Monster 141 with Salamander!reader. Not the regular animal we know of, the medieval perception of them that said they were fire benders.
So she can manipulate fire, doesn't burn, and all that good stuff, but another fun little tidbit is that every time she gets flustered, fire flares around her body.
Poor reader 😭 her cubs don’t recognize her and only recognize Price as their father. But I wonder if reader also asked or begged Monster Gaz and Monster Soap to see their children!! Will they recognize her as their mother??!
Price never thought that being a parent would be so important to his dumb little pet...he has plenty of cubs and, honestly, he couldn't care less about most of them - they are good as soldier resources, as a means to enhance the monster society...and yet you look so sad over them not recognizing you, our papa bear really considers just...stealing some human kids from the pet shop, so you could have something nice to dot on. Something helpless and weak, like all human kids are - this, or allowing you to keep weird, weak hybrids with you instead of getting rid of them Roman style.
Gaz would be more lenient with allowing you to see little birdies! He wouldn't really care about them, but he loves to make you laugh, and he likes your smile, so he would drag you over to the heights where little harpies are getting trained. Baby birds already sprawled their wings - and he would point at your kids to make you see that they, in fact, don't need you as their doting mommy...it's really an asshole move from his side, but he wants you to just see this once and understand that, no, monster babies don't need their mommies constantly. You're still heartbroken over this, so Gaz could make you feel better with filling you with new eggs!
Soap is...well, he means well and this is what counts, right? He is excited to allow you to meet the wolves, his pack instincts are way more coddling with babies - he believes in true love and that the kids should fight with crocodiles for the right to live, but he also likes to play with his pups and usually visits them often in the training sector, establishing himself as their leader. Your fragile human self would probably be horrified at the games that involve maiming a dead human and dragging them across the training area - but Soap and the pups are so excited to bring you things they got from the human, you're forcing the bile down your throat and smile. You wanted to see how puppies are doing, after all.
Monster!141 that likes to take advantage of Ghost!Gaz’s invisibility. Liking to see you get fucked at angles never even considered before. He’s got you on the war room table spread out like you’re their salvation.
Soap likes to see your throat get fucked. Every way possible. Laying on the table with your head hanging off the edge, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your throat bulges rhythmically. Gaz’s cold precum numbing pleasantly so you can take him all the way to the base. Lashes clumping together from the tears that force themselves up with every time your gag reflex is pressed
On your knees, hands bunched in your lap because there's nothing to grab onto. Lips making such a perfect O to wrap around Gaz’s cock. Eyes darting around as your hair is gathered up into a perfect handle for control to be taken from you only to land on Soap as he pumps his cock to the sight of your pretty face looking so innocent yet depraved.
Something about the drool and tears and the slightly panicked look on your face as you try to ration your breaths gets him going. It’s a mess he’d never see unless it was done by Gaz.
Ghost is sat on his haunches beside the table to see that pretty pussy of yours gaping. It’s almost like when he’s finished fucking you but theres no time limit, no muscle trying desperately to clamp back down to normal. Able to see all the way down to your cervix that squishes every time Gaz jackhammers into you. Folds sticky, wet and swollen.
His favourite by far is when Gaz has you on your back, thighs squished up against your belly so nothing is in the way. Spongy, pink walls rippling down as the nth orgasms knocks through you. Pretty moans and mewls choking as you’re kept in place for more to be pried out. Sappy mixture of juices leaking down the cleft of your ass that has Simon wanting to lean in and lap it up.
He has and got smacked over the head for it.
Price just lives to see you confused and unsure. Left gasping and looking around as if that’ll help you know where Gaz’s will touch next. Anticipation mixing with just the slightest undercurrent of fear from the pure uncertainty of it all. It’s like a blind fold but better. You have your eyes but they’re useless, you’re helpless in a way that Price feeds on.
Loves to see your eyes go all wide as you get manhandled into new positions, never quite knowing what’s coming next. Can’t help but huff out a breath when you shriek at the feeling of groping your tits, Gaz’s laughter echoing in the hollowed air.
Just sitting back and watching as you try to squirm away from the cold tongue lapping at your over sensitive clit only to get pinned by an invisible force. Skin creasing and dimpling in, molding to Gaz’s touch.
Listen I don't have a COD problem, YOU have a COD problem...yeah that's how it works right?
Anyway I've gone down a monster!141 a rabbit hole and a Poly!141 rabbit hole. I'll admit I don't remember who came up with this characterization first, but whoever you are, you should have your brain kissed.
So for those who don't know what I'm talking about this is the idea of who's what
Price; Dragon
Gaz; Harpy
Soap; Werewolf
Ghost; Wraith
(and then in my own personal rabbit hole of thought there's reader who is human but was raised by the Fair Folk)
But I digress, back to my THOUGHT
Warning there are talks of kids and babies
So something something something the gang breaks up a trafficking ring and somehow they end up with a shape shifter. Technically in the scheme of a human life the shape shifter their old AF, but in terms of a shape shifter's life they're just a baby really, wouldn't even equate to being 10.
So they have this baby shape shifter (affectionately named Peep), who typically stays in this whispy shadowy form, but listen little beings will always get into mischief and they will always try the puppy dog eyes to get out of trouble.
Only Peep's puppy dog eyes equates to them turning into more 'accurate' offspring of the guys (because let's be honest Peep is their kid already).
So with Gaz, Peep is this chubby baby with his warm skin tone and feathers soft and downy. They always smile around their little taloned hand with a big gummy smile
With Soap, Peep evolves to a toddler, wild curly hair that flies behind them as they run around giggling, uncaring that technically they wouldn't have a wolf's hind quarters but it helps them zoom around Soap.
For Price, Peep kicks it up a notch, all limbs and knobby knees, tiny matching horns that poke through their hair with a pair of wings fluttering gently behind them as they look up dolefully through their lashes.
But Ghost...Ghost doesn't get a mini me. Soap likes to joke it's because no kid should have to carry around Ghost's ugly mug. Ghost though, wonders if Peep realizes that he wouldn't be able to handle seeing a kid that's as pale as he is with the same sad dark eyes. No what Ghost get's is a german shepard with bits of smoke dancing off it's fur.
And of course Peep has names for all the guys.
Gaz is Daddy, while Soap is Da, Price is Papa and Ghost is Baba.
Gaz and Soap snicker, even Price is puffing up with fatherly pride. Ghost is Baba and he wouldn't have it differently.
Then Plot happens and maybe Peep gets kidnapped and of course the guys move heaven and earth to get their kid back. And once they break through and Peep sees them? They become this amalgamation of all of them; wings, horns, fur, and whips and throws themselves into Ghost's arms crying for their Baba.
And this time? This time Ghost treasures the sight of sad dark eyes of a child whos a little bit of everyone he loves in this lifetime.
Because it would be funny. I love the fics of demigods being a bit more monster than initially lead on but it doesn’t really manifest til they either get to camp (a safe place) or hit puberty. Think about it! Zeus children who smell like ozone and seem permanently caught in a storm, eagle feathers growing in. Children of Athena with too big eyes and the ability to swivel their heads like an owl, owl down growing in. Children of Hephaestus who run incredibly hot, oil in their veins and metal for skin in some places. Their hearts ticks and their fingers whir. Children of Apollo who are hard to look at, who literally glow from the sun in their blood. Who sing like birds, and predict plagues. Children of Aphrodite whose appearance changes daily. Whose eyes never settle on a color and well maintained claws. Whose honeyed words can bind or break someone.
Now add in monster! 141. A one winged dragon, a harpy, a werewolf, and a wraith. Who see these children or adults presenting monster like features but humans look at them in confusion when it comes up in conversation.
A team who gets surprised when a bronze knife is pressed into their ribs a teenager because “I swear that’s a harpy.”
A task force who goes to investigate when manhattan goes completely dark. Only to find monster children in ancient battle armor dead, dying, or fighting for their lives against creatures not seen in centuries.
A task force that gets dragged into the fight with each demigod war. Who try to help the little monster children when the weight of the world is too much. Who reach out to allies and contacts because these are children who react like soldiers when faced with a threat.
werebear!price getting extra adamant on feeding you as winter approaches. Gotta stock up before hibernation.
I bet he’d enjoy an extra sleepy pet if he went pet shopping
One of the main reasons he picked you in the human pet shop is because you proceeded to sleep through whatever he was doing. Price isn't the most subtle being in this building - he is heavy and imposing, even if his human form, and he by no means is trying to make himself smaller. It doesn't bother little sleepy you - not even when your cellmates are pushing and screaming, either trying to get away or as close to a possible ticket to freedom as possible.
You were...sleepy. Always tired and exhausted, you're no match to his boys - especially to Soap's bursts of energy and Gaz's desire to hunt for his mate through the woods. They still adore you, obviously, they love to tease and to make you scared of them, but you eventually fall into this sleepy hazy state, and now you belong to your big bear. Fully.
Price makes sure to bring you the best blankets he could find - he digs up scales and weight you before the hibernation starts because he is scared of you being starved back in the shop, that you need to take on a bit more kilos until you can be safely tucked away under his arm. He loves to just make you hang out in his office, you're chained to the floor on a warm, fuzzy carpet - you're so sleepy when you just lay next to his thigh, snoring softly, a warm blanket draped over your shoulders.
He doesn't keep you on his lap because he wants to be able to go out of the room without disturbing sleepy little you - you're always so weak and pathetic after you wake up, your poor attempts at hiding from your new life aren't working because you wake up and it's the same people, all over again. You wake up and you're still his pet...so you just fall asleep again.
She has the worst fate!!
Being a pet wife/incubator for one monster is bad enough, but it can be manageable if your new owner isn't an asshole and doesn't treat you like a lifeless object. It's a rare case, sure, but even Konig is somewhat softer after you get his eggs, the mating instincts in monsters are all kicking in.
The 141 however...I love to see them as a pack of different breed shifters, maybe were-creatures like bears, wolves, and various birds...they all have this semi-animalistic mentality, they formed a pack bond that is stronger than any blood relations. They are more than family and it's only natural that they share the same darling, yes? Unfortunately for you, it is only natural for them, and you're soon getting dragged from the human pet shop by an excited overgrown werewolf with a dumb mohawk that chirps about getting such a pretty girl for his team!!
You are never alone - every time other team members are on a mission, the other ones take care of you, always keeping watch over your silly escape attempts like humans have any future in the monster world now( Gaz is usually the one who is softer with you, his nature as a werebird is making him somewhat more caring, he will drag you a lot of shiny gifts and flashy clothes because he is pretty and he wants his girl to be pretty!
Soap is usually the one to always fuck you, unfortunately. Being a classic werewolf, he is too fucking horny for his own good, always stuck in a knot with you, always mating and hoping that you will give birth to healthy pups, even though he is somewhat sad they are mostly taken away for the training needs( his pack mentality is strong, so if you really really really want at least some of your children to stay with you, you should beg Soap to allow you to see them occasionally - he would gladly steal the pups back to base, but it would mean you won't give him as much attention(
@ceilidho mostly inspired me for this, but werebear!Price is literally perfect and I won't stand for otherwise. He is big, burly, with a soft tummy and warm hands that would easily push you down, ass up in the air because you were a naughty little incubator and whined too much about Soap and Gaz being too rough( he knows your limits, and also knows that they are spoiling you too much! You need some discipline and your bear captain is gladly providing you with spanks that make your ass raw, with his teeth and a dick that takes away your ability to walk at least for a few days( he is older than every other member of the pack, and he won't really bother you too much with sex - he knows you're tired, especially if you're pregnant, and he enjoys slow cockwarming sessions and just laying in the nest with you, false hybernating on your swollen, milk-filled breasts.
Ghost is...complicated. You don't even know what type of shifter he is at first, he is too fucking secretive to even talk about it. Only after a few involuntary breakdowns, could you catch a glimpse of his shadowy form - whatever animal-type monster he was, staid in the past. He is all shadows now, dark and glossy with smoke tendrils that help him handle you in place every time you become too squirmy. You were so convinced Simon hated you at first, just a dumb human who disrupts the balance of their pack, but your fears were proven wrong once you were pressed against a wall, thick dark tendrils squeezing in and out of your pussy. Ghost is the only one who can't breed you, and it only makes him more protective whenever you're pregnant.