H&Y

Every year Rebecca’s parent have a Halloween party for all the adults on their street , as well as other friends of theirs, and some of their relatives. She was never allowed to attend , she always was forced to stay in her room, or spend the night at a friends house. But this year one of her own friends was throwing a party on the same night.

Rebecca was typical, like most teenage girls her age, she’d decided to go a “slutty” version of something. She’d picked out a slutty Little Red Riding Hood costume for the party. She’d braided her brown hair into two pig tails, one on each side of her head that came down to right above her breasts, each of them with perfect red bows tied with ribbon on the ends of her pig tails, as well as a headband  that had a red bow on it as well that matched the bows on her pigtails.

She slipped on the first part of the costume. It was an off the shoulder white top, the arm caps were puffed, and cinched around her upper arm. The top of her shirt was made of elastic, and there was elastic stretch installed right beneath the breast area, that held the top over her tits.  Rebecca opted for no bra. The sluttier the better she thought. She had really nice, perky tits, that hid beneath the puffed fabric that clung tightly to her chest. When she looked in the mirror she enjoyed the way her pink nipples pressed just right against the top.

The next part of the outfit was a corset, but it had shoulder straps attatched to it, that when they were lifted to her shoulders accentuated her tits, as well as the bodice of the corset lifting them even more, and hugging tightly below her breasts. Her tits sticking out over the top of the corset.

She grabbed the pair of white ruffled panties she’d bought and slipped them on, pulling them up and turning around to check out how adorable she thought they looked on her, she wiggled her ass at the mirror, and giggled, bending over a little checking out how they looked in different positions.

Then she put on the skirt, that had tulle piled beaneth it, to make it nice and fluffy. It was short. Incredibly short, as the whole costume was bought one size to small on purpose.

“Holy shit.” she said to herself and laughed at the red skirt that just covered her ass.She giggled. She was going to have to sneak out. There would be no way her parents would let her leave the house like this. She stood there and swung her hips making the skirt sway a little, and giggled again, loving how cute , and of course how slutty she looked.

She grabbed her socks from the bed. She’d bought two pairs, because she couldnt decide on the thigh highs or the knee high socks. She eventually decided on the knee highs, to show more leg. She slipped them on, pulling them up, adjusting them so that the red bow on the top of each of  them was facing the front. She smiled and slipped into a pair of black flats. She knew that heels were the obvious slutty choice to make, and she’d wanted to be slutty, but she also enjoyed playing with a slight hint of innocense. The flats shoes were a perfect choice., she buckled the straps over foot below her ankle.

She picked up the satin red hooded cape from her bed, which was long, and flowed almost to the floor, but stopped about ankle length.

She tied the cape loosely around her neck, flipped up the hood and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled as she pulled the cape forward over her shoulders and closed it, and then re opened it, closing, and modeling her outfit for herself in front of the mirror.

She grabbed the wooden prop basket and held it on her forearm as she posed with her other hand on her hip. She giggled again to herself .

She walked over to her vanity and grabbed her best red lipstick. A dark cherry red, and applied it carefully to her mouth, filling her lips perfectly, she smiled, and applied gloss over the lipstick. Her lips were red and wet. She went back to her mirror and grinned at how good she looked and thought about how much attention she’d get at the party tonight.

She walked down stairs and into the kitchen, covered up by her cape. A few of her parents friends, and their neighbors had already begun to pile in. She saw her mother, who ever since Rebecca could remember was always a witch. Rebecca thought it was fitting. She spotted her father in a pair of grey pants, that were worn, and shredded in certain spots, and red and black flanel that was tucked in, and accentuated his round belly. The chest was unbuttoned, and all the hair on his chest was exposed, rips in the shirt as well. Rebecca saw the werewolf mask on the table along with a pair of costume gloves that were werewolf hands made of rubber, with red claws.

“How adorable! You’re the red riding hood , and your father is the big bad wolf? I wish my kids did matching costumes with me!” their neighbor Sheila said, grabbing a chip from a bowl on the table.

Rebecca thought it was pretty funny, considering neither of them had planned it.

“Yeah right.” her father Bruce said. “You think I can get this one to participate in something like that?” he blew air from his mouth, forcing his lips to vibrate and make the , yeah right, noise. “It wasn’t planned, plus shes going to a friends party.”

“Oh.” Sheila said “It’s still cute! Can we see the costume?” she asked Rebecca who immediately flushed with red.

“Oh..i’m um…not finished getting ready.” Rebecca lied. “Don’t want to show it off till I get all the finishing touches put on.” she smiled nervously and reached across the table, grabbing a chip and shoving one into her mouth and leaving the kitchen.

Rebecca hurried to the front door to go wait outside for her ride and as she opened the door she smiled when she saw her nieghbors son Travis, who was just finishing his first year of college, dressed as a police officer at her door.

“Oh, hi.” she said and opened the door further inviting him.

He smiled and stepped in. “Hey Becks.”  he said. “Or should I say..” he pointed to the cape…“little red?” he questioned.

Rebecca nodded, she hadn’t seen him since he left for college, and she’d always had a crush on him. “Yes sir…Officer Travis.” Rebeca smiled.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you” he said holding a case of beer under his arm.

Rebecca nodded and pushed her cape open a little and held out her hands. Travis definitely checking out what was beneath the cape.

“Want me to take the beer for you? I can put it in a cooler for you.” Rebecca asked.

“Whoa..” he said when he saw her costume, and shook his head to her question. “No , I got it.” he said hoisting it up in his arm and nodding at her costume. “That’s quite the costume.” he smiled and kept looking her up and down.

“Yeah?” Rebecca smiled flirting with him, grabbing the ends of her skirt and tugging down on it. “It’s a little shorter than I expected.” she lied. It was just as short as she’d wanted it to be, especially now, with him staring at her.

He shook his head. “Nope…it’s perfect.”…“damn.” he said. “You’ve grown up since I’ve been gone.”

Rebecca bit her lip and giggled. “Thanks.”

Travis shook his head, and looked up at her. “So, you ready for the party?”

Rebecca’s heart sank as she realized she was on her way to another party and sighed.

“I’m actually on my way to a friends party…” she said.

“That’s too bad…” he stepped closer and whispered in her ear. “because my costume comes with handcuffs.” he pulled away with a grin.

Rebecca felt her body shiver with his breath against her ear. She wanted him bad and this was the first time he’d ever flirted with her. And she couldnt believe how blunt he was being.

Rebecca blushed looking up at him and biting her lip. “Come to the party im going to instead.” she said

He shook his head. “Promised my parents i’d be here….why don’t you just stay here..” he said licking his lips.

“I’m not allowed to come to the party..“she rolled her eyes.

“oh thats right..” he said laughing and teasing her a little  "Cause youre still in highschool.“

Rebecca stuck out her tongue at him and crossed her arms. “Ha…ha.” she said.

“Well it’s probably a good thing you’re not staying…especially with that costume. Dont need the sexy highschooler, making all the husbands drool………….or keeping my pants tight all night.” he said. Rebecca gasped and pushed at his arm playfully.

“You’re bad.” Rebecca giggled and bit her lip and looked down at his crotch.

“I know I’m bad…” he said and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear again. “But are you?” he asked in a whipser and pulled away smirking again.

Rebecca wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass itself up.  She grabbed the case of beer from under his arm and set it on the floor, and grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall a little and to the garage door, and opened it and pulled him in. The garage was closed and dark, with only the glow of the light outside the garage on the outside of the house. Rebecca shut the garage door, and both her and Travis walked down a couple of steps.

Rebecca lifted her hand up behind his neck, bringing her mouth to his and kissed him hard, his hands finding her body instantly, holding her hips and sliding his hands down her skirt and back up under it, grabbing her ass. He pulled back, and Rebecca looked at him, able to tell his mouth was covered in her lipstick and lip gloss. He squeezed her ass. Rebecca reached her hand down between them and over the crotch of his pants, and rubbed his cock through his pants and she kissed him again, his hands now on her face , kissing her hard, their tongues pushing against one anothers, he groaned into her mouth and her fingers hugged the outline of his cock through his pants.

Rebecca pulled from the kiss, both of them panting.

“My my officer..” she whispered. “What a hard cock you have.” she grinned and giggled as she saw him smile at her playing up the red riding hood role.

“The better to fuck you with my dear.” he said and pushed her up against the car in the garage. Pulling the string around her neck, her cape falling to the floor. Rebecca giggled and kissed his mouth again as he pressed himself against her, kissing her mouth, as her hands reached down and began to unzip the pants of his costume.

“Mmmm, Little Red is in quite the hurry..” he said as she pushed his pants down and pulled his boxers down as well. Her hand finding his bare cock, stroking it in her hand. “Mmmm” he moaned.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Rebecca whispered.

Travis grabbed her and moved both of them down bending her over the front of the car on the hood, and lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Rebecca couldnt believe how hot this was, finally fucking the guy her and every other girl in school, every girl in he neighborhood had a crush on. She felt her panties fall to her ankles and stepped one foot out, and before stepping out of the other, Travis had lifted the legs, with panties still hanging around her ankles, and put her knee up on the hood of the car and sunk himself into her.

Rebecca gasped and moaned loudly as she felt his cock plunge up into her, and fill her, not giving her any chance to get used to the size of his cock, and the way it’d ripped into her. Travis began to fuck her, sending her body rocking back and forth over her fathers car. Her hands pressed on the hood of the car, the hood making popping noises as the her hands pushed the hood in and out, little dents, that fixed themselves when her hands moved.

“God damn becks..” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.” Rebecca moaned and began to push herself back on his cock as he fucked her.

“Fuck yeah Becks…fuck my cock.” he groaned and grabbed her hips and began to slam himself into her, Rebecca moaning loudly and almost collapsing on the hood of the car when his dick thrust deeper into her.  "You feel so fucking good.“ he told her as she bent over further and put her face on the hood of the car, letting him take her.

He reached up beneath her and pulled the top of her shirt down beneath her breasts, grabbing them , squeezing as his body hovered over hers, fucking her still. He stood back up his hands back on her hips, pushing her skirt up and slapping her ass. Rebecca gasped and moaned, her tits pressed now against the cold metal of the hood of the car.

"I never knew you were such a bad girl.” he said smacking her ass again , grabbing her by her elbows lifting her off the hood of the car, as he still fucked her. His hips smacking against her ass as he fucked her, her tits bouncing as he thrust into her over and over. He pulled out of her and turned her around, lifting her petite frame, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he lowered her back onto his cock, his arms wrapped around her, as her arms wrapped around his neck,he stood, holding her as he fucked her.

“I shouldve fucked you a long time ago.” he groaned, and then laid her on the hood of the car and kept fucking her , on her back, her tits bouncing on her chest as he fucked her. “ If I knew how tight you were, what a bad girl you were..” he groaned. “God, I want to cum inside you so bad Becks.” he said throwing her legs up over his shoulders, leaning into her slamming into her cunt. Rebecca couldnt believe how amazing his cock felt, how fucking him was a million times better than she’d ever imagined it.

“Tell me to cum inside you..” he groaned. Reaching up to her face, grabbing her jaw, and squeezing. “Fucking tell me, cmon little red riding hood…tell me to cum inside you.” he demanded. Rebecca moaned and just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, both of them froze, jumping up, Rebecca scrambling to stand up when the garage door opened and the light was turned on.

“What the fuck is going on?!” his voice roared as he flew towards them.

Rebecca stood and pushed her skirt down and pulled up her top, putting her tits back inside of it. Travis scrambling to pick up his pants and throw them back on.

“Daddy!” Rebecca shrieked as she put her hands to his chest as he started to go toward Travis. “Daddy it’s not what it looks like!” she cried, and looked to Travis who was impressively already buttoning his pants, zipping them up.

“I…I’m so sorry!” He stammered and walked around the car to put the car between him and my father.

“YOU SHOULD LEAVE TRAVIS.” he roared.

Travis fled from the garage and my father, face red as an apple looked at me and glared.

“Go to your room.” he said.

She blinked and nodded. “…okay” she said knowing better than to ask if she could still go to the other party.

She walked over to her cape and panties on the floor, and bent over to pick them up.

Her father still glaring at her, but his expression changing as she bent over twice, once to pick up the cape, once to pick up her panties. Both times, her ass and cunt hanging out of her skirt. His eyed widened. He was angry, livid. But…he couldnt deny the fact, he’d just enjoyed the fresh young cunt that was just flashed to him, even if it was his daughters. When she turned and walked towards the door, he looked at her knee high socks, one that had rolled down her leg.

“Cover yourself up.” he said, and Rebecca returned her cape around her, holding it closed as she walked back into the house and went to her room.

She stayed in her room all night. Listening to the music and the voices of everyone from the party, worried about whether her father would tell her mother, whether she’d be grounded, whether her father would just forget the whole thing happened, wondered if he’d tell Travis’s parents. She got up and decided to leave her room and go sneak a peek of the party.

It was dark in he house, with only a strobe light flickering in one corner of the house, and pumpkin light strung along each wall, and the lights in the ceiling were changed to black light bulbs. Rebecca stepped down the stairs a little, looking at the people drinking, a few dancing and, she stepped off the last stair and peeked into the kitchen, that was lit slightly more than the other rooms of the house, and saw her mother in the middle of the kitchen taking a shot with a bunch of other people and then turned around and bumped into someone.

When she saw his hairy chest, the same plaid shirt and the hands at his side, wearing the werewolf hand gloves. Rebecca felt herself panic and she looked up, staring at the werewolf mask that she knew was her fathers face, and imagined his scowl beneath it. He grabbed  her arm and Rebecca apologized.

“I just got bored Daddy.” she whined. He pulled her by her arm back up the stairs and to her bedroom, “Daddy I said I’m sorry! I’m sorry daddy!” she cried , as he was  forcing her back inside her room as he let go of her arm and closed the door behind him.

She stood looking at her father standing still with his hands at his side. Still in his mask, he chest glistening beneath  the hair on his chest, probably sweating from the crowded room and the werewolf rubber mask on his face. Rebecca stepped backwards as he stepped forward, until the back of her legs met her bed and buckled her knees, forcing her to sit on the edge of her bed, Rebecca leaned back and cralwed up onto her bed backwards, nervously moving back wards, her feet pushing against her bed as he walked closer and reached the edge of her bed.

He didn’t fail to notice, she still hadn’t put her panties back on as she was looking up at him fearfully, apologizing over and over. He let his eyes stare right at her perfect little pussy , until she realized her pussy was exposed and pushed her skirt down with one hand holding it over herself.

He reached down and moved her hand slowly, Rebecca watched the claws of the glove brush her hand hand away and then flip her skirt back up, she froze.

“D…daddy what are you doing?” she asked.

There was no verbal response from him as she watched his head slightly tilt to the side as his glove slid down her leg and he stood there, still, with his hands at his side, his eyes on her pussy. Rebecca closed her legs, only to have them pushed open again by her fathers gloved hands.

“Daddy?” Rebecca asked, her voice shaking, wondering what her father was going to do to her. “What are you going to do Daddy?” she asked again.

“Daddy?” Rebecca asked a third time. She watched his hand raise, and the fingers of his glove reach up, and using the red claws that were painted red to imitate blood, he poked at her nipple through her top. Her breath was shaking as she watched him flick her nipple, rubbing it through her top and then quickly grabbing her top and yanking it down hard, Rebecca heard a rip in the fabric. She gasped and moved back further on the bed to get away.

“Daddy what are you doing?!” She shrieked and turned over to crawl over to the other side of the bed, and he grabbed her ankles pulling her hard , landing her flat on her stomach and pulling her back towards him, her legs wiggling as she tried to crawl.

“Daddy! I’m sorry!” Rebecca cried as she felt two glove covered hands grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, her feet now on he floor, but her feet still kicking backwards as he reached down pushed one of the rubber fingers of his glove into her.

“Daddy no!” Rebecca screamed and jolted upwards, crawling across the bed. He grabbed her ankles again, yanking her back and shoving the finger back inside her. He watched the rubber finger disappear inside of her over and over as she laid squirming on the bed, he couldnt help but ram his finger up into her harder, the finger of he glove extending deeper inside her than his own finger ever could. He watched it come out covered in her juice and pushed it back in with a growl, fucking her hard with his finger as she begged him to stop.

As he quickly undid his pants, Rebecca watching in horror as his pants fell to the floor, watching her fathers hard prick free itself, his belly protruding over it, and her father get up onto of the bed quickly, and on top of her.

“Daddy, No!” Rebecca screamed. “Daddy stop!” she said pushing against his hairy chest, trying to push a a man more than twice her weight off of her.

“Stop it!” she said as she felt his cock grind against her pussy, , his hands holding her forcefully at her waist as he tried to put himself inside her.

“STOP!” Rebecca screamed again, her legs kicking, her eyes bugging as her fathers hand reached up and she felt the glove grip her throat and squeeze. Her hand flying to his forearm as he held  her throat , he watched her eyes bulge as he thrust himself into her.

Rebecca choked on her screams, and he lifted his hand from her throat as he started to fuck her hard and fast.

“Daddy no!” she said pushing at his chest again, her palms pressed flat against his chest as his body hovered over hers, his big belly rubbing againt the corset of her costume.

“YES” he growled.

“No daddy!” she screamed as he continued to violate her, and take exactly what he wanted. He’d been thinking about it all night, after catching her on the hood of his car, taking dick like a whore. And as he drank more and more that night during the party, he found it harder and harder to understand why he couldn’t take advantage of her too. Why should he not be able to fuck his daughter if she was such the little whore. Especially after seeing her plump cunt lips between her thighs when she had bent over in front him.

“YES” he growled again and leaned down, sticking his tongue through the mouth hole in his mask he dragged his tongue over one of her nipples. Rebecca pushed his head away and grabbed his mask ripping it off his head. And she wished she hadnt because the face beneath it was far scarier than the mask. She looked at her father who’d looked like hed been possesed as he grinned at her , he looked evil, as his dick filled her pussy, harder, faster. He laughed maniacally and ripped the gloves from his hands.

“You little fucking slut.” he growled. “I know you want to share your naughty little cunt with Daddy.” he snarled as he kept fucking her.

Rebecca was scared now, watching her fathers face as he fucked her. Her hand pressed against his sweaty, and hairy chest, as the sweat began to drip from his face onto her.

Rebecca laid still, letting her body be used, and felt him jolt her body each time he thrust into her. Her tits shaking on her chest, his mouth sunk into the flesh of her breast, he bit her nipple hard and pulled it. Rebecca snapped out of it and shrieked.

“Daddy!” she yelled.

“You like that baby?” “You like the big bad wolf biting on your hard little nipples?”  he groaned and did it again. Rebecca yelped as she looked at him. His face had softened, even though it was still grinning, it wasnt as scary now.

“No Daddy, stop” Rebecca said, pushing her hands hard against him.

“You dont want the big bad wolf to stop baby.. I know you dont. ” he said as his cock pushed deep up into her cunt. “You want the big bad wolf to mate with you.” he smiled devilishly and his belly bounced on her each time he thrust into her. “Spread your little legs, red riding hood, let the big bad wolf fuck your little pink pussy, let him breed your little cunt.”

Rebeccas legs spread wider and her father groaned at her compliance to his request and moaned. “Yes baby, yes…I know you like it…daddys big bad dick inside you.” he said his face over hers, and the smell of beer on his breath being pushed up through her nose.

“Daddy..” Rebecca moaned slightly, as she looked into his eyes, his were filled with a wild lust for his little girl, and a grin on his face that refused to go away, her eyes filled with fear, no longer fear for of him, but fear of herself enjoying it. Which, she was, whether she could admit it or not.

“Mmmm you belong to the big bad wolf now baby.” he said and he felt her fingers push up through his chest hair. “You like the big bad hairy wolf dont you little girl?” he snarled as he leaned forward, and he sunk his teeth into her neck, biting her, Rebecca moaned and her arms wrapped around him beneath his arms and around his back where her fingers gripped his back, her nails dragging over his back through his shirt, her nails scratching through his shirt. He groaned and looked at her, her mouth gasping, and panting now as she moaned.

“Do you like the big bad wolf now baby?” he said, his dick still stretching her open everytime he thrust into her. Rebecca nodded as she moaned.

“Say it. Say you love the big bad wolf fucking that little pussy.” he groaned.

Rebecca looked him in the eyes , her eyes filled with desire now, filled with wanting. “ I love the big bad wolf fucking my pussy.” she moaned and her father smiled as he stopped and held himself inside her, leaning down, his mouth against her.

“Tell the big bad wolf how much you want his cum inside you.” he said.

Rebeccas legs wrapped around him as much as they could and her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes, her lips brushing his slightly as he pumped his cock into her, his body smothering hers, her tits pressed against his hairy chest, she gasped and then talked against his mouth telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I want your cum inside me.” she whimpered.

“How bad?” he growled.

“Bad. Really really bad. Put your cum in my pussy Daddy. I want the big bad wolf to cum inside his little red riding whore.” she said and he groaned, listening to her talk like a slut.

“Do you want the big bad wolf to breed you?” he groaned.

“Breed me, breed me right now.” she moaned. “Cum inside me, please, oh please Mr.Wolf!” she moaned loudly. “Fuck me…cum inside me..please…cum….do it….cum inside me Daddy….cum inside your little girl….you dirty old wolf…fucking breed me!” she yelled and laid there, her body rocking on the bed as he leaned up and began to let his cum fill her, slamming his cock into her, letting out a loud grown, his head falling back and jaw dropping open.  Rebecca smiled slightly to herself as she realized how wolf like he actually looked, groaning upwards at the ceiling, as if he were howling at the moon like an actual werewolf.

“Fuuuuuuck.” he groaned and he looked down at her with his cock held inside her, he could feel the last of his cum pumping into her.

“Mmmmmmm” Rebecca moaned. “Did the big bad wolf fill my little pussy and breed me like a little whore?” she asked with a smile.

HE smiled and slid his cock out slowly, leaving all of his cum buried inside of her, and exhaled as he laid himself down beside her.

“Jesus..fucking…christ.” he said as Rebecca sat up and staddled him and leaned down and kissed him, her body bending over his belly, her hands pressed into his chest hair, curling it in her fingers.

“When the big bad wolf is ready..” she said with a smirk.

So after an extraordinary response to a post where I outlined a dream I had of an orc coming down the street towards me with a gargoyle on a leash like an assistance animal, here’s the result… Featuring a non-binary elf best friend too. 

 You left the office and stepped out into the bright sunshine at lunchtime beside your best friend. The cheeky elf grinned at you and started to tug you towards their favourite super-healthy, vegan, raw food cafe. It’d only been there about six months, and honestly, while there was nothing wrong with the food they served, the thought of eating their food did make you feel like a budgerigar or perhaps a small rodent.

After the morning you’d had, all you wanted was something deep fried, or carb-loaded, and very, very bad for you. You stopped to tilt your face up to the sunshine, feeling it wash over you, wash a little more colour back into your cheeks.

Your best friend paused. “What’s up?” they said. “You ok?”

You cracked your eyes open and looked at them. “Lith,” you smiled. “You are the boss’s PA. You have the perfect job. Me? It seems like everyone thinks they can tell me what to do, and when, and I’m exhausted. It’s lucky I even have a lunch break at all today. It’s my first one all week.”

Erolith smiled, their beautiful face flawless as always. They stretched out their hand and turned you up the street to face the direction of the café. “Come on. Let’s get some lunch. You always get cranky when your blood sugar is low.”

You sighed, knowing it was true, and as you turned you saw a figure standing easily a head or two taller than the rest of the milling crowd and making his way along the pavement towards you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him approach. He was an orc, with massive lower tusks, each one encircled with engraved silver cuffs. From what you knew of orc culture, they weren’t permitted to wear twin tusk rings until they were at least twenty five.

His shoulders were broad and sculpted and they looked so darned perfect in his crisp white shirt that you actually felt your knees wobble. His black hair was buzzed close to his head on each side just above his pointed ears, with a thick, intricate braid curving over the centre of his head to hang out of sight down between his shoulders. He was clean shaven, and a number of earrings also glinted along the edges of his rather delicate ears. His dark grey suit trousers fitted his thickly muscled thighs like a dream too, and you felt your mouth go dry as the crowds shifted a little for him and you got a better view.

“Oh boy,” Erolith muttered in your ear. “Come on…”

“But…” you whimpered. “Just look at him…”

Alright folks, it’s been up on exclusive early release on my Patreon, along with a couple of patreon-only drabbles featuring a plus size reader and a female monster, so if you’re able to support me over there, you can get all of this and more on the Pixies and Goblins tier! 

Anyway, here’s a cerberus-type story for you. Very brief mentions of the unwanted attentions of a drunk on a train near the start, but it’s very quick. Other than that, no warnings. 

You stepped onto the Underground train as it squeaked and rumbled to a halt, and stifled a yawn with the back of your hand. It was late, even by your standards, and this was probably one of the last trains still running at this hour. The carriage that stopped in front of you seemed as deserted as the platform, but the moment you stepped onto the stuffy train, you realised you were not alone.

The creature sharing the carriage with you was one of the rarest of non-humans – rare to the point of almost mythical – and you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in your throat when you saw the three heads of the fluffy, white-furred cerberus sitting near the doors at the other end of the carriage.

They were colloquially known as ‘cerberus’ or ‘cerberi’, but canis polycephalous happened to be their proper name. Whatever they went by, they were very, very rare.

One of the heads looked up curiously as you stepped into the carriage and sank down into a seat, trying really hard not to stare openly. They were wearing a red and black plaid shirt, and scruffy looking jeans with one ankle resting on the opposite knee. Their hind paws were bare and they had leathery looking pads and sharp claws. As you stole another surreptitious glance along the train, you could see that one of the heads was wearing glasses and was dozing quietly against the glass panel by the door, while the middle head was staring at a mobile phone, and the third was looking at you. Their hands reminded you of paws, though they had fingers which ended in short, white, hard-looking talons, like polished marble.

You smiled reflexively when you met their eye, and then tried to look away, cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. The left eye in that head was a bright, crystal blue, the right a warm, coffee brown like the others. God, they were really beautiful.

Ok, so it’s been over a year since I posted Part One of this boy on Tumblr when I was just starting out on here, and I’ve had people popping into my inbox every now and again and asking if there’ll be more. And here, finally, it is! All 5776 words of it!

It’s been up on my Patreon for about a week or so now, and if you want early access to every Tumblr story, plus lots of extra bonus content and patreon exclusives, don’t forget to sign up and become a part of things over there too!

There’s a fair bit of nsfw in it, and some separation, but it’s got a happy ending. I hope you enjoy it.

Part One to remind yourselves!

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All you wanted to do the next day was stay on that balcony and stare at him. His stony gaze was locked on you if you stood on the balcony, and you blew him another kiss before you went down to breakfast in the hotel, and another before you left to explore for the day. You felt a little foolish, but you thought he might appreciate it, if he could even see you when he was literally made of stone.  You didn’t exactly know how his magic worked.

You really had to force yourself to go out and see some more of the city. There were art galleries and museums housing incredible artefacts from the city’s history, and you weren’t going to sit around all day waiting for your statue to come to life again. The thought occurred to you that maybe you should be surprised - or even concerned - at how quickly you’d accepted this turn of fairytale events, but all you honestly felt was excitement.  

You ached all morning, still able to feel him deep within you from the night before. You kept replaying the way his whole body had gone rigid as he came inside you, his great wings spread above you like the sails of some dark ship. He had been immensely powerful, jaw gritted, muzzle pulled back and locked in a ferocious snarl that should have been terrifying, fangs flashing as he spent himself. Those enormous talons had left holes in your sheets large enough to put your fingertips through, and you hoped you wouldn’t be charged for those. 

NSFW story about a gargoyle x female reader. I want to do a part two at some point. I have some more story plotted out… Warnings for unwanted sexual advances of a human male as well. 

You pushed the French windows open and gasped as the vista opened up before you. The cathedral, a towering, ornate, gothic edifice, studded with jewel-like windows and dotted with a menagerie of gargoyles and grotesques, was so close to the hotel balcony that you felt like you could touch it. Of course you couldn’t, but still, it was only a matter of metres away.

“Is everything to your satisfaction, madam?” the member of the hotel staff asked from behind you.

You sighed. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

A city break. You’d dreamed of this for years. You and your partner, together. Perhaps even the dream proposal in the cathedral square, a single rose in his hand. You fought back tears at the memory of coming home unexpectedly from work at lunchtime and finding underwear that was not yours abandoned on the couch. Vile, lurid, lacy, purple. You could still hear the sounds of their union in your bedroom. In your bed.

You turned away as you were left in peace, and gripped the stone balustrade of the balcony. Your eyes screwed shut and your lip quavered. You would not cry over that –over him ­­– any longer.

You’d booked this as a surprise for him. He was not going to ruin it now.

You explored the city on your own.

You only lived a couple of hours’ drive away, but somehow you’d never managed to make time for the trip. The city opened up before you, street by winding street, and you lost yourself in the magic of it. With buildings dating back to medieval times, it was an incredible place. You had your camera around your neck, zooming in, picking out little corners as you went: a cracked pot overflowing with tiny white flowers here, a dragon-tailed railing there, an odd architectural quirk above, and an intricately cast drain-cover below.

By the time sunset was approaching, you were exhausted. Before supper, you went out onto the balcony and stared at the carved stone ornamentation on the cathedral as the sun dipped lower, gilding the rich stone tracery, flashing off the leaded, stained-glass windows. The whole thing looked like a jewel-encrusted reliquary made of finest gold.

Bringing your camera to your eye, you focused the lens on one gargoyle in particular. It sat on a balcony facing yours, a small wooden door behind it, as though it had been set there to guard the entrance. It had suffered a great deal since the mason had first carved it, however. A large chunk of its head had been cracked away, chipped off to leave a rugged, raw edge on its right side, though the masonry had been softened by the combined efforts of wind and rain over time. The body was large, like a lion’s, with massive, taloned hands, and a curling, thick tail like a bullwhip that ended in an almost cartoonish triangle. It had one horn that curved away from its ear, backwards over its head, finishing in a stylish little upward flick. A shaggy looking mane tumbled down its spine in waves, and two large wings were folded neatly down its back from its shoulders. There was something about it that made you zoom even further in.

The sun was fading, and the light pretty terrible now, so you adjusted the aperture and the shutter speed, resting the camera on the balustrade so you could reduce the blur from a relatively long exposure. The sun winked down behind the rooves, and as the wash of golden light faded from the creature, you frowned. It looked for all the world as though it had moved.

Based on an actual dream I had while travelling in Europe… … … 

Shadow monster x fem reader. NSFW

You woke with a start to a room that was barely familiar. It was your second night, travelling Europe alone, staying this time in the little bed and breakfast that purported to be on the site of some fifteenth century manor house or something. The hum of the AC unit was missing, though you were certain you’d left it on, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Huge curtains hung from ceiling to floor in wide, lazy folds, and your eyes tracked towards them instinctively.

Your heartbeat lurched. Silhouetted against the vague light from outside was a monstrously tall shape. Legs that reached a yard and a half high melted into a slender body, with spectrally thin arms hanging midway down its legs.

You froze.

Shadows playing on the curtains nothing more.

You blinked, and it was gone.

Completely gone.

The room around you grew darker, the blackness pressing against your eyeballs for a moment until you blinked and all was as it had been.

Just the remnants of your dream clinging to your consciousness. That, surely, and nothing more.

Wasn’t entirely happy with this one, but I’m going to post it anyway. Here’s a long ish, nsfw at the end short story about a hellhound that discovers you can see him. 

Just your luck. Work had been so busy of late that you’d got absolutely fuck all in the fridge or the cupboards, beyond some instant gravy granules and some out-of-date orange squash. You were a good cook, but there really was nothing you could do with that.

It would take as long for a pizza delivery to arrive from the nearest town as it would for you to walk into the village and go to the convenience store. Besides, if you ordered in, you’d still have nothing for tomorrow. Local shop it was then.

It’d been raining most of the day, though it had now cleared up to leave gleaming pavements and a high wind in the bare winter trees. Duffled up against the chill, you left the store with a heavy bag in one hand, and climbed the road out of the village towards the small collection of new houses that huddled together on the hillside.

The bells of the village church tolled the hour, dolorous and moody beneath the heavy night sky.

As you stepped off the well-lit path into the dark quiet of the housing estate, a movement up ahead caught your eye.

You froze, heart in your mouth, as a pair of bright green eyes transfixed you to the spot. The shape was huge, the size of a small pony. And yet it had to be a dog. You liked dogs, but this one looked like it could tear your throat out in seconds.

It shifted, the dim light from the distant streetlamps glimmering on rippling, black fur.

A reader insert about a rather shy shadow monster with a tendency to drool a bit. 

It had been years since you’d been back to your parents’ house. A job overseas straight out of university had seen to that.

But now your contract was over, and you needed a place to crash while you looked for a house of your own.

Your old bedroom was smaller than you remembered it, but that was the way of things. Nothing ever grew up with you.

Alone, long after supper, staring up at the remaining glow-in-the-dark stars still glimmering vaguely on the ceiling, you caught a shifting in the darkness out of the corner of your eye. It was subtle, the dim light of a distant street-lamp hardly making any impact on the shadows in the room, but it was definitely there.

“You’re… You’re still here,” you breathed, sitting up with a jolt. “I… I thought I’d just imagined it all as a child.”

The dark grey mist coalesced in the darkness, deepening until a towering black figure stood at the foot of your bed.

You drew your knees up, heart pounding, but you weren’t afraid.

“Shadow?” you breathed. That was what you’d always called it, whatever ‘it’ was. Shadow had comforted you on those nights when you’d failed in school or the teasing had cracked your tough outer armour. Your Shadow had wrapped warm arms around you and held you, purring, until you stopped crying.

Now it just stood there.

You got the impression it was staring, though you had rarely seen eyes.

“Shadow? It’s me. You remember me, don’t you?”

A deep, growling purr, like two granite blocks shifting over one another, rumbled through the room and the mass of swirling mist at what you supposed was the head shifted and nodded slightly.

“I never forgot you,” you smiled, hugging your knees. “I missed you.”

Shadow glided forwards like dry ice creeping across the floor, until it was on your bed. For all that Shadow looked like precisely that, molecules floating in air, the mattress shifted beneath its weight and suddenly you could see nothing at all as that familiar velvety embrace encircled you. Something nosed at your neck, cool and slightly wet, like a dog’s muzzle while the weight of the creature pressed down on you.

I’ve had a merman story kicking around for a while, but it’s had nowhere to go, and no audience to love it, so I reworked it for this prompt with a merman x female reader. Normally my stories are not this long, so don’t expect it to be this big every time I answer an ask. I had this one in my ‘unfinished ideas’ folder though. It still took me a good four hours to edit this into what it is now. I’m going cross-eyed from looking at it so long, so please forgive any mistakes, but I wanted to get it posted tonight for you. 

Get comfortable, grab some water and a snack, because this is 9000 words of traditional merman (not a gorgeous Shape of Water creature this time) x female reader. Meet Tallis everyone!

Warnings for mentioned loss of childhood friend, and near drowning. 

“Hello?!” you called, astonished at what you were seeing.

Those eyes. You’d never seen eyes like those before. Even through the thrashings of the building storm, you knew you would never forget eyes like those.

But you had more important things to focus on. What a young man your own age was doing out in the sea in weather like this, you couldn’t fathom. But you found your feet faltering on the hard sand, waves thundering in your ears, spray coating your hair and face in tiny droplets while the air roiled and the clouds seethed above you.

As the boy vanished beneath the waves, terror reared its ugly head in your mind. He was going to drown if he stayed out there in this. “Hold on!” you yelled, the wind ripping your voice from your lips the moment the words left your mouth.

You cursed and took your shoes off. The icy water hurt as it bit into your ankles, but you forced yourself to keep going. No way the sea was going to claim someone else on your watch. You’d lost your best friend to the sea when you were children, and seeing that boy there now brought it all rushing back like a crashing breaker.

By the time you were up to your waist, you knew you had bitten off way more than you could chew. A breaker rolled in and knocked you right off your feet.

“Shit!” you swore as you went under, sea water filling your mouth. You fought for the surface but got no purchase under you, rolling around in the surf like a toy in a washing machine. The thought that you were going to die flashed across your mind for the briefest of moments.

Suddenly there was a weight around your waist, like an arm or something, and you were yanked upright. Your face broke the surface and you gasped, choking on the salt water that had dribbled into your lungs. Coughing violently, you tried to fight to stay afloat, and then realised you didn’t have to.

And that you weren’t alone anymore.

Lil gruff snek boy Ascal has had a lot of love from you lovely lot, so here is Part Two. I kept the gender of the reader unspecified (which was a challenge in the smutty bits, let me tell you). I had an ask about Ascal which you can read here if you’re interested in finding out a little more about him. 

Part One (sfw)

Part Two

You had stepped out of the trees and approached the village with your basket of handspan mushrooms for Healer Amalesse, and the whole place had erupted. You’d been gone two weeks, and everyone had thought you were dead.

When the fuss had finally died down, you settled back into your normal routine. You simply told them you’d fallen in the river and sheltered in a cave to recover. You gave no mention of Ascal.

The first winter storms came early that year. One afternoon found you chopping and preparing herbs for a salve as the wind and rain battered the healer’s cottage.

“You alright?” Amalesse asked, coming up behind you and making you jump. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she chuckled. “You seem awfully vague lately…”

Hail stones began to beat against the windowpanes and you looked up, wondering if Ascal was alright. Was he cold? Did winter affect him like it did other cold-blooded creatures? Was he lonely again now? Had that female come back?

“What? Oh, yeah,” you said when Amalesse put the back of her hand on your forehead. “I’m fine. Just… you know… thinking.”

“I know that look… Someone caught your eye?” she asked.

I’ve had a few requests for nagas, but this story was based off this request for a shy monster pleasuring himself and waking you up accidentally. Apparently I got bonus points if I made the monster a naga, so how could I refuse? 

If you requested a naga story and this isn’t quite what you wanted, I have another one planned for the standoffish/dangerous naga boy who falls for the reader, don’t worry. 

So here’s 2255 words of NSFW snake boy and female reader for you. 

Not long after drifting off, you surfaced from a light sleep to the soft sound of quick breathing, and a slight rocking of your massive bed. There was a distinctive, wet sound too and you bit your lip, your eyes going wide with understanding. Lying perfectly still, you tried to keep your breathing even as you realised what was happening.

In the few months that you and Isak had been seeing each other, he had been strangely shy about his body around you. So much so that you had barely done more than lying propped up in his beautiful coils while you watched something on Netflix, or shared a brief, blushing kiss as you left for work. That had been all well and good, but you had needs, and you were very attracted to your naga boyfriend.

It was the little things he did as much as the big things: he would toss his head of black curls back off his face, revealing endlessly green eyes; he would lick his pale lips nervously with his forked tongue; he would hold you so gently and pick you up and nuzzle into you; he would lie curled up on himself on chilly evenings beneath a massive pile of blankets, until you passed by and he would snag you and draw you into his embrace… But everything left you wanting just a little bit more each time.

Now, as you lay on your side and infuriatingly facing away from him, you definitely felt the mattress rocking. His breath hissed and you could picture his long, forked tongue darting out as his chin jutted upwards in pleasure. God, it was torture.

I’ve had a few requests for nagas, but this story was based off this request for a shy monster pleasuring himself and waking you up accidentally. Apparently I got bonus points if I made the monster a naga, so how could I refuse? 

If you requested a naga story and this isn’t quite what you wanted, I have another one planned for the standoffish/dangerous naga boy who falls for the reader, don’t worry. 

So here’s 2255 words of NSFW snake boy and female reader for you. 

Not long after drifting off, you surfaced from a light sleep to the soft sound of quick breathing, and a slight rocking of your massive bed. There was a distinctive, wet sound too and you bit your lip, your eyes going wide with understanding. Lying perfectly still, you tried to keep your breathing even as you realised what was happening.

In the few months that you and Isak had been seeing each other, he had been strangely shy about his body around you. So much so that you had barely done more than lying propped up in his beautiful coils while you watched something on Netflix, or shared a brief, blushing kiss as you left for work. That had been all well and good, but you had needs, and you were very attracted to your naga boyfriend.

It was the little things he did as much as the big things: he would toss his head of black curls back off his face, revealing endlessly green eyes; he would lick his pale lips nervously with his forked tongue; he would hold you so gently and pick you up and nuzzle into you; he would lie curled up on himself on chilly evenings beneath a massive pile of blankets, until you passed by and he would snag you and draw you into his embrace… But everything left you wanting just a little bit more each time.

Now, as you lay on your side and infuriatingly facing away from him, you definitely felt the mattress rocking. His breath hissed and you could picture his long, forked tongue darting out as his chin jutted upwards in pleasure. God, it was torture.

List to be added to over time… New stories at the bottom. Be sure to check the original post (not just reblogs) for updates! 

Short stories mega-list can be found here!

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Orc lover (Khuruz) x fem reader Part One (sfw) | Part Two (sfw) | Part Three (mostly sfw) | Part Four (sfw) | Part Five - Final (nsfw) 

Shadow (nsfw)

Hellhound (Ranek) (nsfw)

Shadow Monster x Fem Reader (nsfw)

Deaf werewolf Part One  (sfw)  Part Two (slight nsfw) x reader (poly, two male werewolves, Rowan and Caleb x reader)

Fem!Werewolf in heat with lone male alpha Part One (nsfw)  Part Two (nsfw) - Part Two is an anon submission, not my writing, but I feel it definitely deserves to go here. 

Gargoyle lover x fem reader (Alesh) Part One (nsfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male chupacabra x male reader (nsfw)

Big burly submissive alien x reader (First Officer Ornorx) (nsfw)

Demon lover x male reader (Oriyeth) (nsfw)

Body-shy alien x female reader (Er’Athien) (nsfw)

Female orc (Bronwyn) x female reader (sfw) Part One (sfw) | Part Two (nsfw) | Part Three (nsfw)

Curvy female reader x male monster (nsfw)

Male dragon x female reader (Telum) (nsfw)

Male forest monster x female reader (Nyrrath) (sfw)

Female harpy x male character (Merilla x Eleksei) (sfw)

Male naga x female reader (Isak) (nsfw)

Slime boy x female reader (Silythe) (nsfw)

Slime boy x male reader (Chalce) (nsfw)

Male naga x reader (Ascal) Part One (sfw [mostly]) Part Two (nsfw)

Male gnoll/hyena boy (Brenn) x female reader Part One (nsfw) Part Two (sfw ish) Part Three (sfw) Part Four (nsfw) Part Five (nsfw) Part Six/Epilogue (sfw)

Merman x female reader (Tallis) (nsfw)

Male kelpie x reader (Aonar) (nsfw) Part One | Part Two (nsfw, female reader)

Male centaur x female reader (Yrik) (mostly sfw) 

Modern day male orc x female reader (Kelyn) (nsfw)

Octomer girl x reader (Celi) (nsfw)

Male goblin x reader (Skyrrik) (nsfw)

Male bat monster x plus sized female reader (Pallas) (nsfw)

Modern day male orc x female reader (Garek) (nsfw)

Male spider monster x female reader (Sarrith) (nsfw)

Shy male werewolf x female reader (Theo) (light nsfw)

Male cave fae/monster x reader (Graith) (nsfw)

Male forest spirit/guardian x female reader (Sylvestris) (nsfw)

Female orc pole dancer x female reader (’Barbarian’) (sort of nsfw?)

Male orc x female reader (Lasza) (sfw) Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Male orc x female reader (Thur’khul) Part One (sfw) | Part Two (sfw) | Part Three (nsfw)

Male naga x female reader (Wyorhin) (sfw, fluffy aftercare) 

Androgynous werewolf x ftm reader (Riley) (sfw) 

Male bat monster x female reader (Istrill) (sfw)

Monster under the bed x reader (sfw) (short story)

Female plant monster x female reader (Margaret) (light nsfw) (commission)

Female rakshasi x female reader (Sarthi) (sfw) Part One (commission) Part Two

Swamp king short fic (sfw)

Deep sea merman x shallow-water merman (Oneir x Ilarr) (commisssion) Part One and Part Two

Male hellhound & male werewolf x female reader (Eliron and Dan) (commission) 

Female gnoll reader x female human knight (Leä) (commission)

White ermine mothman x female reader (Niall) (commission)

Male alien x female soldier (Hunter) (commission) Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw)

Vampire queen x female dragon shifter (Violet x Celant) (nsfw)

Shadow monster x reader (sfw)

Male kitsune x reader (Touma) (nsfw)

Male manticore x plus size female reader  (Nirhan) (nsfw) 

Blind male hellhound x male hellhound (sfw)

Female minotaur x female reader (Marla) (nsfw)

Male orc x reader (Casey) (nsfw)

Male orc x reader (Damien) (sfw) 

Male haunted armour x reader (Aubrey) Part One (sfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Female orc x buff female reader (Lily) (sfw, mostly)

Cerberus boyfriends x reader (Finley, Jack, Thom) (nsfw)

Female spider monster x male reader  (Astriah) (nsfw)

Male ooze x reader (Tokis) (sfw)

Male sea kelpie x male reader (Arran) (nsfw)

Male selkie (Nathan) x female reader (nsfw)

Male tiefling (Maikel) x male reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male gorgon x male reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male dragon x female reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male scarecrow x female reader (sad… and with light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male selkie x female reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Non-binary incubus x non-gendered reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male dullahan x female reader Choose Your Own Adventure story Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen (final)

Female naga x AFAB non-binary reader (nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male orc mage (Orrakh) x reader (sfw)

Shadow monster x reader (sfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male uruk hai orc x reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two (sfw), Part Three (very light nsfw)

Male orc x male reader (nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male orc x female reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Werewolf x reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male werewolf x reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male rakshasa x female reader (light-ish nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male werewolf x male reader (nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Lonesome male fae x non-binary reader (sfw)

Big male half-demon x reader  (Arzeran) (nsfw)

Male naga + male mongoose x reader (Jhinyu + Tavi) (sfw), short story continuation (sfw)

Chiaroscuro - a Hades and Persephone tale: Part One (sfw) Part Two (All chapters continued on Ao3)

Male orc (Lan) x reader (nsfw)

Male orc (Dragh) x female reader (nsfw)

Deaf male tiefling x female reader (sfw) Part Two (sfw)

Male scarred werewolf (Rhett) x female reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two, Part Three (nsfw), Part Four

Male minotaur x female reader *commission* (sfw + fluffy)

Female space pirate x female reader *commission* (nsfw)

Male minotaur x female reader (sfw and disgustingly fluffy)

Male gnoll (’Poodle), precursory drabble prompt (sfw)

Lich, no gender mentioned, monster’s POV - prompt “Housekeeper wanted; living or dead”. Sfw 

Male orc dom x female reader sub (sfw, early stages, meeting up and working it out) Part Two (sfw) *ko-fi commission* 

Homeless male merman (Leyil) x reader (sfw) Part Two (nsfw), Christmas Special (nsfw)

Non-binary trickster spirit x reader (sfw)

Poly male minotaur x male orc x female reader (nsfw)

Male dom orc (Bresz) x female sub reader (nsfw)

Male changeling/fae (Mhorrin) x male reader (nsfw)

Male orc (Dhurak) x reader (sfw)  *Starfall Springs*

Male tiefling (Killygren) x male reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male orc (Noah) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Female selkie (Bess) x female reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male merman (Connor) x male reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male octomer (Caspian) x reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male hermit crab mer (Leo) x reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male selkie (Dennek) x reader (very light nsfw) *Mermay*

Male each-uisge/sea kelpie (Rhion) x reader (sfw) *Mermay*

Mothman (Fitz) x male reader (sfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male vampire (Ruben) x trans male character (sfw) Part One, Part Two and a slight AU feel extract (reader insert, sfw)

Male white tiger rakshasa x female reader (sfw)

Male scarred fae (Winter) x female reader (Violet from Brenn’s story - see above) (nsfw)

Male samebito (sharkman) (Tai) x male reader (sfw)

Male centaur (Jaime) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male lizardfolk (Bik) x female reader (nsfw) (commission)

Male lich (Rhae) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male half-orc (Tamas) x male character (Josslyn) (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male orc (Arikh) x male human (nsfw, D/s) *Orctober*

Female orc (Rakasha) x male character (Virion) (nsfw)

Male ice orc (Reshi) x female reader (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male fae (Winter) x female character (sfw) *modern policeman AU for Winter!*

Mute male siren x female reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male Uruk-hai x reader (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male shadow/room monster (Lamorak) x female reader (nsfw)

Male werewolf (Lowe) x female reader (nsfw)

Male half-drow half-firbolg (Suléth) x reader (sfw)

Male alien (Tarann) x nb human (nsfw)

Male drider (Sarrigan) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male orc x female reader (v.light nsfw) *Patreon tier reward*

Male changeling Fae/forest monster (Dunnock) x female reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two

Female vampire x female hunter (sfw) *writing stream*

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Dragon Shifter Series - released weekly from 3rd January 2020

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen (final)

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Fae Realm Stories

Prince of the Court of Night x female reader *commission* (nsfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male winged shadowborne fae (Shaer) x female reader (nsfw) *commission* (long!)

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

Male triton Fae (Kaerio) x female character (sfw) *commission*

Winter Solstice *undergoing re-editing prior to full story release on Patreon* - a Court of Winter story, male fae x female character Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw)

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Footsteps in the Snow Masterlist (mlm Skyrim story)

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This was the very first request I got, from a dear friend on my other writing blog, the moment I put this one up. You know who you are, this one is for you, and I’m sorry it took me nearly a month to complete. 

Female reader x male dragon, nsfw. 

There had always been a dragon that lived in the mountain to the east of the small, prosperous town where you’d lived your whole life. People talked about it in the tavern, strangers came to try to hike up to see it, but no one ever came back alive. Whether there really was a dragon up there, eating anyone who dared disturb his rest, or whether the ascent up the mountain was simply too dangerous, no one knew, but the town’s economy thrived off it.

And so did you.

You loved dragons.

As a child you’d always dreamed of being the maiden captured by the dragon, and instead of being held captive by it, you talked with the dragon, and it would befriend you, keeping the self-absorbed princes and knights and noblemen away who dared to imagine you needed ‘rescuing’.

You’d rescue yourself anyway, thank you very much.

But one day when you’d outgrown the fairy tales that fuelled your curiosity as a child, you decided to go looking for something more tangible than ink on paper. Perhaps you’d spent too long listening to Old Cobb in the tavern, going on and on about the dragon and his hoard, and maybe you’d inhaled too much of his pipe-smoke, because you’d had some interesting dreams that night. It seemed your fantasies had grown up with you.

So, after breakfast, you set off for the mountain. It soon became evident why no one returned. It was clear that the ascent had killed a disturbing number of people. The path was ragged and uneven underfoot to start with, abominably steep in places, with rocky precipices to traverse along, and sheer rock-faces to climb. Once you’d passed the curtain-wall of rock, however, you found that the way wound up more gently through tall pines, eventually emerging at the bottom of a scree-slope, above which was the smoking entrance to the dragon’s lair.

No one in living memory had actually seen the dragon. Perhaps it was just the mouth of a semi-dormant volcano. Maybe undetectable noxious gases were what killed people. Shrugging, you decided you’d come that far, and made your way carefully to the top.

It took a while for your eyes to adjust to the plunging darkness inside, but when they did and your vision cleared, you gasped. Curled up on a rock at the back of the cave, illuminated by a shaft of sunlight from the cave roof, tail twitching sporadically, was indeed a dragon, fast asleep and breathing deeply and evenly. The breath entered and left its lungs like a set of blacksmith’s bellows.

A pebble rolled under your foot and skittered away across the smooth cave floor.

I got this anon asking for an alien who’s shy about his body around a female reader, and sort of ran with the idea. It’s set in the same universe as my other alien x unspecified gender reader, and references the species from that story briefly. 

Here’s 3000 or so words of nsfw alien x fem reader. I hope you enjoy!

You’d been assigned to the ship as a last minute replacement. You’d graduated top of your class only a week before landing the job, and your professor had got in touch to say there was an incredible opportunity for a recently-graduated student to fill in as a research assistant on the science ship, Arateos. Of course, you’d jumped at the chance, scraping together your few belongings from your life on Earth at the Alliance Academy, and hurtling onto a shuttle to take you to the ship before it left for the outer rim.

Your official Alliance role was research assistant to Dr. Er’Athien Xelarr, an Anjari with armour plating, four arms, and four eyes, and legs rather like a mantis’, only more muscular. Your unofficial role was to collect information on foreign life forms, to be added to the databases back on Earth.

Anjari were as varied in their behaviours as any other life you’d yet met in the Alliance. While everyone knew that Kharmorians were a belligerent, highly intelligent species, Anjari ranged from unpredictable berserkers to terrified hermits, and everything in between. You had no idea what to expect when you swiped your access key to the labs to report to him on your first day.

Er’Athien was standing behind his desk, a monocle over one of his enormous honey-coloured eyes, inspecting the blood red leaf of a plant you didn’t recognise.

He jumped when the doors hissed open, and opened his mouth in surprise. Actually, both of his mouths opened in surprise. All Anjari had a secondary mouth on their neck that looked more like a slash in the pale, sandy colour of their skin and chitinous plating, and which housed a number of sharp teeth and a long tongue. This mouth, you knew from your brief study of the species, was for feeding, while the other was for communication and breathing.

“Oh,” he said, using the primary mouth on his humanoid face to speak. His voice was dry and had a slight rattle, but it was rich and warm and made you think of driftwood fires and sun-warmed sand on summer evenings. “You must be my new assistant? Welcome, welcome. Do come in.”

He turned away from you and you noticed his right hand fluttering momentarily over the mouth on his neck as though he wanted to hide it. It was closed again now, and hardly noticeable, even as you drew nearer. His torso was long and humanoid, the lumps of his armour plating showing beneath the silky material of his Alliance uniform. His tunic was grey, as was yours, to denote your scientific interests. The rest of his insectoid body was not clothed.

You are walking through the shifting sands of the desert when you hear a sudden hiss behind you.  Expecting to be attacked by a snake, you quickly leap forward and turn around.