How I feel when I switch up on which man I want to fantasise about next but low key get stressed because now I feel like I'm emotionally cheating on the others
Why am I such a whore

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How I feel when I switch up on which man I want to fantasise about next but low key get stressed because now I feel like I'm emotionally cheating on the others
Why am I such a whore
TEDDY! I checked ur old blog and saw u have a this one :3, and i saw u write for the KAIJUUUS? bro i love godzilla sosososoosoOSOSOSOSO MUCH, if you're down for it, could you do some headcanons of being Godzilla's favorite human?, ofc platonic, (i dead ass love this gigantic lizard sm i made a wedding pic art as a joke cause someone said marry the damn lizard and i said fine i will, and i wanna clarify twice, it was a joke, i just love large lizards)
[Being Goji's favorite human headcanons] [platonic]
Summary: What being a huge lizard titans human entails!
Warnings: None! Just platonic companionship between you and the Big guy.
Word count: 650+ words
A/N: Omg Tama :(( I'm so happy to see you're here from the call of duty blog!! It's always a joy to see you in my notifs 🫶 ofc I got you, Godzilla headcanons comin right up! I hope these are okay!
Worth a shot to ask this but is there anyway you can do a King Ghidorah fluff? It’s nice once in a while to see this big three headed hydra have some love
I wanted to post it yesterday, but there was some kind of error in the publication...
| KING GHIDORAH x Human!Reader | - One Moment (Fluff)
╰┈➤ Warning: English is not my native language.
A hot stream of air enveloped you from all sides, forcing you to bend your back from the harsh heat.
The peace and quiet that hovered between you and the three heads was stunning, one might even say rare. Usually there were disputes and certain conflicts that came into force for the rights of each head in one body, but such was the fate of Ghidorah. Sometimes it can be fixed, and sometimes it can't. Ichi's silence did not surprise you any more than Ni. San was basically always silent, especially when there was a fight, his attention was more focused on you than on the other two brothers. This situation is very common for the four of you. And this day, as it turned out, pleased you greatly.
An unexpected calm has covered Ghidora and he does not even intend to awaken the leader on the island in himself or somehow scare away Godzilla, who sometimes swims by, controlling his behavior. You smiled as you continued to stroke Ichi. Running along its jaw and slowly guiding its fingers to its horns, the middle head growled, but not as a sign of irritation. "Do you feel good, huh?" ── Ichi didn't even move a muscle to scare you away and bite the air from your side. Snapping his teeth, he closed his eyes, still feeling your hands on him. After all, this tomboy surprises you more and more. A little more, and it will melt under your touch.
Ni, who was watching Ichi's behavior, grinned. His brother is lazy today. I think next time, he won't stop teasing. Although Sun thinks about it in a completely different way. His nose has been hitting the Earth for the umpteenth time, trying to get the attention he wants from you as soon as possible. "Guys, have patience." ── Ichi growled contentedly again as he looked at poor San digging a hole. At the moment, he is not at all interested in Ni's opinion on this matter. He knows that he also wants you, he just can't cross the line of pride yet. The middle head switched to you for a second, looking into your focused eyes. Still afraid to make an extra move? Or have you already done it, just he didn't notice the difference?
Her fingers glided gently over his scales, returning to his jaw again. Ichi instantly forgot about his thoughts, sighing again from the sensations. Suddenly, someone else's vibration hammered into his face. The shadow of the Right Head blocked the vision of the Middle Head. You roll your eyes, feeling the texture of the muzzle on your back, which is actively breathing into your t-shirt. ── "San, I'll give you time, please be patient"
A disappointed groan made you and Ichi chuckle. Such days are still more to your liking.
The Island (Godzilla x Fem!Reader) (NSFT) Part 1.
ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ💕 Yall thought mama Bear be joking, well, JOKES ON YOU. In this HEAVY (in all way) fic you find yourself stranded on the island where King of the Monsrers reign... but he is not at all the titan from legends and intell.
Obvi monster smut with just a hint of intoxication kink. Part two coming pretty soon!
Enjoy!
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The world returned to you in fragments - pain first, a deep, throbbing ache in your shoulder and a sharper sting along your ribs. Then sound: the distant, rhythmic crash of waves, the shriek of unfamiliar birds. Finally, smell - salt, wet earth, and something floral. You were lying on a bed of crushed ferns and sand, the remnants of the small research plane a twisted, smoking scar further down the beach. Your equipment was gone. Everyone else was… you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing the thought away. You were alive. Alone, hurt, but alive.
A tremor ran through the ground beneath you. Not an aftershock from the crash - this was deeper, more organic, a slow and purposeful rhythm like a giant heartbeat. The birds in the canopy above went suddenly, terribly silent. From the dense wall of jungle, a massive shape emerged. He didn’t burst out with a roar; he coalesced. Leaves the size of dinner plates rustled and parted, revealing scales of a charcoal grey so dark they seemed to drink the sunlight. He was ten meters of muscle and ancient power, a walking mountain sculpted into reptilian form. The dorsal plates along his back caught the light, shimmering with an eerie, ethereal blue.
King of the Monsters, the myths called him.
Right now, he looked less like a destroyer and more like a force of nature temporarily contained in a predator’s body. His massive head, ridged and plated, swung slowly, nostrils flaring as they sampled the air, tasting the scent of smoke, jet fuel, and… you. His gaze, a glowing amber that held the heat of the earth’s core, landed on your small, terrified form. He didn’t charge. He didn’t roar. He simply stood there, a living eclipse at the edge of the treeline, and watched. A low, guttural sound vibrated in his chest, a frequency so deep you felt it in your aching ribs before you heard it. It wasn’t a growl. It was a query. A titan’s question mark.
"N-no...Ah... agh!"
You tried to push yourself up, but winced when sharp pain shot through your leg - your ankle was twisted, maybe even broken, and you couldn't stand up so you just plopped down onto the sand again. The mocking voice of your base's director echoed in your ears - that you weren't fit for field work, that you should stay behind, that you should -
Sobbing, you looked into the titan as he continued to approach you. The low, guttural sound cut off abruptly. He went still. Perfectly, utterly still, like a mountain holding its breath. Those amber eyes, each one bigger than your head, tracked your movement with an intelligence far beyond simple predation. They watched you try to rise. They watched you fail. They watched you fall. And then he moved again. Not the slow, deliberate emergence of before. This was a direct approach. The ground trembled with each step—thud... thud... thud - a primal drumbeat that sent sand skittering and vibrating against your palms. He stopped only when he loomed directly over you, his massive lizard form blocking out the sun and casting you into a shadow that smelled of ozone, deep earth, and something else... something warm and strangely alive. His head descended and the massive, ridged snout came within meters of your crumpled body. A rush of hot air washed over you as he exhaled, stirring your hair, carrying the scent of his breath - not foul, never foul, but ancient, like a storm brewing over a primordial sea. His nostrils flared again, wider this time, drawing in your scent with a focused intensity.
The fear-sweat on your skin.
The blood trickling from a cut on your temple.
The sharp, acidic tang of your pain.
He was smelling everything.
The vibration returned to his chest, but it was different now. Softer. A deep, resonant thrum that seemed to seep into your bones. It wasn't a sound of threat. It was... a croon. A sound no human had ever recorded, no legend had ever described. A sound a creature made to soothe something small and wounded. To sooth you. Then his eye shifted. It moved from your face down to your twisted, swelling ankle. He blinked, a slow, deliberate slide of a nictitating membrane. And very slowly, with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a creature of his scale, he lowered his enormous head further, his jaw coming to rest on the sand just centimeters from your broken leg. The heat radiating from his scales was intense but not painful, a living furnace offering its warmth. He remained there, prone, his eye level with you now. Waiting. The mocking voice of your director was a distant, irrelevant echo, drowned out by the silent, thrumming presence of a god who had chosen, for reasons you couldn't fathom, to be gentle.
"What..." you whispered, watching him touch your leg with his snout.
As gentle as a being of his size could be, he picked you up into his palm; you gasped, but didn't try to swat at him, knowing better, some deep, animal part of your brain recognizing that there was no threat from this being. His scales were not cold or slimy as you might have expected, but warm, textured like ancient, sun-baked stone, with a surprising give beneath the ridges. He rose to his full, ten-meter height with a fluidity that defied his mass, a motion felt rather than seen - a shift in gravity, a dizzying ascent. The ruined beach, the smoking wreckage, the petty concerns of a world that didn't believe in you... they all fell away. You were lifted above the canopy of ferns, into a realm of dappled sunlight and the scent of blooming jungle flowers you couldn't see from the ground. His clawed fingers - each one a scythe of dark, polished bone - were curled inward, forming a protective cage around your small form. The crooning vibration deepened, a low, resonant hum that traveled up through his palm and into your aching body. It was a strange sensation, like being held against the chest of a purring cat the size of a building.
He began to walk into the jungle. The thud of his footsteps was a steady, rocking rhythm. Giant, fern-like fronds and flowers in impossible colors bent aside as he passed, as if the jungle itself was making way for him. Warm, golden motes of pollen drifted in his wake. The air grew thicker, sweeter, older. He carried you deeper into his domain, away from the crash, away from the world that broke you. He carried you home, though you didn't understand that yet. The only sound was the steady beat of his heart, a deep bass drum beneath the rocky floor of his palm, and that constant, soothing thrum, telling your frightened, disbelieving mind a single, primal truth that your scientific training would struggle for years to dissect: you were safe now.
The days that followed were the best ones in your life.
You found fruit and nuts and fresh water, and your ankle healed faster than it ever could have with modern medicine. You slept on a bed of moss that seemed to shape itself to your curves. You studied the jungle with a scientist's eye, cataloging the glowing fungi and the impossible birds and the butterflies that lingered on your bare skin. And you studied him.
Godzilla. King of Monsters. The One Who Came From Depths.
He was nothing like the footage from the satellites, nothing like the whispered legends or the classified reports. He was gentle. He was patient. He was curious about you in a way that felt almost childlike, his massive head tilting when you spoke, his amber eyes tracking your every movement with an intelligence that took your breath away. He let you touch his scars, tracing the old burns with your fingertips while he held perfectly, impossibly still. And every night, without fail, he curled his massive body around yours in a perfect crescent moon like it belonged there, his tail draping over your hip, his snout resting beside your head. His breath was a warm, steady rhythm against your shoulder. You had never felt so safe, but sometimes, in the quiet moments between sleep and waking, you thought about the beach. About the wreckage. About the radio that might still be buried in the sand, waiting for someone to find it and signal for help. You thought about going back - about flagging down a plane or a boat, about returning to he world of lab coats and grant proposals and directors who never took you seriously. But then he would shift in his sleep, a low, rumbling purr vibrating through his chest and into your bones, his tail tightening around you, just slightly, as if he sensed your thoughts and was pulling you back from them. And something that had awakened in you - something new and wild and still learning its own name - would shush your worries with a soft, certain voice. They will find you, eventually. You just need a little bit more rest. A little bit more time with him.
One night, after you scavenged yourself a dinner, you were finishing a bowl for water made from sturdy leaves. You proudly showed your creation to a titan and went to fetch some water from a near spring. It held when you scooped crystal clear water. It held when you carefully, so carefully came back to your resting spot. But when you brought it up to your lips, the cup broke, pouring water over your chin, your throat, your chest. The water cascaded down and down, cold and shocking, soaking through the already ruined fabric of your shirt. You coughed, sputtered, reached for something to wipe your face - And the world tilted.
He moved faster than anything his size had a right to move. One moment he was a respectful distance away, carefully averting his gaze. The next, his massive body was there, surrounding you, caging you. His clawed hands slammed into the moss on either side of your small form, sinking deep into the earth. His tail lashed once behind him, uprooting a sapling. The ground shook with the force of his lunge. Godzilla growled – the sound primal, ancient, the sound that rose from the very core of him, vibrating through the moss, through your bones, through the space between your bodies that has suddenly become very, very small. His massive head descended, blocking out the evening light, casting you into shadow. His amber eyes were blazing, the pupils blown wide, and his breath - hot, steaming, carrying the scent of ozone and the deep ocean - washed over you in ragged, uneven gusts.
"What... what are you doing?" you breathed, fear mixing with something else that made your thighs press together and your chest heave. "Did I... upset you?"
His snout hovered centimeters from your soaked chest, nostrils flare, drawing in the mingled scents of fruit juice, spring water, and the warm, living scent of your skin beneath it all. The sound that escapes him was almost pained - a low, keening rumble. His jaw parted slightly, revealing the gleam of those serrated teeth that you saw tearing into big fish he got from ocean, and his tongue - massive, warm, textured like velvet over stone flicked out, tasting the air, tasting you.
"Okay... okay, I'll stay here," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.
"Let's just... lay, yeah? I'm not going anywhere... ah... g-god… your snout is so warm... I can feel it through my shirt…"
The moment you spoke - the moment you promised him I'm not going anywhere - something in him shattered. The growl cut off. The blazing intensity in his eyes flickered, softened, dimmed to something rawer and pulled his head back just slightly, just enough to look at you properly. To see the fear in your eyes mixing with something else. To see your thighs pressed together. To see your chest heaving beneath your soaked shirt. He exhaled, long and shuddering, and his breath seeped through the wet fabric of your shirt and sank into your skin. Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his head again and pressed his snout against your chest - not hard, just... resting there. The great ridge of his brow was warm and textured against you, and beneath the ruined cotton, your heart hammered against his scales like a trapped bird. You noticed that his dorsal plates pulsed with a soft, steady blue, casting gentle shadows across your face. The growl had faded into something quieter. A purr. A deep, resonant, all-encompassing purr that vibrated through your entire body, loosening the fear, loosening the tension, loosening everything.
"You are... purring," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder. "Actually purring. Oh my god…"
He shifted his massive head, enough that the corner of his jaw brushed against your hip. The soaked shirt clung to every soft, fat part of you, and when he moved, your body shifted with him. Your hips pressed against his snout, and the contact drew a low, soft whine from your lips - involuntary, wanting. His tongue flicked out, this time brushing against the hem of your shirt, just above your hip.
"Yes," you breathed out, not believing yourself or what was happening. "God, please, yes."
His tongue laved over your belly, tracing the path of the fruit juice from earlier, cleaning the golden sweetness from your skin with a patience that borders on devotional. The textured surface caught slightly on the soft give of your flesh, and he groaned again, deeper this time, a vibration that traveled from his tongue into your core. His massive jaw worked carefully, so carefully, each movement measured and deliberate because you both knew he could shatter you, he could hurt you, he could open his jaws wider, wider and swallow you whole. But for you, this giant was gentle. His snout nudged your thighs apart, and the heat of him settled there, breath washing over the most intimate part of you in warm, rhythmic gusts. He inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back, the membranes sliding across in a slow blink of pure, overwhelming pleasure. The first touch of his massive tongue between your soaked parts made you moan.
"Oh—oh—yes, yes, like that—"
He dragged his tongue through your folds in one long, devastating stroke, the alien surface catching on every sensitive nerve, every hidden place that made your thighs tremble and your breath come in short, desperate gasps. When he reached your clit, the very tip of his tongue curled around it and you screamed, unashamed, the juice of fruits singing in your blood.
"There! Right there, don't stop, please don't stop—"
The monster licked into you like a creature starved, lapping up every drop of your arousal as if it was nectar. He continued to return to your sensitive bundle of nerves with every stroke, a constant, maddening friction that built and built and built.
"So deep," you whimpered, your hips rolling against his snout in a rhythm you couldn't control, adding to sensations.
"Your tongue is so... it's inside me, I can feel it... oh god, I can feel it everywhere…"
He growled against your flesh and your back arched off the moss. Your fingers scrabbled at his scales. The world narrowed to the hot, wet slide of his tongue and the building pressure in your core.
"I'm... I'm getting close," you gasped, your voice high and desperate.
"It’s too much, it’s-- don't stop, don't stop, I'm going to—I'm going to—"
He growled again, louder this time, and the vibration was what finally undid you. Your release crashed over you in waves - thick and hot and endless, more than you'd ever given any partner, more than you'd ever given yourself. You cried out his name and your essence flooded his tongue, his mouth, his snout.
He drank. He drank, lapping up every drop with a devotion that bordered on worship, prolonging your climax until you were trembling and over-sensitive and sobbing into the moss.
"Hah... ah... what-- what have you done..." you whimpered, boneless and wrecked and utterly, completely his. The titan snapped his jaws - sharp, decisive - and the sound sent a final shiver through your spent body.
Because you knew he wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot.
Can you do Madison Russell x Son of Godzilla reader who looks human but with claws, a tail and the dorsal plates, doing s courtship dance(dancing in a circle around her and flsshing his plates) to show Madison that he wants to be together with her
Y/N, wearing a backpack of glowing dorsal plates, walks around Madison, trying to call out the Godzilla mating call…
Godzilla watches proudly…
Madison; what are you doing?
Y/N: a-a mating dance. My dad instructed me
Y/N gestures to the giant kaiju lizard…
Madison: how about you and I just go out for ice cream?
Y/N: that works too
The two walk off arm in arm…
Godzilla smiles, thinking the mating dance was a success…
Godzilla: (thinks) that’s my boy
A headcanon that has goji giving of cat energy to there S/O and only them any one else who see it, would be threatened
Just think of thinking he would get into just because he fits
Listen, if he fits, he sits. Ok?
It's not like you WANTED to disturb him, but you needed to get laundry done at some point in the future. You reach for him, carefully picked him up, he immediately begins to pitch a fit. "Listen you little radioactive menace," You grown, placing him on the ground, "I know you like the laundry basket but I need clothes for next week." You use your foot to block him as he tries to jump right back in, to which he gives a little roar.
"I bought you a very nice bed!" You say, pointing to the near one hundred dollar cat bed with self heating capabilities. "You don't to sleep on that?" He uses his claws to begin to climb up your pajama leg. "Are you kidding?" You pick him up by a spine, irritated beyond all belief. "Sleep anywhere else you smelly reptile, I have laundry to do." You set him gently back on the floor, ignoring the offended look on his face. You didn't have time to play nice to a dinosaur, you had chores to do.
Hello! I saw your request post about wanting to write something, and I was wondering if maybe you could write about Legendary Godzilla meeting a shy Kaiju! Reader. Like the reader is on an isolated island or something, and is nervous about the King of the Monsters visiting the reader's island lmao, and is very respectful. Godzilla be digging it lmao. Idk just think that's cute af. No pressure! Thank you so much if you do take this request!! If not, you have wonderful day!❤️ ❤️
AHHH LET'S GOO 🗣💯🔥 A REQUEST I SEE!!! WHY YES I WILL MAKE THIS FOR YOU ☝️😼
Godzilla x shy kaiju°reader
Godzilla x reader
I’m making this because I don’t see enough of it.
Godzilla, despite everything written and documented about him at Monarch, was gentle. It had all started when another pair of Mutos had attacked Manhattan. Godzilla, now much more knowledgeable in dealing with mutos, had taken them down much quicker than before. However, he had gotten distracted by you. His heart beating faster and not just from the current battle. You had been limping aimlessly through the city, holding your arm in pain. You had fallen from almost getting squished by the male muto landing barely 10 feet away from you. You had fallen and landed wrong and we’re currently paying the price for it. Godzilla could hear your heartbeat. Could smell the scent of your body. Hell he could feel you in distress and suddenly his priorities shifted. He didn’t know how or why he was doing it but his body moved on its own. The mutos were knocked down, weak, but not for long. He thought he’d have enough time to find you and get you somewhere safe. He was wrong.
In your distress, you hadn’t realized you were heading towards the fights instead of away from it. You scream in terror when a sudden figure falls to the ground maybe thirty feet in front of you. The ground shook and you fell to your knees, looking up at the godlike creature.
You were suddenly being stared at by his eyes. HIS eyes. The king of the Kaiju was looking at YOU. Yet you didn’t feel the slightest intimidated. His golden eyes stared into yours as if he was stuck. The moment lasted maybe seconds before he got up to finish his fight but for the both of you, it felt like forever. Even after he left, you remained on the ground, tired and confused and so so curious about this connection you’d just discovered. You slowly pass out unconscious on the ground from just the absurdity of it all.
Little did you know a certain lizard would scoop you up and take you to his island…
First post! Lemme know if you want a part 2 cause I got ideas