#monster.

War :(

okay onto the actual writing part.

One day, you're going through a rough patch with your partner, the next they're..perfect. Any issues you had prior were fixed, and months go by with you feeling like you won the relationship lottery - just to wake up at three in the morning, your partner sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from you. It looks like them, but...something is off. They're humming, but it isn't their voice. It's deeper, the kind of tone that would send a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitches, and notice their form stiffen - straightening up before their head slowly turns to look back at you. "Is something the matter, sweetheart? did you have a bad dream?" they ask, their voice back to being the sickly sweet tone that it usually was, and not the deep, bone-chilling croak that escaped their throat just moments prior.

"What..are you? you're..you're not human," you whisper, your voice shaky and uneven. "Oh, love...of course i'm not. You weren't being loved properly, I stepped in to fix that." they reply, an eerie sense of comfort following. "Where..are they? I want them back." you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you search their eyes for an answer. For any hints in their expression as to where your partner was. "Ah, I always hate to break the news...he isn't coming back. He can't. I do apologize for having to...remove him from the equation, but it's the only way to ensure everything goes smoothly," they inform you, the words feeling almost impossible to hear. "Don't worry, you won't remember this when you wake up." they finish, offering a comforting smile that no longer feels genuine.

Before you could respond, however, your eyes shoot open as you lurch up into a sitting position, breathing heavily. Your partner is laying in bed beside you, propped up against their pillows. Your eyes take in the sight before you. Your partner's bedside lamp is on, a dim glow casting over their face as you notice a book in their hands - a horror novel, one they'd read countless times before and could probably recite every line written on the well-loved pages. The alarm clock on their nightstand displays the time; 3:33 AM. "What's wrong, love? looks like you've seen a ghost," They ask, looking at you. You try to explain, but you can't. You can't remember what you dreamed of, just that it scared you.

"Just..a bad dream." you mumble quietly, scooting closer and laying your head on their shoulder. "I'm sorry darling, just know i'm right here." they murmur, an uncomfortable sense of dread washing over you. you swallow, nodding as your eyes flutter shut, a soothing hum escaping their throat, helping you drift back to sleep. The only thing you couldn't hear, was your partner - your REAL partner's desperate voice. "That isn't me! You have to have realized that isn't me-!" they cry, but their words fall upon deaf ears. you can't hear them, only the creature wearing their skin can hear their desperate words. And they weren't going to respond. You deserved better, and so they stepped in. Gave you the love you craved and deserved.

(click please tumblr bad at crop)

colin and tracy are harry/red's only family that talk to him (they've been similarly ostracized by his aunt and uncle), so he meets with them as often as they can, at least once a week

I will do smut, fluff and more.

I'll be writing /reader in these:

Monsters

Fantasy (like king/maid reader)

Slashers.

record of Ragnarok.

MHA.

Death note.

Call of duty.

(maybe I'll do others in the near future)

I mostly only write for female unless it's a request But I may end up doing a Gn just on my own.

9: Oviposition

"You're doing great, Nancy," Michelle praises, offering her a smile with too many sharp teeth. Only a few moments ago, she bit down on Nancy's inner thigh and filled her with the aphrodisiac venom that makes her so relaxed and desperate to be filled that this should be easy. "Just relax for me, baby girl."

Nancy nods, though it's hard to relax with a squirming tentacle buried so deep in her pussy she can almost taste it in the back of her throat. It probes her walls, feeling how much give there is and trying to make sure she's as wet and needy as possible to ease the process.

Then the thin tip begins to probe at the opening of her cervix and even with the venom in her veins, Nancy tenses up and whimpers. Michelle shushes her again and kisses her, her human hands skating over Nancy's sides to try and provide some comfort to her.

"Let me in, you can do it."

Without waiting for an affirmative, the tentacle begins to force its way into her cervix. She cries out from the strange and slightly painful intrusion, but it's not so bad once it settles in there and stays still. Then, still not warning Nancy, Michelle begins to pass the eggs through the tentacle. She feels it at the opening of her pussy. At least in this aspect, the venom has her so relaxed that the stretch comes easily and brings her no pain, though she can absolutely feel how big it is. She shudders in pleasure up until the point where the bulge in the tentacle reaches her cervix.

"No, Michelle, I can't, I can't, I can't-"

"You can. Take a deep breath." Michelle bites her again, on her throat this time, flooding her with a fresh wave of venom that makes her brain let go of every thought that isn't the physical sensations she's experiencing. "There's a good girl."

The egg forces its way through her cervix and Nancy screams, her whole body tensing as an unexpected orgasm rushes through her. She can feel herself dripping around the tentacle. The egg makes a heavy weight in her uterus that she's unused to. She squirms a little, clinging to Michelle, but it's not over.

Another one begins to work its way into her body and she sobs. She shakes her head. She thrashes, unable to stay still, until some of Michelle's other tentacles hold her down. All she can do is lay here and take it.

Joan Kwon Glass

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On Mt. Taebecksan

the god Hwaning

met Ungyo the bear,

and they gave birth

to Dangun, founder

of the Gojoseon dynasty, earliest human

civilization of Korea. The first Koreans

were part god, part beast. Every morning I ask

my addiction: which 

Day 18 of @bogleech‘s 31 Day Horror House challenge!