#shifter x human

[eruden-writes]

Choosing the Bear - Part 1 (Shifter x Human)

Inspired by the Man or Bear in the Woods question/meme.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (coming soon?)

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If you found yourself at night in a forest – somewhere that made bumfuck nowhere look like New York City – would you choose to be alone with a man or a bear?

Bambi Rose Barker was stuck in the middle of both answers. Literally.

She stood stock still, eyes wide, chest heaving and aching for air while her stomach lurched. Moments earlier – or maybe half an hour ago, she couldn’t tell – she had managed to escape her kidnapper’s cabin with the man hot at her heels. It had been a mad dash through the night, dressed in only a tank top and a pair of daisy duke shorts and choking down pain as her bare feet slammed over rocks, branches, and uneven terrain.

Luckily, a full moon cast light over the world, so Bambi wasn’t exactly stumbling without sight. Fumbling through the forest without shoes was still a bitch on the soles, but she simply gritted her teeth and continued forth.

When she caught sight of the bear a few yards ahead, her racing feet and thoughts froze. She couldn’t really be seeing a bear, right? Under the moonlight and swirling starlight, she squinted. But it was hard to deny that the bright white creature was anything but a bear.

Her adrenaline shifted from fleeing her pursuer as she slowed to calculating whether ursine or man was a larger threat.

Behind her, the man howled as he tromped through the mountainside forest, “Bambi, get back here! I just wanna talk things out!”

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a man chasing her with a shotgun. Growing up in the country, with little to do except get in trouble, Bambi and a group of friends often found themselves running off into the dark, being threatened by an angry elder with a shot gun.

The man tailing at her heels wasn’t crochety Mrs. Jenkins, who was more bark than actual bullet.

No, she was well-acquainted with Duke Walker. They’d grown up in the same town and known each other forever.

There was one key difference between Duke and the other men of Hartwell: his family owned the little town. By and large, he was better off than most people in Barfield and he got away with a whole helluva lot more than the average folk.

Which included stalking, as Bambi had learned over the last two years of their separation. He was about to add kidnapping and possibly murder to the list, as well.

But Duke was a human. A five-foot-eleven-inch human that might have a chance to be reasoned with.

Whereas the bear…

Well to start with, it looked about as tall as the Wicked Warrior from the Monster Truck Derby her pa used to take her to when she was a kid. Which had to be at least ten feet tall, though maybe kid Bambi was coloring her memories. It didn’t help that the bear looked to weigh just about as much as the Wicked Warrior to boot.

To end with, judging from the size and coloration, it looked like a polar bear. As in one of the few creatures that actually saw humans as a viable snack.

While Bambi hadn’t been an ace at high school geography, she was pretty damn sure the Appalachian Mountains were too far south for a polar bear.

Confusion warred with uncertainty, keeping her frozen in place as the bear lowered onto all four paws. A faint part of Bambi’s mind realized it had been rooting around in a tree and, a little hysterically, she wondered if polar bears ate honey.

Just as the bear lumbered closer to Bambi, Duke crashed through the brush behind her. The flaps of his flannel button-up, unbuttoned, flared behind him as his white tank top nearly glowed in the moonlight. “Christ, woman! I told you I just wanted ta’ talk and you gotta go and make a scene—“

Jolting, Bambi spun toward Duke. It would’ve been a lie if she didn’t take some satisfaction in watching awareness dawn on his as he finally saw the bear. He paled to a shade almost as white as the creature, gripping his gun tighter. She watched the knot in his throat bob, fear freezing him momentarily in place.

For some reason, seeing Duke like that sparked something inside Bambi. Balling her fists, she nodded toward the gun in his hands. “If you just wanna talk, Duke, why do you got a gun with you?”

Her words made Duke snap his attention back to her, eyes wide with horror and anger. “Now’s not the time for all that! Do you not see the hulking white beast behind you!?”

“I do, but it ain’t threatening me with a damn gun and it hasn’t been the one stalkin’ me for years and kidnapping me,” she spat back, though she very pointedly shifted so her back wasn’t to the bear or the man.

A chuff from the bear startled her attention back to it, her heart tripping in her chest. She glanced toward it, risking eye contact that could very well end her life. The bear’s head slightly tilted toward her, ears giving a twitch, but it didn’t growl or lift a lip in a snarl. Even without the signs of imminent danger, Bambi’s heart thrummed in her chest.

Albino, she thought. The white bear couldn’t be a polar bear, it had to be albino! But didn’t albino animals have red eyes? And no pigmentation in the rest of their body? She swallowed as her eyes dropped from the creature’s dark eyes to its black nose.

The cock of Duke’s rifle snagged Bambi’s attention back toward him. Finally, a growl burbled up from the bear and she heard it shift, could feel it rising up on its hind feet. Apprehension prickled over her body, finding Duke lining up a shot through the scope, lip curling as he snarled, “You need to back away from that damn thing! Don’t you got any sense?!”

A sudden surge of protectiveness overcame Bambi as she took a step closer to the armed man. “Duke Walker, put down the damned rifle! It wasn’t doing a thing before you started threatening it.”

“Don’t you Duke Walker me! It’s a—“

Before Duke could finish his retort, the huge bear crested the distance faster than Bambi would have guessed. Stunned, she couldn’t even shriek as the bear descended on Duke, huge paw arcing down to swipe at the rifle. She only heard the man give a startled cry before a loud, piercing gunshot rang out. With a clatter, the rifle went flying and Duke stumbled back, bloody gouge marks trickling down his arm and chest. Another growl warbled from the bear as it stood up straighter.

As Duke turned tail and sprinted back the way he came, the bear didn’t pursue. It merely stood, as if watching the man disappear into the woods.

And suddenly, Bambi realized she was alone with the hulking beast. As quick and quiet as she could, she began sidling away from the creature, mentally trying to determine which direction she should run to avoid Duke. However, the bear shifted toward her and she realized, with a start, that red blossomed along its fur.

Duke had shot it.

With a  groan, the bear lowered down to all four, its torso seemingly heaving.

Sense and compassion held Bambi locked in place, part of her wanting to check on the creature while the logical side of her told her to bolt. Besides the fact it could be a polar bear – there’s no fucking way it’s actually a polar bear, Bambi’s logical side snarked – it was injured, meaning it had both a hankering for human and was likely scared while in pain.

Before Bambi could decide what to do, a smaller figure crashed through the tangle of forest. “Dad! Dad! What’s goin’ on? Did you hear that gunshot?”

The little figure paused, eyes widening and voice softening with worry, “What happened to you?”

With a jolt, Bambi realized she recognized the voice. Squinting, she took a step closer. “Mercy? Mercy Clements?”

Startled, the girl turned toward Bambi as she hovered near the bear. The light of the moon caught her wide hazel eyes, casting them with a silver sheen. Like a fish, her mouth opened and closed, obviously trying to come up with something to say.

Wait, she’d said ‘dad’ thought Bambi. And then she had ran toward the bear, asking the creature what happened. Bambi’s gaze flicked from the bear to the girl and back to the bear, a perplexing suspicion taking root. There was no way to confuse a behemoth like that for a human, even in the dark.

“Zeke?” Bambi narrowed her eyes, focusing on the bear. There was no way the bear was Zeke Clements. There was no way the bear was anything other than a bear!

Something in the bear’s demeanor flinched – or so Bambi thought – and her denial wavered.

[authordanielleforrest]

The Wolf's Freedom

Within moments, she bumped into the back of the cave, and Ella splayed her hands against the cold stone in a moment of panic.  

Trapped!  

She tried to steady her breathing.  

He’s not going to hurt me.  

Please don’t let him hurt me.  

She closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst as the wolf’s claws ticked steadily closer.

Then he nuzzled the side of her leg, and her eyes shot open, looking down to see the gigantic wolf rubbing up against her and making this happy sound she couldn’t quite fathom.  

What the hell?  

Taking a bit of confidence from this non-threatening move, she got down on her knees and ran a hand over his head.  On her knees, his head was at eyelevel, and she figured he had to weigh nearly two hundred pounds, rare for a wolf.

He licked her hand and started sniffing her.  First her hand, then up her arm, her neck, under her hair where he chuffed lightly, then down her back until he reached her ass, where he decided to take up residence with his nose.

“No.  Stop.”  

She swatted at him, but he shook her off, sending her onto hands and knees, then he returned to his treasure.  

This is so embarrassing.  

Sure, dogs seemed to have an inappropriate fascination with crotches, and greeted each other by smelling their butts, but seriously?

And it didn’t help that the rubbing motion against her in a very specific place was starting to turn her on. Talk about inappropriate.  Ella tried to shift away, but the wolf grabbed onto the back of her waistband with his teeth and dragged her back.

Then, with a huff, he started yanking at her pants in earnest, and she squawked as the material started to tear under his teeth and claws.  She tried crawling away again, but this time he growled.  She froze, terrified.  

Then the wolf licked one butt cheek he’d exposed with his efforts as if to say, “Stay put,” and ripped her pants and panties down around her knees.  Every muscle in her body stayed flexed, poised for whatever would come next, though she had no idea what to expect.  Why the hell would a wolf tear off a girl’s pants, for crying out loud?

Then fur came in contact with her clammy exposed skin, and her pussy contracted happily.  

What the fuck?!  

Her mind screamed at the twistedness of her body’s responses, but even her body’s kinky wantonness couldn’t hold her still as she felt something nudge her, asking for entrance.

Read in full at: https://reamstories.com/page/lgcjnfvhyn/story/ltlv35v84u/chapter/4d6b2092-8c8c-4453-9da0-7eef178905ac

[staciass]

I’m a actually super surprised with this book because although I pretty much knew it would be this beautiful written masterpiece I kinda thought it would be an “ok” type book, ya know the type you read a book and even enjoy parts of it but you’re not really interested in reading the next book in a series.

I kinda dig this though. The FMC Perin is cute and adorable but also sensible and smart and the MMC Lukian is great too actually and I’m on the 8th or 9th chapter but the book just sucked me right in and I didn’t even want to stop reading lol !!

Yeah … I’m really enjoying this so far. The writing isn’t the most beautiful or most captivating but it drew me in and I can’t help but love Perin and Lukian !!

[daimere]

I released a new book last week! If you want a steamy, human wants this shifter and will tease him till he relents, this is the one hour read for you.

Teasing my Stalker https://books2read.com/u/bxrdlD

It's all in paperback.

[monstersholygrail]

I really really like the idea of getting fucked buy a slime girl soooo much, she'd lean down and rub her tits on mine while pounding me and using her dick to press into all the right spots and maybe even make a little nub to rub my clit when she thrusts in

Yessss anon, got me squirming right now.

Slime gf is grinding her body against yours and just drenching you in her slime, making sure her scent is all over you. The softness of your body and your hard nipples against hers stimulates you both till you’re shaking. You can see the tremors of her body with each thrust.

She pounds away inside your dripping pussy, her dick reaching deeper and deeper inside you with every snap of her hips as she can control and lengthen her size to her own will. Furiously torturing you and giving you no relief. Hitting a new spot inside you every time.

You cry out raggedly, being taken to new heights of pleasure. As your pussy contracts around hers she can sense you’re getting close. So as to further torture you she shifts her cock into a pussy that’s as pretty as yours.

Lifting up your leg she grinds her pussy lips against yours, bumping clits savagely as though she’s gone into heat. You whine, your back arching as you desperately rub yourself off, briefly missing her cock before the overwhelming clitoral stimulation sets in that make you see stars.

Slime gf uses her slime as the most tantalizing lube you’ve ever felt. Her slime mixing with both your essences that gush and pool from your leaking cunts. Your mind and body feel like they’re on cloud nine as your orgasm starts to build again from the tight friction of your gf’s sweet cunt.

All you can sense is when she lifts off you and you whine loudly for a moment before she’s shifting her slime and slamming her cock back inside you. That whine immediately turning into a roaring scream.

“Sorry, love. Needed my cock for what I’m about to do to you. Gonna fill this sweet sweet pussy up to the brim,” she whispers in your ear. Reaching a hand down she twists your clit between her fingers as her pace quicks and you begin to shake. So so close. “Go on now, cum f’me and milk my dick for all it’s worth.”

That’s all it takes for the cord in your belly to snap and you burst all over her cock, clenching down your walls on her length. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves that you can’t help but get swept up in it. Loud cries leave your lips, your body convulsing and contorting to get more of her length inside you.

Slime gf doesn’t mind helping you with that. Through clenched teeth she continues to ram her cock inside you, working you through your orgasm. Only when it starts to fade away does she let go herself. With a final thrust she spills her hot cum inside your cunt till she floods your womb with her release. You gasp at the sensation as it sends you into another climax just as she had planned.

Grinding the base her cock into your clit she helps to further stimulate you both. The two of you weakly shaking as the exhaustion settles in. Slime gf slumps on top of you, exhaling in a content relief. Her slime also providing and a nice cooling effect to your overheated body as she snuggles with you and holds you close. Her softening cock staying buried deep inside you to keep you filled up with all of her.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・In his dragon form, The Cannibal is larger than Vermithor, and three times nastier as well.

・With fire that breathed green, he seemed like an otherwordly creature to the people of Westeros.

・Once he was claimed, many came to see The Cannibal 'up close.' Crowds would form whenever you went flying; a sight that so many would tell their children, and their childrens children and so on.

・With sharp black horns that curled and protruded from the dragons head, he was terrifying.

・And you loved him.

・Many asked how you 'tamed' him. But that ... wasn't how it happened.

・Unlike many throughout history; he found you.

・And when he came snout to face with you, you did not balk. For dragons were your family's legacy. If you died by his flame, then so be it.

・The Cannibal sensed that.

・Maybe it was bravery. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was the fact that you felt so alone that you did not care what may have happened.

・Your relationship with the Cannibal was different to other dragonriders and their mounts.

・You never chained him up and put him in the dragon pit.

・You gave him free range of the world. Just because you were tethered together did not mean that you owned him.

・For he was far older and experienced than you could ever be.

・The first time you saw your mount transform, you thought it was a dream. One wickedly wonderful dream.

・In his half form, he towers over you at 7.5 feet tall. With long onyx coloured hair partly braided, two glowing green eyes, pointed ears and a face so ... handsome yet scarred, menacing and well honestly a little terrifying. He looked like a death promise to those who look him in the eye.

・Some of his teeth are sharp as well, and he challenges anyone who looks in your direction.

・He's completely attached to you, because why else would he want to be around other people, other beings?

・His name? He was happy with being called Cannibal - but you told him he couldn't be out in society with it. So his 'human' name is: Vorzhul.

・The Cannibal/Vorzhul is very wary of others; as his time has been spent alone. He doesn't know how to converse with others without coming off as ... slightly crazy.

・That's one of the reasons why he becomes so attached to you. Not only because you are his bonded rider, but because he feels like his walls can come down.

・He can be quite funny at times -

・Particularly when he mind-speaks during something important.

・When you're feeling down, he reminds you that: "I'm eternally yours."

・So now you never feel lonely. Or that the world is against you. Because someone always has your back. No matter what you say or do.

・The knowledge that certain dragons can shift, is only known by certain people. High ranking people. Ones who have blood sworn not to tell another soul.

・One maester, your parents and the Hand of the King.

・Marriage is a difficult subject.

・Some shifters will allow their bonded to marry another. But not yours.

・Even if it is tried, he will turn into dragon form and eat those who come to marry you. And their families.

・So it is either, he marries you or a war will break out.

・When he's in his hybrid form, Vorzhul is able to understand English and High Valyrian. With some people he pretends not to know English and lets them talk shit until he responds.

・They usually excuse themselves (basically running away)

・When he's in his dragon form, he'll only take commands in High Valyrian though, just like every other dragon.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

No Social Skills (The Cannibal/Vorzhul) x No Social Skills Either, That's Why We're Bonded (You)

Undying Loyalty x2

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Intertwined Destinies

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

I Need You by James Newton Howard

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・As you would think, he is completely dominant in bed. Rough; hands gripping you tight against him, teeth sinking into your skin without a second thought.

・His tongue decided it liked the taste of your skin, and started moving further and further downward. And then he pushed your legs apart and devoured you until you came three times ... in a row.

・His animalistic nature could not hold off when he was with you - the suppleness of your skin, the way you trembled underneath his grasp.

・He laughed when you finally wrestled to sit on top of him, only for him to buck you off and roll you onto your back:

"You will have to try better than that little one."

・He felt primal around you.

・Like a peace he never had, had finally found him.

・And sex was more than pleasure; it was about connecting with you. Becoming one with you.

"Just let it stay in a little longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved)"

You whispered back, "elilla (honey), you are too big, and it hurts."

He huffed and with a frown, slowly slid himself out of you.

"Are you pouting!"

"No."

"You are!"

"No I am not!"

[kassoshire]

Your bed is extremely uncomfortable. In fact, it keeps moving. Cracking an eye, you realize you are laying on top of a very broad, very green chest and while you can feel that your orc is wearing pants, you are very, very naked. You must have shifted out of your rabbit form in your sleep, after he carried you in his coat all day to keep you from the rain.

He opens his eyes wide, mouth moving in panicked silence. You're terrified of what he might say, so you slam your lips into his fiercely, taking what you've dreamed of for years.

Your rabbit instincts agree, fucking is the solution to so many problems. He kisses his way down your neck until he reaches your chest.

“Oh Precious,” he rumbles, “you're a fucking feast. I’ve been imagining you naked since the moment I saw you again.” He presses your breasts together and nestles his face between them. “But these beauties make my mouth water.”

[silken-moonlight]

Monsters helping you move in

Imagine you got lucky in life and won the lottery. You receive a great sum of money, so you decide to ditch your old life and start over.

You buy a nice, big house with a big yard and a pool. Even better, a very hot bear shifter—whom you met in the grocery store—offered his help. Since you didn't think of that, you had to carry and assemble all the furniture yourself, completely forgetting about it until all your furniture stood in your living room and the rest of the house was empty. He'll bring along his friends; the only payment he wants is food. You also told him and his friends they could use your pool, since it's summer.

So you prepared a lot of food for him and his friends. The doorbell rings, and he stands there with his equally attractive friends: a demon with beautiful horns and a sneaky tail, a grim-looking orc, and a hot older werewolf.

They are absolute sweethearts, banning you from even glancing at any of the boxes. They set up everything that's missing for you. The sofa, cabinets, your bed... They work the whole day. You tag along, bringing them food and drink....and enjoying the view of the male monster working shirtless in your house.

When they finish in the evening, you bring dinner out to the garden. When you announce you'll go for a swim and take off your clothes to reveal the cutest bikini, they quickly get into their swim shorts and follow you into the water.

You get along so well, laugh and jest around. They joke around how easy you are to pick up. They actually do pick you up and handing you around. You laugh and have the time of your life. Even opening up about your last boyfriend and how shitty he was...Before you know it you're making out with the demon, while the others cheer you on. Once again you get handed around making out with everone. Soon getting fucked out there in your new garden by these very sweet guys.

(Please ignore that pool sex is not the best idea)

Also do you want a longer Version of this?

[littlefallenrebel]

hm hmm something something cat shifter Simon.

Cat shifter!Simon who's this huge maine-coon, with rough and messy fur, scarred and missing some patches here and there, and with possibly the grumpiest face you've ever seen. His left ear is torn and tail little crooked. Quite frankly, he looks like you just picked him up from the trashcan. Which might as well be close to what happened.

The first time you bring him home, he's just ignoring you for the most time. Claims the lonely armchair in the living room corner and hisses at you from there when you try to offer him food. Swats at you whenever you try to assess his messy fur. Gleaming eyes following your every movement when you busy yourself in the kitchen or watch the telly in the living room.

Cat shifter!Simon who even after a few weeks doesn't let you close, so you stop pestering him. If he won't let you come to him, you'll have to let him come to you.

And surprisingly enough... that seems to work. Slowly, yes, but after some weeks you start to notice how he no longer just glares at you from some corner, now sitting in the kitchen when you cook, loafing on the same couch with you during evenings. He still gives you the side eye when you try to pet him, but the hissing and swatting has lessened.

Eventually Simon starts to follow you around the house more. Always watching what you do. You start to hear the impatient scratching on the bathroom door whenever you shower, often followed by a low mrow.

He even claims a spot at the far corner of your bed, to your surprise. Although, you have more than once gotten jumpscared awake when this big lump of fur has hopped on top of your chest in the middle of the night (he's just happily kneading your chest).

A few months in you start to question though how some of your things seem to deplete quicker than usual. You'd come home from work and your leftovers from the other day were gone. Maybe you just ate them already?

Same with your body wash and shampoos when you headed to shower. Did you really use that big of an amount much these days?

(Meanwhile Simon's fur is looking shinier and smells suspiciously like strawberries and meadow. And was he always that chonky?)

[monstersflashlight]

Mixed monsters masterlist (txt/short)

Due the amount of links in the mixed monsters masterlist, the short stories and imagines are now here. You can check the long stories in this masterlist.

Shorts/imagines

Monster under the bed

Game night

Gargoyle

Librarian

Were cat

Tipsy

Merman

Shadow monster

Lamia

Naga boyfriend

Parasite

Goblin

Rattlesnake naga

Death do us (apart)

Sexless monster

Hole in the wall (lab2)

Robot boyfriend

Naga girlfriend (chubby fem!reader)

Pleasure slime

Sleep paralysis demon (fem!monster x gn!reader)

Owl harpy

Centaur vore (male!reader)

Zombie

Gnoll girlfriend (trans!fem reader)

Male!fairty

Merman (chubby fem!reader)

Tarantula-drider

Coming home (centaur)

Shape-shifter

Were-Cane Corso (x fem!lioness)

I do not consent to have any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.

[eruden-writes]

Choosing the Bear - Part 3 - PREVIEW

Shifter Paranormal Romance Supernatural is a Secret 2 of ???

Inspired by the Man or Bear in the Woods question/meme.

Bambi Barker never anticipated having to run for her life from her ex, Duke Walker, through an Appalachian forest. She also never thought she'd run into a white (polar?) bear in the middle of the god-dang forest, either.

Being stuck between a bear and a man, Bambi is about to get answers to questions she didn't even know she had.

*:･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Part 1 - Part 2 - Masterlist

*:･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Zeke took a step toward Bambi, closing the space between them. His fists balled at his sides and seriousness pinched between his brows. “You can’t tell no one, y’hear?”

For a breath, Bambi stared up at him, surprised. Did he think she was so vapid as to go blabbing about this to the town?

“What would I tell them? Who would believe me?” Bambi shook her head, giving a bitter snort. She noticed how Zeke still held his shoulders, stiff with tension. Levelling a look at him, she bit out, “Most people didn’t even believe me about Duke.”

Though still wary, Zeke’s shoulders sagged a little bit. He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head toward her. “What’s goin’ on there, anyhow?”

“I split up with him a couple years back, got custody of the kids, but he’s not lettin’ it go.” Averting her gaze, staring off into the darkness of the forest, Bambi sighed, “This time, he took it another step farther.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Her attention snapped back to Zeke, a frown creased at her lips. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, head cocked and that infuriating masked expression she couldn’t even read back in high school. “What can I do? He’s a Walker.”

Under his beard, Zeke’s lips thinned before he gave a nod. “And the Walkers got the Barfield cops on their payroll, so reporting the harassment and stalkin’ and kidnapping ain’t doing much.”

“Pretty much.” Bambi rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air, frustration making her movements sharp. Silence fell after her short rejoinder. Heaving a sigh, she shook her head and crossed her own arms as she leaned against a tree. “Enough of my sob story. What’s going on with you?”

“Same old, same old.” He mirrored her body language, still facing her but also leaning back against a tree.

“I think I would’ve noticed a hulking white bear trawling through Barfield High, Zeke.” Her nose scrunched as she shot him a cheeky smile. A part of her realized how strange it was to be joking about this supernatural happening, but she couldn’t find the energy to care.

The familiar sour expression pinched at his face, bringing further amusement to Bambi’s lips. Her smile faded away when Zeke growled, “Drop it. Forget that happened.”

“Fine, whatever.” A familiar little ache shot through her, a frown overtaking her lips. Of course, he wouldn’t trust her. He didn’t trust her back in high school either. Hell, he didn’t seem to trust anyone. How in the world he ended up with a kid, she didn’t know. But she supposed one didn’t need to trust someone they fucked.

*:･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Full part 3 is available on my Patreon!

[monster-disaster]

I need more of the neighbors I love the storyyyy so muchhhh. The slice of life is 👌

Original: [monsters] Neighbors A Halloween one on my Patreon: [monsters] Neighbors +1

The rising sun barely scrapes the horizon. Its pale light sneaks through the gaps between the towering buildings and spills onto the empty streets in a soft, golden hue. The city is still asleep, save for a few cars that pass by while you walk down the sidewalk. Each tired click of your high heels on the pavement is a reminder of the long night behind you. Your toes are cramped in their pointed coffin, aching with every shift as you try to wiggle them for some relief. Every part of you is sore; your feet, your legs, your back. The remnants of the last several hours cling to you like the dull ache in your muscles. You danced until the floor felt like it was swaying beneath you, then left with a stranger, one whose name you will probably forget before the week is through. The memory of it is already slipping away, fading in the blur of flashing lights and the haze of alcohol. Now, all you crave is a hot shower, a big glass of water, and your own bed.

When you finally spot the familiar brick facade of your building, a wave of relief washes over you, only to be swiftly smothered by a sigh that catches painfully in your throat. There, already out and about, stands the goblin who lives in the first-floor apartment below yours. His figure is hunched over, gripping a rake that looks comically oversized next to him. The long handle is awkwardly angled as he sweeps the leaves into a pile. His scowl is unmistakable, etched into his sharp features, and as his eyes catch yours, you know that his mood is as foul as ever. It always is.

"I was almost worried when I didn’t hear you dragging the furniture across the floor all night," he grumbles as a greeting.

"I don’t drag furniture at night," you mutter, though your words quickly fade into a futile attempt. It doesn’t matter what you say, he finds something to complain about anyway.

"Well, good day," he grunts flatly. His tone is more of a dismissal than a farewell, and without another word, his attention is back on the soggy leaves that cover the small, green patch in front of the house.

With a suppressed sigh, you hurry up the stairs, eager to escape before the goblin can think of something else to grumble about, and just as you push the door open, you nearly collide with your upstairs neighbor. The burly orc woman you often meet for chitchat and coffee beams at you while holding onto her kids' tiny hands.

"Good morning," you greet them with a smile, your mood lifting at the sight of them.

The little girl’s eyes study you intently for a moment before she speaks up. Her voice is soft and innocent in its bluntness. "You look awful." Her words seem to hang in the cool morning air, thick with unfiltered honesty only the kids can have.

"Oh, god!" her mother exclaims. "We don’t say that!"

"We just think it!" the other toddler pipes up, his small chest puffing with pride as he tilts his head, clearly convinced he is the smartest of the bunch while his sister nods as if affirming his wisdom.

"Nah," you hear the goblin call out from behind. "We think it, and we say it."

The sound of his voice causes the toddlers to squeal in surprise, their wide eyes lighting up with excitement, and without missing a beat, they dash past you, eager to join the goblin. Soon, their chatter fills the quiet street while you and the orc woman stand there, stunned with disbelief.

"I still don’t understand how the kids like him," she says.

You shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips. "He’s much nicer to them."

You can hear the gentle tilt of the goblin’s voice as he says something to the toddlers. The contrast between how he interacts with them and how he treats the rest of the world is jarring, but you suppose it makes sense. You’re certain his change in attitude has something to do with the fact that he doesn’t have to listen to their rambunctious energy all night long unlike you.

"Anyway," the orc woman sighs, stepping aside to give you room. "Have a nice day, Y/N."

Lost in your own thoughts and planning for the day ahead, you don’t notice the soft footfalls following behind you, nor the subtle presence of someone drawing closer until you step into the elevator. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand shoots out, halting them with a faint ding.

"Oh," you gasp, startled, and look up to find a handsome minotaur smiling down at you. His broad frame seems to fill the space as he steps into the elevator beside you.

"Sorry."

"It’s fine," you reply quickly, pressing the button for your floor again, ready to settle into the quiet, but as the doors begin to close again, the male speaks up.

"Are you Y/N?"

For a moment, you blink in surprise. "Yes."

He smiles faintly. "My mother," he explains. "She talked about you."

Ah. Of course. The old minotaur lady lives across from you and made it her life's mission to match you with anyone in her family.

"And you are...?"

"The divorced son," he responds with a knowing look.

"Oh, right," you nod. "I’m sorry about that."

He shrugs. "It’s fine. I hope my mother doesn’t annoy you too much?"

You can’t help but laugh. "She gave me your number at least twice."

The minotaur sighs, his shoulders drooping slightly as he leans back against the elevator wall. "Great," he mutters under his breath.

When the elevator dings again, the doors slide open, and the minotaur gives you a nod before disappearing into his mother's apartment while you remain standing in front of your own door, fishing around in your black purse, the one that matches your dress, for your keys. The tiredness of the morning and the weight of the night make your every movement feel sluggish.

Then, a groan comes from your side, making you stiffen. "Ugh, you stink."

You turn sharply at the familiar voice of your wolf-shifter neighbor cutting through the quiet.

You can’t help but scoff, your patience is already at its limit. "I look awful, I stink! Anything else?"

The young man’s eyes widen in surprise at your sudden reaction. "I didn’t say you look awful," he defends quickly, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Though-"

"Don’t!" You interrupt.

"Okay, okay," he relents, taking a step back. But then, a teasing grin creeps onto his face. "But you could really use a shower. You smell like a man."

"A man?!" Your head snaps to the other side, where you spot your succubus neighbor standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you with exaggerated disgust. "But why, Y/N?" she asks, oozing with seduction. "You know you can come to me for anything." A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her dark red lips. The suggestion is clear in her eyes. "Why waste your time on men?"

Before you can respond, the wolf-shifter chimes in. "She’s right, you know? Why waste your time on human men?" His eyes twinkle as if he's enjoying this little back-and-forth far too much.

"I don’t have to explain myself to either of you!" you snap. The words hang in the air, and for a moment, the hallway falls into silence.

Then, you hear the familiar voice of the minotaur lady, muffled through the entrance door of her apartment. "Is it Y/N? Great! Let me introduce you to her."

The sound of her son’s voice follows, just as muffled but noticeably more panicked. "Ma, don’t!"

That’s it! You can't deal with this right now.

With a huff, you turn on your heel, your hand fumbling slightly as you search for the keys in your bag, the jingling sound a bit more frantic than usual. The door clicks open, and you barely spare another glance at the wolf-shifter and succubus watching with too much fun on their expressions.

"Good day!"

[staciass]

So I don’t normally rate/review the Paranormal books I read but since I’ve had trouble getting into my next read here we go!

I’m currently reading/listening to Beautiful Mistake By Nancy Corrigan / Gary Furlong.

I was strolling Audible and it’s free with their “Plus Catalog” and it looked pretty interesting so figured I’d try it as I’m still deciding which book to buy next and … I was pleasantly surprised actually. I mean I wasn’t expecting a 5🌟 book but I’m also super fussy about books I read or listen to and I was hooked in straight away.

I mean it’s not super complex but I actually really like our MMC.

So the book starts out in our MMC’s pov which I’m always super picky about because I rarely ever like the male pov but his voice/words are the first I hear and he’s like this big strong alpha kitty but he’s such a teddy bear it’s just really interesting, his world view and we learn pretty much immediately that he’s like jaded and damaged but in a sort of way that doesn’t overtake his pov. It’s there and you feel it but it’s not too otp or overpowering. I actually really like him and his pride-mate/best friend Kade or Kaden (will have to check this back).

So I’m on chapter 4 and we’ve just been introduced to the FMC pov and she’s tough but vulnerable in a very human way that’s just yeah. I can already tell they will balance each other out really well.

I’m guessing we will find out more about her family and foster sister as her pov continues but I’m here for it.

The only thing that maybe isn’t perfect or the best thing is we have the ye ol’ thing we call “insta-lust” it could border on creepy but I hope it doesn’t because he’s tough, hot & sweet and she’s cool, strong & sarcastic in the best possible way lmao. It’s yeah.

The spice, yeah.

So like I said I am only 4 chapters into this book and because of the “insta-lust” (on both sides btw!!) there is already steam and they sort of kissed? Idk. It’s weird I don’t think she kissed him back? Maybe idk. I just hope it doesn’t go into the creepy rape-y territory or almost-rape because that shit is not sexy, it’s not hot to force yourself on a person because you are horny. I cannot get with it if consent is wonky or not given.

Anyways I also like the sort of soul-mate/fated-mate system we are introduced to like straight away it’s a bit complicated I think but it will more than likely make more sense later on. So imma store that info for later but I love a good “fated-mates” trope. I know it’s not for everyone but I love it sfm. That and “Touch her and die” trope are my favs.

I’ll add more later I gtg listen to some more because I am LOVING this right now. ❤️😂

[teratosfavouritesnack]

Your dragon husband is torn by grief when you die in childbirth. He weeps on your lifeless body, his tears washing away the blood from your skin and healing your flesh... but they can't heal you back to life.

No, you're dead. You won't ever come back to him. He knows he should scorch your body, to set your spirit free, to let you to roam forever into the skies.... But he doesn't have the strength to part from his most treasured possession. You were more beautiful and precious to him than the most valuable gem he has ever owned. He must keep you. He's too selfish to let you go.

He covers your bare body with the finest jewels and the richest fabrics so you can shine brighter than any star in the sky. So that his son, the one you were so strong to give birth to before passing away, can see you, marvel at your eternal beauty and grow up strong and resilient and kind and beautiful just like you were.

🪷. You can leave me a tip on ko-fi if you want to support me

[that1nerd-20]

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️Hey yall, I need someone to write a 'monster fucker werewolf fluffy/smutty/angst/whatever floats your boat' piece, preferably many people write many pieces about the van helsing werewolf. 🤭🤭🤭👀👀I don't even want Hugh Jackman as van helsing as a human I just want like the design of this hunky beast man to put a reader into a mating press and have a go at her/him/them all night🤩🤩 or have a cuddle session.🥺🥺🥺😙 Or maybe both who knows.👀 Because goodness gracious the directors/writers/creators of that movie knew what they were doing. 😩😩I would write it myself but honestly I don't trust myself enough to do it justice.🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️😭😭 Also maybe he doesn't shift/have a human form and just is permanently like this 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

I mean look at the way his muscles move!! 🥵🥵🥵

Or even this pretty boy, like I just wanna cuddle all of them. They all look so soft and fluffy!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he could knot me all day long

Just look at him, hes such a pretty puppy!! They all are, they just need some luvin!😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

Cuz fr this is me-^

But like this is also me - ^

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!