#monster relationships

[majo-tsukiko]

(Digitally Downloaded/Robotic) Dr. Harley Sawyer x Monster Fucker Player (You) Headcanons/Fic (PART 1)

• When you first meet Harley in the train, Harley is genuinely confused why this….germ is trembling whenever he starts talking. You had been warned about the Doctor but FUCKING HOT DAMN nothing could’ve prepared you for the baritone of a voice he had.

• He eventually leans into the idea of manipulating you for his own selfish gain. You don’t really see the red flags right now…the eyeball man has a really sexy voice.

• Throughout the different tests Harley arranges, Harley discovers you aren’t as dumb as he originally thought. You let Harley monologue and giggle at his strange questions and observations. You’ve also learned that irritating him is relatively easy, you do this often and he yells at you with no real threat, for now.

• You randomly flirting with him and the idea of him NOT being human = Hot makes him short circuit; he is genuinely not accustomed to people openly enjoying him or his company. You get berated with empty threats for this, they make you laugh. You’re starting to understand his personality and he is utterly confused by yours.

• Player sees one of the robotic bodies and is immediately fascinated by the work and Sawyer is speechless for once. You’re supposed to be fucking scared and here you are obsessing about damn robots. HIS robots… him.. Harley can’t help but find you interesting and starts turning more of his attention on you exclusively.

• You continue to let him monologue, but now you ask clarifying questions: Why is that important to you, what do you gain from doing this, will this make you happy?

• These questions cause Harley to short circuit again, he’s struggling to understand you and your deeply invasive nature. You’re loud, you laugh too much, and you somehow know how to ask questions that make him reflect a little deeper than anticipated. Why do you see him??

• You are now a labeled as “anomaly” instead of… no no…wait… you’re still a germ but you’re now his germ because you’ve piqued his interest. You’re an invasive species of germ that’s infectious even to him. He never flat out says “You’re mine” rather…it would be “irresponsible” to leave you unmonitored and not under the “scientific scrutiny” of a doctor as knowledgeable as himself… yeah okay dude lmao

• Harley hovers around you, whether that on the cameras or with a robotic body, he’s always near you in some capacity he is helping you through the damn factory whilst talking to you about scientific studies he accomplished before things went…left. You’re basically inseparable though… if you ask him, you will get called a delusional idiot and some creative analogies describing how idiotic you sound (it’s totally not that he LIKES you or anything)

• You make a game of how many insane things can you say to him until he short circuits and you’ve basically realized by now…

• Harley’s a god damn Tsundere, and you’re going to enjoy torturing this poor creature.

[belleillumina-writes]

fascinations: wrists

pairing:

vampire x reader character notes:

reader: has breasts, vagina, and vulva

vampire: has breasts, vagina, and vulva

pronouns used: she/her, they/them

established relationship

content details:

implied sex and implied bondage.

word count: 841

author notes:

english isn't my native language, if you see anything that is iffy, feel free to tell me.

do not use, publish, reproduce or post anywhere without my explicit permission.

requests and askbox are open.

It was an old movie that caused it, but it was your attempt of what it showed that started your lover's heightened awareness. Even more than the fact that wrists were just a special spot for sustenance for her kind, and that she had fed from your wrists before. For it lived rent-free in her mind and infected every thought with an intensity that demanded more thought.

It was a simple movement when put in the context of the whole, really. A graceful showing of one's wrist from a long sleeve. To entice. To seduce. One that when you tried, you've laughed, deciding you've failed. And they were inclined to agree. They had seen plenty that did it with ease and mastery, some of them were their lovers, and they would even deem themselves an expert of such craft. That was your first attempt too, so it made sense, and they had readily offered to teach you.

"Nah." You had giggled, crow's feet deepening, as you leaned against her side. "It's just a curiosity of the moment. I'll just look silly." "Not at all." Of that, she was adamant. You had kissed her cheek and let the matter go, returning to watching and moving on to different topics.

A curiosity of the moment. For her? What happened a few days later proved that it was apparently not.

"Is something the matter?" You had asked as you were finishing dressing up for the day, pausing midway dabbing your wrists with perfume. You held out your arm toward her. "Hungry?" She had blinked and realized how she looked. Topless, bent forward and in the process of wearing her pants, halfway putting a leg in. She wasn't even aware how long she had been like that, balancing in one leg and watching. What she was sure though was her gaze on your wrists. "Oh, is it time to change my perfume?" You pulled your arm back and brought your wrist to your nose, taking a deep breath. "No. It's fine. I'm fine." She carried on her paused dressing and straightened, moving to get the rest of her clothes. "I was just thinking."

And more thinking. And even more thinking. Trying to figure out answers to questions and the more that they revealed beneath. Attempts of uncovering the root of it all. Maybe something profound, even with all her years among the living. Maybe something simple that she had missed.

What you were aware of amid it all are these:

The roughness of her thumb as she traced a line on your wrists. The chill, known. How they grew warm, familiar. The action already one of routine and comfort, a companion to your chats and cuddles.

The prick of coming pain and its fulfillment in the sinking of her fangs. Momentary adrenaline. Rushing pleasure. Floating bliss. Part of you consumed; needed, wanted, and treasured. Gratitude murmured against healing skin, then expressed against your lips. The scent of iron, strong enough that you could taste it against your tongue.

The smoothness of silk wrapped around them in intricate knots that ended in a bow. Her weight on your lap. Her warmed fingertips following the lines of your arms, while their keen eyes held yours. A question in them that you've reassured again and again, surprised at the embarrassment that colored her tone as she huffed a chuckle. "I'm often the one tied up, you know." "Remind me to ask you in how many, and what ways." You kissed her cheek to assure her further. "Oh no." Her expression spoke the opposite.

The press of her lips. Full, heavy in a way that even her nose was pushed against your flesh. Then, a deep inhale, taken slow. Her eyes fluttering close, as if experiencing a moment separate from the world. An exhalation, in time with her eyes opening and seeking yours. The chill of the physical sensations minimal against the warmth that drowned it. For in these moments, when she looked at you, she looked alive, content, happy.

With you.

And through the days she failed to find a satisfying answer, realized instead she had accepted the fascination that rendered such need to uselessness.

"What's with you?" You asked, nuzzling against the top of her head as it rested on your shoulder. "Hmm?" "These past days." "Ah." A caress of your wrist, then a clasping of your hand. A squeeze. A content sigh. "Realized another reason why I love you." "And will I get to know it?" A kiss upon your hand and a sweet smile. "Once I have the words."

In that acceptance, a reinforcement of a wish she ever kept deep in her undead heart.

May I be worthy of holding you in my arms, Be strong enough to protect the pulse of your life. May I be the person right to stay by your side, Blessed with each moment— —a witness— —loved—

You watch as she gulped a breath and the ages of the world reflect in her gaze.

"Once I have the words."

[domestically-loving-monsters]

I think a preference fic would be cute. Could I request one about how different creatures interact with their S/O? How much they touch/are intimate, if they’re the jealous/possessive type, if they’re content with simply seeing their partner and knowing they’re there. Household quirks and domestic fluffy facts. Basically how their relationship is. Stuff like that? With neko, kitsune, werewolf, lich, incubus, and a naga if that’s alright?

I love domestic type writing!! Of course I’ll write it!

[majo-tsukiko]

*•~Curiosityyy take it up with me*•~

I’m foaming at the mouth— YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW BAD I NEED DAT

Fuck The Absolute, let this bitch burn TF DOWN but I need dat DESPERATELY

Til the room F U N K Y

Til the paint peels

Til our bodies are reclaimed by the earth.

Likeeeee I JUST bought the game and I’m annoyed I can’t make my Guardian a mindflayer off the rip because I DONT WANT TO SEE ANYTHING CONCEIVABLY NORMAL.

If Emps looked inside my mind, all he will see is monster fucking debauchery!!!!

All he would have to do is SHOW UP and “Baby girl~” me and I’m—

That man would never know mental peace again!!!!! Every mission I’m flooding his mind with us fucking nasty style and us being happy together.

He’s falling in love. I swear to god he is falling in love wimmeeee

[majo-tsukiko]

So far out of the Duskwalker Brides series, A Soul to Touch is my favorite.

I really hate reading monster smut/fiction where the main character is hesitant/disgusted about their desires. Don’t pmo

Bitch….Let that monster eat the coochie??

Yes baby be in a relationship with that monster???

Let him take you to his cave and then freak it??????

[majo-tsukiko]

My need of Harley Sawyer is giving me FUCKING BRAIN WORMS.

Cease thissssss stop this torture pleaseeeeeee

I canttttttttt (I absolutely will)

[majo-tsukiko]

I want to stick my fingers in its nose slits. And then I would bite the shit out of its tentacles.

I need to poke and prod it.

Then fuck it.

I really need to bite it hard 😃

[majo-tsukiko]

I just started reading A Soul to Keep and my gods!!!!

🫠🫠🫠

It should be MEEEE—

MEEEEEEEEEE