under the bed

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

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The orc catches his favorite client in the act with his apprentice to truly mess with him. The consequence? He's gonna show his apprentice just how she loves it, or he's gonna make him feel how good she's supposed to feel.

Oh! A call back to one of my first orc pieces!

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You'd gently coaxed the sweet elf into helping you with another of your antics, making him understand that he didn't have to help you like this and that he can back out if he didn't want to get involved, but even with his apprenticeship on the line he was willing to play along.

So, here the two of you are, sitting on the main anvil of the workshop with the elven man standing between your splayed legs as you rested your arms against his shoulders, realistically you were just chatting in a very compromising position but before long you had ventured into asking simple little questions about his own love life. Cooing when he admitted to not having a steady partner and lacking the real experience needed to enjoy his time with another, even flushing all the way to the tip of his ears as he admitted to using the money you'd once thrown his way on ale rather than a companion for the evening.

It's something of your nature to be curious as you ask just how far the elven man had gotten with anyone, watching that same peach coloured flush take hso cheeks as he admitted to nothing more than kissing. Hearing this makes you perk up in a way that is pure mischief, cupping the elf's cheeks as you ask if he wants to know how to kiss someone properly, giving him a chance to back out as you guide him down to kissing range.

You can hear the jingle and clink of the smithy door when the apprentice moans, you'd only been kissing him, guiding the man with lips and tongue when the main workshop door opened, pulling apart as you both turned to look at the orc of the hour. He looks just as good as he always does, sweat stained shirt, soot on his cheeks, and arms thick with corded muscle as he grips the workshop door hard. The sight of you clearly kissed, his apprentice flushed and with kiss swollen lips, makes him grunt, the sound is deep and you can feel the way the young elven man shivers at it, but you keep him where he'd been standing even as his boss sweeps through the workshop and takes up the space behind you, thick fingers digging into your waist as he flicks his gaze up to his apprentice.

"You really know how to push my buttons... Both of you do. Not sure how much I love it over hating it..."

The drag of his tusks along your neck is enough warning to keep you from mouthing off in return, simply tightening your grip around the young elf's neck as he whimpers softly, you can feel the slowly growing hardness from the elven man against one of your thighs as the orc man behind you speaks to him directly, asking if the little elf wants to know how good you can look and sound when he works on you, talking about you like you were simply another piece of metal or scrap of leather in the workshop and not a person currently pinned between the two of them. It's hot, how the elf nods and fishes a deeper colour as he watches how you're manhandled by the orc he'd been learning from.

Much like his lessons in smithing the orcish man is detailed when it comes to you, one hand holding his apprentices face and keeping him focused on how he has his fingers buried in you, making him recite what he is telling him as he does it. Letting his apprentices take over the smaller less involved tasks as he moves on to lining himself up, snapping his hips just how he knows you like it, snarling at both you and the elf as he fucks you, usually soft brown eyes fierce as he makes a devious offer.

And I got them first try. It felt weird buzzing in my hand tbh but I’m kinda proud of myself for being able to catch it.

Damn...

Sorry anon... My bras, and the 160 to 200 I spend on them say differently.

The HH80 is equal to a 14HH in Aus size.

Ahh Diva... The demon you are.

In all honesty I enjoy how much people love them, cause no joke Divas original piece almost never got posted. I wrote it and then rewrote it twice before posting that version, it was a draft from the very beginning of my blog that I wasn't happy with, so I will definitely make some for them soon.

She thinks she's perfected flirting with you.

The picture is of her in the back area of her butcher shop, flexing with her biggest knife, there's blood on her arms, apron, and cheek somehow, her tusks look yellow under the shitty lighting, but she's smiling and winking in the picture as she texts you some cheesy line about meat or bones that is a little cringe worthy.

'You bagged one lucky butcher, because you're looking at the tenderest loin in the shop.'

For all the years you've been with your wife, one thing has not changed, she is a complete failure with romance and flirting. You'd thought her cute when you first met her, shed cracked a few bad butcher related puns before almost closing the sliding panel of the display cabinet on one of her fingers, and now after a decade of marriage she is still hopeless when it comes to talking with you or hitting on you.

Smiling to yourself you text her back, telling her you love her and will see her when she gets home. Going back to your work, still smiling as you think about your wife at work posed up like a fool when she took that photo.

On the other side of town, she's smiling giddy as she tucks her phone into the back of her work pants and gets back into her work as a butcher. Joking to the apprentice they have at the shop that a good butcher or meat pun can land you an absolute hottie of a partner, the poor young man was eager to learn and took in both this advice and the professional kind she gave him, unintentionally creating another slightly awkward but endearing person for behind the counter of this particular butchers shop.

Like asking someone for a moment of their time and when they agree they turn them into a milf/dilf or asking are you a good boy/girl and if you say yes you get turned into a pet little puppy hybrid.

The freak fae? Cause if so... Oooo!

This fae would be a menace to society, bending their town trickery rules and not needing your name to have lower over you, but simply the idea of you consenting to the interaction with them to take control of the situation. They only asked for a moment of their time, and what is a moment of not an unspecified amount of time? A moment could last a whole human life time, a moment could be an hour or two, it's all up to this one freak of a fae and their own idea of how long the moment between the two of you lasts.

Be careful with spoiling Diva, they live up to their name sake and will immediately think this makes them number 1 in your eyes.

Okay, so I have an idea, older werewolf or vampire (up to you) who tries to manipulate younger reader and at first they are successful but quickly reader realizes or read or knew all along and was playing their own mind games

Also, I'm totally obsessed with your bull/humbo fics (actually just everything your write)

It's okay, I understand this feeling all too well as my Tumblr fucking crashes when I post drafts sometimes and it takes ten minutes to remember to actually post.

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He'd been doing this for centuries, find some pretty, younger human to string along for a few years, maybe a decade or two, and then dump them the moment the allure wore off.

You were simply the latest in the long line of victims he'd had, humans loved having a vampire lover after all, and you seemed no different. He'd used a meagre part of the riches he'd accumulated to keep you interested, happy, and willing to give a sip or two of blood every now and then, by all accounts he thought you blind, smitten, and perfectly manipulated in the ways he wanted you to be. So how on earth did he end up here, sitting in a home he'd helped you fund, decorate, and renovate, listening to the human he had thought clueless tell him they are breaking up with him?

You were saying something, it was probably important but he's too thrown to actually process the situation, cutting you off mid sentence and asking if he'd heard you right and that you were breaking up with him! That can't be right, he laughs, exasperated and confused, blindly fumbling for the first time in his long, long undead life to get the human he thought he had in the plan of his hand to stay, to keep picking him, even as said human makes a face like they tasted something sour.

This isn't how it goes, it isn't, so he moves in the blink of an eye, caging you against the vintage couch he'd paid to get restored for you, cooing softly that he can fix this, make it right if you just give him the chance. Completely unraveling, fraying at the time worn edges of his personality, pulling his phone out and dialling numbers to get private tables and other expensive gifts lined up for you, turning his back and missing the way you have to hold back laughter at the sudden desperate need for your attention.

You'd figured out his little game about six months into this whole process, the illusion shattering when you found a few identical necklaces to the one he gave you, the one he swore was a one of a kind thing just for you. Since then you've been riding the wave of his 'attentions' for the benefit it gave you, you one your home, have all the things you need, and the dick was good enough to linger around for this long but it was beginning to lose its appeal.

You know what... You're right, he would be into exhibitionism.

It feeds that complex he has about his size and his age, he can make you sound like this, act so debauched, and it's all because of him.

So he certainly is fucking you in work closets, in the dark hallways where cameras can't see you, but a passer by could hear and investigate.

Diva has been unusually well behaved for the last few weeks.

In fact the demon has been almost pleasant to be around, no cooing, flirting, groping, or purring when you were working, something fishy was going on. Curious, you head to their trailer and find them knee deep in spare costumes, there are latex dresses, boy shorts, leather vests, harnesses, and every kind of heel or boot a star like them could possibly need to wear, the mutterings in demonic aren't understandable to you but what you can clearly read on the shapeshifting demons face is frustration.

Taking up the only open seat on their trailer you watch as they morph, a fuller bust for something more feminine, thin hips for short shorts, a more curvy figure that pairs with a corset dress, you'd seen them like this before but not with such dedicated focus. Usually they only get this picky when a shoot has no clear prompt for their form beyond what kind of sex they need to have, so you wait until the demon groans in frustration, stomping their feet and grabbing their currently thick tail in an attempt to self comfort. Gently announcing yourself to them and cringing when diva shrieks, fangs flashing for a second before they slump slightly, coming over and kneeling on the floor by your feet, throwing their upper half over your lap and sulking loudly.

Diva's grey hair is falling out of the messy bun they had it in, horns capped and dry looking, rubbing your thumb across the rough texture and cringing before asking the demon what has them so worked up. Expecting a petty or bratty reason from them, only to get a sniffly response of wanting to look somewhat presentable when they asked you to dinner, they'd been so good all week but nothing they own is working! No body, form, or shapeshift is working in a way they think would be appropriate for being out with you.

Suddenly the good behaviour makes sense, they were looking to make space on their schedule and butter you up with proof they could be good enough to go out with. Laughing softly as you shake your head at them, telling them to just use their normal form, not the almost human looking one, just their unshifted raw demon would be fine.

You'd seen them unshifted only once before, they'd practically screamed at you after to get out, only allowing you back into the trailer once they had a stage ready form in place. They really were quite pretty unshifted, even if most people would think it unnerving.

A shudder runs through Diva before they unshift, horns growing longer, more pronounced curves that follow the shape of their skull, face slipping blank save for the ridiculously plush lips they always had, pink skin darkening to a dusty almost red shade, and their tail thins down to something whip-like. Slowly they twist to look up at you, the prolific brat and porn star could almost be called bashful in this moment, in their raw form on your lap.

Tapping a finger against the blank plane of their face you smile and tell them they look perfect now, pointedly ignoring the shudder that runs through them as they take in your words.

Diva had been unusually well behaved as of late, and they definitely deserve a reward for it.

This demon falls in love at first sight for one reason or another (maybe you're the first human he's ever seen and kinda wants to protect this squishy fragile new being he's come across, maybe he's in heat and you're ovulating/horny, or maybe you're fated mates like in the idea)

So over the course of months or years, he has to keep his distance while trying to comfort and assure his human that he's nice and isn't gonna hurt or eat them. Spider demon does his best to help around the house: he cleans, he bakes yummys, won't cross boundaries first and is respectful, even getting a nice gift for you once in awhile.

And the your head knows this but every time you try to get close and touch him, you chicken out and run back to one of your "safe spots" on the other side of the room.

Slowly, you get to the point where you can at least be on the couch together (even if both of you are on separate ends). Then this one time, you get scared of something you're watching together or gets kinda the "moe" feeling. You forget your fear/what you're watching with and cling to the spider demon, who stays absolutely fucking still in fear of even a twitch scaring off his human. When you finally realize, you slowly (and kinda hesitantly) move back to your spot.

It kinda really clicks that you're not really in danger with him and are able to get yourself to stay beside him and even sometimes touch him.

You get more and more comfortable over time until you're able to cuddle and nuzzle and evey other couple thing the spiders been wanting to do.

Little do you know though that...

Well....

He hasn't exactly "tricked" you but he does let you believe that he wouldn't hurt or eat a human. He very much would and does. He just would never do such a thing to YOU or someone important to you (unless they're a threat to your relationship with him, in which case....)

You don't even know (or need to know) about the few times someone tried breaking into your home or when you were being stalked by armed humans. You don't know about him grabbing/eating them himself. He'd considered feeding them to you (probably without telling you what you were eating) but you likely would be very angry and afraid of him if you ever found out so he decided against it.

Spider demon is so so happy that all his patience and behaving paid off, now being in a relationship with his human mate, and could never jeopardize it. He's in bliss and will do anything and everything to keep it this way.

Not even death will separate you when the time comes. He WILL make sure of it.

Madam...

I'm chewing on this idea right now, diabolically gnawing on my screen like a misbehaving mutt.

You ever think about shape shifters?

You ever think about how difficult it must be to hold their form while they climax?

Do you ever think about their form rapidly shifting as you overstimulate them?

You ever think anon, you ever think that I want you to have perfectly cooled or heated blankets?

Cause I do!

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They'd done this so many times before, held forms and had intimate moments with so many before you, so why now? Why you? What about this made it so hard to hold this shape, to keep a stable form, to keep the same features as they fuck into you faster and faster.

Blunt human teeth become fangs and then tusks, gnashing and clenched together as they can't control the changes taking them over. They grow horns, lose them in the blink of an eye, claws, fingernails, spines, spikes, ridges and strange curling patterns that texture their skin, it's like every feature they have ever shifted to molts through, surfacing beige being subsumed by another feature taking its place seconds later, it shouldn't be this hard to keep themselves together, it shouldn't.

Sure!

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For a first date it was certainly unique, he was kind, funny, and down right sweet despite the sheer size of him. Sure, you also weren't expecting whatever type of moth hybrid he was when you went into that date but at the end of the night you find yourself very much endeared to him despite the difference between your mental image and the reality of him.

The night had ended with a kiss to his cheek, and a wink before pecking one of the strange tentacle like things he had exposed, giggling to yourself when he flushed a deep grey and shivered.

He was cute.

Over the next few days, the two of you would share texts and even a call or two as you planned another date. Yet one thing still made you curious, what kind of moth was he? Spending a little bit of time looking up his description and some of his features you find what you're looking for, a baphomet moth, reading deeper on this particular creature your face feels warm as you realise that his interesting scent and the tendrils that had slipped free were in fact a very different kind of display.

More than anything a few ideas for your next date come to mind, if this sweet moth was so down bad for you off just one date, you're more than happy to play along and feed into it a little more.

He shouldn't be doing this; neither of you should be doing this.

Yet even as the neighbourhood's block party rages outside, the two of you are still going, still fucking like he isn't your next-door neighbour and new friend of your father, but the idea of stopping makes him groan with dissatisfaction. The two of you are too far gone to stop now, not since he's already two loads deep and working on a third, and certainly not now that he's finally got you worked open enough that your whimpering and twitching had become limp moans, weak bucking hips, and fingers white at the knuckles as you grip the ruined sheets under you.

Fuck, he should pull out, should have done that the first time he came, but in for a penny, in for a pound.

So he's groaning, grinding his hips into your ass as he cums, still pumping thick ropes into you as his cock visibly pulses with his high. Shit, as he pulls back, the flare of the tip of his cock is the only thing that keeps most of this load and the last inside you, licking his lips, he grunts before pushing forward again, still hard and still ready to go just one more round.

Just one more round, he's been muttering that to you since the first jerk of his hips, since well before the two of you stumbled into bed together, if the long nights alone looking at all those pretty beach pictures of you and your friends out drinking have anything to say for themselves. He's only just got you like this, and he's not willing to let you go just yet. An old bull like him can still pull a few more tricks, and maybe a few more orgasms out of you before he calls it a night.

For once in his life, the weight of his horns is beginning to get to him, the two heavy bone protrusions and their gold band decorations making his neck hurt as he looks down at where his cock disappears into you again.

Fuck it, he'll book a massage for the both of you tomorrow, but for now he needs to make up for all the cum that dribbled out of you, and he needs to make up for it now.