#shadow room monster

[basalting]

after jasons death bruce "accidentally" slips harvey a crowbar while hes in arkham and kisses his cheek and says, voice soft and colder than ice, "make him hurt for me honey"

it takes 6 guards to sedate and drag two face off the joker the next time two face sees him and for the rest of their lives as soon as harvey sees the joker he goes after him like a rabid dog.

[n7keidence]

i will befriend this little worm grandpa no matter what

[vicsmusehub]

Working Phiona design and MMMM OOOH. I FUCKING COOKED!!

[wreckrinho]

Normally I hate my room, however...it is my personality. Really.

Have you ever heard this phrase? That your room is a reflection of your brain and personality? well, my room is full of clutter, dirty clothes and...

the most comfortable place I know.

...I need to put more tawog and Monsters Inc stuff in my room :v

I have a lot of products, but they are all dirty or in boxes... ^_^

[mymelodyisme]

Hellooo farmer friends! I gotta ask! Assuming the in game 2 AM time limit doesn’t actually apply to your farmer:

What time would you normally catch them going to bed? How easily do they sleep? Are they scared of the dark and have a lamp or are they a pitch black type of person? Are they a many blankets and many pillows type of person? Do they sleep with stuffed animals? Are they afraid of having their feet out of the blanket? Can they sleep alone?

[anawkwardshit]

Falling through reality and into the space in between

[do-not-fearr]

Monster Under Your Bed - Noctis the Room/Shadow Monster

Pairing: Room/Shadow Monster x f!Reader

Wordcount: 1627 words

Tags: Somnophilia

Summary: You come back to your childhood home where an old friend is waiting for you to remember him. When you seem to remember him only in your dreams he can't stop himself from giving you what you want.

Some people were afraid of monsters, dark shadowy things hiding in the closet or under the bed. Always there to watch and hide, scaring kids and adults alike.

Not you however.

It wasn't that you didn't believe in them, no quite the opposite; you knew they were real, and you knew because you were friends with one. You'd found him when you were a child, at first screaming for your mom, but when your mom did not find anything despite your insistence she told you to try a different approach. Why didn't you try to befriend it? It would help you with your fear of the dark at the very least. And so you did, or at least you were trying to by giving it cookies you saved, reading your books out loud to it when you saw the tell tale sign of red glowing eyes in the darkness, talking to it before you went to sleep. The longer you kept it up, the less you felt fear at the thought of the dark being under your bed.

At first it ate the cookies but never spoke back, confused by the fact that you got less and less scared of it as time went by, but after a while it started to communicate back. Slight whispers before you'd fall asleep, folded notes with jagged scribbles on it, a dark clawed hand that would appear to tug the blanket over you when you were cold... and that's when you decided you two were friends. As you grew you learned that its name was Noctis, and it was bound to the shadows, bound to the house, and he'd picked your room because you were a child, and fear fuelled him. 

Now that you were friends he stopped trying to scare you, just basking in your presence and friendly encounters.  

And then you moved away, losing your shadowy friend to the house. Losing him to your memories.

Until you moved back into your old house as an adult, and Noctis was still there. He had not forgotten about you.

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The joy he felt when he felt your presence back in the house was almost overwhelming his senses. Had you remembered him? Is that why you came back? His shadows writhed under the bed, trying once again to leave the safety of the dark to come greet you, but he couldn't. He could only wait until you'd find your old room again, only hope that you'd still remember him. 

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Noctis was devastated. You did not remember him at all! He had expected you not to, after all you were a child, and memories of the unexplained had a tendency to fade quicker than other memories, but he realized he still had hope in his blackened heart you'd have remembered him still.

 The good thing was you were here now, and you once again slept in your old bedroom. He could introduce himself to you again, and maybe, just maybe the friendship would return. 

He listened to your soft breathing as you went to sleep after weeks of moving your stuff into your old house. 

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There was something that had drawn you back; some reason you'd purchased your childhood home. You couldn't remember what it was though, but the moment you set foot inside you felt the feeling of comfort and peace you missed so sorely in your adult life. With it came a strange other feeling; the feeling of being watched, though somehow it felt safe, which confused you. While moving your stuff, painting the walls and decorating the place you realized how dark the shadows of the house seemed to be; much darker than the bright, open apartment you'd lived in before. But once again it didn't feel bad, or malicious. You could only feel a strange sense of comfort from the darkness, and a tugging at your heart to go there. Bask in the safety of the shadows, go back to your old room for... yeah, for what exactly. It felt like there was something you were missing, something you'd forgotten, but it just didn't come back to you so easily. Shrugging you decided it'd come back if it was important, but for now you'd sleep in your old room again instead of the much larger master bedroom. 

It took a while before you had moved all the way over, and it was your first night in your new (or was it old?) house. You crept into your bed, enjoying the clean sheets and the comforting dark around you. As you drifted off, quicker than you were used to, you could have sworn you heard someone whisper your name and tug your blanket a little higher over your cool shoulders, but you attributed it to your sleepy brain.

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It was hard, not introducing himself to you yet, but he was patient. He knew you'd probably freak out if he were to instantly jump up from under the bed and talk to you about the good old times, so he had to restrain himself. He could do that, that was no problem-

A sigh escaped your lips and he froze.

It was a problem. You had grown up so much, and being with you every night was getting hard. He wanted, no, needed to talk to you, needed the friendship, and perhaps... more if you'd allow it.

The sighing turned into soft moans and Noctis withdrew further into the shadows. Oh dear, this was a problem.

Should he... Should he go to another room? 

He didn't want to though...

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You had such a good dream, again. Ever since you slept in your old room it was as if something changed in the air, something changed in your dreams, and you almost felt embarrassed about how much you dreamt about a dark, faceless entity doing all kinds of delicious things to you. You felt like you knew this being, a name was on your lips, but it never quite clicked. He was so dark and interesting, multiple arms holding you, long shadowy tongue lapping eagerly at your slit, going so deep you were sure he touched your womb.

A name escaped your mouth, but you had no idea what it was as you were brought further and further to your peak. You bucked up, needy for more, and slowly realized you were waking up. Slight panic and frustration filled you at the thought. You were almost there for fucks sake! 

But the more you awoke, the more you realized the pleasure you were feeling wasn't just a dream.

"Shit-" you hissed, half awake and hands reaching down to grab whoever was making you feel this way. 

Meanwhile Noctis froze dead in his tracks. When his name had fallen from your lips so sweetly earlier he had been unable to stop himself, pulling off your blanket and touching you all over with shadowy arms. A dark spot was visible on your panties, and he leaned forward, inhaling deeply and giving a long, experimental lick over the outside of the fabric. Instantly retreating when you let out a louder moan. But you did not yet wake up. This gave him the guts to continue. A little voice inside of him told him it was  wrong, but you had called out for him, and he wouldn't go too far, really he'd just... touch a little and help you to your orgasm.

But then you'd woken up, uncoordinated hands grabbing his form wildly, pushing him down further on your body.

"Who, what-" came panicked words from you, and the moment you finally opened your eyes you met the gaze of multiple red eyes blinking back at you. "...You're... Noctis?"

He tried to retreat, but you didn't let go, unsure yet what you were holding onto considering he was practically made out of shadows and glowing eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-" a voice that sounded like multiple people speaking came from it, and you gasped at the realization that you knew both who it was, and at what had happened earlier.

"I haven't seen you in ages, and this is how you reintroduce yourself to me?" you said, a cheeky grin on your face. You were still throbbing, having been so close to your orgasm earlier. "Well, I'm not complaining. Please, don't let me waking up stop you."

A wide grin appeared in the darkness, showing off rows of sharp teeth, and you shivered as he leaned back down. "Your wish is my command, my princess." And with that multiple long tongues came out to lick his chops. 

"Fuck~" you mewled, arching up towards him, as 2 pairs of arms both held you up towards his face, and caressed the skin of your stomach that was bare to him. The tongues instantly found your core, licking and rubbing over and under your panties as one of his clawed hands slowly pulled it off your legs. He instantly pushed inside of you, both fucking and licking you at the same time, as his form hunched over you, eyes blinking lazily up at you as his shadows grew so large they practically filled the room, making it even darker than it had been before.

"Noctis..." you moaned his name, arching up at him, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening further and further, until it snapped and you came with a high pitched yell. 

Noctis moved back, tongues retreating from you as he grinned, licking his lips as if to thank you for the meal. "I missed you." he purred for good measure as he folded his dark body around yours, basking you in the comfort of the safety the shadow now seemed to bring you.

"I missed you too," was your reply as you drifted off, ready for more sweet dreams in the arms of your old friend. Or, perhaps a little more than that from now on. 

[transmasc-tabris]

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[amygdalae]

In my dream last night we (a bunch of ppl i know irl) unearthed an evil undead dragon out of a sarcophagus but I realized its boss health bar kept regenerating as it hit 0

So I went into my inventory to find the special sword I knew i needed to kill it (videogame ui often features in my dreams but it never pauses shit so i had to find it fast) but I had so many fucking items in there i couldn't find it and kept scrolling past it by accident cuz I was also trying to keep an eye on the undead dragon.

[lady-gothique]

Now on Etsy!

Upon further consideration I've decided to move the doll shirts to my Etsy shop due to concerns from customers and social media rumors about Vinted scammers. That said, I will list some in the future to build trust on that marketplace. 💜

Visit my ETSY shop LadyGothique

[frostybearpaws]

hate it when the brain decides that a dark room is scary just because

[fantasylandbitch]

[kelpiemomma]

Thinking akari had Khan as her under bed monster from the time she was like,,,, 3 or 4 until she finally got pulled out of her home at roughly 7. Khan wasn't able to get to her in the care facility and so he lost track of her until a couple years after ingo adopted her. He always felt a little silly & stupid for getting attached to a kid he was supposed to scare the shit out of, but apparently it's not uncommon for under bed monsters to get attached to their charges so at least he's not alone!!!

Khans initial form was his large, lanky, four arm & two legged one, the one he tends to find most comfortable. He was supposed to be an under bed monster and frighten Akari, after all. But as he grew closer and more sympathetic to her, as he began to care, he appeared as something softer. Something more dog like, fluffier (he's not truly fluffy- under bed monsters are only slightly corporeal and touchable unless they focus on otherwise), something to bring her comfort. There's a vague psychic link there and it was odd when he learned and realized that she found his scary form comforting as well. He would appear as both, gradually realizing that his frightening form was a comfort because the malaise he radiated (greater in that form) also affected her parents and encouraged them to leave her alone

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

[khioneee]

simon is possessive and obsessive.

“you’re mine.”

the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoed through the room, each thrust harder and faster than the last. the force of him inside you was overwhelming, leaving you gasping for breath. a broken cry escaped your lips as your orgasm hit, tearing through you at the unforgiving pace he’d set. your body trembled beneath him, bouncing uncontrollably with each thrust as you clawed at the floor, desperate for anything to hold on to.

tears blurred your vision, but even through the haze, you could see him—ghost. his massive frame loomed behind you, the white skull mask glowing dimly in the low light. his blue eyes pierced through the shadows, flickering occasionally into a deep, predatory stare before shifting back, as if a monster lurked just beneath the surface.

a shaky, heated smile curled your lips as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror—wrecked, helpless, taken completely by the man behind you. every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, and the way he possessed you made it clear there was no escape.

simon leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice low and rough. “i’m going to make you watch me take you over and over again until you’re nothing but a numb, broken thing.”

then he slammed into you harder, pulling a ragged cry from deep within you. your nails scraped the floor in desperation, but there was no reprieve, only his unrelenting rhythm.

“i’m still angry,” he growled, his words vibrating through you as he thrust deeper, faster. “and i’m going to make sure you understand, love—no other man will ever satisfy you again.”

his pace quickened, every thrust a punishment, every motion a claim. you could feel it—his rage, his desire, and the dark promise that dripped from his voice. and in the mirror, it was all laid bare: the power he had over you, the way he unraveled you completely.

simon was taking you, body and soul, and there was no turning back.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Sometimes you often forgot just how big Jason was in terms of physicality.

He was like a towering monster whose shadow could encase you but it was warm, protective and secure, leaving you feeling like the most safest person in Gotham.

You often forgot how big his hands were until his callouses were pressed against the back of your hand, hiding yours completely from sight as he closed his hand fully enveloped yours whole, keeping them warm from the cold that he knew you had a love/hate relationship with.

You forgot how effortlessly you could burrow yourself into his broad back, big enough to hide yourself behind whenever you felt fear, or just needed to be close to Jason in order to feel something in general as you nuzzled your face between his shoulder blades and hearing his strong heart beat that grounded you from just about anything.

You could hide away behind him and no one would be none the wiser until Jason stepped to the side, which he never did as he always assumed his position as your wall rather seriously, too stubborn to move for anyone who wasn’t you.

Jason has the physique that is told in Greek mythology, his hands were strong, his thighs were sturdy and powerful as his back and chest were nothing to scoff at either. He was beautiful with all his scars and callouses, for he was the most beautiful man to you who never failed to read chapters from his book to help you sleep, all the while he cradled your form against his larger one.

You often forget about Jason’s physical stature because it didn’t matter to you how big he was, or how strong he was because at the end of the day he was your Jason, he was the man you loved so dearly as you kissed his scars tenderly and caressed his callouses with softness as though you’ll hurt him somehow if you pressed too hard.

He was a giant teddy bear with you and you could only see the sweet, literature dork of a man who holds you close to his chest as though you were his personal teddy bear. His stature and physique didn’t frighten you, it reassured you and comforted you in more ways than one.

You forgot about his physique when his personality shone brighter for you to pay more attention to, his big strong arms that held you from behind, pulling you to his chest were merely a bonus as you snuggled into his neck and pressed kisses to under his jaw and making him hum in content. He was your sweet jay bird who always put you first no matter what, his unwavering loyalty left no room for insecurity or doubt within your relationship as you had found the perfect man in Jason Todd.

A man with flaws and errors of the past etched into his skin, but to you he couldn’t be more perfect as he smiled and laughed with you while keeping you close to him, as though afraid you’ll disappear but you’re more then willing to cling on to him in return…even if your hands don’t meet when returning his embrace in due to how big he was in general.

Yet still he was your precious Jason who was perfectly imperfect in your eyes, his towering and intimidating stature was merely a bonus to the awkward but endearing man that laid beneath.