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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Hell yeah!

Looking up you see a very impatient looking woman, she's tapping her nails on your desk and glaring at the front door as the silent, young minotaur next to her stands with a stuffie held in his hands, and a heavy backpack on the floor.

Clearing your throat, you ask if you can help her, smiling in that way you trained yourself to do when a karen comes to the front desk of the library. Internally rolling your eyes as she almost dismisses you, pulling her phone out and sending a text message before looking over at you and barking for you to watch her kid till his dad gets there, giving said child a pat on the head and stomping out of your work. Confused, you look down at the young minotaur and ask if he wants to help you check in books, the young boy is more than happy to help as he drags his stuffie and bag behind the desk with you before climbing onto the stool you pull over for him.

It's about fifteen minutes later that an older minotaur walks into the library, looking every bit like a dad.

He's in shorts, a cheesy joke shirt, sandals made just for minotaurs, and sunglasses hanging from the collar of his shirt. The young boy next to you calls out to the man and waves excitedly, drawing the older monster over to the desk, looking both relieved and slightly concerned that the kids mother isn't here, once he's close enough you explain that the woman that was with the boy left earlier and he had been helping you since then, calling the kid a sweet boy as he drags his bag back around the desk to his dad's side.

The moment the boy is by his father's side he is babbling about how cool you are, practically vibrating with excitement as he tugs on his dad's hand, a complete difference to the silent way he stood with his mother, asking if you could be his new parent. Your face flushing as the kid pleads a case for his dad to get with you, after all you had done was give him some apple slices and a cup of milk from the staff fridge while the two of you checked in books.

The real flustering thing is how the older minotaur looks you up and down before telling his son maybe, slinging the boys bag over his shoulder and winking at you as he ushers his son out of the library. The young boy turns around and waves at you with his whole body, tail wagging with how exaggerated his movements are.

Cute.

Would it be possible for our otter hybrid to have a "job" as our emotional support otter (commonly known as a Cuddler)

God you'd get no work done, have you ever heard what an otter's cries sound like?

Like one too many times had he stood there while it rained and when spouse comes out they worried he'll catch a cold cuz who knows how long he been staying in the rain.

Or during hot days, boy will he get a heat stroke for staying only in the sun, in the same spot.

Too many times, like he walks to work with them and walks them home from work so he hears it every time they start or finish their days.

He's such a sap tho and will promise to stop doing it only to immediately do it the following day, with twice as wet eyes and pathetic little whimpering sounds as he watches you head into your building.

A. The company offers otter hybrid a job on the same floor as his spouse.

B. Spouse might need to do work from home.

Well...

If A: he's not doing his work at all this man is at his partners desk as much as possible, he misses them even from across the building floor, he needs to be with his partner right this second you don't understand!

People think he's in mourning, he stands in the same spot morning and night, arriving at 8am sharp and coming back at 5pm, the people who pass him by feel sorry for him.

No one wants to make the hybrid man upset, not when one time someone got close enough to begin speaking with him and catches the wet shine over his eyes, there's a river stone in his hand that he plays with when he stands in his spot, polished from how much he must fiddle and play with it. The passers-by think it must have been a gift from whoever he is missing, cafe workers nearby consider giving him a drink occasionally when it's particularly cold or rainy, but they back off when he whines like he's about to cry.

He's been offered tissues, hugs, more rocks, flowers for whomever he's missing, and even stronger drinks than tea or coffee from the cafes nearby. He doesn't accept these things, simply continuing to stare at the building and let his bottom lip wobble dramatically as he stands there.

Finally, one worker from the building he stands in front of asks him gently if he's okay, cautious as they stand next to the otter hybrid, not wanting to make him feel worse as they try to figure out why he's here everyday during the week. Only to be completely shocked as the hybrid man sniffles, wiping his eyes before speaking up in a shakey voice.

"My partner works here... I miss them so much, I know their day just started but I want them to come home already. I miss my partner..."

..... So... Each of the two cocks is wired to one side nerve wise? Or they feel pleasure at the same time regardless of which cock you play with?

Yes.

Well that's a given, but anon what if big naga had three dicks?

Okay, so!

With beach master selkie, he wouldn't care if you can or can't conceive as he has about 40 plus other mates that could give him pups, your part of his harem so he will fuck you silly anyway regardless of the outcome. A part of me likes to think he would enjoy having a partner/partners that aren't able to convince as constant bed mates so that he's not ramped up constantly while the selkies that are caring for their pups aren't available.

Like with the Selkie beach master, would he see the other as a threat and go to challenge them?

The beach master selkie would see it as a challenge, he is the alpha of these sands and your part of his harem now so he will be making it clear he leads this stretch of the beach.

Werewolves and vampires I feel would obviously respect it, if only cause they understand having a long term partner themselves.

Big Naga but they were born with a rather obvious difference, one snake half and a duo upper human half, two human bodies with two different personalities on one snake monster.

They're both wildly clingy and overly starved for affection due to the nature of their birth and their life till now, considered a freak by both Naga and humans until they meet you. Now they know what it feels like to be looked at with wonder and not scorn, admired not pushed aside, it's all too much, too good, and it's all centred on you of course.

They simply must make sure you know how much they adore you, bickering over how long the other had kissed you for, had held you for, being pouty adult man babies when you promise you love them both equally but can't make out with both of them at the same time.

You'd began to see it recently.

The shadow behind your own, the tall figure with the swaying tail and twitching ears, you can swear that it pouts when you turn your focus away from it, head drooping and tail curling out of sight. Mostly it follows you, tracks your movements and seems to be talking to itself as the shadows hands move about during the day, but always it is with you, if it's not next to you then you can spot the shadow cast against a nearby wall or floor, but always with you.

Hidden under your sheets, on your phone, touch on and screen bright as be to chase away the shadows you try to find out what it is. Only finding your way to dead ends and random internet myths that hardly matched what you had been seeing.

All while, above the covers curled around the foot of your bed he sits, giggling to himself as he watches you under the sheets like this.

It's cute how you're trying to learn about him like this, not that it will lead anywhere, his name as a deity had long been forgotten and this existence between existence isn't a common occurrence for beings such as him. So he'll let you look up all those silly ghost stories, myths, and tails of things that aren't quite him but are almost right enough to matter, he's getting closer to being visible even if only to you, that part is all that matters in the end, his beloved needs to be able to see more than just his shadow looming.

Moving up the bed he curls against your pillows and waits till you emerge from under the covers, coiling around you and making himself known with a faint feeling of pressure.

Hips unashamedly rocking against your hip as he settles into place, certainly not working himself up to seeing your pretty face covered with his spend again during the night, no, never, that could wait for a little bit. He wanted to see you shiver and twitch as he clung to you, to feel how your body shook at the feeling of his presence, you'd know him better soon, his pretty spouse to be.

The whimper that leaves you makes it hard to resist shifting his robes to the side and freeing his cock early, maybe you'd feel how he yearned and make another sweet noise...

Oh how he cannot wait for his power to return.

In short, yes, yes he would.

The longer answer is that he would and the others around him wouldn't really care too much, sure they will be curious how a normal human got roped into this and may chatter with you, perhaps some are even curious enough to ask if they can touch you while the beach master rests.

Some of the other selkie get a much needed break while the beach master mayes with you, so it would be likely that some of them may be randy enough to try and help speed your turn along just so they can have their own round of breeding, cooing and warbling at you as they help you cum, already planning who to tuck you up against to cuddle after with as they take their turn.