#monster zero x reader

[jorkinthepeenits]

Request | fem!reader x ghidorah | word count 1246

TW: Smut, primal play, noncon

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God help you. Ghidorah takes up the sky as it stands before you. Lightening dances around it. All three heads lean down tasting the air with forked tongues, tasting you. Its wings and body brace, waiting. What for?

You back up. One step. Nothing changes. Then another. Nothing. A few more steps, quicker this time. It tenses and flashes its teeth at you in a grin. Fuck. It wants a chase.

There’s nothing you can do but run and by god do you run. It gives you maybe a two minute head start before it’s after you. The earth shakes as it closes the distance behind you. A wing lunges forward, closing off an escape route. You change direction, only for the second wing to close you off there too. You spot a gap in the ground, big enough for you to crawl into and you scramble in.

Hot breath steams at the opening. It can’t get to you here, but it tries. A tongue slides its way down the gap giving you one rough lick from bottom to top. It pulls back and you feel the air electrify with excitement. The other heads want a taste too. You hear snarling and bickering above as they fight for who gets to try next. One tongue glides in a time. Each taking its time licking up your thighs and chest, between the gaps at your clothes. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. The split of the forked tongues twitching and writhing at your peaked nipples, at the sensitive skin to the sides of your pussy, sends whimpers escaping through you. They beckon you to come out.

You snap out of the pathetic display and remember you have a gun holstered on you. You aim out the gap and fire a few rounds. You hear screeching and thunder, then silence. A scream cracks through the air and the ground above you begins to tear. Claws scratch at the entrance, trying to break apart the rocks above you. Eyes look in between the clawing and dilate as they land on your shaking body.

The gap is giving way. Heads bite at the ground, desperate for a piece. The tongues multiply in the space, licking fervently, hungrily, intoxicated by your taste. A new exit is torn up in the chaos and you crawl your way out and get back to sprinting. You make it nearly a hundred feet away before the right one notices and screeches at the sight of you.

You’re yanked to a halt by your shirt, tearing the back of it off. In retaliation, you spin around and empty the rest of the clip at the head that got you. The bullets hit it like flicks on skin. Cute effort. The others let out a laugh that sounds like a hyena being gutted. It loses its patience, snatching the gun from your hands and atomizing it in front of you in a flash of light.

The rest of your top falls of your body and you can feel the air shift. All of it stares at you, breath heavy, sparks arching in its mouths. Your skin flushes in embarrassment, but not enough of it, no. It wants your shame. The right head lurches forward and locks its jaw around you. Teeth poke all around your torso, holding you in place. The left one slowly hooks a tooth into the gap of your pants and pulls. The button pops, then the zipper, then the tooth brushes just over your clit and tears the inseam. Your legs squirm.

The right head moves to pull you up by the hair. It wants you to look at it, to watch as it gets hard, as two long dripping cocks slowly unsheath from their base. You punch up at the mouth holding you demanding to be let go, but who are you to be making demands with a god? It drags you closer to them as punishment. They move independently, hitting at your face and teasing between your folds, covering you in slick precum.

You try to turn your body away in disgust and the head angrily throws you aside. You take the chance to try to run again but your body freezes up and collapses. It feels like you just got tased. You lie upward, spasming on the ground trying to catch your breath. The sky darkens above you.

No more games now. His heads sniff your convulsing body and the cocks stiffen up at the pheromones. You couldn’t mask the mix of arousal and fear that reeked from you, and it sent him feral. The first cock plunges into your pussy and you let out a raw, raspy moan. He groans approvingly at the sound and sends buckets of precum pouring inside you. You feel your body stretch and swell from the fluids. The second thrust somehow goes deeper, stretching the tight ligaments holding your womb together. The ache inside you makes your eyes flutter.

His second cock drips at your lips. You turn your head away. It’s too big. They both are. He fucks your pussy harder at your refusal, adding another inch with each thrust. You hold your ground. Then he stops and that’s worse than anything. He pulls out, the ache inside you dies and all the shame finally hits you. You want this so badly. You open your mouth in resignation and he thrusts in.

The girth stretching your mouth makes your eyes water. Any moan or whimper you make gets choked out. You swallow as much precum as you can but every flowing thrust overwhelms you. He gives you short breaks to gag and spit, trying to keep you from drowning in it, only to force his cock down your throat once you’ve caught your breath. You feel his dick bulge along your neck, trying so fucking hard to sink deeper into you.

The air around you grows charged. Two heads grind face down into the ground, growling at the way your tight pussy and mouth grips each cock. The other bites at your waist, jaw trembling as both ends of you are fucked. You can see it as he stares you down. He’s reveling in your pleasure, your shame, and your fear. Fuck does he love your fear. He wants you to be terrified of him, terrified that he’ll bite down and kill you as he comes. And you are. You lie doe-eyed and, like an animal caught in a snare, waiting to be put out of its misery.

The sight of you spit roasted of his cocks with that look send him reaming. You feel his pace change and he sends sparks through you. You become a live wire, muscles clenching hard around his cocks. You feel every vein in them pulsing. Fuuuuck. You reach out and grip on his teeth, needing fucking anything to ground you. Your back arches in his mouth, and you come, crying, spit roasted on him. He follows right behind you. His mouth clamps down firmly in barely held restraint. You watch as the eyes on all his heads roll back. He snarls and pumps cum deep inside you.

He lets you fill up, swell, choke on some. Then he pulls out and lets the remaining pumps pour out all over your body. Hot, translucent gallons of cum smother your body. He spits you out and watches you pant on the ground, admiring the hunt.

[jorkinthepeenits]

fem!reader x male!monster | 1790 word count

TW: noncon, smut, dp,🩸

Ghidorah playlist

You don’t know why you were picked out from a crowd of screaming people, plucked and carried off from the masses to some deserted location with this thing. It should’ve killed you just like the rest of them, but here you are, alive in what feels like the eye of a hurricane. The news were calling it monster zero. Last thing you remember was running to a nearby shelter, terrified, right before you were snatched in an enormous claw. It’s all such a blur.

Wherever you are now, it’s dark. Only an occasional flash of lightening lights up your surroundings. You know you’re not alone. It’s here circling, stalking, you can feel it. How can such an enormous creature be so quiet. Eventually you hear it. A sharp rattling noise signals its presence and it emerges from the darkness, a yellow glow coming from within it. Three massive heads slither toward you. Each of them eyeing you up and down like you’re a snack about to be devoured. One head gives you a lick with a massive forked tongue, longer than your entire body. The other heads contort in a way that almost seems like they’re laughing in amusement.

In a quick motion the right head hooks an insanely long tooth in between your neck and the collar of your shirt and tears your top off. Goosebumps raise on your skin and a shiver runs down you, hardening your nipples. The left one bites at the front of your pants, teeth grazing against your sensitive skin as it tears those off too. It has so much control for something so massive. The middle head lowers to your level and stares you down right before shooting a small electric bolt that jolts through your body, and startles you enough to scream. Your body betrays your fear, slickness coating your folds that doesn’t go unnoticed.

With a smirk, the middle head knocks you to the ground, the two others bite down on each of your arms with enough force to leave little pinpricks of blood on your skin, pinning you to the ground. The middle one wastes no time. It’s forked tongue laps up your pussy, tasting you, swirling against your clit in a motion that makes you squirm. You try to struggle, you try to scream. God anything to make it stop. The two other heads snarl and clamp down harder on your arms. The pain is enough to turn your screams into a whimper. You can feel their tongues too, tasting the little bits of blood coming from where their teeth poked through in a stinging sensation.

The dizzying mix of pain laced with the ache of your clit sends you spiraling. The middle head slides its tongue into your pussy. Your back arches and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes from your lips as the rough muscle stretches you out. A glow climbs up from its neck and conducts through your body like a circuit. Your muscles stiffen up and tremble with the current. The walls of your pussy push back against the violation, fighting to get the tongue out, to stop the overstimulation. It only arouses you more as you can feel every twitch, every contraction and pulse the tongue makes within you. The nerves of your clit fire off at an unimaginable pace. It doesn’t take you long to come all over the monster’s tongue.

It slides out of you, a string of saliva and stickiness trails off its mouth as the head pulls away. The stretch that was there before now leaves your pussy feeling empty. You squirm your legs together and try to hide that feeling. You want more. You want to be full of this thing again. The heads on your arms let you go, giving you a chance to see the teeth marks now taking up so much of your body. You think about running for a moment, but something shifts above you.

Monster zero’s heads rise into the air and its body crawls forward. You look up in awe finally get to appreciate the scale of this beast. Giant wings that reach into the sky. A chest that lights up the night with electricity. Two rattling spined tails. You instinctually crawl backwards in fear and snap out of your own delusion. Your heart’s racing. It has to be done with you, surely. It had its fun toying with you and it won’t be too long now before it swallows you whole.

You don’t have much more of a chance to think about your fate. The left head lowers back down to you and you wince as it yanks you up from the ground by your hair. Once you get your footing, it nudges you from behind with its snout, guiding you closer to its body. You walk, stumbling, weak from what this thing had just done to you. And then you see it. Unsheathing from the base of its tails, two impossibly long… dicks? It was hard to call them that. They were all shaft, thicker at the base and tapered down as they got closer to the tip. They were a shiny bright pink, and seemed to move independently of the other.

You stood before them not entirely sure what to do. They were the size of your entire body, maybe longer. Your hesitation is met with a snarl, roar, and a shot of lightening at your feet from the heads above, as if they were saying “move, now”. You jump and yell at the request and make your way closer to the twin dicks.

You reach out to touch one. It’s covered in a sticky wetness. The heads watch you, waiting. You take both hands and start stroking. A low growl is met with the motion, and large bead of precum forms at the opening on the tip of the cock. The other pushes against your lips, commanding you to open. You clamp your jaw down. You’ll choke if you try to take that. A tail spine cuts into your back, and you cry out in pain, but it’s quickly stifled with the cock being shoved into your mouth. You don’t dare to stop stroking.

Every part of you tries to take it. Your mouth stretching until it hurts. Your throat relaxing to swallow as much of this dick as you can. It’s in vain, of course. You barely make a dent in taking the length, much to its entertainment. You feel the precum pouring into your throat and gag on the quantity of it, making a mess all over your face. Your body is no different. Your arms and chest are completely smeared from the other dick you’ve been stroking. And your pussy? Completely soaked. You can’t help it. Especially after before. You feel needy, desperate to be stretched again despite everything.

The dicks pull away, and you cough and spit, trying to catch your breath. A head knocks you to your knees from behind. Another spins you clockwise with its snout so you’re now facing away from the cocks. One teases at the entrance of your pussy. It rubs on your clit and glides easily around your wet folds. Then it pushes, and you take it all too readily. You bury your face into the ground trying to muffle yourself. You’ve never been filled like this before. Inch by inch it advances until it meets resistance at your cervix. Then it pushes.

Fuck fuck fuck. It feels like it’s going to punch a hole inside of you. It picks up the pace and starts fucking you faster, deeper. The pain in your stomach sends waves of fear through you. You scream, you beg, and instead of trying to silence you, this time a head bites at your hair and lifts it from the ground. It forces you to arch, to see what it’s doing to you. The change in angle letting you take a few more inches of cock.

A wet heat pushes against your ass. You freeze. The second cock teases the entrance of your asshole. “No no no, please, that’s too much.” You beg but it doesn’t care. Painstakingly slow, it makes its way in. The burning sensation is met with the oozing of precum, making it easier to slide just a little deeper. The stretch feels unbearable. Like you’re going to be split down the middle.

Tears stream down your face. The two free heads waste no time in licking those up. They revel in your struggle, licking you up and down. Tongues swirl against your clit and peaked nipples, making you shiver. They force their way down your throat, taking ownership of every part of you. Your pussy involuntarily clamps down on the monsters cock and you feel it throb in response. If this keeps up you don’t know if you’ll be able to stop yourself from coming again.

The cocks thrust in and out of you in an alternating sequence. The period of overlap where they’re inside at the same time grows slowly, preparing you to take them both together. You’re too afraid to think of all the inches it doesn’t put inside of you. You close your eyes and turn your head down as much as it’ll allow, praying for relief, only to open them to your stomach bulging. The lengths pushing into you making your flesh rise then sink back down in a motion that feels like being gut punched over and over.

The pace changes, becoming more irregular and desperate. The hold on your hair gets tighter forcing you to arch your back even more. The other heads bite down on your body with barely held restraint. Enough to mark but not to kill. The hot breath flushes your body at a faster rate. And then there’s the current again. You can feel it rising and falling through you with the rhythm of the thrusts. It’s getting close and god so are you.

It all comes to a head. The current within practically forcing you to come. Your walls tighten on the cocks and Monster zero cries out in a rasped roar as it finishes inside you. Deep, slow thrusts that pause as you feel the cum ride up the shafts and pour into you. One pump, two… three. Thick hot ropes, the sheer quantity of which is too much for your body to hold. The pressure causing excess to sputter out of your ass and pussy making a mess on your legs.

The cocks pull out slowly and with a pop that releases that last bit of pressure from inside you. You’re hollowed out. Both of you breathing heavy, one of you looking far worse for wear.

[jorkinthepeenits]

Fluff! 3 heads, 1 heart

fem!reader x king ghidorah | 1052 words

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For weeks now, Ghidorah’s been coming to visit you. Every morning, he waits by your front door to greet you, to kiss you, and of course to be kissed back. The current in his chest hums the moment he sees your smile. But a part of him wishes he could rip this side right out of him.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this, he’s never felt it before, and for a human no less. He’s a god, a three headed beast of hurricanes and chaos. So why? Why does the mere sight of you make his heart thunder in his chest? There’s rumors among other kaiju that he’s grown soft, and if they find out about this, about you, he’ll never hear the end of it. Ghidorah shakes off the thought. No one, no one, can know about this. He wants this feeling to die.

He’s acts a menace. Lashing out and picking fights constantly, as if that’ll make that warmth inside him go away. He tries to avoid you. Maybe the feeling will fade? But the further he flies from you, the more the strings that tug at his heart stretch, begging to snap back to you. He can’t take it. He’ll find a way to have it both ways, he just… hasn’t thought that far ahead yet.

He sneakily waits outside your place, well, as sneaky as a dragon the size of a skyscraper can be. He tucked behind some trees, heads checking the sky for any signs of other kaiju roaming above. You walk out the door. The coast looks clear but right as he’s about to step out, a distant roar cracks through the air. Another monster, Rodan, is circling ever closer. Ghidorah panics. He should leave right now, but you spot him hiding and can’t help but choke out a laugh when you spot him.

“I can see you!” You try really hard not to cackle as he squishes himself smaller behind the short trees. His massive body and wings poke out of the leaves. He looks ridiculous and the worst part is he knows it. Rodan is closer, scouring the ground. He steps out exposed, defeated, but trying not to wear it on his wing, lest anyone notice.

“Hi,” you give him a cute little finger wave. He doesn’t bother looking at you. Or rather he can’t, because whenever he does, that glow in his chest turns into a damn light show. It’s so embarrassing. “I missed you, y’know? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” He huffs at your greeting, his eyes looking up, waiting for Rodan to pass over this agonizing moment. His coldness hurt, so you move along with your day, leaving him to panic and brood.

Rodan finally flies past. How much of that he saw is unknown to Ghidorah. You’re already long gone when the heads start arguing. ‘Fuck. That was terrible, and now she must think we don’t care about her,’ the thought makes him spiral. The left head whines wanting to go after you. The right is snarling, pissed off at how poorly that went. The middle bashes his skull into the ground, groaning, until… ‘I have an idea. It’s foolproof, surely. We’re gonna win here back, question is… how?’

Ghidorah soars until he spots what he’s looking for. Times Square. Crowds scream and empty out when he lands, but he’s not after them. He’s looking at the screens.

‘What do humans even like?’ On one screen, a trailer for some flashy action movie. The right head thinks up something that would really impress you, but the others disagree. On another, a perfume commercial with a woman in a field of flowers. ‘Yes, that’ll work.’ It 2 vs 1, and Ghidorah flies off, feeling inspired.

Now, he needs to be quick about this. His left and middle head are tearing up an orchard, ripping trees from the ground. The right is keeping watch for any kaiju. ‘Hurry up. This idea is stupid,’ he complains. The three of them bicker, getting progressively more upset, only stopping when they hear the shriek of somebody else.

‘How long has Rodan been standing there?’ His eyes dart between Ghidorah and the blooming trees, and then he smirks. He knows.

Shit.

Rodan cries out a high pitched laugh. Ghidorah fumes, but the heads look at eachother in gleeful agreement. ‘Maybe we can incorporate the other idea after all.’ The electrified look he gives Rodan, makes his smile drop. ‘Should’ve minded your business.’

The next day, you step outside once again to a surprise. Flies buzz around Rodan’s decapitated head, crushed beneath Ghidorah’s foot. He puffs up his chest, looking as stoic as a statue, but his heart races a mile a minute. Surrounding him, pink cherry blossom trees are piled all around, completely uprooted. ‘Do you think she’s impressed?,’ the left asks the others.

You walk right past him, giving him the same cold shoulder he gave you the day before. He screeches and blocks your path, whining, nudging you to go back and see what he brought you. You ignore him, secretly giddy inside.

He sulks off, a thundercloud forming above. He looks kinda cute when he’s a little pissed off. It downpours. In his anger, he fries Rodan’s head to a crisp with his electric breath. ‘This was stupid,’ He slouches over, staring at the ground. The sound of water ringing on metal makes him turn around.

You stand there filling up your water bottle in the rain. “Thanks for the refill,” you smile and step next to him. He tucks you under his wing, not wanting you to get too cold. Gentle thunder rolls, the droplets making small tapping sounds as they hit the webbing. You lean into him and he coos gently, looking at you with melancholy eyes.

“You know I love you too right?” You glance up at him. His eyes brighten up when he realizes what you just said. “And this was cute. Well maybe not-,” you look at Rodan’s charred head and decide to not mention it. “It’s…the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me.” Ghidorah looks at your glistening eyes, sparkling from the light in his body, and decides right there that he’d do this forever, regardless of what the others think. He plucks a flower from one of the trees and sticks it in your hair.

[jorkinthepeenits]

Okay lowkey my ghidora addiction has come back to life GULPSSS is it alright if you make one with a female reader but fluff? Like I know Ghidorah would probably blow my head off but like I just wanna give all three heads kisses and affection (bonus points if theres lipstick marks LMFAO) you dont have to do this though! Just take this as a half request and half yap about how much I love ghidora lol

Ghidorah x fem!reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff, 💋

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You follow the noise until you spot him. Ghidorah seems to be arguing with himself. His left head is crying out and shying away from the other two. His middle one is reaching out, trying to get it to come closer. His right is growling at them both, clearly over whatever is happening.

As you approach they all notice you. They hiss and rattle their tails. You raise your hands and slowly walk forward to his left head. It snarls and pulls away as you get closer, and sparks fly in the other’s mouths. You freeze, trying to show you aren’t a threat. “Can I look at you?”

He hesitates at your request and looks to his neighbors for some form of validation. They don’t give him any. He thinks about it, then slowly lowers down to you. You can see he’s hurting and scared. You’re scared too. He’s got a large broken rod of metal poking out its cheek. You reach for it and he growls. “It’s ok”, you assure him. “It’s going to hurt but I’ll try to be quick.”

You grip the rod with two hands and brace. He whimpers as you pull it, and you feel the others watching you. If you fuck this up they won’t be happy. You give one big pull and the rod slowly drags out. You toss it aside and he whines as he licks the sore spot. “Here, I know what’ll make it better.” You plant a kiss right next to the wound. Your lip gloss leave a glistening pink mark on his cheek.

The others watch the scene slack-jawed. The left head coos and nuzzles into you. He gives a smug look back to the others, showing off his cutie mark and returns the favor with a lick on the cheek. It messes up your hair and you don’t mind, but the middle does. He complains to the left and moves in to fix you.

He tries to tuck your hair back into place but nothing seems to make it quite right. He shakes his head, growing frustrated with his own inability. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.” He ignores you, still trying, and you plant a kiss right on his nose. He pulls away quickly, surprised. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna scare you.”

That seemed to offend him. He puffs himself up and hisses like a viper, lightening flashing in the back of his throat. It’s very impressive. You and the left head snicker and he growls in response, but his ego is deflated. He slinks back over to you shyly and you try to reassure him. “I thought you were intimidating.”

Begrudgingly, Ghidorah’s wings wrap around you and drag you closer to his body. An electric hum coming from his chest sounds like purring. He feels so warm, nestled next to you like this. You pluck some dandelions off the ground and adorn the horns of the left and middle. “They match your scales.” You spot the right head looking away from the whole display, feigning disgust.

“Do you want a kiss too?” He doesn’t even look at you when huffs at the question. The middle head grumbles at him, telling him to be nice. You’re a little disappointed but revert your attention to the other two. You pepper them with kisses, littering faint stains on their faces. Ghidorah’s right head can’t help but peek.

The lack of attention gets to the better of him. He shoves his neighbors away and bows his head down, demanding a kiss. You giggle and plant your lips on the bridge of his nose. You thought he’d be happy, but he lets out an angry screech after you pull away. “I don’t understand!”He flashes his teeth and presses his nose to his neighbor’s face, or rather the marks you left on his face. “Oh!”

You pull out your lipgloss and reapply. He watches you, trying very hard to be patient. Once you’re done, you call him back down to you. He sniffs at your lips, they smell like vanilla and berries, before bowing his head again. This time, the kiss you leave lasts. He’s more content now, but turns his face in all directions, wanting a mark on every scale.

You spend the rest of your time dividing your attention between all of Ghidorah. “You’re so beautiful, you look like you’re made of gold”. His body lights up in a warm yellow hue as you whisper sweetnesses to him. “Mmm and you’re so warm too”. He squeezes you close to him. Every kiss you give is reciprocated with a little static shock that makes you jump as it lands.

As night rolls in, he curls around you. A steady shower of rain is summoned for you to relax to. The droplets reflect his light, making the rain look like liquid gold. He watches your eyes shimmering as it pours down, entranced.