#faun x f!human

[monstersohmy]

Cryptids and Human Sexuality: A Study By Dr. Nina Ferris

Chapter Two: The Faun

Pairing: M!Faun x F!Human

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word count: 3600

Warnings: p in v, oral (f! recieving), edging

At the location. Will be offline for a few days. You know what to do if you don’t hear from me. 

Nina fired off the email to some trusted colleagues before hopping in the tiny cab that sped along to the next location: a valley village at the end of a bumpy road that threaded through rolling foothills. 

On approach, much of it could be seen from the window. Beyond quaint, it was made up of modest homes that eventually clustered into the town center, looking very much like something from a game. Nina chuckled at the idea of someone saying It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this! before she hiked toward the target. 

Nina acquired a paper map; one that could not be bought in a shop. This one had to be found in possession of an old woman who’d drawn it expertly by hand with a clear path to the research goal: a creature midway up the mountain peeking above the tree line near the forest’s center. The location was certain but the nature of the cryptid was not. Some stories described a leafy green entity while others described something more . . . swampy and fang-y. The cryptids from the beach were taloned and far from soft, but had been a relatively safe experience compared to the stories. Surely, this would be similar.

This entire expedition gave Nina pause and not only from the foggy info on the cryptid. There had been something like a scavenger hunt just to find the old woman who’d demanded the solution to a riddle of all things!

“Are you serious?” Nina asked.

“Of course not, girl. Give me fifty, plus another twenty for interrupting the cooking. Stew won’t stir itself,” the old woman laughed, raspy and chill. “And no Venmo. Cash.”

Nina handed over seventy in cash and took the map. The old woman held on a bit longer than necessary, eyes darting between it and the curious researcher’s face before relenting. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Nina said, examining the map as she turned to leave. Beautiful work reminiscent of the antique maps; the only thing missing was Here There Be Dragons written in dramatic script. This must go in the book! She took out the spiral notebook and jotted a reminder to discuss permissions and credit the woman for her work. Perhaps an interview? Maybe try to trick the stew recipe out of her? After all, it smelled divine. Those last words were deeply underlined. 

“Storm’s coming. Might want to rethink it if you want to make it back here,” the old woman called. 

Not a single cloud marred the bright blue sky. What the fuck was this woman on about?

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” Nina replied. However, the aroma coming from the little house was enticing. “How much for a thermos of stew to go?”

*

All roads stopped at the village, so the expedition continued on foot out of the valley and over the foothills that became rockier as the journey climbed higher. Exhausted and panting, Nina finally reached the crest to look upon her destination: a forest huddling tightly at the edge of a pale green plain scarred by a glossy, slate colored stream. 

She sat for a rest and a few bites of the stew, still hot in the thermos, doing a few rough sketches of the location. It was still a good walk to the treeline, but it would be reached before sunset. However, the old woman had been right: there was a storm stirring.

Dark gray crept forward and would overtake the forest sometime in the night. Time was of the essence: it was possible to make it a good way beyond the trees and pop up the tent just before the storm attacked if she moved fast. 

Between the physical exhaustion and upcoming lack of sleep due to the storm, Nina would be useless tomorrow and would have to focus on sketches and basic descriptions of the area. It would add at least a day to the expedition.

*

Moss blanketed everything: ground, rocks, trees, and roots. The trees themselves grew so thickly that the canopy filtered out the sunlight and reduced the blue sky to flecks between the leaves. They grew more gnarled as Nina picked her way through, searching for a place flat enough to set up the tent. The storm was nigh; a slight breeze rustled leaves as the air cooled. Critters were already scampering to shelter. 

Finally, Nina found a spot with just enough room for the tent. It was on the rockier side, but there would be no sleep tonight anyway. With a resigned sigh, she fished out the tent strapped to the bottom of her pack, popping it up just in time for the light mist that was the storm’s harbinger to begin drifting down. Thunder rolled in the distance. This was going to be a difficult night. 

“That is uncivilized.” 

The voice had a lilting accent dusted with mild disgust and was not remotely like the stories described. Nina turned to see the suspicious face, lean yet well toned bare arms and torso of a man above the legs and hooves of a goat. Sandy hair curled over his forehead and around the short horns that curved back from above his ears. 

A faun.  

A faun was not on the agenda for this research trip. Perhaps she should return, though? There were so many varied depictions of fauns and this one managed to look like none of them and all of them at the same time. Stunning.

“What exactly is uncivilized?” Nina’s tone came off more annoyed than intended. Although, she was very annoyed. After all, she’d put in a lot of effort to find a suitable spot to set up camp; one that disturbed as little of the forest as possible. 

He rolled his eyes, head dipping forward to indicate the tent.

“It’ll get me through the night. I’ll be fine.”

He nodded curtly and deftly trotted away between the mossy trees.

*

The storm was still a bit away, but the wind was already howling and shaking the tent. Thunder rolled loud and steady in the distance. Nina sat with legs drawn up, head against her knees, slightly rocking. This was going to be a long and frightening night. 

A hand batted against the tent, making her yelp in alarm. 

“This storm is going to be violent.” That lilting accent called. “You’ll not be safe out here.”

“What do you suggest I do, then?” Nina shouted to be heard over the ripping wind and trying to conceal the fear. 

A long pause. There was just enough moonlight streaming through the tent that she could see the faun’s head dropping, considering. 

“Come to my home. It’s not far.”

Nina didn’t have to be told twice. She scrambled out of the tent and threw on the pack. 

“We must move quickly,” he said, bounding off, weaving his way through the dense, slippery roots that breached the ground. She struggled to keep up, weighed down by the pack and trying to be mindful of the terrain. Rain began falling, quickly becoming a blinding wall. A flickering yellow light lay ahead and she carefully moved toward it, fearful of tripping and getting injured. Being waterlogged was preferable to being broken. 

Suddenly, Nina’s pack was torn away and she was lifted from the ground, caught between two arms with wet skin against her cheek. In a few moments, the air was warm and dry and smelled of a fireplace and fresh bread. 

Those arms carefully deposited her on a knotted rug near the fire. The cottage muffled the raging sounds of the storm and sturdy walls blocked the piercing wind. Sleep came easily as that elegant voice drifted down.

“Uncivilized.”

*

Nina woke up on her back in front of the fireplace. The left side of her body was hot and dry, the other still soggy and chilled.

“I brought your pack inside. I do hope anything important was stowed in the middle. Everything else is soaked, I’m afraid.”

She sat up, blinking and taking in the cozy cottage. White washed walls, slate floor. A heavy wood table sat before a rustic log frame sofa covered in quilts and afghans. And books. Books stacked everywhere with unknown letters adorning the spines and covers. Instinctively, Nina reached for the nearest tome.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything. Not while you’re dripping rainwater,” the faun sternly ordered. He pointed to a neatly folded towel and robe aside the hearth. “Towel off, change, and leave your clothes to dry by the fire. I’ll prepare a plate and tea. I will, of course, be turned away for your privacy.”

As directed, Nina shed her wet jeans, flannel, and t-shirt and laid them out before toweling off and shrugging into the warm robe.

“Alright,” she called. “I’m decent.”

The faun’s hooves clicked on the slate floor while he carried a tray stocked with cheese, crusty bread, a squat teapot, and two mugs. He poured and nodded, indicating it was time to drink.

”Thank you,” She sipped, relishing the warmth and liking the woodsy flavor tinted with something floral and some other warm spice. “This . . . I’m not a tea person but . . . this is . . . what kind of tea is this?”

“It’s made from what I gather. Never quite the same brew.”

“It’s– I like it,” Nina said, briefly wanting to ask about specifics and deciding against it. In this unplanned part of the chapter, she would simply say tea. Not for practical purposes. It just felt right to keep it close. Keep it hers. 

“Who are you and what are you doing out here?” he asked, voice laced with suspicion. “I saw you taking notes.”

“I’m Dr. Nina Ferris and I’m studying . . .,” she went on to describe the work, face heating. Nina choked. This was only her second expedition for the study and the cryptids at that beach hadn’t asked her reasons for being there. She hadn’t considered that any of the subjects would ask. Suddenly, she felt very guilty about using the term subjects and felt embarrassed to talk about her work. 

“None of the stories from this area mentioned a faun,” she said at the end, removing her glasses and wiping them clean as she’d done so many times while trying to stall. Also trying to avoid his gaze. 

“If you’re here for the creature in the caves, please don’t continue,” he said lowly. “No one comes back.”

“That’s what the stories say.” Nina wavered. She should have saved this expedition for last, as it was the scariest. 

“Humans,” the faun huffed, shaking his head in resigned disappointment. 

An entirely too close thunderclap pierced Nina’s ears, forcing a wince. Then another which brought her knees up. Nina regularly and recklessly forged her way through any obstacle but thunder always made her a scared little girl who wanted to hide in the cabinet under the sink. 

“It’s alright. It’s just thunder,” he said softly. 

The faun shifted across the sofa so he could take this strange human woman who seemed fearless about pursuing the creature but was terrorized by thunder, under his arm and possibly help her feel safe. 

When humans traversed the woods, he usually kept to the shadows and left them to their own devices even when they wandered too far and too deep. However, this Nina woman had been so careful while picking her way through the trees and bushes and flowers, trying not to disturb them, gently running fingers along the moss that covered everything. While running from the storm, her steps were deliberate and she skirted around a thicket of larkspur even though it took her briefly off the path. She should have some warmth and comfort.

Nina lay her head on his shoulder and sighed at the feel of the enveloping arm and the faun’s bare chest against her cheek. 

“What’s your name?” she whispered, cringing at another thunderclap. 

“Silas.”

*

Silas held Nina through every furious thunder strike. Eventually, her wincing and shivering at the sounds became gasps, then nothing at all until she drifted off.

The faun considered this strange woman peacefully sleeping against his chest. She was unlike any human he’d encountered. Kind and considerate where the others blundered about, not caring about the destruction left behind. A curious nature. She’d seemed so excited about the books piled about. Looking down, he took in the soft curve of her cheek and a lock of wavy blue hair that had fallen across her forehead. 

This Dr. Nina Ferris was rather pretty and he wanted her.

She stirred and absently brushed her lips against his chest, sending a sharp wave rolling between his legs. Maybe . . .?

Nina woke with a start, realizing what she’d done. 

“I’m sorry!” she blurted, pulling away. “I didn’t mean– not that you’re not– you certainly are–”

“It’s alright,” he interrupted. His eyes went askance, voice shy. “Actually, I wondered, would you like to . . . conduct your research in a . . . closer. . .  way?” 

Silas seemed to lead a lovely life of brewing his teas and studying his books. Putting him in hers would bring attention and draw other humans to gawk and trample the forest he tended, shattering his peace. She couldn’t do that. He was beautiful and kind; she had to see that he stayed that way. 

“Closer? Yes.” Nina rose, went to the pack leaning against the door, and detached the dry bag clipped to it. From within, she took out the notebook containing her handwritten observations of this expedition, ripped them out, and threw them in the fire. “Not for research, though.”

“Why?” he asked, bewhildered. 

“Because I don’t want you to be disturbed by other nosy humans.” It was Nina’s turn to look away unsurely. “I want to keep you a secret.”

He was immediately hard, cock rising long and thick from the hair covering his goat-like legs. In a flurry, Nina shed the robe and rushed to straddle him, lips diving into his. Silas tasted like warm spiced tea. He grasped her hair, guiding her to arch back and place her breasts front and center for his mouth to explore. 

Her body was soft and supple in his hands; the body of a woman who enjoyed the delights of life. Silas brushed his lips across her nipple with the slightest flick of his tongue, smiling at the whine he’d drawn from her and the twitch of his cock at the sound. 

Feeling bold, he turned attention to her other nipple and nipped with his teeth. The moan was high pitched and breathy. 

“I’ve never been with a human,” he panted, lips still sucking at her breast. Then, almost imperceptibly, “like you.”

“I’ve never been with a faun,” Nina responded with a smile, crashing back into his mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Hungrily, she ground against him, brushing her folds along his length until she was pulsing with desire and his head had fallen back, hands gripping the globes of her ass. 

“Are you sure?” she quietly asked.

Silas nodded. 

She grasped what he had for her and dragged the tip through the slick that had been gathering since seeing those stacks of books. Lord, she loved a literary person. 

He let out the sweetest gasp at the touch then she lowered down, inch by delicious inch, as his hands slid up to clutch her shoulders and pull her tight against him. She moved so slowly, partly to have time to adjust to stretching around his cock and partly to savor the vision of Silas’ head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open while he struggled to resist throwing her to the floor in front of the fire and relentlessly ram into her. 

Finally he bottomed out with a mutual gasp. Nina’s face buried in his neck while adjusting to the feeling of his cock along her walls and the goat legs between her thighs. Gingerly, she pushed up nearly to the head and sank back down with a whine. Silas grasped her by the hair, yanking her mouth to his. Nina began bouncing, arching away to be caught by his hands digging into her sides while he nipped at her beasts, hips rutting up to meet hers. 

He slid one hand up to rest between her shoulders while the other drifted down to her sensitive bud, thumb lightly circling. Nina moaned ragged and long, bouncing harder and faster yet he would not increase pressure and pace to meet hers. She shifted to try and each time he pulled his thumb back to continue the barest whisper of a touch until she was near tears from the need to be released. 

“Please,” she whined. “Silas, please. I want–”

He pressed hard, immediately sending sharp, crackling pleasure through her body accompanied by wild cries that rivaled the raging storm. Silas pulled her flush against his chest as her climax began to recede. Just before it cleared, his embrace became immobilizing as he rutted up to chase his own release, fingers digging into her hip and shoulder as he discovered it with a deep groan into her cheek.

When his hold loosened, Nina fully collapsed to rest her head on his shoulder while he absently stroked her back. She swiftly fell asleep. 

*

In the morning, Nina woke to the sensation of being lifted and moved. Instinctively, her arms and legs wrapped around Silas while his hands supportively curled under her thighs, friction feathering the pearl between them, while he carried her to the small bedroom dominated by a large, sturdy bed. With a deep sigh and lazy <grind>, she nipped at his bare shoulder, grinning at <the feel of> his cock rising again.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” he teased. 

“Not really. I just see no point in denying one’s wants.”

Silas pried her limbs away to throw her on the featherbed and, in contrast to the erudite faun who collected books and made tea, shoved her legs apart, leering at her fluttering hole. He ran a finger down along her soft thigh to <the apex> where it barely brushed the <bundle of nerves> and continued further, tracing patterns on the curve of her belly, nimble fingers pebbling nipples. All the while, Nina whimpered and writhed, breathing one word: please

He’d indulge her desire, but not yet. This human woman was very receptive and, unlike others who’d blundered through the wood, hadn’t <hemmed and hawed>, wringing hands and talking in circles to rationalize wanting to fuck a cryptid. Eventually, many gave in to their desire for a single tumble, but felt guilty after. An uncivilized response.

Dr. Nina Ferris was decisive, unashamed, and enthusiastic. Such an enjoyable departure! He paid close attention to every response. Every quiver and high-pitched breath. Every instance of fingernails marking his skin. Perhaps he would document her in his journals. The thought curved his lips in a smile and light chuckle against her breast. 

“What’s funny?” Nina asked, anxiety blooming in her eyes. 

“We’re not so different,” he murmured. “I saw your interest in my books. I wrote some of them, you know.”

She gasped and grinded against his cock. All he had to do now was say he was also an artist and she’d explode immediately. 

He worked down along her abdomen, delivering little nips along the way just hard enough to leave marks that would linger for a few days until his lips met her apex and <brushed> against the sensitive bud. Featherlight, his tongue flicked at it, eliciting a shudder that became a steady quake as he continued with relentlessly slow kitten licks holding her just at the precipice. 

“Silas . . . please,” she groaned through clenched teeth. “Let . . . me–”

Abruptly he pulled away and stood, looking down with a devious grin and glinting eyes.

“Are you serious? Wha– what are you doing?”

“Giving you a reason to return,” he chuckled.

Seething, Nina got up and went about dressing and gathering her things for the upcoming trek. The day was clear and crisp. So long as the rain soaked trails were minded, she would make it to the caves by early afternoon. The faun tucked a packet of bread and cheese in the pack then walked her out. 

“Nina, please.” Silas grabbed her hand and squeezed with surprising and uncomfortable strength, tugging her away from the path leading to the caves near the mountaintop. “Please don’t go up there.”

She gazed at the beautiful face beneath the horns and floppy curls glinting in the sunbeams that cut through the trees. A face that held a true visage of concern and worry. He’d lived in this wood for who knows how long and knew its secrets. Perhaps, his warning should be heeded. 

“Alright. I won’t,” she acquiesced. “For now. Depending on how the rest of the research goes, I may need to come back to–”

Silas shut her up with a kiss. 

“Well, then, Dr. Nina Ferris. Next time you come through I must do everything in my power to prevent you from leaving.”

*

Back at the village, Nina went about arranging transport back to civilization. Before the car left, she returned to the old woman who’d sold her the map to ask questions about the local legends. Ever the hustler, she demanded a fee for her time and interrupted cooking. At least this time, Nina was invited in and given a cup of tea while the interview was conducted.

“I see you met Silas,” the old woman noted at its conclusion.

“What? How did you–”

“You’re glowing.” She winked. “Real slut, that one.”

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ where were you, before we met? ]❜

ft. mr tumnus x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ tumnus encounters an unconscious stranger in the snow, a flower nymph┊1.7k words

setting: the age of winter (the lion, the witch, & the wardrobe) contains: love at first sight for tumnus, talks of species extinction, flowers are the reader’s choice, probably inaccurate lore, mentions/implications of death (?), rushed ending

➤ author's note: why are there so few tumnus fics when he’s so cute?

the faun wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, finding a young woman lying asleep in the freezing with nothing but a thin, tattered coat and surrounding snow to protect you. white flakes stuck to your hair and eyelashes, completely unmoving and making him fear that he came across a corpse while exploring the woods too deeply. he had to examine you more closely to check if you were still alive and jumped back when he found that you were indeed still breathing, feverish to the touch even instead of being as cold as stone. he certainly couldn’t just leave you here to die when you were clearly not built to endure the cold like he was, so he was quick to drop everything he was doing to carry you in his arms and bring you back to his humble abode.

he almost assumed that you were another daughter of eve at first glance, but now that he was looking more closely, he could see that you weren’t. besides, the chances of meeting another human just like the day before were even lower than impossible than meeting miss lucy pevensie before. you had pointed, leaf-like ears and barely noticeable green vine patterns swirling all over your skin. there was something enchanting about you that he couldn’t quite explain, an ancient and whimsical charm that sparkled in you with the beauty of a siren. despite not knowing your name, voice, or even eye color, he felt a strange connection to you as if he once met you in a dream. he didn’t understand why he felt this way, why his heart was beating do quickly for a stranger he was saving, but perhaps it was fated for the two of you to cross paths.

he was concerned about the fact that you didn’t come to at all while he was transporting you, not even so much as a twitch of the nose. he half-expected you to start squirming or maybe even attack him out of panic, but you were as still as sleeping beauty until he set you down in his armchair and started the fire before tossing a woolen blanket over you. he watched you anxiously while making something hot to drink, not sure how you would react to waking up in a strange place with a strange narnian.

the heat of the flames melted away the rigidness of your body and the remnants of snow that clung to you, returning the sensitivity of your nerves and allowing you to feel the softness of the fabrics you were enveloped in. you stirred in place before finally opening your eyes, looking confused on how you woke up in someone’s home when you collapsed in the forest. movement in the far corner caught your attention, slowly turning your head to find a handsome, shy-looking faun bringing you a cup of tea with a few cookies on the same tray.

“oh, you’re awake! here, have some tea, you’ll need your strength,” he hastily placed everything on the table next to you and went to tend to the fire, almost as if he was scared to speak to you face-to-face. “i’m sorry for dragging you all this way, you seemed awfully cold in this weather— well, it’s been this weather since forever and you actually seemed awfully lifeless— my name is tumnus, by the way,” he promptly smacked his face, realizing that he had started rambling and said something inappropriate for the situation by saying you looked ‘lifeless’. why does he always lose composure so easily?

you opened your mouth to thank him for saving you, but you were unable to speak, your voice being hoarse and your throat drier than a dessert. embarrassed, you simply picked up the cup and drank the entire thing without sparing a single drop, the piping hot liquid providing a soothing remedy for all of your ailments and the floral aroma healing you. all the tension in your body was released and any previous anxieties you might have had about the faun vanished, quickly replaced with gratitude to him for saving your life. besides, such an adorably kind fellow who lives in such a quaint space and gives such wonderful handmade treats couldn’t possibly have bad intentions or have done anything punishable by the law like treason!

with renewed vitality, the dull green marking your skin began to glow a viridescent emerald and flowers began to bloom, entangling with your locks as well as sprouting in small groups all over the ground of the hallowed cave. tumnus could only look in amazement, both at how beautiful you were and at the sudden appearance of plants in his home. he carefully touched the delicate petals of the new growth and felt a strong sense of nostalgia, remembering a memory that he thought was long lost of his father wrestling in the grass with him in a grassy field littered with the same blossoms that were currently flourishing. it brought so much color to the place and it felt so nice to have more living things in his place, but he paused and looked up at you in wonder, “i thought… i thought all of the flower nymphs died out a year after the age of winter started.”

“i don’t know how either, i simply woke up from a deep sleep and started running until i passed out from exhaustion when i realized that there wasn’t anyone around for miles,” you explained, moving the blanket off of you now that you were at a much more comfortable temperature. “it was like i was hibernating until i woke up in an empty cave, but the last thing i remember was…” your eyes suddenly flashed with fear, “that woman… jadis… is she the reason it’s still snowing when it should be spring right now? i… sort of recall…”

“well. she’s actually known as the ‘white witch’ now,” he scoffed, unsure of when he grew the balls to talk poorly of her when just the thought of her terrified him, “and depending on who you ask, she’s the queen of narnia… for the past hundred years…”

“a hundred years… i’ve been asleep for a hundred years?” you gasped and stood up so quickly that you felt lightheaded, nearly falling over in the process and making the faun run over to catch you before settling you back into the chair. “i need to go! i need to look for my family and friends!”

“but you don’t even know if they are still alive! as far as everyone else knows— as far as i knew until a few minutes ago, flower nymphs have been extinct! the tree nymphs have picked their sides in the war while water nymphs have been frozen under the ice! besides, i shudder to think of what she’ll do if she finds you when rumors have it that she kills anyone or anything that reminds her of other seasons when they’ve been banned.”

the mere concept of an entire season being banned used to be laughable as all four seasons were harmonized and perfectly balanced, but now it was a very real nightmare in naria now that there is a new ruler… or at least she’s new to you. you began to tear up at the thought that everyone you once knew could be dead unless a miracle had occurred like it did with you, a miracle that you couldn’t even explain since you knew nothing about it. all of the creatures that live under the water could survive the winter season as they always have, but that was only for a handful of months… could any of them withstand an entire century or were their corpses simply frozen in time under the sheets of ice?

he placed his hand over yours, calming your racing thoughts and recapturing your attention. something about him was so warm and comforting, immediately putting you at ease when you looked into his eyes that told you that everything would be fine. you took a deep breath and just savored the feeling of being safe, unsure why someone you’ve known for not even a fraction of the day made you feel secure, but it was completely welcome in this time of stress and turmoil.

“look, things are going to change soon,” he hasn’t told this to anyone yet, and he really shouldn’t be spilling at all, but he trusted you and was within the walls of his own home. “yesterday, i befriended a daughter of eve— a human named lucy pevensie,” he continued whispering as your eyes widened at the information. “she and her family may be the ones from the prophecy, the ones who will end the reign of the white witch and bring spring back to narina— but you mustn’t tell a soul.”

he made you pinky swear on it before you giggled, “i don’t have a soul to tell it to! i don’t even have a place to stay for the night!”

“you can stay with me! i-it’s not much, but it would be great to have company!” he blushed when he realized what he was offering you, but he doesn’t think he would have proposed this to anyone else. he barely knows a thing about you, but it didn’t really matter to him since it felt so natural. “o-only if you want to… of course…”

“that would be lovely,” you beamed a smile before it exploded into full-blown laughter that was so contagious that he laughed along with you. “prehaps i can even meet this ‘lucy pevensie’ soon!”

“oh, i know she would absolutely adore you!”

his cold, dark residence illuminated by nothing but the fireplace and candles suddenly seemed so bright, and you made him feel so much warmer than he has ever felt in a hundred years— he didn’t think it was possible yesterday, yet he had been proven wrong. he didn’t know if he was even allowed to feel such happiness when he once considered handing a young girl over to the secret police, but it wasn’t something that he was thinking about right now. all he was thinking about was how wonderful the past two days have been.

if only this warmth could have lasted forever… he could only hope that the young humans will keep you safe while he’s rotting in prison and that the two of you will be reunited soon…

[mk-chimera]

The Horned Man

Part 2 of….

Male Satyr x Fem! Human

Series: 2nd person, extra-canon short stories

CW: explicit, F/M, bondage

His name is Alder.

Most satyrs and fauns you’ve met have names like that- names that refer to nature, animals, colors, weather and the like. You’ve always thought it was charming.

That first night you don’t get all that much useful information out of him- unless of course you count learning his favorite ways of having his cock touched, in which case you’ve gathered a significant amount of research.

You knew satyrs had high sex drives, but this whole scenario has shown you that you really had no idea how high. When he eventually asks you to stop it isn’t because he’s done, it’s just because he’s too sensitive to continue. His cock reduces the half hardness and then hangs there against the patch of furred upper thigh that escaped the tree.

You promise to come back in the morning. He panics, begging you not to go. You tell him that your house is just across the grounds and you’ll be back- you just need to sleep, and you definitely need to change clothes. His pent up frustrations were obvious not only in volume but in, ah… force.

You don’t know if he believes you. When you get back home you change, then fuck yourself within an inch of your life with a dildo and your favorite vibrator. You’re so turned on that even though you pick your biggest sex toy it slides in easily, eliciting a back-arching moan of relief. Finally.

You come hard enough to be desperately glad you don’t have neighbors; hard enough to see stars.

You make a note to take at least the vibrator with you tomorrow- it wasn’t fair for him to come as much as he wanted while you got nothing in return, after all. And maybe it would be fun to see his reaction if you used it on him.

—

In the morning, you waste no time getting ready and then getting out to the greenhouse once more.

The relief on his face when he sees you actually makes you smile. He’s hard again, dripping precome just from seeing you walk in the door, and you can’t help it- you giggle.

Much like the night before, it only takes a few strokes to get him off the first time. This time you know better, and stay out of range. You don’t stop stroking after he stops coming, and he keeps fucking your fist with his cute little partial-thrusts as though his orgasm has made no impact at all. You wonder how many times you’re going to have to get him off before he feels anything near satisfied.

You speed up a little, and he comes again with a little whimper. You ask him, “is there any relief at all? You’re still as hard as when we started.”

“Feels great,” he said, leaning his bed back against the tree.

“I can tell,” you say, rubbing a fingertip over his frenulum and watching him squirm. “But is it actually a relief? Or is it just pleasure on top of pressure?”

He groaned. “That’s too complicated of a question for me right now.”

You’re using his own come as lube as you stroke him. It does kind of feel like you’re doing something wrong- you’ve been with enough men, human and otherwise, for it to be ingrained in you to be gentle with a man after his orgasm unless he asks you to do otherwise.

You cup his face with your freehand and he leans his head against it, closing his eyes as you stroke his cheek. You’ve been preoccupied-reasonably so, you think- with the more obvious sexual neglect he had experienced, but now you realize how much he’s just missing touch in general.

You stroke the fur along his jawline and his ear. His ear is velvet-soft, and flutters when you touch it. His fur there is a reddish brown, similar to his curls- and to the trail of fur traveling down his lower belly and then covering the small portion of his hips and legs that can still be seen. He’s very pretty.

You press your lips to his as he comes, and he moans against your mouth and kisses you like he can’t get enough.

The Horned Man

Male Satyr x Fem! Human

Series: 2nd person, extra-canon short stories

Part 1 of….

CW: Explicit, F/M, bondage (technically)

Your family property might be more of a ruin than anything now, decades past its prime with once-opulent stonework that now crumbles a bit more beneath every footstep and an implacable tide of ivy slowly picking away at the siding, but it still manages to surprise you now and again.

Granted, those surprises are often of the less than pleasant kind- leaking roofs, faulty plumbing, mice chewing through just the wrong wire in the jerry-rigged electrical system to knock out the power to the main house for the better part of a week- but still. Once in a while, the place gives you something really interesting.

One night in February, while clearing out the old greenhouse that was turned into a storage area by a relative before you were born, you find a faerie.

You’re the only one living here now, which means you’re the only one around to clean and keep things neat. It also means that if something happens on the property, it only gets noticed if you yourself happen to notice it- and there are a whole lot of buildings to keep an eye on. When you go into the greenhouse, it’s for the first time in months.

You’ve been thinking about emptying it out and cleaning it up for some time, but something else always seemed to take precedence. But tonight, inspiration- or something close to it- strikes, and you find yourself entering the greenhouse with a flashlight just after midnight.

There are boxes piled everywhere, many of them full of items older than you are. There’s a stockpile of outdated furniture in here as well, and you notice that the covers on some pieces have been removed since you last saw them. Someone has been in here.

That’s when you notice the man.

You shriek. So does he. You hold your flashlight like a weapon and shine it in his face, ready to tell him you played travel ball as a teen and he has three seconds to book it out of there before you start swinging.

That’s when you notice the curling horns sprouting from the man’s head. And something else- something much, much stranger. The lower half of the man’s body is gone.

You’ve been able to see the fae your whole life. Your mother and grandmother always told you that the family had a bit of the fae blood- not enough to do anything useful, just enough to let you see things others can’t. So this man isn’t the first satyr you’ve seen, nor is he anywhere near the oddest creature you’ve seen on your property. But he certainly is the first that you’ve seen merged with a tree.

The tree itself isn’t new; this side of the greenhouse had been built around it, allowing the centuries-old oak to remain as a testament to a time when the property had been one more nameless patch of old growth forest. But you’re absolutely certain that it hadn’t had a horned man attached to its roots the last time you saw it.

You’d remember that.

“What happened to you?” You ask.

He squints at you fearfully, head turned to the side in case you decide to blind him with the flashlight again. “You can see me?” He asks in surprise.

“You and the horns,” you say dryly. “Why are you in my greenhouse?”

He lets out a nervous little giggle. “Trust me,” he said. “This wasn’t my idea.”

The vines are growing over him, you realize; he is being overgrown with ivy just as the building is.

“How long have you been here?” You ask.

“Since the Winter Solstice,” he tells you.

You learn he ended up this way for angering another fae- he’d lost a bet to her and to teach him a lesson she’d stranded him here until she returned for the Summer Solstice. He wouldn’t get hungry or thirsty, or experience any harm- but he couldn’t leave, either.

You set the flashlight down with its light pointing upwards to give you both enough light to see by. He looks remarkably good for having been stuck here for two months. His amber eyes are clear as honey, and his long eyelashes are the same red-brown as his hair. He’s clean-shaven save for the little extra growth on his sideburns that traces the first few inches of his jawline- a telltale satyr feature, along with the curly hair and the furred ears that moved as he spoke.

And the horns, of course.

You try to move some of the vines away from him and your hand finds something warm and decidedly not plant based. You snatch your hand away and he shudders. He tells you that that is another part of the punishment- all of his limbs are within the tree, but neither his cock nor his sex drive has been touched by the curse.

Whoever had done this, she had known satyrs very well. This was a punishment that would work better than most on their kind. You wonder what he possibly could have done to deserve it- or if she just got off on the thought of him being stuck like this.

“Does that mean you haven’t come since Winter?” You ask, morbid curiosity getting the better of you.

His freckled cheeks redden. “No,” he says, glancing down at where his feet should have been.

He tells you that sometimes he gets so pent up and desperate that he manages to come without any contact- not as good as a true orgasm, of course, but a blessed relief from the constant pressure and need. You feel a corresponding throb in your own body.

You put your hand back on his cock and feel his hips move towards you the little bit they are permitted.

“Please,” he says, the bashfulness vanishing and being. replaced by wild, wanton need.

You can’t tell him no.

His cock is already slick with precome. You give him a slow stroke and he gasps, craning his head down to watch you touch him. His full lips form a pretty little circle as he watches your hand move.

You give him two more deliberate pumps- and he comes in your hand with a cry, spilling more come that you’ve ever seen in one go. He comes and comes, and when he’s finally done he lets out a ragged sigh. His cock doesn’t even soften in your hand- it just twitches and throbs, red and swollen in the low light.

“Thank you,” he says shakily. Then, “Can- can you do it again?”

You do. This time you don’t even make it to fifteen strokes before he’s coming again, swearing and writhing.

You’re going to have more fun with this project than you thought.

{Part 1 of …}

[kim-monsterlings]

Monster Match Masterlist - CLOSED

Once finished, monster matches will be uploaded here rather than my main exophilia masterlist!

Monster Match Count: 24

Last Updated: 03/12/2021

Masterlist // Monster Match Info // My Ko-Fi

01, Jem - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

02, Luca - M Werewolf x F Human (Reader) // SFW

03, Janus - M Minotaur x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

04, Valo - M Drider x AFAB NB Human (Reader) // NSFW

05, Kiana - F Werebear x F Human (Reader) // SFW

06, Sahn - M Lizardfolk x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

07, Elsie - F Vampire x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

08, Kyo - M Oni x F Human (Reader) // SFW

09, Niran - M Rakshasa x M Human (Reader) // SFW

10, Dana - F Ghost x NB Human (Reader) // NSFW

11, Ronan - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // SFW

12, Kip - M Bat Person x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Grapefruit

13, Deon -  M Tiefling x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

14, Olwen - F Succubus x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

15, Laurel - NB Forest Guardian Fae x F Human (Reader) // SFW

16, Alwyn - NB Moth x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

17, Levi - M Harpy x F Human (Reader) // SFW

18, Tyr - M Firbolg x NB Human (Reader) // NSFW

19, Bastian - M Fae x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

20, Emyr - M Selkie x F Human (Reader) // SFW

21, Vin - M Orc x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

22, Keir - M Drider x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

23, Noemi - F Faun x AFAB NB Human (Reader) // NSFW - birthday present for @weasleasley​ <3

24, Ren - M Tiefling x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

[bananaslugmothbee]

Make a g/t oc!

Choose your favorite:

chocolate = giant

vanilla = tiny

strawberry = shifter

Choose your favorite:

dog = male

cat = female

snake = non-binary

bird = trans man

bunny = trans woman

rat = demigirl

mouse = demiboy

lizard = genderfluid

horse = agender

goat = bigender

ferret = intersex

fish = pangender

Choose your favorite meme:

No b*tches? = Straight

Amogus drip = Lesbian

Buff doge vs cheems = Gay

Always has been = Pansexual

Trade offer = Bicurious

Gigachad = Androsexual

juan = Gynosexual

This is fine = Polysexual

We are not the same = Queer

Ight imma head out = Bisexual

Flex tape = Ceterosexual

Mr Incredible becomes uncanny = Omnisexual

Favorite time of day:

Morning = Aroace

Afternoon = Asexual

Noon = Aromantic

Dawn = Demiromantic

Evening = Demisexual

Midnight = Allosexual

First letter of your legal last name:

A = Human

B = Mermaid

C = Bogeyman

D = Alien

E = Skeleton

F = Ghost

G = Dragon

H = Ent

I = Goblin

J = Harpey

K = Naga

L = Centaur

M = Slime

N = Kelpie

O = Pooka

P = Gorgon

Q = Cyclops

R = Banshee

S = Gargoyle

T = Elf

U = Wendigo

V = Faun

W = Satyr

X = Sea serpent

Y = Kitsune

Z = Hatuibwari

Choose 3 favorites:

Blue = Spontaneous

Yellow = Extroverted

Green = Hostile

Brown = Neurotic

Red = Sarcastic

White = Calm

Gray = Introverted

Black = Conscientious

Orange = Naive

Pink = Friendly

Purple = Suspicious

Gold = Greedy

Maroon = Benevolent

Teal = Daring

Coral = Cunning

Rust = Loyal

Tan = Apathetic

[intoanothermind]

Beauty Queen - Chapter 8

B E A U T Y   Q U E E N

Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?

- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Masterlist

<Chapter 7 | Chapter 9>

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C H A P T E R   E I G H T

When everyone was asleep, Y/N got up slowly and silently. She left the makeshift camp just long enough not to wake any of them. She moved away a little among the trees and hid behind a bush. She spread her white dress around her, camouflaging it from the snow on the floor, and sighed. She had intended to do so since she handed the other part of the glass over to Edmund, but she wouldn’t know how to react to the possible questions he would ask. To say that she was Jadis' sister, to say that she was the Snow Witch. It was one thing to open the game with others, quite another to Edmund. And she didn’t even know why.

Y/N took her own piece of glass from the white fabric, and watched it closely. The surface was cold, blue and irregular like ice, allowing you to use spells. Both pieces were taken from the ice mirror she had in her palace room. She approached the glass to her lips and whispered the spell to her reflection. Then came the well-known image of the ice castle dungeons. In one of the cells was Edmund, with tousled hair and a scratched face. He was huddled in the corner, with a chain around his ankle. Y/N felt her heart tightening, but did everything to shake this feeling. At least for now. She then whispered a communication spell and the image became dark. With the spell activated, she saw only the literal reflection of the mirror - at the time, it was Edmund sweatshirt pocket.

“Edmund! Edmund!” She called.

Edmund shifted. He clearly heard a voice close to him. Did he really hear Y/N's voice or was that dungeon driving him insane? Perhaps neither option nor another, perhaps only longing and regret were creating illusions in your mind. But then he heard your name a second time. He frowned, suspicious. Until he finally realized where the sound of that melodious voice came from. From your pocket.

“Finally!” cried Y/N seeing the boy's face appearing in the reflection.

“Y/N? What is that?” asked Edmund, clutching the piece of glass where he saw Y/N reflex in obscurity that of a forest. Was this all a dream?

“A reflex and communication spell.” and she said hastily. “The piece of glass I gave you comes from the same one I have. They were taken from my ice mirror in my room in the palace.”

“Spell? Reflection? Palace? Y/N, what's going on?” He asked, scared. What was that after all? Who was that mysterious girl really?

“I don't have time to explain now, Eddie.” she told him, trying to escape the questions. Y/N didn't want to tell him who she was. She knew she would have to do it at some point, she just tried to put it off as long as she could. “Just hold on tight that we're going after Aslam.”

“Can Aslam really help with all this?” Edmund asked wistfully.

Y/N nodded firmly. “Aslam is our hope. I may not be a person worthy of being faithful to him, but I will do everything for the Narnian people. And I will fetch you from the hands of that poisonous snake that insists on hunting me!”

Y/N had spoken so firmly and imperative that Edmund unconsciously compared her with a queen - even if he didn’t know more than your name. She was firm, confident and majestic. But then he finally heard her words. She had spoken with such hatred and bitterness that he could almost be certain that it was much more personal.

“Do you know her?” he asked, and was sure when she looked away.

“That is not the case.” Y/N said firmly, praying that she hadn’t made it very clear in her eyes. “You must try to eat and stay strong. And please try not to say too much to her. Give only informations that will keep you alive, but no more than the necessary. As soon as she decides that you are disposable, you will have no chance.”

“How do you know all this?” Edmund asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew there was so much more to that girl than she let out .

“Just trust me, Eddie, please.” Y/N said almost pleading and smiled when he nodded. “Now try to eat something to save your energy.”

Edmund wanted to know why she was so concerned about his health. She looked almost desperate, and he noticed that it was atypical behaviour. He looked around his frozen cell, and found a tray. He took the bread from the tray and took a bite. He crumbled over his mouth, but it was better than nothing. He was very hungry. He choked on the bread and started or coughed.

Y/N started or really despaired when she saw it just by reflection. She wishes she could be there to help you, but if she went, she would be caught, for sure.

“See if you water still in the isn’t frozen!” she said, trying to remain calm.

He took the mug from the tray and saw that the liquid there was frozen. There was nothing to quench the thirst.

“If...” he heard a noise beside him. It came from the cell next to his. He looked and came across a tired and injured faun. “If you won't eat more...”

Edmund then took the bread he had left aside and dragged himself to the hole that was between the cells.

“I would get up, but...” said the faun, also crawling through the cell to get closer. “My legs...”

The man came closer and took the bread.

“Mr... Tumnus?” asked Edmund.

“What's left of him.” replied the faun, savouring the bread as far as possible.

“TUMNUS!” exclaimed Y/N, to see a friendly face.

The faun looked around for the sudden voice, and Edmund held out the glass of ice. And he was astonished to see that the faun was not even surprised by all that... Bizarrity.

“Oh, Y/N!” exclaim or the faun, with a tired expression becoming a little more cheerful and. “Always with the impressive antics!”

“I needed a way to communicate with Edmund and find out what my... What Jadis intends!” Y/N corrected herself quickly when she realized that she had almost slipped her relationship with the Witch in front of Edmund. She just prayed that he hadn't noticed. “Ah, I still haven’t forgotten you locking me in with that chair!”

“It seems that not even the ice was able to release that.” said the faun. But Edmund just got more confused. “How you get out of there?”

Y/N smiled sarcastically . “It was your cellmate, he was kind enough to get me out of there with his siblings.”

“Siblings?” asked Tumnus, a little confused, returning the glass to Edmund. The faun analysed him well and saw some physical similarities with someone he knew. “Your sister is Lucy Pevensie.” he stated.

“My name is Edmund.”

“Yes... You have the same nose.”

“Edmund...” Y/N was about to say when a noise was heard on the other side. She practically knew what it was. “Put this glass out of sight!”

She then undid the communication spell, while the boy's glass was put back in his pocket. And the vision became external again, as if seeing through a window.

They heard a noise outside the cells, like someone coming down to the dungeons. They saw the Witch opening the doors of Edmund's cell and the faun turned on his back, while Edmund crawled again near the tray.

"So..." said the Witch. “My police broke up the dike, you know?! Your little family was not found.”

Edmund was happy with that, but he couldn't let it show. The Witch then took him by the collar of her blouse, lifting him up on his fee.

“Where did they go?” she asked.

“I... I don't know” Edmund said, with difficult breathing.

“So you don't have any use anymore.” growled the Witch, playing it back to the tea it.

She raised her staff.

“Wait!” Edmund said, remembering Y/N's words. “The beaver said something about Aslam!”

The Witch lowered her staff, gaping.

“Aslam?” She asked. “Where?”

“I...”

“He is not from here, Your Majesty.” the faun intruded quickly. “He can't know anything.”

He was kicked by the dwarf that accompanies the Sorceress.

"I asked..." said the Witch, turning to Edmund again. “Where's Aslam?”

The faun looked pleadingly at the boy and he finally realized that he could not give the information he had. It would be the end of Narnia, the end of Aslam and worse: the end of his family and Y/N.

“I don't know.” he replied at last, preferring to lie. “I left before they said.”

The Witch looked at the faun, who bowed his head in thanks.

“I really wanted to see you!” said Edmund in a hurry.

“Guard!” cried the Witch.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” said a hoarse, gravelly voice. Soon afterwards, Edmund could see a hideous orc entering the cell.

“Free the faun!” ordered the Witch.

The orc tore the chains that bound Mr. Tumnus's hooves with an ax, while he whined and was dragged to the Witch' feet.

She turned to him and said.

“Do you know why you're here, faun?”

“Because I believe in a free nation.” He replied with difficulty, as swollen cheeks were a problem.

“You’re here...” she said and pointed the staff at Edmund. “because he handed you over. For sweets.”

The man looked at Edmund in amazement, who bowed his head, ashamed. The Witch lowered the staff and ordered the orc.

“Take him upstairs.” while the faun was dragged out, she turned to the dwarf. “Prepare my reindeer. Edmund misses his family.”

She turned and left the cell, leaving him there locked and alone. Or so they thought. As soon as he found himself alone there, he quickly picked up the piece of glass, seeing the girl there with a sad expression and almost in tears.

“Y/N, what do I do?” he asked, almost desperate.

Y/N had been thinking about it since she saw him coming out of the beaver dam. She would have tried, without a doubt, if I had not known that this was the destiny, that the ancient prophecy could not change. But now, nothing could stop her from trying.

“Now? You wait.” she said in a determined voice, as he stood with the glass still in hands.

“Wait?” Edmund asked, confused. “Wait to die?”

Y/N broke into an almost sadistic smile. “Wait for me. I'm already coming.”

And then she undid the spells and went to the camp to get her sword.

[mthofferings2020]

Gerec

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[gerec]

Marvel Trumps Hate

For anyone interested, previews for what’s on offer for the MTH auction has now gone live, and you can check it out via the link above! Also, I’ve signed up to offer to write fic this year, and you can access the details below:

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Fic or Other Writing – Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Will create works that contain: AUs of all types, crack, angst, a/o, explicit. Open to most kinks, topics and tropes. Will NOT create works that contain: Fluff only, Domestic/Family focused, some kinks (tentacles, fauns/satyrs, feminization, cross dressing, D/S verse, human pets, cat!people)

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Work Description: Minimum 800-1000 words. Happy to accommodate specific asks, though would like the right to say no to any tropes/kinks/ideas that just don't work for me. Open to M/M, M/F, Multi pairings with preference for one character in that pairing being either Charles Xavier or Erik Lehnsherr. Plot or PWP focused.

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[monstersohmy]

Masterlist

Cryptids and Human Sexuality: A Study By Dr. Nina Ferris (or Nina’s Monster Diaries) (f!human x various monsters)

Chapter One: The Beach

Chapter Two: The Faun

Chapter Three: The Gorgon

Chapter Four: Royo's Interlude

Lanterns in the Dark (f!fairy x m!minotaur)

Rhoswen of the Fey and Minos, terror of the labyrinth, find companionship in a world that doesn’t understand them. (Haven’t decided if this one is going to get smutty or not).

Chapter One

Chapter Two

[nexttrickanvils]

Drabble NaNo Day 4

Prompts: Party + Horror Ships: Vague mentions of F!Byleth x Claude and Cyril x Lysithea Notes: 1920's AU, monster!AU

Decided to go with the interpretation of party as in "party of adventurers" kinda deal. Also horror just comes from the fact that they're all monsters/supernatural beings. Big ol' shout-out to the Claudeleth server for working together to make this AU and indulging me on my bullshit. You guys are great. :D

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When Byleth joined the Golden Deer Private Investigation Agency, she had asked one question to Claude.

“Why is the group called the Golden Deer if you’re a werewolf?”

Claude just gave her a sharp toothy grin and replied, “Honestly, I like the irony.”

Byleth isn’t sure if she’d call the Deer, “Ironic,” but they were certainly an odd bunch. 

At first glance, Claude was what one would expect from a werewolf, active, strong, hairy (no she did not stare at his chest, thank you very much). But he was also clever and subtle.

Then there was Hilda, the laziest (well only but still) succubus Byleth had met. She honestly couldn’t help but wonder if Hilda would even bother bringing “guests” to her bedroom if she didn’t need them to actually survive.

By day, Lorenz was your typical rich man’s son and by night he carried his head around in his arms and travelled through the city on a spectral black horse. Thinking about it, maybe it wasn’t so weird that he was a little vain.

Marianne was so sweet and soft-spoken and seemed very “human” compared to the others, it surprised Byleth when she insisted that she was the worst kind of monster. (Claude would later tell Byleth about Marianne’s curse and her fears of losing herself to it.)

Raphael reminded Byleth of an old story she read a long time ago about a scientist creating a man from dead bodies and living in fear of his creation. But unlike the monster of the story, Raphael was rather chipper and optimistic and he seemed to have a much better relationship with the man who brought him to life (Dr. Hanneman, Byleth recalls the name.)

Byleth had always heard about ghosts and how they were tied to the world of the living by unfinished business. Yet Ignatz was the farthest thing from vengeful and he never said anything about unfinished business. He seemed to just stick around because he liked everyone.

Leonie was a faun who ate meat and could drink everyone in the building under the table. But there was also the admiration she held for Byleth’s father, a former monster hunter of all things. Though this has led to Leonie considering Byleth bit of a rival, maybe they’d get along better with a trip to father’s favorite speakeasy. 

Lysithea didn’t quite fit what Byleth had read about banshees, looking like a young woman rather than an old crone (though her hair color certainly matched the role.) Then there was her aversion to spirits and ghost stories, despite her living with a ghost and her screams announcing someone’s death. (Lysithea insisted that there was a difference between saying “someone’s going to die” and actually seeing a dead person.)

The owner of the building and his daughter, the Deer’s secretary were a pair of merfolk named Seteth and Flayn. Seteth apparently reached an age for merfolk where he could shapeshift and walk on land. Flayn hasn’t reached that age yet and thus gets around via wheelchair. 

Seteth was bit of a stickler for the rules (which raises the question of why he’s helping a private investigation agency in the first place.) Flayn on the other hand was a little more open and flexible, always asking for stories about recent cases or for someone to wheel her out of the building and have some fun in the city.

Probably the most “normal” of the group was Cyril, a human the Golden Deer took in, a few years ago. After living with them for so long, he’s gotten used to the strange sights and sounds. Honestly the strangest thing about him is his very obvious crush on Lysithea.

Then there was Byleth herself. Believing herself to be human, her whole life until a mugging gone wrong revealed her vampiric heritage and led to her discovering the truth about her mother.

But… despite her circumstances, Byleth feels that she’s going to fit right in with the Golden Deer.

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✖   I. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

   01.  Fascination.    02.  Annoyance / Anger.    03.  Desire.    04.  Wistfulness.    05.  Calmness.

✖   II. GREETINGS.

  01.  Chirping a cheerful ‘hello!’.   02.  A wide smile.   03.  A wave with the hand, usually when she notices you but is too busy to speak.   04.  Painting ‘hi!’ on a piece of paper and showing it to you if she wants to be a tease.   05.  Salutes you.

✖  III. COLORS.

   01.  Sapphire blue, the color of Rigmor’s eyes.    02. Strawberry blond, the color of her hair.    03.  Any shade of blue; her favorite color that she sees everywhere.    04.  The pink and purple and golden yellow of the sunset / sunrise.    05.  The crisp white of fresh sheets & shirts.

✖   IV. SCENTS.

  01.  Anything sweet - candy, pastries, that type of things.   02.  Cherries, apples, or oranges, her favorite fruits.   03.  Cleanness.   04.  The specific smell of human skin.   05.  A light fresh perfume, often smelling like flowers.

✖   VI. OBJECTS.

  01.  Her hand accessories (four rings, 2 on each hand; watch, bracelet).   02.  Her tattoo kit.   03.  Anything she uses for potions (e.g. herbs, pretty cups & bowls).   04. Her art supplies (paintbrushes, paint, canvass, chalk, crayons, paper, clay, wood).    05.  Books.

✖   VII. VICES / BAD HABITS.

 01.  Drinking.  02. Swearing.  03.  Cracking her knuckles & neck; rolling her shoulders.  04.  Playing with her hair.  05. Rolling her eyes & sighing/groaning.

✖   VIII. BODY LANGUAGE.

   01.  Biting her lip & frowning when upset/nervous.    02.  Grinning and clasping her hands together when happy/excited.    03.  Crossing her arms over her chest when impatient.    04.  Looming over others, hands on her waist & staring them down when angry.    05.  Not looking the other person in the eye when sad/upset.

✖   IX. AESTHETICS.

  01.  Tattoos. Any kind of them. Just tattoos.   02.  Paintings.   03.  Flowers; could be fresh & alive or pressed into a book and stuck in it to be displayed, either is OK.   04.  Trying new things, visiting new countries, sinking into new cultures and trying new food.   05.  Red cheeks with a blush that can be from anything... embarrassment, desire, shock, or from the coldness, you name it.

✖   X. SONGS.

  01.  He Is - Ghost   02.  Ignorance - Paramore   03.  Faun - Federkleid   04.  Leiah - Red Star Pilot   05.  Blur - Song 2

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Monsters & Maw Patreon-Exclusive Masterlist

I’ve done these before, but here’s the most up to date list of everything that’s up on my Patreon, 99% of which is not on Tumblr.

Updated 01.10.2019 (UK date format)

Patreon Exclusive Monthly Stories

2018

May – male naga x male reader (Chu’a) (nsfw)

June – male alien x reader (Kirthn’hul/ ‘Kith’) (nsfw)

July – male fairy x male reader (Jinx) (nsfw)

August – cherry blossom dryad x female reader (Cera) (nsfw)

September – male tiger rakshasa x female reader (Bhisaj) (nsfw)

October – male satyr x female reader (Kieran) Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

October BONUS – Orctoberfest female orc x female reader (Khasha)

November - demon prince x reader (nsfw)

December - female kitsune x female reader (Yuki) (nsfw)

2019

January - male kelpie x female reader (Dolen) (nsfw)

February - male living armour x female reader (Berion) (nsfw)

March - android x reader (Iru) (sfw)

April - non-binary alien x reader (Mith'in) (nsfw)

May - male shark mer x reader (Requius) (nsfw)

June - male naga x male mummy x reader (Vashett & Akah) (nsfw)

July - male naga x female reader (Nila) (sfw)

August - male minotaur x female reader (Will - *Starfall Springs*)

September - non-binary demon x reader (Ilya, *Starfall Springs*) (nsfw)

Weekly Episodes of Embers, a dragon shifter romance (x reader)

One, Two , Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine,

Orctober specials 2019 - using the Inktober 'official' prompts

1. 'Ring' - male orc (Liam) x plus size female reader (very light nsfw)

Giveaway drabbles *New Category*

#1 - male orc x f/nb reader (domestic, nsfw fluff)

#2 - Male naga x female reader (sfw)

#3 - Storniel x Rashel x reader (nsfw)

#4 - male hellhound x reader (sfw)

#5 - Astriah (arachne) x male reader (nsfw)

#6  - male reader x male centaur (light nsfw)

#7  - female reader x male gnoll  (sfw)

#8 - male shadowborne fae x female reader (nsfw)

#9 - male mershark x female reader (nsfw)  

#10 - female banshee x male orc (nsfw)

#11  - male mothman x male reader (sfw and fluffy)

#12 -  genderfluid demon x reader (hurt/comfort nsfw)

Twelve Days of Monstermas Special Series!

Day One: (male reindeer cervitaur x reader - NSFW)

Day Two (female gargoyle x male reader - NSFW)

Day Three (trans female tiefling x female reader - NSFW)

Day Four (male alien x reader - NSFW)

Day Five (male octomer x reader - NSFW)

Day Six (female demon x male reader - NSFW)

Day Seven (male orc x male reader - NSFW)

Day Eight (male minotaur x female character - SFW)  

Day Nine (female rakshasi x reader - SFW)

Day Ten (non binary avian x reader - NSFW)

Day Eleven (female banshee x reader - SFW)

Day Twelve (male yeti x female reader - NSFW)

Commissions *New Category* (also posted to Tumblr)

Female space pirate captain x buff female reader (nsfw)

Male minotaur (Axel) x female reader (sfw)

Prince of the Court of Night (Naeryn) x female reader (nsfw)

Prince of the Court of Night (Naeryn) x female reader - Part Two (nsfw)

Male shadowborne warrior (Shaer) x female reader (nsfw)

Male reptilian fae (Adan) x female reader (nsfw)

Starfall Springs *New Category*

Introductory post with logo art

Preliminary map of Starfall Springs

Early list of characters so far...

Centaur farmer concept art and info (Jaime)

Orc blacksmith concept art and info (Dhurak)

Skeletal lich mage concept art and info (Rhae)

Woodcutter and carpenter minotaur concept art and info (Will)

Tiefling innkeeper concept art and info (Killygren)

Story #1 Dhurak (male orc x reader, sfw)

Story #2 Killygren (male tiefling x male reader, nsfw)

Story #3 Noah (male orc x reader, nsfw)

Male vampire & male kelpie best friends (sfw fluffy)

Fae Realm *New Category*

Jaerhin - Prince of the Court of Fire aesthetic and info

Inikeira - Princess of the Court of Air aesthetic and info

'Poster boy' for the Fae Realm doodle

Fae Courts - 'wiki' style info post

Ystlynn - younger son of the Court of Spring, aesthetic and info

Cirdan - Prince of the Court of Winter, drawing and Fae Realm info

Fae seer/priest aesthetic, ideas, and fae world concepts  

Concept art and drawings

Volcanic elemental drawing

Half orc cinnamon roll (Tuk)

Hades on his way back from the baths...

'Creepy' kelpie (Dolen) doodle

Claude - Belgian draft centaur boy

Náin (or Nathan) Cadash - dwarven Inquisitor

Deor - Legolas' fictional son

Eldarion drawings and info

Eldarion and Deor

Pensive Hades

Finnok the goblin sketch and story concept

Dullahan sticker

'Really?' Persephone pins a flower in Hades' hair

Persephone playing 'fetch' with Cerberus

Persephone doodle

Hades portrait

Hades studies

Hades doodle + ramblings

Bashir - lich boy

Luai - demon guardian

Mauhir - male uruk hai concept drawing

Laughing triton drawing - different style

Female tiefling

Faun drawing

Storniel - male antlered reaper demon from November's story

Male satyr - Kieran

Male satyr - Kieran (Inktober drawing)

Fen’an – non-binary desire demon/incubus (to be renamed...)

Gawain – faun boy

Effie – female moth monster

Japanese-inspired shadow demon

Lokh – male living wraith

Male cervitaur (deer centaur) + bonus story snippet

Male mutant (nsfw)

Kith – alien from June’s story

Laughing triton

Character Profiles and story concepts

Blind Seelie Prince aesthetic and long, multi-part story plan

Female undead house of horrors actress - aesthetic and story plan

Male police centaur - Josh

Female orc - Amber

Modern day police minotaur - Soli

Fenan, duskan elf - massive character bio, background, and story plan

Female zebra warrior centaur

Genderfluid näcken -  Ealjá

Spooky haunted locket

Black fox kitsune - Garrett

Symbiote aesthetic

Minotaur ‘lord of the manor’ - Edmund

Male mutant aesthetic and story concept

Hydra girlfriend aesthetic

Winter and Violet's aesthetic (characters from gnoll boy Brenn’s story)

Ice fae/demon aesthetic

Centipede alien aesthetic (nsfw + oviposition!)

Male mummy x reader (sfw) extract and aesthetic)

Male kitsune aesthetic and info

Android/human hybrid (Calum Fairburn) aesthetic and background

Necromancer lich

Modern witch aesthetic (Phia from orc boy Lasca’s story)

Selkie boyfriend aesthetic

Male tiefling doctor and story notes (long)

Ghosti’s extensive headcanons on fairies…

Jackal-headed/'Anubis' monster aesthetic and ideas

Whale shark girlfriend aesthetic (Rhinca) and story notes

Female eldritch horror aesthetic

Big modern orc boy aesthetic and ideas

Patreon Exclusives

New series, premiering in June - Hunter's Choice - a mlm vampire x hunter action adventure story!

Non-binary trickster spirit (Locke) x reader Part One (sfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male goblin x female reader (Valentine's special)

Male wraith x reader Part One (sfw) (Lokh) Part Two (sfw)

Male mutant x male reader Part One (sfw) Part Two (sfw)

Male vampire x trans male reader (sfw) long WIP extract

Prince and his bodyguard (sfw) (mlm; long, non-terato story extract)

Writer's Corner - Blog posts on Creativity

Writer's Corner #1 on Writer's Block

Writer's Corner #2 on 5 types of writer and their quirky habits

Novels: ‘Weaver of Threads’, ‘Riftgard’, and other extracts

Weaver of Threads - extract, in which Tomas and Kai discuss soul-bonding

Riftgard Chapter One (full!)

Weaver of Threads – Chapter One (extract) + aesthetic

Weaver of Threads - General Magic 'wiki' style information post *story-spoiler-free*

Weaver of Threads - Schools of Magic 'wiki' style information post *story-spoiler-free*

Weaver of Threads – World Map

Weaver of Threads - Map of Varden City

Weaver of Threads - Schematic of the Black Citadel

Leirym (prologue)

Other (including video content!)

Tour of the Workshop with Ghosti - Video!

Ghosti answers your questions in a video!

Japanese metalwork blog - making and carving a tsuba

Metalwork update – ginkgo tsuba

A glimpse into the workshop and command central!

For access to all this and future works, become a Patreon supporter!

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Monsters & Maw’s Updated Patreon Masterlist

This list is public and free for anyone to browse, so you don’t need to be a Patron to at least see what’s up there. Hopefully something might entice you! This list comprises everything that is unique to Monsters and Maw’s Patreon.

It does not include early release posts which are also found on Tumblr, links to polls and updates, paid commissions, or super tiny sneak peaks. Please let me know if any of the links aren't working.

Updated 06.08.2019 (UK date format)

Patreon Exclusive Monthly Stories

2018

May – male naga x male reader (Chu’a) (nsfw)

June – male alien x reader (Kirthn’hul/ ‘Kith’) (nsfw)

July – male fairy x male reader (Jinx) (nsfw)

August – cherry blossom dryad x female reader (Cera) (nsfw)

September – male tiger rakshasa x female reader (Bhisaj) (nsfw)

October – male satyr x female reader (Kieran) Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

October BONUS – Orctoberfest female orc x female reader (Khasha)

November - demon prince x reader (nsfw)

December - female kitsune x female reader (Yuki) (nsfw)

2019

January - male kelpie x female reader (Dolen) (nsfw)

February - male living armour x female reader (Berion) (nsfw)

March - android x reader (Iru) (sfw)

April - non-binary alien x reader (Mith'in) (nsfw)

May - male shark mer x reader (Requius) (nsfw)

June - male naga x male mummy x reader (Vashett & Akah) (nsfw)

July - male naga x female reader (Nila) (sfw)

August - male minotaur x female reader (Will - *Starfall Springs*)

Twelve Days of Monstermas Special Series!

Day One: (male reindeer cervitaur x reader - NSFW)

Day Two (female gargoyle x male reader - NSFW)

Day Three (trans female tiefling x female reader - NSFW)

Day Four (male alien x reader - NSFW)

Day Five (male octomer x reader - NSFW)

Day Six (female demon x male reader - NSFW)

Day Seven (male orc x male reader - NSFW)

Day Eight (male minotaur x female character - SFW)  

Day Nine (female rakshasi x reader - SFW)

Day Ten (non binary avian x reader - NSFW)

Day Eleven (female banshee x reader - SFW)

Day Twelve (male yeti x female reader - NSFW)

Commissions *New Category*

Female space pirate captain x buff female reader (nsfw)

Male minotaur (Axel) x female reader (sfw)

Prince of the Court of Night (Naeryn) x female reader (nsfw)

Prince of the Court of Night (Naeryn) x female reader - Part Two (nsfw)

Male shadowborne warrior (Shaer) x female reader (nsfw)

Male reptilian fae (Adan) x female reader (nsfw)

Starfall Springs *New Category*

Introductory post with logo art

Preliminary map of Starfall Springs

Early list of characters so far...

Centaur farmer concept art and info (Jaime)

Orc blacksmith concept art and info (Dhurak)

Skeletal lich mage concept art and info (Rhae)

Woodcutter and carpenter minotaur concept art and info (Will)

Tiefling innkeeper concept art and info (Killygren)

Story #1 Dhurak (male orc x reader, sfw)

Story #2 Killygren (male tiefling x male reader, nsfw)

Story #3 Noah (male orc x reader, nsfw)

Male vampire & male kelpie best friends (sfw fluffy)

Fae Realm *New Category*

Jaerhin - Prince of the Court of Fire aesthetic and info

Inikeira - Princess of the Court of Air aesthetic and info

'Poster boy' for the Fae Realm doodle

Fae Courts - 'wiki' style info post

Ystlynn - younger son of the Court of Spring, aesthetic and info

Cirdan - Prince of the Court of Winter, drawing and Fae Realm info

Fae seer/priest aesthetic, ideas, and fae world concepts  

Concept art and drawings

Volcanic elemental drawing

Half orc cinnamon roll (Tuk)

Hades on his way back from the baths...

'Creepy' kelpie (Dolen) doodle

Claude - Belgian draft centaur boy

Náin (or Nathan) Cadash - dwarven Inquisitor

Deor - Legolas' fictional son

Eldarion drawings and info

Eldarion and Deor

Pensive Hades

Finnok the goblin sketch and story concept

Dullahan sticker

'Really?' Persephone pins a flower in Hades' hair

Persephone playing 'fetch' with Cerberus

Persephone doodle

Hades portrait

Hades studies

Hades doodle + ramblings

Bashir - lich boy

Luai - demon guardian

Mauhir - male uruk hai concept drawing

Laughing triton drawing - different style

Female tiefling

Faun drawing

Storniel - male antlered reaper demon from November's story

Male satyr - Kieran

Male satyr - Kieran (Inktober drawing)

Fen’an – non-binary desire demon/incubus (to be renamed...)

Gawain – faun boy

Effie – female moth monster

Japanese-inspired shadow demon

Lokh – male living wraith

Male cervitaur (deer centaur) + bonus story snippet

Male mutant (nsfw)

Kith – alien from June’s story

Laughing triton

Character Profiles and story concepts

Blind Seelie Prince aesthetic and long, multi-part story plan

Female undead house of horrors actress - aesthetic and story plan

Male police centaur - Josh

Female orc - Amber

Modern day police minotaur - Soli

Fenan, duskan elf - massive character bio, background, and story plan

Female zebra warrior centaur

Genderfluid näcken -  Ealjá

Spooky haunted locket

Black fox kitsune - Garrett

Symbiote aesthetic

Minotaur ‘lord of the manor’ - Edmund

Male mutant aesthetic and story concept

Hydra girlfriend aesthetic

Winter and Violet's aesthetic (characters from gnoll boy Brenn’s story)

Ice fae/demon aesthetic

Centipede alien aesthetic (nsfw + oviposition!)

Male mummy x reader (sfw) extract and aesthetic)

Male kitsune aesthetic and info

Android/human hybrid (Calum Fairburn) aesthetic and background

Necromancer lich

Modern witch aesthetic (Phia from orc boy Lasca’s story)

Selkie boyfriend aesthetic

Male tiefling doctor and story notes (long)

Ghosti’s extensive headcanons on fairies…

Jackal-headed/'Anubis' monster aesthetic and ideas

Whale shark girlfriend aesthetic (Rhinca) and story notes

Female eldritch horror aesthetic

Big modern orc boy aesthetic and ideas

Giveaway drabbles *New Category*

#1 - male orc x f/nb reader (domestic, nsfw fluff)

#2 - Male naga x female reader (sfw)

#3 - Storniel x Rashel x reader (nsfw)

Patreon Exclusives

New series, premiering in June - Hunter's Choice - a mlm vampire x hunter action adventure story!

Non-binary trickster spirit (Locke) x reader Part One (sfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male goblin x female reader (Valentine's special)

Male wraith x reader Part One (sfw) (Lokh) Part Two (sfw)

Male mutant x male reader Part One (sfw) Part Two (sfw)

Male vampire x trans male reader (sfw) long WIP extract

Prince and his bodyguard (sfw) (mlm; long, non-terato story extract)

Writer's Corner - Blog posts on Creativity

Writer's Corner #1 on Writer's Block

Writer's Corner #2 on 5 types of writer and their quirky habits

Novels: ‘Weaver of Threads’, ‘Riftgard’, and other extracts

Weaver of Threads - extract, in which Tomas and Kai discuss soul-bonding

Riftgard Chapter One (full!)

Weaver of Threads – Chapter One (extract) + aesthetic

Weaver of Threads - General Magic 'wiki' style information post *story-spoiler-free*

Weaver of Threads - Schools of Magic 'wiki' style information post *story-spoiler-free*

Weaver of Threads – World Map

Weaver of Threads - Map of Varden City

Weaver of Threads - Schematic of the Black Citadel

Leirym (prologue)

Other (including video content!)

Tour of the Workshop with Ghosti - Video!

Ghosti answers your questions in a video!

Japanese metalwork blog - making and carving a tsuba

Metalwork update – ginkgo tsuba

A glimpse into the workshop and command central!

Rewards include access to our private Discord server, early release on all Tumblr stories, monthly exclusive stories, character bios and drawings, polls, and relatively freequent Discord drabbles/free requests.