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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The world swims past as you move, you're late, you're late, you're late.

Weaving as best you can between crowds and ignoring the hissing that comes from someone that had stood still at a green pedestrian light, you're running late and you don't want to be. By the time you reach your destination your lungs hurt, you regret not just biting the financial bullet and getting a ride here, and your fingers feel stiff as you pull open the sliding panel keeping you from the appointment you'd been waiting for.

Skidding to a stop, as you slam your ID down on the desk, panting as you give the receptionist a strained smile, relaxing visibly as she tells you they are running behind today and too make yourself comfortable in the waiting area for when they call your name. Finding somewhere to settle comfortably you relax into the endless drone of fluorescent lights, office chatter, and phone calls, only startling out of your thoughts when a small round eared hybrid child clambered into your lap.

Then another, and another, before long there are four small, round eared possum hybrid children looking up at you with big curious eyes, their tails are all skinny little things that look almost tangled together.

It's awkward how the children clamber to look up at you from their position on your lap, you're not sure your chair is made to carry this many people or hybrids at once so looking around you spot what you hope is the kids dad. The bedraggled looking possum hybrid perks up the moment you call out to him, looking genuinely mortified as he clocks his children now all over your lap, standing and coming over to retrieve his little ones, apologising as he picks each child up and slips one over each shoulder and arm carries the other two, looking much closer to his animal heritage covered in his young like this.

He apologises again for his kids climbing interruption, gingerly asking if he can sit next to you till either of you get called through, when you nod and gesture to the chair next to you he smiles, his own longer tail curling over his lap as he settles in properly. At first you thought maybe it was simply to keep the children from climbing you again, but a few moments later another small possum hybrid child came zooming over, moving fast with their crutches and chattering excitedly about how cool their new wheelchair will be before they lock onto the chair your sitting in and squeaking with excitement.

Their dad tries his best to keep her calm but the small child is full of babbling questions for you, what kind of chair is that? How long have you had it? Does it come in purple? And even a quick one to their dad about if they can have one like yours when they're older, all child-like wonder and excitement at finding someone else in a similar predicament as themselves, or as they are about to be.

It's sweet how excited they seem, so you answer a few of their questions before they get distracted by something else and rushes off to go and inspect it.

Looking at their dad you smile, offering to answer any questions he might have about the transition he's about to oversee. The two of you end up chatting until his kids name is called and he has to wrangle the gaggle of them towards the room the doctor was waiting near, awkwardly he writes his number down for you, tucking it into your hands as he flushes before asking if you could keep in touch as he really would like the help, this is a lot all on his own.

You wave at the gaggle of small hybrid children as they stay clinging to their dad as he walks towards the exam room, giggling as they all crane their heads to watch you even as the door begins to close behind them.

Looking down at the number scrawled on one of the practice cards, you can't help but think the dad was a bit cute...

-👹

I have had a good day at work, it's 5:17am rn and I'm gonna treat myself to some home made gnocchi pasta with mushroom and chorizo while playing slay the spire 2.

Helping a friend with their small stall at the local market was more work than you'd expected.

Sure, they did the whole vendor paperwork and the hard part of renting the space for their stall, but you are the one currently wearing an outfit that feels both slutty yet fully covered as the fabric clings in places that are actually very flattering for you. The only reason you feel this way is every possible person that had come by their stall had been staring right at you, some curious, others unashamed in how they were checking you out, but nonetheless they were staring.

As the morning became midday, and the market began to wrap up you were staring down the last of your friends stock, a stack of honey biscuits and jam drops that while they had sold well, still had far too many for you to simply say you'd take them home after. So, you gathered them up and decided to see if any of the other stalls would trade for their left over items for some sweet treats, ambling across to a farm stall and offering some of them to a group of cow hybrids that all coo and moo happily at you when offered to trade, the women giving you some of their soft cheese in exchange for the mix of cookies they snag, unaware of how one of the hybrid women leans forward to watch your ass as you walk away.

The next place you visit is a honey stall, the bee hybrids there all moving around excitedly, packing up unsold honey and slabs of honey comb into boxes, they jump slightly when you announce yourself. Smiling you ask nicely if they'd be willing to trade some honey or honeycomb for the last of the sweets, barely holding back laughter as the three bee hybrids come swarming over to you, taking the last of the cookies and handing over a box of honeycomb pieces, a small tub of honey, and a card for their hive.

These hybrids are more obvious than the cow hybrids, still crowded around you as they munch on the biscuits, antenna bobbing and twitching as they lean closer and bump the fuzzy tips against your face, sharing some kind of silent conversation with each other before they ask which stall you came from, following your hand as you point to the half packed up space your friend was still in. The cow hybrids from earlier are talking with them, likely ordering more cookies or sweet treats after you'd traded with them.

With your head turned you miss the small exchange of looks the bees share before asking to come over when they're done packing up to order some more honey biscuits, nodding happily you tell them you'll get your friend to wait before heading back to the stall area.

As you get back and help with the last of the pack up, you tell them about the bee hybrids and their trade of honey and honeycomb, offering it to them for their next market day goodies. Only to be confused as they tell you to take it, flicking their wrist as they seem to be watching something you can't see from where you're pushing stuff into their car. Not too far from you is the trio of bee hybrids fluffing their collars and making sure that they all look as soft and inviting as possible before coming over to the stall, buzzing with excitement and eagerness.

Helping a friend with their small stall at the local market was fun in the end, especially as they were adamant you had to come to the next market with them, winking and nudging you about making sure to keep your suitors entertained and engaged.

Whatever that meant...

SNOWLY!

Also I'm guessing you mean the centaur ask? If so...

I'd like to imagine harnesses are likely made of different material depending on the centaur partner involved, some like heavy leather pieces that jingle and can be decorated in studs and spikes, others have silk rope work that keeps you both in place and bound in pretty colours that compliment their coat, obviously the more rope work styled ones aren't for long time use and are more for a a short stint or just at home activities.

Centaur partners obviously aren't small when it comes to what matters, so I'd like to think that they have to spend a good while in the early days of the partnership before getting their human partner into a harness situation, just size training and cooing at the progress that their human makes as they work them through human dildos into monster ones that mimic size, length, or girth in matching ways to their own.

Anon, I think you and I may have very different ideas for this...

Cause you say belly riding and my mind goes to having your centaur partner wear a special harness for you to settle under them in, bound and gagged to keep the noise to a minimum as they go about their day with you practically fucked out, dumb and drooling through the gag as they have you seated on their cock being bounced and fucked by the motions of their strides.

Getting slipped free of said harness at the end of the day and left shaking like a baby deer, legs too weak to hold yourself steady.

The middle of the day wasn't the best time to get your bones jumped by an almost egg laden Naga...

But you suppose it's now or never!

Me, dredging up one of my OG series in the mid-year of 2026 cause I remembered I kinda need to do something with it?

It's more likely than you think!

Monster neighbourhood: masterlist

Hybrid reader : YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU SLEPT AROUND?! GRANDMA!!!!

Grandma : i was living my youth, why judge me... I really dont regret those experiences~ your grandpa is no different ~

Hybrid reader : TOO MUCH DETAIL GRANDMA-

It's just the reader with their fresh hybrid traits and their older family members all doing the look to the left/right and whistle as if they don't know what's going on or why it's showing up like this.

I hate summer. I'm so hot and tired

-👹

Damn...

And speaking of getting wet I keep daydreaming about a big dilf anaconda naga who spends most of his days sunbathing on the rivers shore, unbothered by the humans visiting his river to cool down during the summer. Just a big ol’ snake who’s more than happy to help cool you off more with his scales by letting you sit on him while taking a break from swimming, especially when you’re hot and wet in a different way 😏

So fun fact, they close the pools when it rains for like three reasons but the main two are lifeguard visibility and water contamination from the rain!

Also this is a banger of an ask and I'm sorry it took so long to get to it 😩.

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Everyone knew that the river was for all, and everyone knew that it was safe so long as the local Naga was around to watch over the water, it was his territory after all.

What everyone doesn't know is that on the days that the crowds don't flock to the river banks, the days that aren't as hot as the others, you can wade right up to the Naga on his sunning rock and join him, clambering up slowly till you're on the wide rocky platform that weather and rough water had rubbed smooth over the years. Sitting with your legs dangling off the edge as you lean back against his thick tail, chattering with him about what's happening in town or around the others that live in the area, getting soft grunts and noises of interest in response to the endless yammering you give.

As the sun rises more and more so does the heat, moving you off the rock and back into the water, swimming for a little while before even the river feels warm against your skin. Looking up at the large blue scales of the Naga you gain an idea, climbing back up to his perch, you wait until he looks your way and ask if you can leech the cool from his scales.

It's interesting how he perks up at the idea, shifting himself to be more accommodating for you to fit against him, watching with curious eyes as you settle against the thickest part of his tail. Your hips strain slightly from the girth of his tail, straddling him and pressing your hands against his chest as the cool feeling of him seeps into your skin, it's surprisingly pleasing for him as well how you press your too warm body against his, much better than just laying against the barely heated stone.

Hybrid reader : *after heavily researching the family tree* *insert its always sunny in philadelphia bulletin board meme* MOTHER FUCKERS THEY ALL FUCKED AROUND WITH MONSTERS A LITTLE TOO MUCH!!!

Freaking out after their horns grow in and ranting as they find out their grandparents on both sides were partial hybrids or half bloods from direct descendants of human and dragon relationships.

You really should wait before taking random pills from your Naga freinds bathroom draws.

After all, the only thing you needed was painkillers, and the little foil tab was labelled with a brand name you could swear was one you'd taken before, so when the dull pain in your mouth dies down you don't think twice about what you took. So, whenever you were over at theirs and you needed something for a headache or the like you took the same little, white round pills that you had that first time.

However, after about a week since you'd been over at your friends house you'd had some interesting developments.

At first you'd thought it was just your imagination, but after a few too many bitten cheeks and the slight lisp you'd developed you'd been driven to have a closer look at your teeth, finding your canines just slightly longer and sharper than before, not to mention the rest of your teeth taking a more predatory shape as well. Panic wasn't the first thing you felt but it was definitely on the list as you scurried around the house looking for your phone desperate to look up what might be wrong with you, and not long after that particular development a throbbing pain began just behind your temple, one that had you squinting against the light and groaning at the smallest of sounds.

So it's only right that you tuck yourself under a hoodie and slot some sunglasses on before storming back over to your friends house, banging on their door and bringing your new developments to their attention.

After a very curious inspection by your friend, bless their patient nature, and a very well earned cry, you manage to figure out what is going on with you. Apparently, the pills you had taken when you came to see them each week weren't painkillers at all, but hybrid stabilisers that belonged to his roommate, who had mixed hybrid traits and needed them to keep his instincts between the mixed nature of his status in balance.

This however raised a new question, one that led the two of you down a search history that led to one interesting outcome.

Someone in your family line has gotten freaky with a dragon or two, or had enough mixing with humans that the traits became dormant in the later generations, meaning that your weekly painkiller had been slowly stabilising the dormant traits and bringing them forward in yourself.

Now you just have to wonder how far forward these once dormant traits will come...

So!

Coming home from work and just finding not one, but two dragon hybrids in your home, a lilac scaled male hybrid and a deep red scaled female, clamoring through your kitchen cupboards and draws pulling out any shiny items and leaving them on the table as you just watch them with confused horror. Calling the emergency line you get told they can't do anything about the dragon hybrids, something something mythical protection acts and calling your landlord goes nowhere as she doesn't care so long as rents paid for the month.

So now you have two dragon hybrids living with you that don't understand how humans work or how humans live.

They interrupt your showers by trying to get in with you, steal your socks, underwear and comfy hoodies, eat almost anything, and keep trying to make a hoard of your metal objects in the spare room. Reluctantly, you get used to having them living with you and you're almost fond of the two of them, or you were until one evening they begin talking about eggs and you.

The two of them really don't understand full humans work internally or they do and you don't understand their anatomy as well as you thought, admittedly your info is from late night internet research but still! The two of them are very vocal about all this as the female of the hybrid duo is adamant she will get you pregnant and the male is cutting he roff and whining, that no, you will get him pregnant.

You like to say you acquired your boyfriend, not met or were introduced too, no, you acquired him.

Or... Well, he got trapped in your home and you decided to keep him before knowing what or who he was. But nonetheless, you acquired him, fell in love with him, and have kept him ever since, even if most people freak when they see you with him out and about, it's not common after all to have a toddler sized moth in a baby sling across ones back while grocery shopping. He's just too darn cute wiggling his little forelegs, and twitching his antenna at babies in the carts around you, big black eyes sparkling under shitty Safeway fluorescent lights, perfectly puffed and fluffed up, showing off how soft and fluffy he is even as one of the said children starts to cry at the sight of him.

Oh well, not your problem, you just make your way to the registers and begin the process of getting your stuff bagged, paid for, and carried back to your car before getting your boyfriend onto his pillow on the passenger side.

You wouldn't say your relationship is easy, or normal, but it works, even if the entire town thinks you're delusional and dating a giant fluffy moth.

It's fine, you're not fussed by this, after all, the moment the sun dips low and the daylight fades to darkness your overly fluffy, teddy bear of a moth, becomes the soft and properly proportioned shifted moth creature your actual shacking up with. Sure, you love how soft and cute he is during the day but you're much happier with him in his full form at night, especially as he tends to return all the care and attention you gave his day form back twice over.

Now, if only you knew why he was getting so touchy as the days grew warmer, or why he had begun layering more and more blankets onto your bed in an almost nest like fashion...

Huh, thoughts for later, you have a moth monster to kiss silly first.