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[kim-monsterlings]

Roan - M Kitsune x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Grapefruit - 18+: repeated mentions of consent throughout, slight dual POV, immediate mentions of penetrative sex (involving a heat/season), reader uses an aphrodisiac (naga venom), kissing, knotting, light biting, receiving fingering, oral and penetrative sex while asleep (+ mentions of previously giving), orgasms by both (+ no protection), allusions to more when reader wakes, slight cum play, reader uses endearment “sweetheart”

Somnophilia: in which an individual becomes sexually aroused by someone who is unconscious

Notes: this is the first of my kinktober stories! Make sure to read the content warnings above.

Word Count: 2255

Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Heat changed for Roan after three years of sharing his seasons with you. 

The first passed with soft kisses, palms warm and cradling your cheeks. Hours of memorising every freckle and dimple were lost in the bed no longer needing blankets. Heat brought you closer than you had been through whispered pillow talk, tracing blemishes marking the path he’d kissed from your collarbones to hips. By far the sweetest of his seasons, you missed it now.

His second came sooner than anticipated, waking you not long after it came to Roan; in the thick of his sleep, an arm curled under your nightgown to hold you still as his hips dragged against yours. Gone were the gentle touches from the year prior, replaced by aching joints from new positions. If Roan needed you, he took you, and you were too eager to stretch and present yourself to him, if only for the stuttered growls and swearing before your underwear tangled at your spreading ankles. 

This heat came early. However sweet it was to know that the love he had for you brought it on too soon, there wasn’t a winter to combat the burn of the season. Trapped now in the height of summer, nothing sated him. 

Much like the first hours together when your love was still blossoming, Roan laid you down with light touches and whispered praises before the pressure of his knot began to swell, until it was all you felt: the pleasure from his hips rolling forward, barely making it past the bedroom doorway before he was kissing your knuckles with a tenderness inherent in every lingering touch and leading you back to the sheets. The urges came sooner and lasted longer. 

You were tired. 

Heat was a struggle for you, too. Naga venom tainted your lips darker until your supply of vials was near depleted. Even with such a potent aphrodisiac soothing the sensitivity from overstimulation, nothing matched Roan’s libido. 

The sweet relief of your last orgasm would only have began to fade when Roan kissed the remnants of venom from your tongue. He stroked himself until you were coherent once more, never fully from the throes of pleasure before he spread your weak legs wider and guided himself back to you. “Need you again,” he’d whisper. “Need you, please. Can I?” 

And with eyelids already low, your hands ran up through the hair of his nape to hold him close. "You know you can." 

Auburn strands tickled your fingertips when you tucked his face to your throat, content to let him feel you flutter around him while you rested, comforted by the run of his hands over your ribs. He always heard your heart as much as felt it when you whined and tried to match the rhythm of his hips; how it sped when he breathed your name and how it raced when your body arched, caught in his never-ending heat. 

Disturbed sleep nearly destroyed you not even seven months ago, and you couldn't spend another season the same way. The plea lingering on your lips was the same from the last season, the thought of it almost sweeter than the faint aphrodisiac.

"Roan?" 

Butterfly kisses tickled in the hollow of your neck. Disrupting peace threatened to incite the urges back, but the ache behind your temples promised to overcome you soon. 

"I'm tired." 

With the same fear of summoning his season, Roan remained tucked against your throat, but the breath pushing his chest closer to yours felt too much like the sting of guilt. His apologies came as often as you took him, the impossible promises of making the next heat easier uttered over and over. Smoothing back the hair curled from your fingers, he pressed his teeth lightly into your shoulder, his remorse quieted by an embrace thick with your scent. 

"Do what you want to me, sweetheart. Just don't wake me." 

Soft ears hidden beneath unruly hair twitched. "Don't - don't wake you?" 

"I trust you. I'm right here, okay? Use me how you want to." While you softened into the depression after days in bed, Roan lifted to his elbow over you and for the first time since his season began, there wasn't a wrinkle to your face from ecstasy nor fatigue. "Let me sleep." 

With how he frowned - the sigh concealed as a kiss to the corner of your lips the last you felt, it was as though the times you had pleasured him while asleep were forgotten. Not during the first heat - not while you were desperate to learn the other’s turn-ons, but deep into the second, he’d begged you. The ruts became so bad you woke, lips soft on his swollen cock until you smoothed the furrow of his thick eyebrows with a hand rubbing what you couldn’t take. 

Until now, he hadn’t needed you so fervently, and heat could only be fought for so long. 

You looked so restful; flushed and tucked beneath a thin sheet, burrowed into a pillow carrying the scent of your arousal. The bedroom was a trap and one he fought to hide from - one breath of your lust beckoned him close, but the grip of his fist was nothing like the clenching of your body around him. Letting you sleep was the least he could do. 

It began with a warmth deep in his stomach, a stirring buckling his knees at the end of your bed. There was still time for him to savour what little freedom he had losing himself, and Roan fell nearly to his stomach and kissed your ankle. He hadn’t ever touched you like this before - without your lifting smile encouraging him closer, and the absence of your blunt nails against his scalp twisted his stomach. Only with your voice still hoarse from pleasure echoing in his head did he press his fingers into your thighs and push your legs wider on the bed, the thin covers thrown behind him. 

His lips dragged from the hollow of your knee over your still glistening legs, a softer kiss laid on the swell of your stomach. Just the light pressure of his knuckles against your slick folds coaxed a muffled sigh from you, still undisturbed, and he hoped to let you rest. The impulse to conceal your bliss behind bitten lips and a pillow never came, so he circled the pad of his thumb over your clit with pressure enough that your eyelids scrunched. With gentle movements, none so sudden the bed would shake, not yet, he splayed his palm over your stomach to keep you from bucking against him when you tightened around his two fingers. 

Feeling you flutter around him tempted him to take you now, but he wanted to watch you come undone first. 

Do what you want to me, sweetheart. 

He had to hold your leg close as he lifted your knee over his shoulder, else it would fall heavy when he flattened his tongue and tasted your lust and the remnants of him. The crease of your forehead soon became a whimper when he swept over your sensitive clit and he was torn from tasting you by the lifting of your hips closer to his face. Until you settled, he waited, only pumping his fingers so your pulse still leapt, but it didn’t stop him from moving his hips against the bedsheets, fighting back while he tended to you. 

Your arousal stuck to his knuckles, every twist of his wrist and parting of his lips filling the quiet with growing noises. Roan felt the rise of pressure creeping along his spine and hastened, needing to have you come on his lips before he used you. He knew well how to tease you and where to angle his fingertips when he wanted you to fall, and imagined your eyes watering as they would have had you been watching him taste you. The nestling of his dark nose up and his lips closing over your nerves wasn’t enough, until he sucked and slanted his hand where your walls fluttered. 

Your leg slid from his shoulder to the bed when you cried out into the pillow. Roan couldn’t smother his growl anywhere but against your slit, fingers spreading you for his curling tongue as you came. You were warm, but nothing like the heat your thighs brought when they locked at his temples and held him close, but like this he could lap at your sensitive body as long as he wished - so long as he didn’t wake you. 

Do what you want. 

Waiting was a newer torture. 

Anything more wasn’t possible until your chest no longer rose so sharply and your heels eased from digging into the bed. Roan pumped over his leaking cock with fingers still shining from your orgasm, but it wasn’t enough anymore. He needed to feel you tight around him, to fill you as his knot grew. 

Just don't wake me. 

He couldn't stop touching you, though, not even while giving you peace. Small teases were all he took, finding marks left from when you begged him to fuck you, imprints of his sharp teeth faded on your thigh. His knuckles traced over your stomach when he laid forward, pleasuring himself slowly until you finally settled.

Maybe you were dreaming; of him, he hoped. Your lips pursed when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, never stirring from what seemed a pleasant sleep. Even his breath hot on your throat and his lips slanting on yours - the taste of an aphrodisiac never as sweet as you - did little to wake you, but the rub of his swollen cock lifting through your folds made your fingers bunch at the sheets by your hips. 

Use me.

Hot air from the sway of his tail flushed over your legs where it would usually tickle you, but he couldn’t control how he groaned when you clenched around him. Wanting to savour your heat did little to slow him, the headboard meeting the wall and adding to the little cracks when he filled you. 

The right pace eluded him. Too slow, and he couldn’t satisfy what now gripped him by the throat and consumed him, but too fast and another cry tumbled from your lips, the sheets tangling around your hands as your hips lifted with the drag of his length. He wanted you to wake now, however cruel it was. You needed sleep but he needed your cries against the fluff of his ear and your nails running over his trembling back. 

His kisses no longer helped silence his grunts, following the sloping of your neck down to where he pressed his teeth into your collarbones. Several languorous strokes in, your pulse flitted and you keened into his chest. Tucking an arm beneath your back dragged you, regretfully, from the pillows, but lower beneath him, and he needed to feel you close, even stiff in his arms as you trembled with his every thrust. With your hips raised, he felt his knot stiffening, his sac heavy. 

You cared for him so well, always attentive and kind when you woke to his hips slotting against yours. Remembering how you sucked him from your lips and the high of waking to an orgasm still warm in his navel moved his hand down to your nerves, wanting to treat you the same, toying with you so well that your throat tightened and incoherent whines sweetened the air. 

Every stroke pressed his knot deeper. The stretch burned in your stomach and you would soon wake if he didn’t slow, but the way you spasmed around him as he finally thickened inside you was his undoing. He rested his palm on your stomach and pressed gently when he twitched and filled you, never easing the pressure on your clit until your chest arched and your body flexed around him. 

The more he teased you, the heavier his body became; his knot swollen and binding you together couldn’t stop his release leaking from your slit, sticky on your thighs. He ran his fingers over the base of his cock and softened his lips where imprints of his teeth marked your neck. Until he could separate from you, he would keep stroking his hips and rutting, relishing in the intermittent clenching around his knot. 

He stilled when your arms came loosely around his neck. 

"I had the best dream." 

Roan relaxed at the gentle pull of your embrace and rested his larger body onto yours. Your yawn turned into his chest beneath his thundering heart, and he was helpless when you coaxed his fingers to your lips, sucking your releases from his hand. With your legs still weak, you didn’t embrace him like you wanted, like he’d longed for; pleasure still curled your toes as the sense of fullness from his knot made you shiver, but you leaned into him with a smile and whispered a curse in euphoria that he’d so missed, and he wanted to fuck you into waking all over again, especially when you smiled up at him.

“Was that two?” 

"I’m sorry for waking you." It was still dark - still cold somewhere beyond your bedroom. "I wanted you to be comfortable." 

It wasn't so late you couldn't catch up on sleep. Roan's body still burned, searching for a friction he couldn't find while his knot still bound you, so you lifted your chin to nip at his ear and he shivered. 

"Make it three, sweetheart."

[delldarling]

Hey <3 love-lies-bleeding or jonquil if I may, for my absolute favourite of yours, Casimir?

Casimir male reptilian fae x female reader 423 words sfw | fluff, mention of alcohol Jonquil: Has your character ever confessed their love for someone? How did it go?

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“Problems with the pet?” Warde muses, settling down in the violet grass, all the better to follow Casimir’s unblinking gaze to you. The phrasing, coupled with the stretch of a smile on Warde’s semi-transparent lips, has Casimir gritting his teeth. “If you’re bored with her, I would be happy to-”

“I’ll warn you once,” he bites out, eyes narrowed, “I love her, and I have no intention of giving her up, let alone to you.”

Warde, sylph that he is, with near colorless skin and misty eyes, picks up the color of the grass he’s sitting on. His cheeks flush violet, though the smile stays fixed upon his mouth as he promptly offers Casimir a flagon of myrtle wine. It’s a poor substitute for an apology, but he doubts Warde could even attempt to offer him one. He might wish he’d kept his mouth shut, but Casimir knows he isn’t sorry, because the statement had been true. As true as his own declaration of love. Casimir sucks in a startled breath.

“A problem of a different kind, then,” Warde says softly and doesn’t relax until Casimir takes a swallow of wine.

“It’s not a problem.”

“Isn’t it? You still look a bit-”

Casimir gets to his feet, dropping the flagon into Warde’s unready hands. He curses, juggling the damn thing as Casimir strides away, coat flaring wide as a breeze twists it’s way through the market stalls. The problem isn’t that he loves you—he’s known it now for a while, even if he hasn’t readily admitted it outloud—the problem is telling you. There is so very much that he keeps to himself, and this could well be yet another secret, hidden away to keep others from using it against him. But if he does…

You turn away from a stall to meet him, almost unconsciously, smile blooming as you catch sight of him. You lift your hand, reaching for him, absolutely sure that he will take it, that he will reel you into his arms and brush an idle kiss over your cheek or your lips. Casimir steps in close, ignoring your reaching hand to cradle your cheeks between his palms, long nails careful against your fragile skin. You grab hold of his wrists, brow furrowing when he doesn’t close the distance to grace you with a kiss. 

“I love you, dear one,” Casimir says, seriously, earnestly, enraptured by the truth of his own words. 

The haze of confusion in your eyes clears, delight curling your lips.

“Did you just figure that out?”

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written for flower & language prompts

[handy-dandy-monster-candy]

Hi my lovely <3 I wanted to make a request!! What about a cute pixie/fairy, who is in love with the reader and shrinks them down so they can be together? And some cute fluff in the rain! (:

I see what you’re doing, you nipplewhopper. You grapefruit skewer. You absolute rat spanker.

[silverclawz]

While I’m honored @kim-monsterlings that you would tag me, I’m afraid I don’t really have that many pieces that are my own. I actually mostly republish other’s works that I enjoy with either the same tags or the revamped versions of them to hopefully put the pieces back into circulation. So, while I do have a few pieces that I have done over the years, I’m afraid most of them are still works in progress, even ones I’ve been working for eleven years now.

But thanks again for the kind thought, I’m sorry to disappoint you. Please forgive me.

any other writers out there ever read a paragraph of your own work and just, in the least self centered way possible, think

fuck, i’m such a good writer.

if you haven’t, that day will come eventually, i promise. but until then, keep writing whatever your little working brain tells you, because one day you’ll consider it a masterpiece or absolute shit that’ll make you laugh and realize just how far you’ve come.

keep writing words so your future self has stuff to look back on and either compare to current wips, or to reminisce on. words are permanent as long as you let them be.

[candycorncandle]

hello lovebugs! i have an announcement-

i'll be taking a break from tumblr for awhile, maybe 2 weeks, maybe a month or longer. as in delete the app from my phone. i have always had that voice in the back of my head yelling at me i should be writing, and i also think tumblr is a lil overwhelming rn bc i got a new job and i have to learn how that goes and some other things too. (college and finding an autism eval)

ill be back bbs, i am on discord, which i will be on there, im #7870, same name as here

@tinselthors @fandomsandxfiles @bitchassbucky @kim-monsterlings @feral-ella-flynn @lil-stark @belovasbrat @belladonnabarnes @loki-hargreeves @slothspaghettiwrites @surferboypizzas

i dont know if ill be back before the new year, my plan is to delete app, forget about it, and then when i remember ill be back, so THEREFORE, i wish u all a happy december and STAY HYDRATED AND TAKE. UR. SKIESDAMNED. MEDICATIONSSSSSSSSSS.

i love you ALL

in spirit i am giving u all a shiny rock and a good apple

[a-third-attempt]

@kim-monsterlings

Ooh thank you for ask and in return, top five tropes (for anything - maybe books/films) that you hate? I feel like nobody ever asks about the worst tropes.

another old ask >.<

hmm

I'm not sure I really have tropes that I hate but these ones aren't usually for me:

Love Triangle

Teacher/Student Romance (even when both adults tbh)

Food Fight

Forced to Eat The Thing (it doesn't really matter how [un]pleasant the thing is to eat; it's about the character's willingness to eat it, or that quantity of it. )

"Eureka!" Moment (in most contexts. Italicized oh gets a pass :P)

[kim-monsterlings]

Enan - M Selkie x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon: described plus-size reader, mutual pining, consensual (slight) voyeurism, masturbation, only one bed trope, light embraces (hugging), flirting, endearments “sweet girl,” “good girl,” “sweetheart,” and “my love,” breeding kink, praise kink + general dirty talk, fingering (receiving), orgasms (+ no protection), light kissing, allusions to more

Kinks: breeding, praise, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

Notes: this story was part of my mini kinktober commissions, for @feral-ella-flynn <3 I hope you love it!

Word Count: 2800 Minimum of 500 words, I say, writing nearly 3k.

Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Nearly every weekend, Enan left your small town for the beach house he shared with his family, his time passed bundled in his pelt deep in the sea. It had always been a private escape and one you watched him leave for unaccompanied – waving him off each time just as alone, your friends less bothered by his common disappearance. Even only being gone two, sometimes three nights, you missed him.

He never stayed longer than a weekend, so news that the coming week would pass entirely in his absence brought an ache to your chest. Especially with his family unable to meet him on this occasion, and when the invitation came whispered on an evening out with your friends, it was the butterflies light in your chest that accepted without hesitation. The chance to spend time only with Enan was a dream, sweetened by his promise to finally let you see his pelt.

You wished he had told you that there was one bed for the both of you.

The ninety minute drive spent with his music low in the car could have been spent preparing yourself for the week. Enan had helped you with packing your bags the morning before – lifting clothes you always had tucked away, and when he folded them for you with a soft whisper of how he couldn’t wait to see how pretty you’d look, they no longer seemed so bad. He saved you from overpacking, too – “it’ll be warm at night,” he’d said, and if you had known that by that he meant the sleeping arrangements, the comfortable nightdress made of thin, slightly faded material wouldn’t have been your choice of sleepwear.

Instead, the drive drifted through daydreams starring the man tapping his thumb on the steering wheel, his round glasses tinted by the warm, morning light. Perhaps it had been your own fault for confiding in everyone but Enan about the way one of his dimpled smiles made your pulse flutter, but your friends had teased incessantly that they’d never been invited to spend a weekend, let alone a week with him.

“We’re nearly there, sweetheart.”

“I don’t see any sand,” you said.

Enan’s cheeks flushed with his smile. His heavy hand reached over the gears to fall against your thigh. The light squeeze was teasing enough, but then he had to trace over your own dimples, those in the soft skin beneath your dress, and there it was again, the flutter in your navel. “Be patient.”

No sooner than he’d spoken, glittering reflections rose over the cliffs and sprays of white reached the store. His beach house was a welcome sight; you needed fresh air beyond the car, away from the warmth of him. The steady rumble of the engine turning off stole you from the view, and the same thumb you’d felt stirring something you couldn’t easily smother swiped over your plump cheek when he twisted the keys round his finger. “Let’s not waste any time, hey?”

It was your job to let your friends know you had arrived as Enan insisted on carrying the bags in, and his soft humming warmed the dainty home better than the midday sunlight. Dusty photo frames lined the hall and he called out to you as you followed behind far slower, fingertips tracing along the walls until turning into the same room.

“Let me put the bags on our bed and change, sweetheart, then we’ll head out!”

Our bed.

Our bed.

If the tawny fur of his pelt hadn’t been draped across the bed and captivated you, his words would’ve roused much greater panic. Just the sight of it had your body aching and the stories of humans drawn to pelts resonated with you; that temptation was magnified by your attraction to the man lifting his top overhead in the bathroom, the door drifting a little wider from the coast’s soft wind, the net curtain billowing out. Looking away was far harder than resisting his pelt – torn by wanting to follow the path of his tanned hands, cuffing the open shirt at his forearms, and you pretended to be unpacking when honey eyes lifted to the mirror and caught yours.

When your friends had come to wave goodbye that morning as you always did for Enan, they’d whispered you wouldn’t last a day. You hadn’t understood then what they meant – maybe the heat would be too much for you, or you would miss being home – but when he turned and your breathlessness was all that stopped a plea to follow the dark hairs over his chest down, you realised that resisting him for a week was an impossible task.

For that first day, you ventured no further than the home. Enan left with his pelt already fusing to his broad shoulders and the day seemed to pass fine. The bed was plenty big enough – and you would rest near the edge, away from Enan’s natural body heat – and even when he came home with hair frizzing from the water after his pelt had slipped away, there was no awkwardness.

It was a cooler night, yes, but that same breeze could hardly be responsible for the bathroom door drifting wider again. There was less for you to distract yourself with now he unrolled his shirt and stretched overhead, the coiled muscles of his back rippling. Enan ran his hands over his sun-kissed face up through shaggy hair on a path you envied, and shame as hot as the fire molten in your stomach burned your cheeks when he looked up, and winked behind his glasses.

You had never felt the need to shy from Enan before.

He had seen you today in your dress, helped you pack and imagined you in the clothes he chose. He felt you too this morning, a tight embrace channelling each of your excitements for the week ahead, and he’d held you closer than ever before.

Even still, you changed with the bathroom door firmly shut. There hadn’t been any wind – no draft tickling beneath the wood, but the door opened so easily, with just one light touch of your index finger curling, and by then the old nightdress had struggled past your chest and down your thighs. It was only the straps left, visible through the thin slit of the door. Angling yourself just as he had – lifting only slightly on the balls of your feet, you let your head fall back, the arch of your throat stretched, making a show of dressing yourself.

Enan never looked to the mirror, so you watched him. You found pleasure in how his knuckles flexed around the book lowered from his face; a pride at the tension in his shoulders as the material melded to the dips of your stomach when you turned before the mirror. If he hadn’t sought the thin blanket to cover his lower half, suddenly laying under the sheets, you would’ve felt a fool for tracing over the faded stretch marks of your upper arms when lifting the straps up.

This little game remained an unspoken one when his unfocused eyes snapped back to the book, and you were grateful. In the time he dragged out laying his glasses and book aside, you curled beneath the shared sheet, away from the same honeyed stare you had beckoned only moments ago.

He had seen you and felt you and touched you, but never like this, so bare and so close. Hugging was different to sharing a bed – even taunting him in the bathroom hadn’t come close to the beating against your ribs when the mattress dipped, his breath flushing on your cheek. “You’ll fall off the bed if you wriggle any further, sweet girl. It gets cold at night.”

The mattress bunched beneath your fingers as you clutched the bed’s edge; you couldn’t lean any further. “I thought it’d be hot?”

“Will be once we’ve laid closer to stay warm.” Enan’s lips curled against your shoulder. “Is that where you’re comfortable?” It was only the first night, and like your friends had betrayed your one secret to him ahead of your trip, Enan softened his voice and followed your arm over your stomach. There wasn’t a fight when he unfurled your palm, slipping his fingers through yours. “Come keep me warm?”

If he’d closed the window, there wouldn’t be a reason to cuddle; but closing it wouldn’t allow for not-so-secret glances into the bathroom, and you really were uncomfortable, his hold slowly easing you back from the edge of the bed.

Even as you surrendered and shimmied back, you couldn’t help humming, “selkies don’t feel the cold so badly, do they?”

“When we’re in the water, not so much. Now, though? I’ve never been colder.”

Lifting your knees a little higher to grant him space was wasted when he laid flush against every part of you. Each steady inhale lifted his chest to your back and you wondered if he could feel how your breathing trembled or your pulse on his bicep when he pillowed your temple. Somehow, in the steady changing of positions, Enan tucked his arm beneath yours to embrace you around your stomach. Now he had really felt you, held you this close, the last of your remaining unease trickled away and if there had ever been any left, the pressing of hips against yours came with a tremor aching between your thighs. He curled his arm around your chest and when he traced over the faint imprint of the dress’ strap, it was like he wanted you to know yes, sweetheart, that’s what did this to me – you did.

Somehow the pretense of innocence extended to this little game beyond the bathroom, too, your voice holding steady. “Feeling warmer yet?”

“Come a little closer,” he breathed, and his thighs tucked under yours; he ran hot like you’d thought – the window wouldn’t help you now, and you nearly whined. “Good girl.”

The bridge of his nose ran up behind the shell of your ear. He nestled there until his lashes no longer fluttered in butterfly kisses and his arm stretched out in sleep. Had you been anywhere near rest, the gentle shifting of his hips into the flesh of your thighs would have woken you. Whether from an uncomfortable position or the enticement of a sweet dream, it chased you from his embrace and into the bathroom.

Not even one night, and you were tugging your underwear down your legs so hastily it burned, and bowed over the sink until the cold basin dug into your stomach – the temperature providing some relief, but not nearly enough as your fingers touching where you throbbed. It was enough just remembering how he had praised you, but the grip of his calloused palms through the dress and his constant appraisals begged for something more than the light sensation over your clit.

You hadn’t left the door open.

You hadn’t closed it completely, though.

“All this for me, sweet girl?”

The low rumble of his voice had you fluttering around your fingers and suddenly it wasn’t enough. It would never satisfy you after finding Enan leaning on the doorframe, tucking his hand below his waistband. The material strained as he stroked himself and as you began to straighten, he did, too.

“Stay right there.” He bunched your thin clothing over the swell of your hips where it tucked tight and rubbed his hand over your thigh, the other reaching forward to cover yours. “Want me to help?”

All that remained between you was his underwear, but it did little when you could feel how he twitched leaning forward – the material certain to be damp from how wet you were. “Please. Call me – say what you did before – please, Enan?”

He showed no acknowledgement of your plea, busied by touching you now you leaned into him rather than shying away. The way your hands curled together felt too perfect but turned against you as he angled your wrists lower; he controlled the pressure, gliding over your slit until your hips wriggled. “Tell me what you want.”

“I need you to touch me,” you begged, keening back against him when he circled your fingers firmer over your aching clit. “Make me come, please.”

His grin was feral, teeth bared, the stubble of his cheeks rough against your throat. “Good girl.”

The pace he set was his own when he sunk your fingers together until they stretched you. Every instruction came with a nip against your sensitive throat, his words soft as he told you to tease yourself so he could watch as you twisted your nipple with his encouragement. Plump lips kissed the mark left on your shoulder from the slip and he made sure never to look from your face as you trembled, clenching around your hands.

Enan dragged his tongue wide from the base of your knuckles and groaned, “my sweet, sweet girl. Open your mouth for me.”

The taste of your release was sweetened by the soft sigh he exhaled against your temple and when he pressed your fingers together against your tongue, it muffled your whine when you finally felt him bare against you.

“Is this what you need? You need me to take care of you?”

Every touch at his wish, your hands curled at the head of his swollen cock and stroked up the curls at the base. It was without him asking that you kicked your underwear from your feet and spread wider to hold the sink for support – bringing him closer, too, the softness of your body so inviting. “Did I wake you? I tried to be quiet.”

Enan looked from where you spread your legs wide for him, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “I thought I was still dreaming. So proud of you,” he whispered. “You were so good, leaving the door open for me. You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you? Is that what you want?”

No matter the husk of his voice, his stare remained warm as you pressed your hips back. Just his head stretched you enough for your eyelids to flutter. “That’s all I ever dream about.”

With the size of him, your walls tightened and Enan’s fingers gripped the soft flesh of your waist even tighter to steady you both. The light sting couldn’t detract from the pleasure he brought you. Before the pressure of him laying over you became too much, you turned just once to have his lips touch yours, his tongue still sweet with your release. It dizzied you, having him this deep. He never let you look away from the mirror – ignoring your pleas when he’d stop fucking into you until you looked back at him – and would gently hold your throat, keeping you steady as he rutted harder.

“Look at you, sweetheart. You feel so good around me,” he grunted and with every hard thrust, he looked from your face scrunched in pleasure to where your body trembled and shook, his hips meeting yours harder just to see you take him. “I’ll have you on my pelt after I fill you up. Take you how mates fuck.”

You could barely breathe enough to rasp, “you should’ve invited me sooner,” and Enan’s kisses turned to match the passion of your bodies meeting, teeth dipping into the rolls of your body until you began to shake.

“That’s it. Come again for me, sweet girl.”

The mirror had fogged with your pants, and you lifted a hand against it as your second orgasm rolled over you, rising unsteadily onto your toes. Enan stroked up from your aching thigh to cover your hand as he toyed with your oversensitive clit. When you pressed your hot thighs closer and flexed around him, you lifted your chin and whispered, “I want all of you.”

His strong forearm tucked against your belly right where he emptied himself, lips parting on desperate groans as you buckled over the sink. Your face glistened like the rest of your body, your thighs hot and sticky from his mess leaking around him still buried deep. He twitched and you both sighed when you reached back for him and he kissed your palm, leaning close against you.

“Should’ve invited you sooner.”

He hadn’t stopped touching you; palm running up to the sensitive skin along your chest, thumb rolling your nipples, his lips warm on your shoulder over your pulse still flitting in ecstasy. You could barely think of anything more than the warmth of him both against and inside you, delirious with him finally where you wanted. “We’ve got plenty of time left.”

“Oh, my love,” he breathed. “I’m not done yet.”

[monstersandmaw]

Don't know if you actually did write for Olli, but I can't find him ;^;

We need a story with this overgrown pup! Whether it be smutty or fluffy, or even angsty, I just really need him in my life~

As long as it's not too much trouble though!

I have a gnoll named Olli who appears in Part Two of Thur'khul the blacksmith orc's story, who I'm assuming you mean with this ask, but I never wrote a full story for him, sadly.

(I also believe that @kim-monsterlings wrote a story with a gnoll named Ollie, who you may be thinking of???, but I have a bat-shit poor memory, so I could be mistaken on that one.)

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Tag Game <3

Thank you to the lovely @kim-monsterlings for tagging me!

1. Why did you choose your URL?

I originally watched The End of the F***ing World and played it off of that

2. Any side blogs?

Not that anyone is aware of... no, but I am planning on making one

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I made this blog back in June 2017, but I posted my first post in August 2017

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Not really, but atm, I’ve been doing mostly commissions, so that could count as a queue

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Simple, writing.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

Usually is my summer aesthetic vibes

7. Why did you choose your header?

Love dark academia vibes 

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

From what I’m aware of, the first part of Reydryn the Naga

9. How many mutuals do you have?

A few but I wish I could talk to many more

10. How many followers do you have?

I’m close to reaching 2,000 followers - which is absolutely CRAZY!

11. How many people do you follow?

1,068 - ALL LOVELY PEOPLE 

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Once, for a GOT review

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Quite often, I can never know how often though lol

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

One, but I tend to avoid/delete negative blogs

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

The more, the better

16. Do you like tag games?

HELL YEAH

17. Do you like ask games?

HECK YEAH

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@kim-monsterlings as they’re so lovely and friendly!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

@momolady whose work is amazing and I can’t believe they follow me!

20. No pressure tags:

@smol-bluberri @fuck-mygayisshowing @lethargic-caterpillar @writinginthestarlight

[handy-dandy-monster-candy]

Ruathym, part Three

Rating: NSFW Length: 2272 Pairing: Male Drider x GN Reader

The finale for the romance for @kim-monsterlings!

xxx

Much to your surprise, Ruathym gives you space. There are fewer summons and the spies make themselves ever scarcer, until you could swear there were long stretches of time in which you were truly alone. Even more surprising, you found yourself becoming restless and ill-tempered in these moments, losing your patience with even Tinki. (Of course, you make it up to the little, well-meaning creature; spiders, you learn, are surprisingly good at puppy-dog eyes.)

“You’ve been snapping at the staff left and right,” Ruathym says with no small amount of amusement some days later, braiding your hair down your scalp. It’s gotten longer, you realise, and you contemplate cutting it before your captor speaks. “Have I displeased you in some way?”

Yes, you wish to say, but you’re sure that the King has done nothing wrong. Not truly. “No,” you say instead, though it sounds unconvincing to your own ears.

“Hm,” hums Ruathym, tugging gently at your hair in admonishment. “With the way you’ve been acting, one might get the impression that you dislike being far from my side.” You twitch and he laughs, triumphant. “Is that it, my little bug? Have you come to crave the pull of my silk?”

“I wish you wouldn’t mock me,” you grouse, sighing heavily. “It reminds me why I prefer my own company.”

Ruathym chuckles, fingertips skating along the skin of your back before he picks you up and cradles you against him in his four arms. “I thought humans needed time to mourn their losses,” he says, searching your face with something sharper in his eyes than his usual derision. “I’m no reader of minds, my sweet. You must tell me if you have want of me.”

You scoff. You can’t help it. When has being vulnerable ever served you well? You almost bite his fingers when he turns your face to look into your eyes, sighing once again in your defeat. “And if I do?” you challenge, lifting your proud chin. “What of it?”

“Then you shall become my consort,” says Ruathym, with a simple frankness that flabbergasts you.

“Your—what?” you gasp, distantly aware that your lips are flapping like a fish on the docks.

“Do try not to make me repeat myself,” Ruathym replies in exasperation, pinching your chin. “My consort. My lover. Whatever you humans call those of our stations in courtship.”

“But I’m human!” you splutter, struggling to sit up straighter in his arms.

“I’m aware,” drawls Ruathym, helping you get your bearings—at least physically. “Did you think I was sleeping with you because you disgusted me?”

“I…” You don’t have the words. You don’t know what you thought, but it definitely wasn’t this. “You think I’m attractive?”

“What did I just say about making me repeat myself?”

You huff, scowling up into his handsome, angular face. “You wouldn’t be. I want answers, not riddles.”

Ruathym snorts indelicately, one of his few habits that doesn’t come with some modicum of damnable grace. “Yes, I find you attractive. No one else has the audacity to speak to me the way that you do. I find it thrilling.”

“You mean you like it when I’m cruel.” You frown. “That’s not what I’m after. I don’t want to be cruel to my lover. If you want to court me, you do it right.”

Ruathym carefully sets you down on the bed, curling his legs up under himself and draping his humanoid torso across plump, velvety pillows. “Teach me what humans do ‘right’, then,” he commands, gesturing for you to speak.

You flounder for a moment; this was not how you expected your evening to go. “We… We court,” you say dumbly, gesticulating helplessly. “We exchange gifts of trinkets and flowers, we write one another letters, we—well, usually there’s pining involved, I suppose.”

“How dull,” sighs the King, watching you beneath his thick, silvery lashes. “Driders kill for their lovers.”

The weight of his words isn’t lost on you. You think of your brother and his knights—of the entirety of the kingdom laid to waste at your feet. You feel lightheaded, blood creeping up your neck and up into your face. You have to resist the urge to hide from the slow, smug smirk of satisfaction that melts onto the Drider King’s face. Damn the man. Had he been courting you in his own way this entire time? Damn him!

“What about the Queen?” you ask, hedging around the obvious revelation and latching onto one of your more prominent doubts.

Ruathym blinks hard, clearly startled. “What about her?”

“You’re married,” you say, “and she hates me. Won’t she want me dead once she realises her lover’s attention has strayed?”

The King laughs, hard and loud, throwing his head back with his mirth and revealing his fangs. “She’s never loved me a day in her life,” he manages to gurgle after several seconds of laughter, “and the feeling is mutual. We married for politics and to spawn strong children. That’s all. If she so much as schemes to harm a hair on your head, I will kill her or die trying.”

“Ruathym!”

“What? Does it shock you? I protect what is mine, little bug, and you are what I wish to possess in your entirety.”

You bristle at this, though you curse your stupid heart for fluttering in your chest like a tizzied moth. “I’m not a thing, Ruathym. You can’t possess me. Either you love me, or our arrangement remains the same.”

Ruathym shrugs an elegant shoulder, expression shifting into something bordering on thoughtful. “What is love to a human may not be love to a drider, little one. I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Is that not love? I would kill you before I allowed you to court another. Is that not love? I would lay down my life to protect you. Is that not love, this powerful, ugly thing?”

You don’t know what to say to this. You want to object, but your heart is pounding too loudly, your thoughts are too muddled. Never has someone felt so strongly about you, and while your feelings are conflicted, you can’t deny that there’s something intoxicating about the King and his firm command of you in and out of the bedchambers.

Courtship with Ruathym is… interesting. He sends you poisonous flowers at first for their beauty, unaware that their very touch could kill you. When you correct him, he expresses his disdain for human frailty, but then he sends for roses and takes the care to have their thorns removed so as to avoid any chance of injury. It’s excessive and obnoxious, but it’s endearing in its own way, even if you’ve never been particularly fond of roses. Still, each bouquet is a different colour paired with different complimentary flowers, and you begin to look forward to your weekly deliveries with something like anticipation.

Then there are the letters.

As expected, Ruathym’s lettering is swooping and elegant, more reminiscent of ornamental calligraphy than what one would use for writing to a lover. Still, each letter holds within it a terribly sweet awkwardness that lets you know that he’s never written a letter out of love in the whole of his life. He’s strangely formal at first, addressing you by all of your names in the greetings of his first few letters, but it isn’t long before he’s dropping them all in favour of addressing you as he does in person. It makes your heart flutter oddly in your chest to see ‘little bug’ written in such beautiful, glittering script, shimmering silver on charcoal grey parchment.

Soon, they become less letters and more little notes delivered on scraps here and there. Tiny doodles of advisors dying terrible deaths done in the throes of boredom, or tidbits of trivia from the kingdom at large. Did you know we had 5,363 cattle in the region of the L’Surba Caverns? Neither did I know nor care, one says, and you snort into your tea at the thought of the King sitting proudly while some poor sod with an abacus counted out their livestock from the sum of several reports. While you missed the weight of your crown, you did not exactly miss all of the bureaucracy attached to it.

He takes you on little outings, here and there. At first it’s a simple stroll through the gardens, sharing meals and speaking about your days. Then, as you both grow bolder, outings to meet—or, in his case, intimidate—the people. Finally, with glamours and enchantments, you take to the countryside for days at a time, disguised as a couple or adventurers on a quest. It’s during these outings that you get to know him best, away from the bustle of the castle, where his impetuous charm and rakish smiles lure you to him like a moth to flame, and you crash and burn in his heated embrace.

One evening many months later, you are summoned to a part of the palace that you rarely frequent, for it is usually crawling with servants and vassals of every kind. Now, however, the halls are quiet and still, and the servant who leads you to the chamber where Ruathym awaits disappears like a whisper in the dark. There, in the centre of the room, is a set of robes unlike any you’ve ever seen, woven in shimmering silk dyed the colour of rubies. You approach as if in a dream, running your fingers along embroidery in the shape of tiny silver spiderlings along the shoulders and hems—you nearly jump out of your skin when the King drapes himself across your back.

“What is this?” you whisper, looking over your shoulder at his soft, searching face.

“Your wedding attire,” he says, and he seems unperturbed when you draw away, stunned.

“My what? Your wife!”

“Is dead,” Ruathym simply replies, shaking his head at your unasked question. “We had a clutch of eggs. She went the natural way. The children feed on her yet.”

You grimace at this, though you can’t deny the relief you feel at her passing. “You’re a father now?”

“I am. You will also be their parent, when we wed.”

“‘When’? You’re assuming I’ll accept!”

“Would you deny me?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowing into gleaming slits.

Your stomach flips. “Well,” you say, flustered and at a loss. “This is all so sudden, Ruathym!”

“Is it really?” he asks, reeling you in against him again. “We’ve posed as newlyweds before. Why is it so different now?”

“Because it’s real now! We wouldn’t be pretending!”

“Who says that I was pretending before?” he demands, trapping you between his body and the robe on the mannequin. “It was practise.”

You feel your face burning, and you’re sure you might blend into the robe at your back if given just a little more provocation. “You despicable little—“

“Yes, yes, call me names,” he says, waving away your insults. “Later. Give me your answer now.”

“You know my answer,” you grumble, pushing ineffectively at his chest.

“I know it,” he confirms, smugness in every syllable. “I wish to hear it.”

You kiss him instead, drawing him into a passionate embrace and climbing up into his arms when he lifts you off your feet. You hadn’t seen the bed in the corner of the room, but that’s where he takes you a moment later, tossing your “irritating human clothing” over the edge of it and onto the floor. You expect him to bend you over the pillows. You expect him to claw at your skin, to bite at your shoulders, to whisper filth into your ears.

He kisses you instead.

He kisses you like neither of you have ever borne a crown—as if he could find the answers in the hazing of your eyes when he steals your breath with his tongue, hands in your hair and burning along your spine. He teases you open with his fingers until you’re reduced to begging for release, and then he presses into you with soft, shuddering breaths spilling from his lips, eyes on your face as you toss your head back into the sheets and writhe.

He sighs your name like a psalm when you come around him, and then he pushes into you again and again, his cool fingers threading between yours and holding you firmly against the bed as you shake apart beneath him. You feel something in your chest unbreak when he bites you without fang, staying present for every moment that his lips brush against yours and your name falls into the pool of heat between you.

This time, when he comes, he shatters like a shower of glass and sparks, cresting against you like a wave and pushing you over the edge all over again, throat trapped desperately—willingly—between his teeth. When your eyes focus again, you find him looking down at you with a tenderness you’d never thought him capable of, and it makes you want to hide. “What?” you whisper up at him, trying and failing to tug a bit of the sheets over your body.

“I love you, little bug,” Ruathym whispers back, tracing your lips with his thumb. “I have done and will do so until this heart in my chest stops beating.”

“That’s so dark,” you say, “for a declaration of love.”

“It is my declaration, and I am not a man of light. Would you deny me?”

“No,” you breathe, shyly reaching up to touch his face. “I love you, too.”

Ruathym smiles, and despite his words, it lights up the room. “I know.”

You snort. “Bastard.”

“I know that, too.”

[monsterkinkmeme]

MKM Male Monster Fills

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When you have too many links on one post, it breaks the links/post, so we’ve had to split the masterlist. This page is specifically for Male Monster fills. 

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Stories Rated Citrus - Lime

Male Monster & Male Reader

The Jerk Ex - (Male Naga/Male Reader) by dick-me-down-venom

Best Teacher (Male Naga/Male Reader) by amorphousfurrysnakething

Angels? In My House? (Male Angel/Male(ish) Reader by atlantits

Hike in the Woods (Male Cervitaur/Male Human) by maxiemoose

Sweets (Male Werewolf/Male Reader) by bender-of-life

What Makes a Name? (Male Elf/FTM Trans Reader) by silvertonguescarlip

The Vampire Hunter (Male Vampire/Male Human) by demonsigh

Centaurs (Male Centaur/Male Centaur/Male Reader) by loousir

Male Monster & Female Reader

New App, Who Dis? (Male Demon/Female Reader) by elizabethtarington

Ghost Roommate (Male Ghost/Female Reader) by fewrit

The Wound Taker (Male Centaur/Female Witch) by honeythistle

Betrothed - (Male Centipede/Female Reader) by love-and-monsters

The Statue - (Male Statue/Female Reader) by your-monster-romance

Betrothed - (Male Dryder/Female Reader) by tete-a-tay

Popstars - (Male Orc/Female Reader) by rrevontulet

Abandoned - (Male Goblin, Female Reader) by marimo-punk

Date Gone Wrong - (Male Centaur/Female Reader) by justrestingmyeyesforalittle

Fly Away - (Male Dragon/Female Character) by shady-tavern

Baby Bunnies (Male Orc/Female Human) by purrfectwriting

The Massage (Male Orc/Female Human) by lettersfromthevoidinmychest

Honeymoon (Male Orc/Female Reader) by tulips-terato

Self-Defense (Male Orc/Female Human) by eruden-writes

Spider Prince (Male Drider/Female Reader) by crazycat-88

Time Won’t Take Away My Love (Male Dragon/Female Human) by Isabel

Gargoyle of the Opera (Male Gargoyle/Female Reader) by Isabel

The Summoning (Male Demon/Female Human) by shady-tavern

Simon (Male Half-Gorgon/Female Reader) by zarcake-writes

Soulmates (Male Vampire/Female Dragonborn) by smolwash

Blanket Snuggles (Male Naga/Female Reader) by impatientpandersrevised

Big Bad Wolf (Male Werewolf/Female Reader) by a-lonely-dragon

Vincent Price (Male Vampire/Female Reader) by rootbeergoddess

Temporary Blindness (Male Naga/Female Reader) by mio-parasite

The Beast Known as Scoobert Doo (Male Orc/Female Reader) by rootbeergoddess

Failed Assassination (Part 2) (Male Elf/Female Orc) by sarabat85

Family Halloween Costumes (Male Werewolf/Female Human) by otherworldly-creatures-blog

Male Monster & Genderless or Nonbinary Reader

Fluffy the Direwolf   (Male Orc/Reader) by elizabethtarington

The Bike Ride (Male Monster/Reader) by whitewolftati

Speed Date (Male Fae/Reader) by zarcake-writes

Date Cafe (Male Werewolf/Reader) by lovestoriesforthemonster

Housekeeper Wanted - (First Person Male Lich) by monstersandmaw

Burnt Cookies - (Male Demon/Reader) by strange-quiet-love

The Betrothal - (Male Moth/Reader) by your-monster-romance

The Leash - (Male Werewolf/Reader) by impatientpandersrevised

Catmint - (Male Demons/Reader) by love-and-monsters

Messy Hair - (Male Rakasha/Reader) by featherednutcase

The Trade (Reaper, Reader) by zarcake-writes

Craigslist Date (Dragonborn/Reader) by tiny-yan-anon

Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark ( Male Shadow Monster/Reader) by blacklioness15

The Farrier (Male Centaur/Reader) by tiny-yan-anon

Ice Cream (Male Orc/Reader) by strange-quiet-love

The Doll (Fairy King, Reader) by seidrstoryteller

Cute Doctor (Male Demon/Reader) by blog-of-complete-trash

Bad Date (Male Demon/Reader) by blog-of-complete-trash

Beached Seahorse (Seahorse Merman/Reader) by mr-dr-riverstein

Kindness (Male Werewolf-ish Monster/Reader) by keep-it-quiet-here

Cookies (Male Orc/Genderless Reader) by a-lonely-dragon

Cookies (Male Orc/Reader) by keep-it-quiet-here

Soulmates (Male Alien/Reader) by zarcakewrites

Purloined Pastry (Male Merman/Reader) by delllonggone

Broken Nose (Male Orc/Reader) by beastborealis

Puppy Love (Multi-headed Puppy, Reader) by starlling-writes

Fairy Dolls (Fairy King, Reader) by featherednutcase

Hex (Male Orc/Reader) by exophilix

You Are the Chosen (Male Demon/Reader) by mardi-nah

Hoof of a Deal (Male Centaur/Narrator) by amorphousfurrysnakething

Thrill-Seeker (Male Hornet-Person/Reader) by featherednutcase

Tea-Leaf (Male Dragon, Reader) by crazycat-88

Don’t Look Behind You (Male Angel/Reader) by they-a-freak

Njord (Whale Merman/Reader) by keep-it-quiet-here

Vampire Roommate (Male Vampire, Reader) by blog-of-complete-trash

Vardelk (Male Goblin/Reader) by kim-monsterlings

Steaks (Male Werewolf/Reader) by mercurialmechanisms

The Violin Teacher (Male Fae(?)/Narrator) by grouptalekindnesssoulstories

Mr. Piddles (Multi-headed Puppy, Reader) by lunarreaper12

What’s the Price? (Male Fae/Reader) by blacksheep28

The Mysterious Dr. Web (Male Demon/Reader) by creaturefeatures-and-mysticyarns

In the Garden (Male Harpy, Reader) by featherednutcase

Goldfish (Merman, Reader) by strange-quiet-love

Magic Lessons (Male Dragon/Genderfluid Human) by amorphousfurrysnakething

Final Boss (Male Monster, Reader) by featherednutcase

Pay It Forward (Male Cervitaur, Reader) by featherednutcase

Bad Day (Male Werewolf/Reader) by itsbiordiebitch

Memories (Male Fae/Reader) by love-and-monsters

Forbidden (Male Angel/Reader) by mischief-over-matter

Bedsheets (Male Orc/Reader) by terato-ghosties

Spring Formal (Male Orc/Reader) by strange-quiet-love

King of Uiw’ete (Male Alien/Reader) by mardi-nah

Surprise Minotaur (Male Minotaur/Reader) by agwitow

The Hunt (Male Vampire/Reader) by demonsigh

Quarantined with a Tiefling (Male Tiefling/Reader) by love-and-monsters

Invasive Questions (Male Dragon/Reader) by blog-of-complete-trash

Stolen Pen (Male Fae/Reader) by luckipunk

Howling with Laughter (Male Werewolf/Reader) by acreepqueen

Stories Rated Lemon - Grapefruit

Touch Starved & Famine’s Lament (Famine/Female Reader) by aelia-likes-monsters & thetravelerwrites

The Forgotten Lunch (Vampire King/Female Reader) by elizabethtarington

In Heat (Male Werewolf/Nonbinary Reader) by boringid

Demon Best Friend (Male Demon/Female Reader) by khinoix

Submissive Orc (Male Orc/Female Reader) by succu-bi-sexual

This Old House (Male Monster/Female Human) by collective-laugh

Penpals (Male Tiefling/Female Human) by succu-bi-sexual

Nell & Kal (Male Troll/NB Reader, mlm) by khinoix

The Angel (Male Angel/Masc NB Reader) by Atlantits

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Happy Reading~

(Updated through Nov 30, 2022)

[foxgloveprincess]

ooo multiples of 5!!

5. who do you feel most you around?

I want to say no one. But probably my sister. To be honest, I don’t feel like I let anyone really see the whole picture of me. She’s the one that’s probably seen the most and who I’m willing to show the most.

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

@kim-monsterlings Monster Match 

She’s such a great writer and she accepted my request to write one for me. I can’t wait. 💜

15. for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

ah ha! Since you didn’t send an emoji, I’m just gonna do one for you. (i hope that’s okay) 😊

@peachyteabuck - righteous. adj. morally right or justifiable; virtuous. OR (U.S. slang) very good; excellent 

(both definitions apply in my opinion. just cause I always see you on my dash fighting the good fight against bigotry and hatred. you’re really awesome and you’ve taught me so much and made me question my own privilege and perspective. thank you for that.)

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

I’mma be honest. A really good cuddle session. 

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

Gift giving is not my main love language, but it is really high up there for me. And the best personal gift someone could give me is something that makes me feel seen. It doesn’t really matter what it is, like a homemade card or a playlist. I just like when I feel like the other person has really understood me on a personal level—that’s the gift I cherish.

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Laughter in the kitchen. Fresh baked cookies. A warm blanket fresh from the drier. 

[dharys-writes]

Hi <3 I read something by you some time ago that I absolutely LOVED. But I can’t find it again (and I also kind of hope/wish there is more of it). It was something about a vampire and a daughter of a vampire hunter.. do you have it somewhere and is there more? 👀

1) That would be Last Friday Night (part 1, part 2), and I love that you loved it, darling!

2) Sadly, there is not more. I didn't actually have any plan for the story— was mostly just vibing for ~2k words. But since it's now attracted two fans (hi @kim-monsterlings)... I'm not saying it's impossible in the future >.<

3) The best way to find anything I've written is to search @dharys-writes, which is technically my main. I'm dumb and thought you sent this to the other blog. Still true XD

[candycorncandle]

I got tagged by the lovely @brattycherub and @kim-monsterlings and maybe @loki-hargreeves for this (I can't remember)

its the 9 question, tag 9, game thing

favorite color || soft blue or light gray

currently reading || Rasputin The Holy Devil by some old dude. It was published in 1928. I walked into the library and asked for all the books they had on ole russia's greatest love machine. Turns out he is crazy and not in a fun, hahaha way.

last song || Touch It by Busta Rhymes

last movie || Raya and The Last Dragon,,, but like only the last fourth. I wanna go back and start from the beginning.

last series || Leverage

sweet spicy savory || savoury

tea or coffee || tea!!!!!!!!

currently working on || (I know this meant writing but i don't care) - A vampire journal, an old romance journal

I tag- @himbos-are-my-lifeblood @jurassicbarnes @gryst @blackberrybucky @belladonnabarnes @fandomsandxfiles @feral-ella-flynn

[kim-monsterlings]

Ren - M Tiefling x F Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for @thejabberwokk​​ <3

Matches will be under the read more! Do not repost my work - it is copyrighted.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; reader is uncomfortable in public, tail intimacy (touching the reader’s leg), flirting, intimate touches (face touching, cheek kisses, hugging), use of blindfolds (on both characters), slight orgasm denial, receiving fingering and oral (+ orgasm), reader in lingerie (+ stockings), heavy allusion to more

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If not for your dislike of being so alone, you may never have met Ren.

Your friends were still too far yet to meet you, and your booking with the café opposite wasn’t for another few minutes – too early to arrive by yourself. No matter how many hours had passed in your hometown, and countless more since the opening of the café, finding yourself alone unsettled you; loneliness had you lost in the crowd of people surging around you, until you were forced back against a wide stretch of wall.

Today wasn’t an occasion you were prepared for, and your book was left at home. There was so little to distract from the heat clamouring through your chest until a swishing, fur-tipped tail swung before you.

“Mind if I join you?”

Rouge claws traced over the slender knuckles of his hands held before his hips, the steady movement not enough to stop your scrutiny following the stranger’s frame higher to wide horns curling forth from his crown to a blunt tip at his temples. Feathered eyebrows rose, and in your deliberation, they chose to seat themselves beside you.

There was nothing wrong that, nor a little company.

Except now for his gentle smile, hands folded carefully now in his lap. His tail hadn’t ceased its soft movements. When it curled to your ankle and you couldn’t help your frown, the tiefling next you returned the same grimace, and it twined around his thick boot.

“Sorry. I’m not interrupting?”

How could you tell him that you would rather be alone, but that you wanted him to stay, too, so you weren’t left by yourself in such a large space?

The right words didn’t come to mind.

“I come to sit here, sometimes. I work a little down the road.”

His tail began to curl again. Short, close sways at first, until the fluffy end stroked against your leg.

This time, you didn’t react. It was comforting.

“Sitting here calms me when it’s been a long day.”

”You had to say something.

“I don’t like sitting alone.”

His smile stretched wide until the faint warmth of his red eyes seemed to brighten. “Good thing I needed a break today, then.”

Better sitting with a stranger than alone, anyway.

Until the silence crept into an extended pause, and your friends still hadn’t arrived, and you said, “we come for the board games.”

In return for purchases - plenty to choose from in the dessert stand, guests were free to use the board games offered as entertainment. It had lured you and your friends there, and it had become routine.

Teeth bared on a grin, he curled his leg beneath him on the wall and turned to you, the length of his tail somehow closer to you than him. “You know, they hold friendly quizzes on a Friday–“

“I know.”

“Oh?” He teased.

With his cheek in his hand, leaning closer but never too close, the last moments until your friends arrived were some you never wanted to end. It was only when you made to leave that the touch of his tail tightened. Plans made – and names finally exchanged, you left with a lingering warmth in your chest like that on your leg.

Trivia night was better with Ren.

He said nothing of your arrival among your friends and you were grateful.

In such a short time of meeting him, you chose to lean into the arm extended over your chair and took pleasure in how he was left without words when you bought him a drink.

Standing together outside as you waited for your lift home, Ren tucked your hair back, his hand lifted slowly enough you softened into him. His fingertips traced the shell of your ear and the small piercings tucked beneath your shaggy hair, and he asked you then, thumb stroking over your temple, if you could return next week.

“My friends are busy.”

“Oh,” he said. His smile never faltered. “I had fun. Another time?”

You drew in a breath. “I’m not the best teammate-“

“Nonsense.”

“Ren,” you whispered.

He turned to his shoulder against the wall and this time when his tail wound over your soft thigh, neither of you feigned surprise. “I’d love to spend the evening with you again, if that is what you’re hinting at?”

The uneven lift of your smile coaxed his touch lower.

“I take lunch breaks around one in this very same café. Maybe I’ll see you there this week.”

“We’ll see.”

Not even a full day later, you shared his lunch break with your favourite board game occupying the table. His tail never left your leg.

Drabble

“Question.”

Light breaths hinted at Ren’s location. Even without your sight, your remaining senses hadn’t heightened. He was deliberately soft on his feet so that the fleeting kiss on your cheek left you tingling, an unrestrained gasp lifting your chest. You cleared your throat of your surprise, head turning in the direction you felt him kiss from, though he was likely on your other side now, waiting to torment you further.

“Answer.”

His laugh was deeper than usual, and your stomach fluttered. “What noun-” he was beside you, breath on your ear, “defines someone tempting another, sexually?”

He was standing at the end of the bed.

Claws tickled from your ankles travelling higher, following the thin stockings over the bend of your knees as they fell wider. In this little outfit – a set you were sure he loved, the answer was there on the tip of your tongue, but then Ren was letting his hands fall over your thighs as he settled above you. Now he didn’t turn away from your attempts to hold him close; at least with your fingers running over his lithe frame, you wouldn’t be tempted to free yourself of your blindfold.

“Would you like a hint?”

It had been a present for him.

Though it was your trivia knowledge contributing to your team’s success each week, Ren’s presence had the importance of boosting morale – particularly yours. With infrequent cheek kisses and the promise of spending a little longer with you when the evening was over working so well, you wanted to thank him. This surprise had certainly caught him off guard, but it had turned against you so quickly.

“Hint,” he said, and you felt the exhale on your lips. He remained just out of reach when you lifted your chin. “There is little intent of giving satisfaction.”

Your heart fell and his name became a plea, but he was finally touching you. Ren sucked on your lip and fell away too easily when you tried to beckon him closer. Lips lingering over decorated lingerie, he nudged his way between your legs and groaned against your soft skin.

The blindfold had been part of his gift, too.

Since you were dressing up in an outfit sure to make him fall to his knees, he could wait to admire you. It was perhaps your fault for making him wait too long, too content just to guide his hands over the pretty set blindly.

Now when he undressed you – all but your stockings, you wished you could take it back.

“Tease.”

The threat of being left without satisfaction brought your thighs to close around his wrist, but it held him there, his touch focused on stroking over your clit until your body jumped. Ren kissed the lift of your hips and down, unable to fight against the heat building in your navel as he found you fluttering, thighs beginning to tremble.

He kissed you to a crest, lips parting around your throbbing nerves, tongue lapping at your body – always wanting to leave little marks behind. You shifted and sought hold of his horn, clutching his crown to anchor him just there.

“I’m so – I’m so close,” you rasped.

“You’re too pretty for me to not give in,” he whispered, and brought you to fall with long, curling fingers until your blindfold dislodged as you trembled. Ren dragged out your pleasure as you nudged the mask completely free, watching as he sucked you from his knuckles.

He looked up, hands falling to his buckle.

“Keep the stockings on.”

[slothspaghettiwrites]

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@foxgloveprincess

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