under the bed

Hi! I'm Izzy or Modx previously. I write about Monster/Fantasy/Hybrids.

I write for most POV's it just depends on the idea, I will obviously tag if it's a purely male or purely female POV but will do my best to post neutral POV as well so that there is a little something for everyone.

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He's been watching all night, that look on the others face.

Want, need, lust, a flash of shame.

It's been entertaining, but now he's just curious about how far this little crush will go.

For a work party, that he didn't want to attend, this is turning out to be quite enjoyable, seeing his coworker so obviously crush on his partner, and of course watching you dance around the compliments in a way any good partner should. So, when you look over at him and tilt your head, a silent question about what he thinks about the flood of bumbling complements your currently being given, all he does is smile and lift the glass in his hand.

A silent acknowledgement, and an open offer to see what you want to do.

Should you make even a single gesture of discomfort or disgust he would step in, but the look on your face as he leaves it too you gives him a rather entertaining idea. Looking towards the coworker hitting on you with a more curious intent.

He's a fox hybrid, younger than you and he but not by much, never heard him speak of a girlfriend, boyfriend, or partner around the office, and certainly from how hard he is trying to get your attention through, what seem to be, genuine compliments. The fix seems to be genuinely interested in trying to get with you, either for the night or to date, as if he can't see the pretty ring glinting on your finger, despite having complimented it moments ago.

This will be a interesting night, surely.

Stepping over to your side the little fox looks up at him and seems to put together the pieces, the colour draining from his face as he tries to backpedal on all the flirting he had done. Only you don't let him, reaching out with the same hand your wedding ring sits on and correcting his collar, smiling as you do, before purring to the poor young man that while you are taken he is just too cute to pass over, casting a quick glance up before continuing and inviting the fox to leave the work party with both of you.

As you gaze at the fox hybrid, he looks up at your husband, a bull hybrid, clearly expecting a huff or threat about hitting on his wife. Yet, he gets a hand slipped around his slimmer waist and a very blatant wink, that leaves the poor fox flustered and blushing heavily.

The three of you must look quite the sight, your husband holding both of you by the waist as you leave, smiling and already think of how he's going to get the poor fox on his cock and then into his wife to make good use of that knot, chuffing happily as you slip into the back of his car with the fox hybrid, fingers already undoing the young man's shirt and tracing circles into the small mess of chest hair he has.

Oh, yes, this was worth the suffering of a work party, if the sound of the fox hybrid panting and tipping into the kiss your giving him is anything to go by.

If I'm honest with you all, I didn't see myself getting this far, and I'm immensely happy that I did and that a bunch of you guys like my stuff enough to follow even if it was a spur of the moment thing.

This garden party had gotten out of hand.

Rather quickly, in fact.

In the beginning you had been sitting with another noble lady, chatting away and enjoying tea with sweet cakes on a cushioned lounge, much like the others in attendance were. Only, behind you stands your knight guard, still purring happily even as you ignore it in favour of the empty chatter you're engaged in, occasionally holding up a small cake or biscuit to be pulled into the writhing masses of tentacles that hide under its armour.

The young lady you're chatting with has a peculiar knight as well, her own being less slimy than yours but still as attached.

Her knight in particular is a vulture harpy, the man glares across the lounge the two of you share, black eyes locked onto the heavily armoured mass of writhing tentacles currently enjoying another cookie you had slipped under its armour. Apparently your knights brief flashes of tendrils are reminiscent of this kind of harpies secondary prey, the short grasping tendrils that take the sweet treats from your fingers light up the prey drive more and more with each glimpse.

That single, small, building need was what sent the garden party into a frenzy.

You'd barely placed your tea down when the other knight was sipping around the lounge and tackling your knight to the ground, happy purrs turning to loud squelching hisses, the other ladies in attendance scattered quickly as you and the other noble that belonged to said knights stood and called for them to stop.

The vulture knight was trying to dig his claws under your knights armour, wings flared and taloned feet scratching through dirt and grass as he pinned your sweet protector to the ground. Rather than simply calling for it you decide to shout, telling it to do what it needs to too get free, leading to both you and the other noble lady to gasp as through the seams of its armour thick tentacles push forth and slam the harpy to the ground. Never before have you seen it display such aggressive strength, the sight making your stomach flutter and warm, clearly you had yet to enjoy the full experience of your sweet knights attention.

Thankfully, other knights step in and separate the two of them soon after. Walking over to your precious knight, you stroke along the plume of its helm and wipe a small smudge of dirt from one of its pauldrons, smiling as you lean down and whisper that you are glad it's okay and that you would very much like to see such strength again in a more private setting.

Somewhere behind you, your parents are yelling about getting rid of that cursed knight again, as you stand and stare down at your sweet protector, happily enjoying the purrs and slipping sound of the tentacles inside it shifting around at your words.

Mmmm... Older polar bear hybrid gentleman, he is a jeweller by trade and mostly works with pearls, types of quartz, and certain raw precious stones.

His hair is black at the roots and white from there out, he's tall, broads shouldered even as he enters his mid fifties, thick arms, strong hands, and despite the bulk of him surprisingly dextrose for a bear hybrid. Spends his days in button ups with rolled up sleeves, a leather apron, slacks and a pair of work boots he keeps buying on repeat.

You meet him one day when a necklace you'd loved broke, the clasp snapped and you'd been desperate to find someone to fix it but no one would touch the broken piece for any price you'd be willing to pay. So, you stumble into his small workshop and jewelers store in the afternoon after work, holding the necklace out and asking if he could fix this for you and how much it would cost.

Finding yourself genuinely surprised as he tells you only twenty to fix the clasp, already putting the chain down and looking for a similar style one in his draws of pieces.

Once the clasp is replaced and you paid him, he asks if he can help by doing your necklace up for you. Gently laying it around your neck and securing the latch, making sure the chain sits nicely before stepping around and looking you and the necklace over, nodding as he tells you it looks lovely on you, making you fluster as he smiles down at you.

He's huge compared to you, and yet he had done such delicate work, watching as he wandered back behind his workbench you can't help but wonder how skilled his hands are otherwise. Unable to help yourself you find yourself asking if he was married, only to be surprised as he shakes his head, telling you with a soft laugh that he was too focused on his trade when he was younger to settle down.

Your response is unfiltered and unintentionally blurted out, but well worth it as the older hybrid flusters so sweetly afterwards.

"Well better late than never, and I think you'd look stunning at the end of the aisle waiting for me."

Only after you realise what you'd said can you even think to take it back, yet you find yourself hesitant as he responds softly telling you maybe dinner would be best before thinking about an aisle and suits.

You are actively being restrained.

Not because you in trouble with any major governing body, or law enforcement agency, no, you are being restrained by your girlfriend because some other woman at the pub you are in cannot stop commenting on the fact that your dating a slug hybrid.

For the last thirty minutes this random woman with a default, overly bleached bob has been, rather loudly, talking about your girlfriend and her status as a hybrid. You have heard comment about how disgusting slugs are, how hard it must be to keep your home clean, on how you must only be dating them out of some kind of sick kink or pity, and now you have simply had enough. At first your sweet girlfriend stopped you, telling you she didn't care and to let her be, but once the other woman came past your table and spilled a drink on your girlfriend, all bets were off.

The seven dollar drink you had is ruining her hair, she's screaming, the bartenders calling security, you've called her and obscene amount of names and pointed out several clear insecurities that she seems to be hiding, all while your girlfriend is holding you around the waist, stopping you from physically getting at the woman.

By the time security is at your booth, the bartenders have explained the situation and both of you are being removed, the blind bitch first, then your girlfriend and you leave once the security staff can confirm that she has left the premises completely. Standing outside you glare at the passing taxis while waiting for your own ride to come and grab you, holding your girlfriend's hand tight and still silently fuming about the audacity of that other woman. Looking up at your girlfriend you smile as best you can't, the anger still clear on your face even as she leans down and brushes the soft feelers on her face along your cheeks in a gentle kiss.

Relaxing into her more as your ride arrives you can feel some of the anger leaving you, sighing harshly before opening the door for her and asking with a cheeky smile if she'd be open to helping out this anger to a more productive use.

I am actually almost done with your fic!

Call me slow as fuck but I have managed to get it done in a way that I am happy to share, and feel like will be enjoyable.

But I wanna know what monsters, hybrids, drabbles or other long fics you would want to consider for this milestone.

I just remembered something. The first real part ended with a human looking one was leaving in order to start getting to work on the oceans. It kinda implied that it was the original but the original is also in parts after this? So....

Was it the original and the one we have with us is like a copy? Or is the one that left the copy and we still have the original? And what happens with the one that left?

What happens once the hivemind has taken over the entire fucking world? Like, we'll be aloud to travel probably but are things around the world gonna change to suit us or stay the same for variety?

And think any other humans will be aloud to just....STAY the way they are cause they'll either remind the one traveling of us or just like them too even if they are different from us?

I have so so many questions.

Okay, so another anon has a similar question to this one and I hope they see this!

So, for the human that left the town to head for a water source/the ocean so that they could have mermaids and aquatic monsters for you, that is simply a member of the town under the hive minds assimilation that will be heading to a seaside town to do much the same style of take over that the main hive mind body did, aka find a group gathering/bar event and slip in and begin taking people till they have enough assimilated people to take over the town uncontested.

The one that is left is much like a spore in a way, they are drifting off to infect other areas but they are still part of the main body, not a copy but not the true original body.

I hadn't thought as far as the whole world assimilated, so I can't answer that part too well, but I'd say the hive mind would do their best to repair what it can to reach a sustainable future for you, as it is looking to provide paradise for its chosen human love!

What's the reaction?

Is it gonna be like "omg I'm so sorry" and they'll coddle us until they feel like they've made up for it or is it gonna be like "NOOOOO!! MY BABY!!! MY ANGEL!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" holding us like we're about to die right there before they scramble to take care of us and do whatever to "repent for their sins"

It's been awhile since I spoke about my hive mind! So hell yeah I can ruminate on an answer for this.

I love that you mentioned barely or badly, cause it has two very different reactions.

So!

If it's a barely level of hurt, that extension of them will no longer be around you, not killed or anything like that. Simply they will phase that particular monster out and away from you so that whatever particular incident led to you being injured, hurt, or made uncomfortable is no longer around you.

Now when you get more intense in pain or injury then that's a different department, if say they discovered you're actually allergic to a certain type of monster due to nature or form reasons, that monster type is disappearing back into biomass reserves, I'm sorry but they aren't risking you having a reaction they can't aid with due to something they can remove from the paradise they are making for you.

The video playing in the living room is not a regular film or some TV show you'd thrown on to fill the air with noise.

Can we have another part please? The excited alien love is Baby and I don't even know a lot about them but still just so 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Just, the excite!! I love it!! Please more if you can. 🥰🙏🏻

Mmmm... I suppose I can!

I will have to sit and reread the two parts to get back into the mind space for this guy, shouldn't be too hard all things considered.

Pretty sure I actually have a draft for a short third part somewhere on my PC, will have a look once my work week is done, but I can definitely do more with this guy for sure!

I'm making those two recent posts private, I wanna rewrite them when I haven't been at work all night, and had a shift with clients so dumb that I want to hit them with the roster clipboard whenever they open their mouths.

There is a head in use and it is not the one on their shoulders.

Here:

The knight for your first round at this tourney was one of the peacock hybrids, and if you were being honest with him, you can't tell if he's ever actually participated in such an event before.

Twice he's flared his tail, and twice you have been confused, as he's not showing off the full length to the crowd, but to you...

'Is he trying to fight me? Or fuck me?' the thought comes, and goes quickly as you watch the peacock knight close his tail again.

The stance he uses is strange, and you have to hold back from calling him a teapot as he settles into position. You've really never seen some one pose like this before, you'd almost say it was a winged stance, but you can't be sure. Licking your lips to keep from saying anything, you flick your gaze to the angle guard that calls both your names, they are acting as the referee for this match, listening as they declare the rules and nature for disqualification, both you and the peacock knight agree before taking your stances again.

Looking at the knight across from you, there's a slight lean to his stance, not intentional, but almost like- Like he was hard?

This time you don't keep the thought to yourself, loudly asking if the other knight intended to fight or attempt to fuck you.

Somewhere above the arena claws dig into a wooden throne, the sound of your voice coming through clearly to senses honing in on you alone. The gall this other knight must have to be so shameless on displaying lustful want to another's chosen mate!

The uniform required for you and your coworkers, both alien and human, are very full coverage.

For the protection of your skin and health is the reason you're given, but you'd not really cared much since you got the first three sets given to you months ago. Some of your coworkers had much louder, and more disgruntled opinions about the uniforms, opting to change certain parts out despite the looming fine and reprimanded for doing as such. The higher ups didn't care much most days, but there is an inspection coming up soon so that lax attitude is likely to change quickly as the day grows closer.

The full coverage of your uniforms means however that certain differences between humans and aliens aren't seen, or at least not outside of diagrams.

One such difference is stretch marks, you have them and have grown used to the sight of them across your body. However the new alien you work with has apparently never seen this particular occurrence on a human before, so the first night you were sharing a habitation unit and changed out of your uniform they let out a strange trilling sound before scrambling over to you.

The trilling sound continues as they snatch up one of your arms and stare at you with wide grey eyes, the translation unit on them kicking in quickly as they pepper you with questions about your 'stripes' and whether all humans have them, the collection of tentacles that act as their hands poke and drag along the pinkish line of one of your slightly faded stretch marks. Clearing your throat you gently ask to be let go of, explaining as gently as you can that this is normal for humans and happens when their body's skin stretches or shrinks too fast, watching as the alien you're now working with bobs its entire upper body.

You're honestly not surprised that they don't know what stretch marks are, considering their race closely resembles earth's jellyfish in the way that they are made up of layers of water, something almost like mesoglea, and their own planet's natural protein cells.

The translator takes a hushed tone, mimicking whispers as the squishy alien asks if they can touch them or if that would be too personal. Apparently the idea of alternative texture on your skin has enraptured them, so you sigh and nod your head telling them they can touch but only so long as you get to explore your own curiosity about the texture of their own outer layers.

So, here you are, laying on the standard issue habitation unit carpet letting your alien coworker trail their receptor tendrils across the stretch marks along your stomach and hips, as you in turn play with the long flat tentacle like extensions from their head. Despite what you had expected they were soft, like peach fuzz, the texture not at all what you expect from such a jelly like alien, but even as your own curiosity is being satisfied, the touch of the alien grows bolder.

Apparently just touching wasn't enough now, and the tentacles touching your hips prod at the edge of your pants, almost demanding as they snap the band slightly. The lines of your stretch marks run down past your waist, and now your alien cohabitant wants to follow the full length and line of this new found human feature.

Looking up at their large grey eyes you give it a single moment of thought before sighing, and unclipping the buttons of your uniform pants.

May as well see how far the curiosity goes, now that you're this deep in it anyway...

Hey! Harpy boyfriend is perfectly content and healthy okay!