Humanoid Monster

Humanoid Monster

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Graves followed Mother Maia as she got everyone fed and clothed the babies. The wit was other humans, most of them worked with the infants. Most of the older children begin to pack up and head out.

“Where are they going?” Graves asks as Gaz and Soap follow the herd of children.

“School.” Graves gives her a shocked expression before nodding and following her.

“Maia,” a woman walks in.

“Ruth,” Mother Maia nods.

“We have a new one.” Behind Ruth was a small vampire girl, she was pale and small. Mother Maia sighs and walks closer to the child.

“She’s blind and her drinking fangs were pulled out,” Graves froze and moved closer to the child, his blood boiled, who would do this? Who would hurt a young child?

“Who brought her in?”

“I don’t know she was left there,” Mother Maia sighs and she covers where her eyes should be.

“Alright leave her to me until the other vamps come back then they can figure out the story.” Ruth nods and walks out, her hooves clicking on the ground.

“You're going to let children figure it out—”

“Not all children trust humans, not all children trust other monsters,” Mother Maia interrupts picking up the shaky child. the little girl’s mouth begins to water as she smells human, but as her mouth opens her fangs clearly broken off. Vampires’ fangs don’t grow back.

“How do you feed her?” Graves asks. This was his kind, though he has no love for others not of his blood, and even if their his his level of love is low, for the monster runs on strength and power. Graves couldn’t help but pity this pathetic thing.

They walk into the kitchen and she reaches into the blood bank refrigerator and pulls out a blood bag, type O. Type O is the most palpable for vampires, it wasn’t offensive or overly tasty just nourishment. The little girl begins to babble her words foreign.

“Все в порядке, пей из этой соломинки,” Mother Maia said in Russian. Graves stiffened, this Mother knew Russian, was she originally from Russia? Maybe that’s how she knows Makarov.

“How do you know Russian?” Graves asks leaning against the door. The little vampire sucks greedily for the blood.

“Switzerland teaches other languages, it’s a point all the nurses, and orphanage workers know at least two languages for communication.” Mother Maia said before walking over to the phone and calling her counterpart.

“Abraham,” she calls, “Yes I need one of the older vampires, Dimitri to come back we have a new fledgling.” Mother Maia set the child down at the dining room table.

“Why do you wear a veil?” Graves asks. She looks over the outline of her head twisting to him.

“I’m disfigured by war, these children seem enough horror let them not see another one.”

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Soap crouched down with the other werewolves, all of them trying to beat him at arm wrestling. “Ye’r gaun doon,” Soap laughs as all the young werewolves fail to beat him.

“What’s yer opinion o' Mither Maia,” all the werewolves stop and turn to him.

“Why do you care?” Liam asks, as the alpha of this pack Delta.

“Is she a guid mither ” Soap asks. Liam looks around before sighing.

“You don’t like her,” Liam said with a smirk.

“She’s a vicious killer, she kills oor kind —”

“She kills you, not us. We aren’t soldiers,” Liam growls his fangs shown. Soap glares at Liam and leans back in his seat.

“How come dae ye defend her?” Soap asks. The pack growls and storms off.

“Don’t mind them,” Soap looks up to take the ancient dragon Abraham, a legend in the monster community one of the elder dragons. “They were raised by her Liam especially, he was a runt and she spent her time raising him.

“When did she stop being the pale death?” Gaz asks from across the room, his feathers covered in glitter and glue random colorful duck feathers glued to him. Abraham stroked his beard before sighing.

“She was coming from the Americas and went through Alaska to get to Europe. Meet up with a human PMC and continue to Switzerland. With her daughter.”

“She has a daughter?” Gaz asks.

“Priscilla,” Gaz from, and his jaw set angrily. “She also had a small pack of baby werewolves with her, pack Delta. She was disfigured by a werewolf that tried to kill the pack.” Soap felt his blood run cold.

Pack Delta looked strong healthy a good squad of boys that make fine soldiers. Who would try to kill them?

“So they were her first pack?” Abraham nod.

“Then as other werewolves came in they found allegiant to different packs. Werewolves are the biggest military population most were outcasts.” Soap nods, werewolves are notorious for having strict rules for soldiers and regulations to become a soldier.

“How old is Mother Maia?” Gaz asks standing up but small harpies cling to his arms giggling as if this was all a game. Gaz picked up one of the harpies girls.

“She is rather young in human age, ask Priscilla, she knows the most about Mother Maia.”

“How come dae ye ca' her Mither Maia?” Soap grumbles like an annoyed puppy.

“It is only natural we give respect to each other. I have the name of Grandfather. She is very respectful she protects her children and so do I,” the old dragon said smoke smoldering from his mouth an obvious threat to these soldiers. He went back to his Victorian pipe smoking calmly.

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“Why does everyone respect her?” Gaz asks.

“Who knows,” Soap grumbled.

“Let’s hope the others have information.”

“Alright men,” Laswell said sitting around the table.

“Mother Maia is disfigured,” Graves said.

“Priscilla is her daughter,” Gaz added.

“The Harpy?” Ghost grunts out. Gaz nods.

“One of the wolf packs was with her before they arrived in Switzerland. She moved in from North America through Alaska through Russia to Switzerland.” Soap adds in.

“Gaz will you ask Priscilla about this Mother Maia.” Graves asks.

“Alright, I have flight training later this day, Ghost what did the Gargoyles say?” Gaz asks.

“They stonewalled me.” Soap sighs and leans back in his chair.

“Why is she… so mysterious?” Laswell mumbles mostly to herself.

“Who knows.”

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Gaz looked at Priscilla who was wrapped up in a blanket as the night was cold. The small harpies flapped their wings hard in the air trying to fly higher and higher. Gaz promises to give the highest flyer a daring race in the air.

“Priscilla,” Gaz walks closer keeping one eye on the little chicklings, the other on Priscilla. She was a very beautiful young woman.

“Yes?” She said her accent was the very Hispanic accent.

“How old is your mother?” Priscilla frowns and thinks about it.

“She’s only a few years older than me, I’m seventeen and she’s twenty-seven.” Gaz eyes widen.

“She’s that young?” Gaz's mouth fell open.

“We harpies age slower so the age difference really looked grande but she isn’t that much older than most of us.” Gaz nodded and then another thought came into his mind.

“Why did she become the Pale Death?”

“To protect us, we were hunted so Sue hunted them back.” The further he learns about Mother Maia the more she becomes a saint. It was so fucking creepy.

“How did you two meet?”

“I was kicked out of my nest after my wings were ripped off she picked me up and that’s it,” Priscilla said as the younger harpies began to fall out of the sky Gaz went to catch everyone before they got hurt.

“Your mother,” Gaz said as all the chicklings ran to Priscilla and hid in her blanket for warmth. “Did she ever hurt you?” Priscilla said quickly but her tone was unusually shaky not due to the cold but to nervousness.

“You're scared of her.”

“She can be intimidating and harsh but she never hurt us.”

Gaz nods. Mother Maia isn’t all that saintly.

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Does Baby Daddy! Simon still love reader? Does he ever wish they could have had more kids so their daughter could have siblings? I just need the knowledge if he still loves reader even though he divorced them for their protection 😭

Also, really obsessed with your nontoxic baby daddy! Simon headcanons 💕💕

Oh my god thank you! I know Simons is rough and can be scary but I 100% believes he couldn't hurt his family or partner, from his voice lines he wants to be better, wants people to be better than who he is.

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Yes 100% since Reader love him for him, he wishes he still could be married.

Simon doesn't date and if he does it to further the idea he is a single man who never been married or have children, Soap and Gaz have tried to hook him up with girls, theirs a running gag to see how he rejects these woman.

He still sends flowers to Reader on valentines and on their anniversary. Both Reader and Simon don't remarry or date even though they divorce, they still obviously love each other.

If they stayed married I see him having at least a son and two daughter and a dog for a pet. You know he be the dad every boy or girl is scared by except for his kids.

I see he would have a son who likes airsoft guns who likes motorcycles. A sporty oldest daughter who probably fights him on the boys/girls she dates and the youngest daughter who's super girly, always have panted nails. And a chihuahua German Shepard mix (aka a chihuahua with the coat of a German Shepard).

I definitely think on better days Simon does think about having a bigger family, being a family man, but those are only dreams.

can we have more stuff on baby daddy!Simon before the military? and before the divorce?

Definition of a girl dad. Extremely proud of his daughter no matter how his father demeaned him for not having sons like him. His daughter was a quiet well behaved baby which lurned him into wanting a second kid, but further along when he and Reader were financial stable.

You have birth at freshly 17, and it's likely Simon went into the military around 18 to 19 after 9/11. So he has 1 to 2 years before the military.

Ghost dropped out of high school he wasn't the best at school more preoccupied. He did take summer courses to get his GED, when reader have time to look after the baby.

He worked long hours, and come home exhausted and let the baby sleep on him reminding him why he was doing what he was doing. Simon is a kind man, before all the trauma maybe a little bit of a pushover quiet kid. On his days off he takes his kid off to playgrounds, shopping, walks. Was the one who saw most of her early first, first words and first walk.

Simon sacrificed a lot for reader and the baby, he knew Reader was fair smarter than him, and help reader find the perfect college even though it was a little far.

When 9/11 happened he felt his calling and went to reader and said he wanted to join the military, but didn't want to leave her with a young toddler.

She told him to follow his calling, the same words he used on her.

In all Simon went into the army as a loving husband and father, following a high call.

omggg??!!! i think i'm going crazy, soooo hear me out

singledad!könig takes his daughter to reader!therapist to help with her sensory issues and ends up falling in love with this sweet and understanding woman 😭

Single dad! König didn’t go the first… ten times because of work. So the Reader!therapist mostly did things his daughter could do for herself. Reader!Therapist specialize in autism and other neurodivergence. The time Single dad! König joins along Reader!Therapist nearly lost her shit, stumbling and blubbering on. This 6’10” man who had a firm glare and snarl with scars across his face and arms.

On the other hand, seeing Reader!Therapist trying to hide his daughter from him really caught his eye. The entire time it was mostly the Reader!Therapist and Single Dad! König taking, and how autism is presented. While his daughter played with the dry board water paint.

“Young girls with Autism are more likely to try to conform to social norms; however, during puberty and high school, they begin to fall behind their fellow students. Autism never fully comes by themselves, she could also have ADHD, Dyslexia, Seizures, or other Learning Disabilities,” Reader speaks up. König looks over to his daughter who is crouched on her chair playing in the sand, lost in her own world.

From then on Single Dad! König does try to attend as many sessions as possible to see this pretty nice lady that his daughter also likes. Single Dad! König loves all the info dump his daughter does about her therapist's private life. Starts piecing together what Reader!Therapist likes, and later on, when the time is right asks her out.

Baby Daddy Simon

Reliving fond memories

Warnings: 18+, Smut, P in V, romance, mention of drinking

Whisky is the best remedy for a lost soul and the heart's desire.

He smelled of whisky.

You know what that means when he smells like whisky.

You can never tell him no. Not when those soft lost brown eyes stare right into your soul. The sadness melds into heated desires.

"Happy anniversary love," Simon whispers his hand pulls you in, and with his other handing you a bouquet of flowers. You know he had a few drinks, he did so every anniversary after leaving you, you think it's to build the courage to not fully face you.

You take the bouquet and try to pull it out of his grip, but he doesn't let you slide away from him. He buried his face into your hair before peppering her face with light kisses. You hate when he does this but at the same can't help but want it.

You often fantasize about your life before, living life not in hiding. To have Simon in your life proudly rather than sneaking around like star-cross lovers.

"Don't do this to me," You whisper It always brought you heartache afterwards. You slip from his grasp and set the flower in a vase before turning back, “(D/N) Will be coming back around dinner time—“

“That’s plenty of time love,” He whispers pulling you into a slow passionate kiss, You knew he still loved you, from the way he clung to you. His fingers interlocking in yours, how his eyes just searching for you, only you. Simon picked you up effortlessly sitting you on the counter and kissing you as if he was going to suck your soul from your lips, it almost felt nice being desired,

"Simon-"

"we're alone." He whispers, his lips ghosting yours as they part into a slow smile. It’s all in his eyes.

Desire.

Before you know it you’re in your bed— your marriage bed, the one Simon bought and assembled, the one that he helped move to your new place. The same bed you two sleep in here and there.

Simon kissed every inch of your chest as he moved downward, his callous hands pawing at your breast kneading it like he used to when it was painfully swollen before your daughter was born. Your back arched as the cold air-conditioned air hit your skin with his trailing kisses. Simon’s bare shoulders were always scandalous to look at, a man who always covered up seeing him bare-chested is always intimate.

Intimacy was the only thing he cherished more in sex, that and the vulnerability making loves bring. He had locked the bedroom doors, just in case. His hot wet kisses left shivers and goosebumps down to your pelvis, pulling your panties off and dropping onto the floor. Sex was something that Simon took seriously, he knew every inch of your body from what makes you wet, gasps, and pull at his hair.

His tongue swirls around your clit, lapping up at your wetness as he pressed his face further into it, his gaze possessively at you, lust, love, and pure desire staring back up at you. “You’re so pretty, Love,” You gasp and throw your head back, legs locking his head in place as you cum around his tongue. You let out a hoarse gasp and almost guttural moan. Simon chuckles and crawls forward giving you a sloppy kiss his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

You stared down at his cock, your mouth waters, it always waters for it. You almost felt like a virgin again, it’s very rare for the two of you to sleep together. He slowly eases into you, the ethereal feeling of someone you love filling you up, and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His movements were never rough or painful.

His spread is repetitive and you couldn’t hide your voice anymore, the low repetitive snap of his hips, the incoherent mumble of love, down to the way he smelled, everything was just heavenly.

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@yawnderu it’s a long time coming…..

Mini witch story part one

Part 1, Part 3,

Rua walked over to the table last to arrive, her wolf familiar probably ran off to who knows where. She looked exhausted and behind her walking in shame was her familiar, Soap as she calls him. Apparently, when he was a pup he ate a bar of soap.

“You’re late,” Cordelia chimes in a teacup in her hand. As the oldest, she was the first to receive her demonic animal familiar, a big ol’ brown bear. For an old man, he sure can move fast when he is needed.

“I think you should put him through dog disciplinary training,” Sula said, this earned a growl from the wolf.

“Enough,” Rua sighs collapsing into her seat, “we are here for you,” she turns to me. You held onto my cup of milk.

As the youngest, physically, and mentally even though we all started at the same time. You were frozen in time and space. You look around, they are so much older, and time has taken ahold of them.

“Our Sire will give you a familiar,” Ophelia spoke up setting her cup of vodka down. “Then you can leave this Forrest and explore the world.”

“Why do I have to have a familiar?” You ask.

“In your absence, the mortals began a witch trial,” Rua spoke, “your familiar is there to keep you safe.”

“How?”

“In their humanoid form, they have their animal attributes.”

“Like eating Soap?” Your sisters broke out into waves of laughter and looked at the poor wolf who looked down at his feet.

“Do you have any animals in mind?” Cordelia asks.

“Fluffy. Likes to be around me. Strong. Friendly. Not so demanding… a cat.”

The forest grew cold as the trees warp around you all. Soon your Demonic sire who turned you all to witches walked from the trees. You get up and bow to him.

“Little one,” he begins, “I have your familiar.” You feel yourself blooming into a smile. From his hands, a black mass forms and falls to the ground.

Slime.

“WHAT IS THIS?” You shout poking the weird slimy creature. It lunged at you and gripped your leg. You let out the most horrific scream, and kick her leg throwing it off you. “WHY IS IT UGLY?”

From the back, you hear your sister cackling at you. The little slimy black thing slithers towards you. You look up at your Demon Sire who gives you a blank stare.

“Give me a cat!”

“He is very loyal.” Your sire says.

“HES UGLY AND SMALL!” You shout back picking it up with your staff.

“It’s an octopus,” Sula stated calmly. “A delicacy in Asia.”

“I DON’T WANT IT!” You look at your demonic father only to find him glaring at you. You stare at the little black blob, his Beaty blue eyes staring up at you. You think it’s glaring at you.

It moves closer climbing up your bare legs and to your chest. It sat right above your breast and two long appendages moved to your face. Your skin crawls and you feel the ICK coming. You grab it and punt it to the ground.

“ITS A PERV!” You scream and turn to your sisters for help. Rua turns away laughing to herself.

“You can always throw it away in a far-off land.” Ophelia offer.

“Don’t be foolish, our Familiars have an innate ability to find us,” Sula said.

Fear seeps into your skin. This creepy ugly perverted little thing was attached to you forever. You wanted to cry.

Your Sire and sister left you with these things.

It kept trying to climb up your leg.

You grab it by the head and look it over. An idea hit you.

“I can eat you!” You said a creepy smile crossing your face. Its little eyes and tentacles began to thrash around. You shove it into your bag and rush off to get some sauces and some vegetables.

How would you cook it? On a stove? In water? In bread? You shrug it had eight tentacles you had eight tries.

Your cauldron boiling, cutting board ready you grab the ugly thing and a knife ready to slice it up.

It transforms. In front of you is a huge tall man. You stare at his naked form. It glared at you, through a hood, holding your wrist.

“Let go!”

“NEIN!” He growls out his voice higher pitch than you would have guessed.

“Transform!”

“NEIN!” He said again.

“I am your master!”

“Du worst much night essen.” He snaps. He glared at him. You grab his hood and soon tentacles come out gripping your fingers. You screech and yank your hand away. He chuckles.

You wanted to strangle this man.

You finally agree not to eat him, and in return he lets you go. You also forced him into some clothes. You glared at him, and he watched you closely.

You grab your grimoire and put it into your bag. You are traveling, seeing the world! Staff in hand you walk out of the forest.

The sunset was absolutely stunning, the cliffside falls to crystal clear waters. The smell of freedom was intoxicating.

You feel the skin-crawling sensation of suction cups crawling up your legs you look down to see the disgusting thing crawling up your legs and to your boobs again. You grab it and shove it into your bag trapping it inside.

This bitch was ruining your moment. ------------

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