Monster!AU where you, a slime person, end up working with the 141.
And Werewolf!Soap cannot take his fucking eyes off of you.
And everyone knows why. It’s a little embarrassing— your kind usually has their own prominent section on porn sites, and you know it.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that he puts literally all of his time and energy into pulling you. But it’s not so tough— he’s funny. And it’s hard to resist that wagging little tail when the wolf takes over.
You’re in his bed before long.
“Fuck, fuck , fuck— take it, bonnie. Take this fockin’ cock til your insides take the shape of me.”
The sticky, sloppy sounds are music to his sensitive ears, your biology keeping him slicked up and dripping. His eyes are glued down at your stomach, watching his dick distend and rearrange you easily, little drops of his milky pre suspended inside you. The way your gel knits back together slowly whenever he pulls out before he punches back through it with his thrusts.
It’s considered a weakness of slimes that all of your organs are visible— and it’s not terribly hard to reach into you and grab them. The plus side is that you can move them anywhere you want in your body, and as long as your heart is intact, you can regenerate. Well, it’s more like a nucleus. But it still pumps and thumps like a human heart.
And he can feel it on the tip of his cock. It’s drifted down inside you and pounding with your excitement. Now that’s something you never see in the videos.
“Shit— how’s that for havin’ yer heart in the right place, bon? Gonna fockin’ kill me with tha’ little trick—“
He almost asks if you’d let him take a video when he’s about to cum, but he decided to savor this moment between the two of you. Drool falls from his panting mouth as he watches the ribbons of cum shoot from him, his spend collecting into a neat little suspension in your glossy gel. He’s already dreaming about taking you out somewhere just like this— so everyone can see what you let this nasty mutt do to you.
And god… he can’t wait for the next full moon. He’s never found someone who can take his full cock and knot when he’s transformed, but he’s pretty hopeful about you. And god, the size of the load he’s gonna give you, watching it all spill while you’re locked together.
Supernatural Au where Jaafar Jackson is a siren but uses his hypnosis on us (his gf or partner) to make sure we’re taking care of ourselves if we’re too engrossed in something and forgot to do it.
Siren!jaafar x fem!reader
★彡 “listen to my voice. Take care of yourself.”
supernatural au. established relationship. fluff.
Eyes burn while you type away an essay for your report. You work as an assistant for a company, a fashion one since you clearly can’t just stay in retail and act like working there would be nice.
Living in a world where things aren’t as normal as people think.
There are humans, ghouls, and hybrids.
You’re just a human, a plain female human who apparently is dating a siren who’s well known to the world thanks to his family and his voice that brings people to be drawn to him.
Most girls would be drawn to his looks.
He was the one who was drawn to you instead of you being drawn to him.
But enough about how you were up at twelve in the morning typing down the report. Jaafar had walked into the shared bedroom. His eyes glistened from the lamplight.
“Have you eaten?” He asked, his voice soft and alluring whilst you just hummed.
“Uh yeah, I ate.”
“Ate what?” He probed, now sitting on the other side of the bed.
“Pretzels.”
Your answer caused the male to stay silent, biting the inside of his cheek before taking the laptop from you.
“So you haven’t eaten a whole meal.. for the entire day?” Jaafar asked, his voice lower while he glanced at your face. Soaking in how you looked with red eyes.
“I mean yeah, but I’ll be fine baby, just—” you tried to reach for your laptop only to have Jaafar cup your face with a frown.
“Listen to my voice, take care of yourself.” His voice was soft. More soft than he ever spoke in as ringing rang through your ears as his voice kept replaying like a broken record.
Eyes dilated, you got up dazed with Jaafar by your side. He didn’t want to use his hypnosis on you. But he couldn’t let you not take care of yourself and die to overworking yourself dead.
He watched how you drank at least a good amount of water. As you drank, he made a quick meal while he kept his eyes on you.
He watched you eat, watched you take each bite before you looked up at him.
“I'm sorry, darling. But it was for your own good.” He says, cupping your face and kissing your head before you clocked back. Your pupils are now normal while you looked around confused.
“Wha—”
“It’s time for bed,” Jaafar said sternly, taking your hand, intertwining it as you both walked to the shared bedroom and lay down on the bed.
He watched as you glared at him.
“You used your hypnosis on me..” you said, watching how he smiled sheepishly.
“You haven’t taken care of yourself. I had to.”
You wanted to argue, you wanted to slap his arm and scold him for using his siren-like powers on you. But then again, you made him worry about you. You knew you’ve been dismissing dinner a lot, not eating enough meals, and stressing about projects. So you just sighed and rested your head against his chest.
The mohawk guy from before had stepped back, just enough, that you could see he had… ears? Like cute little dog ears on his head, and a big, fluffy tail. He’s a bit taller than you but possibly the same age?
The next one you notice is dark skinned. He has wings too! Wow.. okay. His are much smaller than your’s though. Whereas your’s are huge, massive things that need to stay curled up at at your back, his are smaller, more colorful ones. Like a parrots’..
Then, you see the man standing in the middle of all of them. Eyes narrowed at you. He has large wings. But not in the way your’s are big. His are long, yeah, but they’re also thick, curved, and taller. Like something you’d read about in a fantasy story or a Wing Of Fire book you definitely hadn’t stolen from your little sister. He looks to be a bit older than you, maybe early twenties?
And, finally… you see the last man. He also has his eyes narrowed at you, though he’s interesting. His body looks like it’s made out of.. Almost smoke? Black smoke, though. He’s leaning against the wall, in the far corner looking like an autistic bastard. He’s dressed in all black, and he has what almost look like cat ears on his head popping through his head. He has a black surgical mask on his face too. Weirdo.
The guy that was sniffing you before runs over once again and practically pounces on you. “John! Theres a new one!!” He yips, excited.
The dragon-ass-lookin’ guy chuckles. “I can see that, Johnny."
You blink in confusion. “Are… all of you named ‘John’?!”
A chorus of laughter follows from the mohawk guy– Johnny –the dragon guy– John?? –and from the parrot guy– What is he like Jonathan or some shit??
/// COD Masterlist - The Cure Masterlist ///
an: so sorry this one is short. I just really wanted to get descriptors out 😭😭
General Warnings: Mostly fluff. Reader is female and is described as rather small and chubby. Reader is clumsy. Reader has a very large family. Characters may act out of character. Poor grammar is likely. Cussing. Part 1???
Note: Monster! 141 belongs to @bluegiragi
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Price watches you through the window.
Truthfully, he isn't sure how he and his team ended up here. One day they were being chased by a bloody team of zombies/cannon fodder, the next- he's laying on this extremely cozy bed (although it is a bit small) with his wounds nicely patched.
Soap has gone hunting with the other women.
Ghost is satisfied that they're all safe in this... rather massive cottage and has been snoring away in the next room for the past hour.
Gaz has told him that he's going to just fly around and keep an eye out- just in case if the enemies somehow find themselves through the dense woods and into this clearing.
They really were lucky, Price thinks. According to you, the woods were a force themselves. Navigating through it, especially at night, is practically impossible. Compasses don't work. There's no signal and, of course, any type of aircraft just fail here. The woods are miles long and unless you packed enough supplies- it's suicide to dive back in and try to find your way out. It's just that sometimes the woods can help you, and sometimes the woods just gives you Mother Nature's middle finger and kills you. So there's that.
Naturally, the team was suspicious.
1) The explanation made no sense.
2) They were just outnumbered by a ton of enemies and to stumble upon this welcoming lot is... well, it's too good to be true, yeah?
3) You and your family are just way too happy.
3.1) There are no guys in your family. Your mother stated that men generally just wandered in, the family would treat them, and then they go away by themselves after a few nights.
3.2) Honestly, all of you look the same. Maybe there's like, a difference in hairstyles, body types, and obvious age gaps between the women here and there, but Jesus… Gaz has already made the mistake of confusing you, your cousins, your many sisters, and other random girls multiple times last night.
3.3) Scratch out the 'massive cottage' you guys claimed it to be. It's a mansion. Your 'family' is very large. There are many aunts, other women, cousins, other girls that were adopt into the family- Just no men. All living under the same roof and might as well be an army itself with how efficient you all did your tasks.
That said, it's very rude to point guns at innocent, clueless civilians. You, an adorably chubby, little bumblebee-hybrid (identifiable by the two rather pathetic buzzing wings behind your back), opened the door to them last night and stared blankly at their guns before cheerily ushering them in without freaking your head out. Next thing they knew, they got some quality homecooked meals cooked and served before them, plenty of drink (the honey mead everyone shared is excellent), proper treatment with their wounds (with... herbs), and warm beds. Ghost had stayed up the whole night and snooped around (just in case) but reported nothing interesting except for a few old hunting rifles and some overdue library books. Yes, each girl did carry a tiny foraging knife, but he's pretty certain they could still punt them like footballs ten at a time.
Morning comes- the team properly introduce themselves without being too specific of their occupation. There was a great deal of oohing and aahing as Price unfolded his one wing. His smoke did cause one girl to faint and her mother quickly asked for Price to... stop. He did his best and has, for now, stopped smoking his cigar. Everyone just steered clear from Ghost. Many children were petting Soap's head and playing with his fluffy tail, and others were stroking Gaz's wings.
Despite all the attention, Price's gaze is always on you. Maybe it was because of the fact that he's seen you first. You were just the cutest out of all of them. He wanted to whisk you away just to squish every soft part of your body and have you cuddled up beside him in his nest back home.
He's sorely disappointed to be told that he needs to return to bed so that his wounds can heal faster. No matter. The window gives him a very nice view of the clearing outside. Some girls are tending to the farm. Others are beekeeping. Plenty have gone to the outskirts of the forest to forage or hunt. Soap has offered to go out with the girls and they gladly accepted his help.
(Tomorrow, he'll get off of this bed and join everyone too.)
Right now, you're picking the berries in your garden. It's amusing to watch you. Sometimes you bend over to pluck a few pretty flowers too- he's gotten a very nice view of your plump arse here and there. He's watched you buzz your small wings to just barely get a foot in the air and pluck an apple off the tree. Oh, how he wished to simply go out to lift you up himself... Your weight would be nothing to him.
From his observations, he's smartly deduced:
Your body is round. Your little wings aren't designed for distance.
He loves the way you'd burrow your nose into any flower. Sometimes you remind him of Johnny's eagerness by the way you'd get a bit too enthusiastic and faceplant into the bed of flowers to take in the scent.
Price watches you get up, bump into your cousin (or is it sister? Or is this another girl? He couldn't be arsed), and the two of you collectively squeaked and apologized at the same time. Adorable. Fascinating. Beautiful. He hasn't felt this way ever since the time he xaight the glimpse of the shiny Excalibur in that stupid rock.
The lunch horn has been blown. He's been told that today's meal would be freshly baked bread and creamy chicken with wild rice soup. There’ll be tea and coffee for the drinks.
This is @animelover-fanart347 and I’s Monster Au where Caine is just buff and has his chest out and everything. Well, Ragatha really appreciates it and honestly who could blame her
