quietly. Sure enough, he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble with Mr. Stitch.

“You. Bad. Me. Eat. You.” Mr. Stitch was slowly inching closer and closer to your human, repeateing those threatening words. “Eat. You.”

Mr. Humans eyes grow wide when you rushed to hit Mr. Stitch with your crowbar. He fell to the floor, not dead, but he was very weak. “Not. Eat!” You cried. “Human. Good.” He looked up at you from the ground, confused. “Human. Cute!”

Mr. Human couldn’t understand a single word that you said. He couldn’t understand anything that was going on. However he trusted you a little more now as you took his hand and led him to a safer room.

When you uncovered the hood from your head, his jaw dropped in awe. He was no longer scared of you, in fact, he was now attracted to you. Nervousness grew in his chest as you perched yourself on a table in front of him.

The idea of teaching him the language sounded like a good idea at first, but he was obviously a slow learner. ‘Is this how mr hood felt teaching me?’ You thought as he struggled with just a simple greeting.

After maybe an hour of tutoring, he almost fully knew the basics. He was still highly stressed from the events that had taken place since he arrived. That much was apparent as his eyes darted around the room.

he flinched as you placed a hand on his shoulder, slowly standing up in front of him. His breath hitched as he attempted to speak your language. “Me. Scared.”

a shiver ran down his spine as you gently placed your hand on his cheek. He tried to relax himself into your touch. “Calm. Now. You. Safe.” Your voice was oddly soothing to him. Yet, he still trembled at your touch. The smile that stretched across your lips made his heart skip a beat. “Me. Help. You. Calm”

He grew rather frantic as your hands began to wonder his tense body. “Woah. Wait what are you doing?” He spoke. You knew what he was asking, but for some reason you could no longer respond in the same language.

“You. Much. Tense. Me. Help. Calm.” A dark blush ran across his cheeks as he realized what you referred to. “You. Desire?” He swallowed a lump in his throat before nodding his head.

He chuckled as you placed his hands on your torso, but grew nervous again when you pecked him on the lips softly. The tension grew as you kissed down his neck, lightly sucking and biting for a reaction. He let out a few quiet breaths, bracing himself as you sunk to your knees in front of him.

The air in the room was thick as you work his pants loose, letting them fall to his ankles as you studied his buldge growing in his boxers. His hands tightly gripped his jacket as you placed your hands on his hips looking up at him with a pleased smile.

Once your warm, wet tongue teased his cock through his underwear, he moaned quietly. His breath quickened as you kissed his hips before pulling down his boxers to reveal his pretty cock. Your eyes wandered over him, admiring every inch.

He reached to place his hand on your head as you licked a long stripe from the base of the underside of his cock, to his leaking tip. He let out a loud groan as your warm mouth engulfed his tip.

As you bobbed your head up and down, he tried harder and harder to stay quiet as his body finally relaxed for you. His hips swayed to meet your throat. His cocked made you gag, which triggered tears to well in your eyes.

His hands both held your head gently as you got messier and messier. Spit acted as a lubricant as your mouth slid back and forth. Fingers lightly tugged at your hair as he grew closer to climax.

His soft, relaxed moans signaled he was starting to calm down. His hips stuttered as he shot hot ropes into your mouth with a grunt. His body twitched as you pulled off of him with a string of cum and spit attatching your tongue to his tip.

His heart throbbed as you looked up at him, eyes full of tears and tongue dripping with his seed. He chuckled nervously as you greedily swallowed him. He crouched to your level, now face to face as he cleaned you with his sleeve.

“Thank. You. Much.” He said sincerely as he went to rest on a nearby couch. Never would he have expected you to follow his lead and rest your head on his lap. He gently stroked your hair, smiling as you giggled in success.

(sorry if this is bad im trying to write as much as humanly possible before I leave!!)

[ozzgin]

content: gn reader, NSFW

Now I keep thinking about it. Monster Dating Show host with a hoe Reader. It's a win for everyone involved. The other monsters have their chance with a human, you get ravaged by monsters, and Mr. Host is drowning in views, ratings, and fame.

He's not the jealous type, you see. At the end of the day, you return to him. You belong to him. He knows it, you know it. You've chosen him because no one else compares.

Sometimes he'll sit back and watch with a grin on his face. There's something particularly amusing about the desperate thrusts of the beasts, their longing gaze, their drooling snouts. Once they're done fucking you, you come crawling back to him.

"Not what you expected?" he'll say smugly, sliding his fingers between your legs. "Such a greedy human you are. Well, I don't blame you. Can't do without a grand finale, eh?"

Rinse and repeat. The little muppets fight to have a taste of your body, competing for a pathetic evening at your feet. The grand prize, however, was always his.

[Monster Dating Show Series]

[generalkenobee]

I wonder if there are any Vulcans that have a "human kink"

Like humans are basically the complete opposite so its looked down upon to be with a human but I wonder if certain Vulcans are turned on by it...

Imagine your Vulcan boyfriend having to go home to tell his parents that he's dating a human and plans to marry you. His parents are completely shocked and can't believe that they have raised their son to be with a human.

Or maybe there are certain Vulcans that just find the smaller demeanor of human women attractive, the average Vulcan height is 6'6 so possibly they like the vulnerability of humans

Vulcan x human is literally my favorite trope idc

[myrunawaysweets]

Haven't played the game yet, but if mr crawling met mr human, do you think he'd get jealous of him? Cause mr human is able to understand us way better than (what mr crawling assumes) he ever will, after all, we're both alive and breathing.

I love mr crawling, so imagine how angry and just outright disgusted(?) He is with mr human, always going out of his way to either cause an accident for mr human, or easing him into the wrong path intentionally, further and further away from mc.

I just can't get enough of this game and mr crawling 🥰

[supercap2319]

Reed fumbles with a device, looking befuddled, while Johnny tries to help, playing it cool. "Ah, come on, Reed, it's not that hard! You just need to..." Reed looks up, aghast, as Johnny accidentally causes the device to malfunctions. It sparks as Y/N walked into Reed's lab.

With a heavy sigh, Reed, running a hand through his hair as he picks up, and examines the damaged device. "Great, just great." Johnny looks sheepish, shrugging apologetically. "I was just trying to help, okay?" Reed shoots him a disapproving glare. "Help? You call that helping?"

"It was an accident, Reed. Don't be so uptight." Johnny said.

"Uptight? You think I'm being uptight?" Reed asked. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to calibrate this thing?"

"What was it supposed to do?" Y/N asked, making his presence known in the laboratory. Reed sighs, setting the device down. "It was supposed to be a new prototype for the force field generator. But now..."He gestures to the broken device. "Now, it's just a pile of useless parts." Johnny plops down on the nearby couch, looking unimpressed.

"Johnny? Don't you have something you wanna say?" Y/N asked.

Johnny grins mischievously, leaning forward. "Oh, I've got plenty to say." He looks at Reed, then back at Y/N. "You know Reed's gonna be sulking for weeks now, right?"

"Well, why wouldn't he be? He worked hard on that device. How would you feel if you were working on your 2004 Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren C199, and I just went in and messed up the motor or something?"

The blonde laughs, standing up from the couch. "Oh, please. Like you even know how to work on a car, Y/N." He walks over to the broken device, picking it up and examining it. "Besides, it's not like Reed can't just build another one."

"That's not the point, Johnny. The point is that you need to apologize. And screw you. I do know about cars. Y/N said.

Reed watches the exchange with a mix of amusement and frustration, arms crossed. Johnny drops the device on the table, turning to face Y/N with mock seriousness. "Oh, yeah? Prove it." He grins playfully. "If you can fix a car down in the garage, I'll apologize to Reed. Hell, I'll even help him work on it."

"Fine. I will. Show me to the car. And the wrench. And that thing you use to take off the bolts on the tire of the car." Y/N said. Johnny chuckles, leading Y/N towards the garage with a smug grin. "Right this way, gearhead. Try not to get grease on your hands—unless you're into that sort of thing." Reed follows reluctantly, shaking his head.

[miguel-owhora]

yk what i find attractive? the minotaur. yep, that half man/half bull guy from greek mythology 🙏

just thinking about grabbing his horns and using them as handlebars whenever you fuck his mouth, hearing him gargle around your thick length or even when you're balls deep into his hole, your cum leaking out of his pretty puffy hole! feeling both amused and in awe that such a great and infamous beast is pliant underneath you, his heavy cock uselessly hanging between his legs. :333

[rustycopper4use]

Here’s my court ordered character simp list

@piffany666 @lunaritychuwolf

Judge my type (i think there’s a pattern)

I will elaborate on one of them the rest I will not your choice

[karasshit]

𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 (part 1)

In Chapter 5 when you encounter Mr. Human if you play the game in English he will speak in Japanese, however if you play it in Japanese or Chinese it will change to English.

[crazyskirtlady]

Mr. Dance Naga

Naga x fem!reader

Warnings: gods mentioned, fear, forced/coerced, hypnotized, choking, biting, blood, venom, size difference, double v penetration,

Content: going to the God Serpent Temple late at night to pray, you run into a horny Naga.

The temple is empty and dark...

...except for the main altar where dozens of different sized candles flicker, shadows writhe in every corner. You pause when a particularly large shadow blocks the whole altar from your view. As you stare you realize that it isn't just a shadow it is a naga!

He is dancing, his lithe body swirling amidst the smoke of the incense. His movements are graceful and sensual, his black and green scales flashing golden in the candle light and his black hair sliding across his face. You can see his red eyes glowing like twin embers smoldering in the darkness.

You gasp in awe, and he hears you. Stopping his mesmerizing dance he turns and stares at you his red eyes blazing, boring through you. He lifts his eyebrow and a smirk tugs at his lips

"Greetings worshipper." The naga slithers toward you and bows his upper body. "I am Duangkamol, the temple gaurdian." His voice is gentle and sibilant and your first reaction of fear starts to subside.

"Greetings my Lord." You bow deeply to show your respect to the naga in the temple of the God Serpent, it is not everyday you are graced with the rare site of a naga in the temple!

"What brings you to the temple so late in the night my dear?" Duangkamol brought his upper body down so he is eye level with you. You can't help but notice his graceful facial features accentuated by the delicate black scales rising up his arms, shoulders and neck mingling into his jet black hairline.

You are nearly hypnotized speechless by his gaze which seems to grasp you physically but you manage to tear your eyes away and look down.

"Uh... well I was needing to... to pray for...for a more flexible mindset you know." you mumble, feeling a blush in your cheeks, but you're not sure why.

Taking a slow breath in, a soft hiss escaping his lips "Ah! so you came to the temple to worship The Infinite One, that he may grant you the ability to adapt to... different circumstances..." The naga drew up a bit in height his smile widening and his eyes narrowing.

"Allow me to give you His blessing." Duangkamol lowered his voice to almost a purr.

You swallow hard and try to smile back, sure he was handsome, like, extremely handsome! But you were nervous, the naga was much larger than you, his tail alone was twice your height in length, lean and sinewy full of taut muscle. Naga were fierce and strong a bit mysterious and always unpredictable demigods. You couldn't disrespect him, especially in the temple! But your heart was still racing and fear was creeping back into your chest.

"I...I can always come back to the temple another time...I didn't mean to interrupt your dance my Lord." You bow your head and attempt to turn around and walk away. Quickly he coils his lower body and tail around to encircle you and you can feel your heart leap. And from his growing grin you know he can hear your pulse, and see the heat of your body intensifing with his infrared vision.

Duangkamol leans in closer, flicking his forked tongue near your cheek, catching your scent.

Ancient instincts are screaming in your head, you are prey! Run away! But his eyes are locked on yours again and their hypnotic power has a full grip on you now. Your body is locked and frozen as his coils shrink the space around you.

"Now my dear." Duangkamol reaches out and caresses your cheek. His black scales are smooth and cold against your skin and a soft moan escapes your throat. He clearly hears it, his smile grows more sinister his fangs prominent now, large and sharp, reflecting the flickering candlelight. You can't tear your gaze away from them, your breath is heaving in your chest, your heart fluttering. His face is so close you can see every detail of his beautiful scales, you feel like you might faint when his lips brush against your forehead, his forked tongue flickering again and again to taste you deeply.

"Let me...blessss... you..."

Your eyes droop closed. You feel like you are falling forward, but that is when you realize you are completely wrapped in his coils; Your whole body supported and encircled tightly. He isn't squeezing you, yet, but your breath is erratic and frantic.

"Don't fear me." Duangkamol whispers against your skin, his lips are soft, a stark contrast against his scaled hand now sliding down your neck. His fingers apply firm pressure on your jaw and throat forcing you to look up at him. His grip is so strong on your neck you whimper, but Duangkamol chuckles softly and open his mouth wide, his fangs glistening. You feel his thumb pressing into your lips prying your mouth open, and you grunt trying to pull away, but his grip on you is too tight, you can't budge. Both of his hands are on your face now, thumbs pushing into the wetness of your mouth and you can't even struggle against his overwhelming strength.

"Mmm..." Duangkamol purrs as he watches your tongue loll out, saliva dripping onto the scales of his hands. "Warm-bloods have the sweetest rasa." He lets out a small groan feeling and seeing the heat emanating out of your mouth like a blazing fire. His eyes are like 2 sparkling rubies glittering madly as he brings his mouth to yours and flicks his tongue into the hot wetness. The naga groans again and his coils contract around you. Black dots swim in your vision for a second.

Duangkamol notices your faltering consciousness and eases his coiled grip on your body, just a bit. He keeps his hands on your face, sliding his thumb up and down your tongue, making you drool. He keeps his eyes locked on yours and his intense unwavering gaze is starting to make you feel warmth rising into your loins. The naga can also feel the shift in your body, and he grins wickedly.

"You are starting to understand now my sweet...yes?" His sultry voice tickles your ear, and you can't nod or talk so you let out a pathetic open-mouthed grunt. The sound delights the naga and his coils twitch and slither around your body.

"Oh yes! You will accept my blessing now won't you?" Duangkamol tilts his head in an almost coy manner, he moves his thumb out of your mouth, but keeps his hands on your face, he glances away and frees you briefly from his hypnotic gaze.

You are breathless with conflicting emotions of fear and was that arousal? Still firmly grasped by the embrace of the nagas massive body coils, you should be pleading to be let go...but... Duangkamol was so incredibly handsome and...how often did you ever get an offer to be blessed by a demigod?

"Please...bless me, my lord!" The words were stuttering out before you could truly process what you were saying.

The naga was all to eager to respond. He reacted as instantly as was befitting a serpent, snapping forward he drove his fangs into your neck. The needle sharp penetration burning like ice and you scream out in pain! Just as quick as the pain had come it was fading, you could feel his venom pumping into your body with the same sensation of pins filling a cramped limb. You grunt and gasp and try to struggle but Duangkamol grips your neck in his large hand, holding you still as he fills you with his load. When he rocks back, gazing at you with affection, you can see your blood on his lips.

You are already feeling the affects of his venom, sweat beads on your brow and the warmth in your groin intensifies to an uncomfortable degree. Your vision wobbles and you cry out "Please my lord!" in a panic. Duangkamol is immediately holding you in his arms, his coils shifting position around you as he cradles you, caressing you face.

"Shh my dear. Do not be afraid! My venom will not harm you." He kisses your forehead and you begin to feel tingling all throughout your body. "No it will not harm you at all...in fact it will make you feel so much better! Oh, you will see!" He slips one hand along your shoulder under your clothes pushing the fabric away.

Everywhere he touches your skin now scintillates, and when the smooth hard scales of his hand brush against your breast you yelp. Duangkamol covers your mouth with his, kissing you deeply, his forked tongue curling around yours. His hand cups your breast and his fingers play with your nipple. The feeling is so intense you swoon and very nearly faint. But Duangkamol is not letting you go, giving your nipple a sharp pinch while simultaneously nipping your lip with his fang he brings your mind back to the moment.

You can feel his muffled chuckle against your lips as his hand slides further down removing the last of your clothing. He still has a firm grasp on your neck with his other hand, his body coils supporting you, keeping you pressed against him tightly and oh! The feeling of your naked skin enwrapped in his scaled embrace is overwhelming! You are panting around his lips, as his tongue swirls around your mouth, his hand has found the warm, wet folds between your legs. Plunging his fingers into your labia he massages and probs, seeking your clit. His kissing gets sloppy, licking up and down your neck and sucking on your lips drinking every drop of saliva he can. He has you so overstimulated you can't be sure if you are even breathing anymore, you feel like you are floating, your skin on fire.

When Duangkamol slips his finger deep into your hot, wet hole your entire body becomes a desperate shaking mess.

"Ah! More my lord! Please give me more!" Your voice sounding so needy, it doesn't even seem to be yours anymore. You want to buck your hips against his hand, to drive his finger in deeper, to gain friction against his hand on your swollen aching clit. But your body is so heavy and slow from the effects of the naga venom that you can only whimper desperately. Duangkamol knows what you want, he fills your hole with 3 fingers, pumping in and out, the palm of his hand roughly grinding against your clit. Grasping your hair he pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes while the first waves of pure pleasure engulf you. Your body shudders, your eyes roll back, your breath leaves you completely and you finally do lose consciousness...

You are jolted back into awareness by cold scales slithering sharply across your skin, your arms and legs squeezed tightly in looped coils. When your eyes focus you see Duangkamol smiling at you, his hands are gliding all over your body, gently fingering at your nipples then caressing your stomach, getting a firm grip on your butt...

You look down and see Duangkamol has positioned himself between your legs and at the crux of his body where his scales gradually became skin you can see his most intimate flesh. Pink and wet, glistening in the still flickering candlelight, 2 thick, barbed appendages throb eagerly.

"Uh!" An involuntary grunt of shock and worry escapes your lips. You realize then you are immobile, but whether it is from the venom or from the nagas iron-like grip on you it is unsure. Duangkamol delights in the sounds sputtering from you, smiling and nuzzling your face he kisses you deeply again, smothering your protests. His forked tongue dives deep into your mouth, your numbed muscles allowing him easy entry as he tongue fucks your throat. His fingers rolling, tugging and pushing on your nipples and soon your clit is on fire again, aching for friction, but you cannot beg for attention now. Duangkamol is in total control of your body, he senses your peaking desire and with his tongue still deeply embedded in you, he reaches down and grabs your thighs, pulling your wet, aching hole right onto his twin, barbed phalluses. For a brief moment you linger on the top of this plateau, shocked and totally aware of how large his double appendages are as he slowly and carefully maneuvers himself inside you. So slowly you can feel the jarring, stretching sensation of your body accommodating his entry. Duangkamol keeps pushing into you, filling your body in a way it has never been filled before. Your breathing is frantic but Duangkamol keeps his mouth locked on yours, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly it seems his scales would cut your skin! He finally stops only when your body presses firmly against his, your vulva and clit flush against his crotch. Oh! And you can feel every scale along this inner curve of his body, so rough and cold against your hot, swollen clit. Now he manipulates your legs to cross tightly around his waist, tail coiling to keep you tied in this perfect position. Your head is swimming again, the feel of his body so deeply embedded inside your own, filling you beyond what you had ever thought possible is overwhelming. You might have fainted except Duangkamol releases your mouth from his, forked tongue sliding out of your throat, trailing saliva along your lips.

"Do you understand now my dearest?" His voice rumbles in your ear, and you whimper desperately unable to form thoughts at all. "Oh yes, yes you do understand don't you?" The naga embraces you tightly, arms encircling you tenderly he plants soft kisses along your cheeks and down your neck, the slight movement jostles his twin members inside you and you gasp loudly feeling the barbs flare to keep him in place. "Oh yes you like that feeling don't you my sweet?" Before you can even comprehend his words you feel his fangs on your flesh again, Piercing your skin much more slowly you feel his fangs penetrate you, there is no pain this time but still you moan loudly as you feel the naga pump another load of venom into you, fangs throbbing almost in sync with his throbbing hemipenes. This time the venom burns into you, liquid fire, you are sweating and trembling, your clit so needy! You want to move against Duangkamol to feel him! His firey red eyes watch you twitch in desire, his smile pure elation. And when he finally moves against your body it is like an explosion of sensation.

You scream, your voice echoing against the pillars of the temple, making the candles dance wildly. Duangkamol is slamming into you, grinding his body against your burning clit, frotting his twin shafts inside you, his massive body of coils twisting and slithering around you as he holds you so tight. So tight you begin to gasp for air, but Duangkamol is gone deep into ecstasy and he doesn't stop thrusting and squeezing...

The naga throws back his head and groans loud like a roar, as his hot load bursts inside your womb, like his vemon it burns and tingles, sending you into the throes of orgasm. And your contracting muscles make the naga shoot another load, and another, caught in a feedback loop of exhilaration! Duangkamol is like a ravenous animal, rutting mindlessly, ceaselessly, as you orgasm again and again your voice hoarse and raspy from crying out.

In that spiraling peak you feel as though you may go mad, lose yourself forever, and that is when your mind expands...and for what seems like an eternity you perceive total consciousness...a complete dissolution of all physical boundaries...and you see as a God would...

Then you are collapsing into your own flesh again, your body a heap of twitching, exhausted meat sprawled amongst a mound of scaled coils. Smoke from the altar incense gathering on your sticky, sweat soaked skin, light is coming from outside the temple now, day is dawning.

"You have received my blessing well." Duangkamol whispers beside you.

[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day Four

Return of Mr. Widemouth

Mr. Widemouth x Cis!Male Reader

CW: horror themes, blood, knives, manipulation, noncon, oral, minor mutilation, etc

You had lived in that house, seeing Mr. Widemouth, but unlike so many other kids, you and your family moved away. You were fine. When you returned years later, the house had burned down, and you had thought that that vile creature had gone down with it.

You were wrong.

After your visit to your old home, you started hearing him laugh again. Hearing the skittering sounds of him running in your apartment. You tried to tell yourself that you were being paranoid, but deep down, you knew you weren’t.

One night, you heard movement from under your bed. You had taken to keeping a baseball bat beside your bed, so you grabbed it, trying not to shake. Maybe it was a rat. Or just a regular burglar. You never thought you’d find yourself hoping someone broke in.

“It’s been a long time,” that sickening voice said as he popped his head out from under your bed.

You growled, swinging the bat, but you missed. Of course you missed. He was too fast. He scurried back under the bed, then out the other end. You threw your blanket off, trying to get out of bed so you could hit him with the bat. As always, he was faster though. He kept the scurrying up and ran out of the room. You knew where he was headed. To the kitchen. Your heart jumped into your throat.

Cautiously, with your bat raised, you made your way to the kitchen. To your surprise, you didn’t see him anywhere. You searched the entire house, but he seemed to be gone. Naturally, you didn’t trust it. However, you did slump onto the couch, lack of sleep and draining adrenaline making you even more exhausted.

Just as you were dozing off, your grip on the bat loosening, you felt the cool metal of a blade against your throat. “You’re rude, Y/N. I just missed you and wanted to play,” Mr. Widemouth huffed, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Why are you here?” you growled, though made no move to grab your bat. While he had never directly hurt you before, something felt different now.

“You came back. You’re the first one who left to come back, you know. It means you missed me,” he said, his tongue flicking out to lick your ear.

You grunted, moving your head away from him. “What are you doing, you little furry freak?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do since I saw how well you grew up,” the creature grinned before withdrawing the knife from around your throat.

You felt like you could breathe for a second, and took the chance to reach for your bat. However, just as your fingers curled around it, you felt the tip of the knife being pushed into your thigh. Mr. Widemouth was standing between your legs, yes, knifepoint against your leg.

“Ah ah. That’s not part of this game,” he cooed.

You glared at him, but let go of the bat. What the fuck could this little freak be thinking? Part of you had always hoped he was a figment of your imagination, but here he was now. Standing in your living room. Threatening you.

“Take off your pants,” he instructed.

“Fuck that,” you retorted, glaring the knife in his hand.

“That’s not a very nice way to speak to an old friend,” he scowled, pushing the knife ever so slightly into the soft flesh of your leg.

You winced, but didn’t move. He continued. Finally, as blood began to stain your pajama shorts, you snapped. “Fine!”

Mr. Widemouth withdrew the knife, allowing you to stand up long enough to drop your pants. You were furious, and weirded out. What did the little monster have in mind? He stared at you, running the blade along your leg as he stepped closer to your groin.

You went to protest, but the way he slid the blade along your cock, the only thing separating them being your thin boxers, your protests died in your throat. Through the slit of your boxers, he pulled out your cock. The adrenaline rush earlier had made you hard, but as that faded, so did the hardness. It was still a kind of half hard, when only made you more furious that he was touching you.

“What are you fucking playing at?” you demanded, pushing his small hand off of you.

“Playing,” he responded, digging the knife into your hip.

You bit your tongue as he pulled the knife out again. The steady drips of your blood hitting your wooden floors seemed to make him smile even more impossibly wide. Without much more warning, he sank his mouth down on your half-hard cock. You jerked back, but winced when his sharp teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

“Get the fuck off me,” you growled, though you were afraid to move too much.

He didn’t respond, instead just bobbing his head up and down on you. Despite hating him, and what he was doing, your body reacted to the stimulation. You began to get harder in his mouth. When he realized this, he chuckled against your cock, sending the vibrations of that along your length.

You tried to ignore your body’s reactions and how warm his mouth was. It was too messed up. Too insane. However, your body wasn’t ignoring it. As he started bobbing his head up and down on you faster, taking you down his throat, your cock started throbbing. Precum was coating his tongue, much to his delight. He swallowed and lapped it up eagerly, like he was cum drunk.

You winced again as the knife grazed your stomach, but he didn’t seem to care. It didn’t even seem intentional. It was like he just wanted to force you to cum for him, and anything else was collateral damage, but that thought left your mind when he carved “MW” into your soft skin.

With the hand not holding the knife, he started fondling your balls, making your hips jerk, sending you down his throat again. He groaned in response, making your face flush. What a disgusting pervert the little freak monster was.

When you came in his mouth, he rested his mouth flush against your hips, forcing you to unload down his throat. When you were done, he pulled back, licking all over your cock and swallowing it down. Your eyes felt heavy as he finally let go of you, even moving the knife. You could still hear the rhythmic dripping of your blood on the floor.

He scurried away without a word, and you thought that he was done with you, so you decided to let yourself drift off for just a second before tending to your wounds.

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[mechazushi]

Fortitude Privilege {Staring Yu/Na and Base Inspector} (A short story)

After everything had settled down, they let Kafka do what-the-fuck-ever. That also includes snuggling on his boyfriend at anytime during work hours.

Vice Captain Hoshina was the first to leave the training room when Iharu passed by with a new recruit. He was showing her around the expansive base when he was presented with an opportunity to have a down to earth meet-and-greet with the base's second in command.

"Hey! Vice Cap! Good timing. Yunna, this is our Vice Captain Hoshina. Vice-Cap, this is Yunna. She's a transfer from Division Seven." Iharu took the lead on the introductions while the two of them were exchanging salutes. They all began trading questions with each other, busy distracting themselves with platitudes to not notice another person turning a corner and coming up behind Hoshina. A tall, burly, and clearly tired individual shambled up behind the vice captain and slumped over his shoulder unceremoniously, almost knocking him over.

"Oof, Kafka! Is everything okay?" Hoshina said calmly at the intruder. The man he called Kafka just wrapped his arms lopsidedly around Hoshina's left shoulder as he dug his face into the crook of his neck on the right.

" 'M fine. Drained" He mumbled incoherently, sacrificing vowels in his state of exhaustion. He nuzzled his nose affectionately in the curve of Hoshina's neck and took a noticeable whiff. "New cologne's nice."

Yunna, the new recruit, became visibly flushed as she continued to stare on. Iharu was already completely desensitized to this and just continued his conversation with the Vice Captain. Noticing the state of shock on the newcomer, Iharu took a second to explain what was happening.

"This is Kafka Hibino. He's the Captain's and Vice Captain's boyfriend. Everyone has learned to just let him get away with this bullshit." Iharu smiled cheekily at Yunna after he had finished.

"What am I supposed to do when he's like this? Tell him 'No'?" Hoshina said as he crossed his arms. He felt the rumbling of deep throated laughter coming from the man on his shoulder.

"Conveniently leaving out the fact that I'm also a kaiju." Kafka said as he lifted his head a little just to speak clearly. Yunna made a small squeak of surprise as the revelation made all the pieces click into place.

Down the hallway behind Iharu, everyone could hear another person aggressively shouting as they came down their direction.

"Aw, shit." Hoshina whispered under his breath.

"Who's that?" Iharu questioned as he turned around to look.

"Base Inspector. Probably looking for me to bitch about something inane." Hoshina continued. Iharu took that as a sign to whisk the new person off to a different location, sensing a need to disappear before he got themselves caught in possible corporate crossfire. Hoshina prepped his best Resting Bitch Face as the lanky inspector approached viciously.

"Afternoon, Inspector." Hoshina said in a deadpan manner. He took a longer look at the man coming toward him and noticed he recognized none of the man's features.

'Hmm. I wonder if he's new?' Hoshina thought. His hopes were raised a little, thinking that this possibly new base inspector wouldn't have the same stick up his ass like the last two did.

"Vice Captain Hoshina. Just the person I was looking for." The inspector called out. He opened his mouth to begin what was most certainly about to be a mindless rant concerning some slighted offence over some breach in paperwork or protocol, but quickly shut it when he noticed Kafka making no move to acknowledge his presence.

"Well, I was going to bring up your continued disregard to execute less leniency toward how officers structure their reports, but now it seems I should take over instilling basic officer conduct as well." The Base Inspector straightened his square framed glasses and leveled the most demeaning glare at the tired, hairy, lump that had made its place on Hoshina's shoulder.

"Oh, lay off. He said he's tired." Hoshina countered. He was beginning to wonder if a mightier-than-thou attitude was a requirement to being an inspector.

"Lethargy is no excuse for blatant indifference to higher authority." The stringy looking man sniffed haughtily. A threatening, rolling, and loud inhuman growl emanated from Kafka, still not looking up from his place at Hoshina's side. Hoshina chuckled as he ruffled his hair while he talked to him.

"Mind being a dear and head up to Mina's office for a bit? The only adult in the room needs to discipline this child, apparently." Hoshina spoke in hushed tones, sounding incredibly loving into Kafka's ear. Only a more disappointed growling whimper was heard in response.

"You could beg for more cuddles if she's in there." Hoshina sang quietly as he nosed Kafka's hair. The slacked-spined man lifted his head to stare disapprovingly at the unwanted interloper before planting a smooch to his Vice Captain's cheek and walked away, radiating an irritated aura all the way down the hall. The two that were left followed his path and waited for him to turn around a corner before continuing the discussion.

"You do know that having a relationship between a higher authority figure and an officer is prohibited, correct?" The inspector said as he turned back to face Hoshina.

"You know that man has a fortitude rating, correct?" Hoshina snarked.

"Don't you mean an aptitude rating?" The inspector returned wearily.

"No, fortitude." Hoshina reiterated firmly as he stepped closer into the inspector's personal space, " Ya'know, because he's a kaiju and all." The inspector tried not to express it, but he seemed taken aback. first from the clear hostility, then from realizing what Hoshina meant.

The inspector's lips flapped open and closed for a moment before letting slip a small, simple "oh."

"Were you not made aware that we had such a person within our ranks?" Hoshina asked poignantly.

"I was made very aware of such personnel." The inspector said as he adjusted his glasses again, "What I wasn't made aware of was how much leniency he seems to be permitted to have because of such an obscenely paltry standing." The inspector spoke with baseless higher authority, attempting to recover from finding himself on the back step. Hoshina could feel his lips being stretched thin over his teeth as he felt the need to use them to rip the throat out of this obstinate and unwarranted trespasser.

"Then you should have also been made aware of how that man had not only saved the lives of millions, but also saved the planet six times over consecutively." While being shorter than the inspector, Hoshina did a fine job of making it seem like he was towering over the other man.

" As... notable... as those achievements are, it shouldn't take away the fact that a relationship between an officer and a Vice Captain is unconducive to to the workplace since it could be used to unjustly gather sway in one's ranking." The base inspector held his position in the conversation, but was forced to slink down in height as he cowered under Hoshina's invasive presence.

"Ohh, trust me. The higher ups have made it very clear that he's already achieved the highest ranking they'll allow him, and that's being an exploitable weapon." Wrath tinged the edges of his words as he managed to climb higher over the base inspector.

"There is nothing in this world that he hasn't earned by not working his ass off for. So excuse me for thinking that the least he's owed is the right to express some fuckin' PDA." Hoshina could feel the tips of his lips curl into an unfriendly smile with an uncanny amount of teeth showing.

"If you really want to drag rank over this and piss off a man who's capable of leveling all of Western Japan for no decent reason, be my guest. If you have nothing drastically important to talk about, like something that's impeding the health and wellness of my officers, then I bid you farewell and hope your day is as wonderful as you are." Hoshina reclined back onto his heels and crisply marched away from the inspector, who still wasn't recovered from the invasion of personal space and was stuck being slant backwards, even as Hoshina moved out of eyesight.

Minutes later, Hoshina had found himself in Mina's office. Hoping to join in on Kafka's sudden bout of needed physical closure, he slipped past the threshold and quietly dumped his gym bag next to the door. Taking up most of the center of the room in front of the desk, was Mina, sandwiched between Bakko and Kafka. Reclined against the tiger formed monster, Mina looked silently overjoyed to have an asleep Kafka nestled between her legs as he rested his head on her stomach. Laying tilted on his side, the left portion of his face was buried in Mina's clothes while his arms had dug a hold around her midsection, framing his head. A low vibration hung in the air, getting louder as Hoshina snuck over.

"Need me to pry him off?" Hoshina lovingly muttered into Mina's forehead as he planted a small smooch as well.

"Later. Now, I need you to grab my phone!" Mina tried to contain her excitement as quietly as she could while gently brushing her free hand through Kafka's hair, the other being trapped under his heavy shoulder.

"Yes, he looks adorable, doesn't he?" Hoshina playfully rolled his eyes as he made moves to stand up.

"Well, yes, but you can't tell me you can't hear this?" Mina's smile was wide as she looked up at Hoshina. He took a second to listen as he processed the low rumble in the room.

"Is... is that not Bakko purring?" Hoshina questioned.

"No, he's awake!" Mina harshly whispered in joy as she jabbed her finger behind her, "This is all him!" She pointed her finger again at Kafka, emphasizing her revelation.

Hoshina made a quiet, deep throated cackle as he comically tiptoed around her desk to grab the phone and pull up the camera. He managed to settle onto the floor and shimmy his way under Mina's free arm as he held the camera close to Kafka's face. They got at least a good minute of audio, starring his purrs before Hoshina decided to end it there, not wanting to push their luck.

"It's a shame he can't purr all the time. Instead of the sleep talking, I mean." Mina commented as Hoshina made himself more comfortable in their embrace on the floor.

"We wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning if he did." Hoshina muttered sleepily as he finally stopped shifting when he found a good spot to settle into. Mina brushed his hair for a second while she returned the forehead kiss from earlier before relaxing into the warm and heavy pile she had unintentionally made for herself.

@iceclew

I hate to ask this from ya, but... Have you seen this yet? If you didn't have an opinion one way or another, that's fine. Just wanted to ask.

[ozzgin]

OK so, maybe the dating monster game is futile bc I fell for the Gorgon host... he has big boobies and that is all I ask in a person. Pls he looks like he needs to be in my bed, we doing sum work here, relaxing? NO. But-

I'll have to warn you that Mr. Host is a little...off. You can't be sure if he genuinely cares about you or the TV show ratings. He loves being the center of attention and would do anything for a good spectacle. He lives to entertain. You can never tell what goes on behind that manic smile.

"You can't be serious," you manage to blurt out, eyeing the beastly creatures behind the stands. "Are you insinuating they should take turns in using me?"

A single droplet of cold sweat runs down the Gorgon's temple.

"Of course not, I wouldn't..."

This could be the show of his lifetime. The sales! The numbers! He'd remain in history books for providing monsters with such an exotic feast.

"...hurry to reject it, (Y/N). Let's think about it."

A wide grin spreads across his face. Oh, what would he do without you?

[Monster Dating Show]

[iliumheightnights]

Being a magical prankster and altering Reed's perception so he thinks Johnny is his spouse instead of Sue

I mean...yeah you can.

But why do that? Why not make it so Reed and Johnny both think YOU are their husband? You get the rubber band man AND the match stick man! It's the best of both worlds!

(Also Reed and Johnny actually ARE a canon couple in one of the universes. But it's not a happy one.)

[inkribs]

homicipher m.list!

i. ardor, mr. crawling.

[supercap2319]

Y/N came back to the ground as Mr. Fantastic and the Human Torch joined him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You did exceptionally well, Y/N." Reed Ricards smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Ricards."

"No need for formalities, kid. Call him 'Reed.' I certainly do. Or Mr. Killjoy." Johnny grins.

Reed opened his mouth to say something, but his cellphone rang, and he answered it. "Sorry, but that was Susan. Something's come up. Johnny, would you watch Y/N? Give him whatever he needs." Then he was walking towards the door.

"Oh, don't worry, Reed. I'll give him exactly what he needs." Johnny said with a filthy smirk.