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🩷 Writing yandere/hybrid/monster x female darling.
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I was the one who asked for the cow hybrids at first, someone took my mosquito I think.. love when ppl do that, flourish my malarias
Speaking of which
Mosquito hybrid boyfriend w a normal girlfriend? 🥹
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Gotcha. I changed your anon to 🦟♥️🦟. It seems like 🦟 is a popular anon emoji. Anywayssss, hope you like it! This isn't my usual content, but I think I like it. Probably needs a part two to suit it better
Mosquito hybrid x Darling
Side note—Mosquito hybrids feed like a vampire. Obviously, that's not accurate, but I was feeling vampire vibes.
Mosquito hybrids are always looking for their own personal brand of heroin (if you know, you know, haha). When they pick up a scent that's so alluring, they can't help but follow it. It's like something takes over them; they can't think straight and can't help but follow the delicious trail.
When they find you at the end of the trail, the hybrid's excitement doubles. He has finally found his one, the one that they can't live without.
He tries to hide himself for as long as possible, following you as you navigate the streets. He wants to learn about you and what you are like. Will you be happy that he has finally found you? Will you accept him and come to live in his home? Or will you fight him? He doesn't mind either way; he'll have you one way or another.
He watches you as you approach a building. You disappear from his line of sight as you walk into the building. This must be where you live. Where he can find so many more things about you.
He hides the smirk on his face before entering the street; he wants to blend in as much as possible. He can still smell you; in fact, it's even stronger now. This is your home; why else would your smell be so strong?
He subtly looks for anyone in the street, making sure he won't bring any unnecessary attention to himself. Luckily, the street is quite quiet. He takes his opportunity while he can. His translucent wings beat, picking up his weight. He follows your scent, lingering once your scent is concentrated. Landing on the windowsill of your apartment, his heart flutters when the light turns on.
Now he can really catch what you look like. He admires your features, focusing on his favorite qualities. A faint smirk appears on his face as he watches you put down all of your stuff as you start to settle for the night.
You move around your studio apartment, unaware of what watches your every move. Your clothes fall down to the floor as you remove them. You don't even bother throwing them in the hamper before slipping into the bathroom.
The hybrid lets out a slight whine as you disappear into the bathroom, frustrated with arousal. He moves to your other window, almost frantically looking for you.
He spots your figure as you dip into the bath, the warm water easing your muscles. You're happy to have a quiet moment to yourself after a long day of dealing with customers.
"Oh, my sweet darling, there's no need to worry anymore." The hybrid says to himself, watching the tension leave your body. His heart aches for you; he wants to stay with you forever and make everything better.
He stays for quite some time, watching you while you relax in the bath. He tries his best to focus on learning about you, but it's just so hard to. His aroused cock begs for attention, but he knows it's too soon to approach you. For now, he resorts to playing with himself as he watches you. It'll have to do for now until he can finally have you.
Some time has passed since the night the hybrid found you, and he has watched you every single night. The hybrid knows everything he wants to know about you; he wants to make sure he'll take care of you well when you finally live with him.
He's yet to make himself known to you, but you know something is wrong. It feels like something is watching you nearly all the time. You figure it's because you've watched one too many true crime videos. So you brush it off, ignorant of the hybrid outside your window, who eats up everything you do.
You play off the day like normal, ignoring the pair of eyes you feel watching you. Maybe you're just stressed from your exhausting job. You ordered your favorite pick-me-up food and turned on a show you've meant to watch forever.
You had hoped these distractions would stop the creepy feeling, but it doesn't change anything. The feeling lingers in the air, making it thick, like you could choke on it.
You wonder if you should do anything about it, not paying attention to the show anymore. It's not like you have any definitive proof, so you couldn't call anyone about it.
It feels like your brain chases itself in circles, trying to figure out the puzzle. It's exhausting to feel like this all the time; it makes you feel like you have to be on alert.
The hybrid watches you stare off into space, your thoughts racing as you contemplate. A voice in the back of his head says that it is time. He has everything ready and prepared for you to join him. There is nothing to stop him from taking you back home.
He already knows the window is unlocked from a previous excursion into your apartment. He wanted to grab a couple of comfort items for the transition to you living with him.
It's tricky to open the window from the outside, but he manages to slide the frame without much noise. The cold air from outside enters the apartment, halting your thoughts.
Goosebumps form on your skin, either from the cold or the fear you feel. A man stands in front of the window, wings with black veins nearly as long as his body. His black eyes are bigger than a human's, making him look like an alien of sorts.
You don't know how to react as you stare at him. Dread fills your body; you were right—someone was watching you. "Don't worry, darling, I'm here to take care of you." He says in a low, quiet voice. The all-too-familiar smell of you enters his lungs as he breathes. It's just as addicting as he remembers.
The hybrid wants to dig his teeth into you, just for a taste, but he knows that it's too soon. He wants you to fear him, since your blood will taste sweeter. But he doesn't want you to be so scared that your blood goes bitter. He wants to keep you on edge, just enough that you'll trust him.
Your scent changes, turning bitter. He's scaring you too much. "Relax, okay?" He slowly moves closer to you, trying to seem less of a threat by sitting in front of you. "I'm not going to hurt you, darling." He remains calm, listening to see if your beating heart will slow.
"Have you been watching me all this time?" You barely let out; your throat feels tight with anxiety. The man before you terrifies you; he's got to be the one who's been watching you.
"Darling, I think you know that answer." He chuckles, a smirk on his face.
He just looks at you, letting the silence linger. You avoid eye contact with him, but you feel his eyes bore into you more than ever. It makes you uncomfortable.
"Why?" you ask. You planned on asking a question, but you cut yourself short, not wanting to upset the stranger.
"I figured you'd ask that sooner rather than later." He pauses a moment before he continues, "I caught your scent one night. I followed you because it was so enticing. It led me here. I couldn't stay away; I was so curious about you. And well, now I'm here."
You don't say anything, partly out of fear, partly because you collect all of this information.
"You can call me Rune, by the way. I already know your name, Y/n; no need to introduce yourself."
Your eyes bolted back to him at the mention of your name. How much does this guy know about you? Has he watched you longer than you've known of his presence?
Suddenly, the cushion beside you dips with weight. "Darling, relax. I promise I'm not the bad guy here." His arms snake around you, pulling you into his chest.
He hears your heartbeat increase, your scent turning bitter again. He holds you there until you start to relax, not letting you escape his arms when you try to fight back.
"See? I'm not going to hurt you, Y/n." He says once your scent turns sweet again. He pets your hair, an attempt to soothe you.
"Everything will be okay." He hears your heart rate keeps a steady pace, still higher than normal. You still don't trust him. The fact saddens him, but he has a plan, and he has to stick to it.
Running his hand over your hair one more time, he searches his pocket. His other arm stays firmly holding your upper body against him. As if you realize what is happening next, you try to push yourself away from him. But it's too late; a prick of a needle hits your neck.
On cue, your body slows down. It feels like the air around you is thick as you attempt to get away. But Rune continues to hold you, hoping to comfort you amidst your panic.
Luckily for him, the drug spread across your body faster because of your panic, turning you unconscious sooner rather than later.
"Now I can finally bring you home. You may hate me for a while, but you will learn that I can be good for you." He says, listening to your slow but steady heartbeat.
Currently writing a request from 🦟♥️🦟. Meanwhile, I have Minecraft running in the background, waiting for some turtles to hatch. The two-week Minecraft phase has me in a chokehold.
The zombie horde would be much gentler when reader is pregnant. Instead of rough touches, you get soft and gentle caresses. They couldn't risk hurting you when you are already in such a fragile state.
A sense of needing to protect reader from the outside world would double. If you thought you'd never had time alone before, good luck dealing with them now. Guards follow you everywhere; you aren't allowed outside. The rotation of the guards is frequent too; they want to make sure the guards are well and alert just in case.
There is one perk to being pregnant: Some of the zombies become your waitstaff. If you mention that the pillows that surround you are uncomfortable, they are immediately removed and replaced. Have a craving for a snack you haven't had in years? No worries, they already have it for you.
hey i run my own monster smut blog (i specialize in the undead) but idk how to get people reading. they liked it when it was on main but when i moved them to my side under an alias and tagged more and wrote a bit more descriptively they dont seem to care. any advice would be great!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe a shameless little plug? 🤣 of course only if you are comfortable with it.
One thing I have noticed is that consistency is key. I think people notice/look forward to your blog more if you are posting regularly. On my "main" blog, I noticed that after I did a challenge of posting three times a week for a month, there was a lot more interaction. Not just with likes, but reblogs and comments too.
If that isn't feasible for you, I'd recommend genuinely having fun posting things whenever you can. I didn't post on this blog for like three months, but meanwhile, I was somewhat irregularly posting on my "main" one. I was having health issues at the time, and it was putting a strain on my writing. I didn't realize this was a thing until I posted my most recent one. The process of writing that one was so fun and easy. I think people enjoyed it because I was having fun with the story. That, and my creativity was probably a bit better.
Also, I think it's a thing for people to like the familiarity of a blog. Creating a side might have detoured people a little because they aren't used to the new one. Buttttt, that being said, maybe you could repost your side blog smut on your main? I think this would work best if you have a good following.
Anyways, I wouldn't give up! I know sometimes I look to see how my posts are doing, and it gets confusing, why certain ones are more popular. Sometimes I just think it depends on the time of the post. Idk why my second post popped off the way it did. Still curious about that one lmao. Hope my Ted talk helped! Feel free to ask for clarification or anything! ❤️
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He thinks it's so cute that you are intimidated by him. To him, he's not the big bad wolf you see. But he uses it against you, to get you to listen to him.
Instead of bolting and acting on your instincts, he's convinced you it would be better to listen to him. You wouldn't want to trigger his instinct, wouldn't you?
So he makes you stay with him in his home, primarily his bedroom. Despite how much he scares you, he treats you pretty well. He brings you everything you need, comfort items, basic necessities, sometimes things for you to do.
But there's one catch in this, he gets to use you whenever he likes. He'll usually find you when he's just come home, when he needs to get out pent up energy.
"Darling, I need you to help me out." He opens the bedroom door, revealing himself. He's shirtles, nearly covered in sweat. There's some emotion that he tries to hide, you're too scared to figure it out right now.
You know the routine by now, you know what he likes. You automatically get on all fours, knowing how he likes you best like this. His hands grip your hips as he gets behind you. They squeeze your sides, exploring where even they'd please.
"You're so good to me. You just know how to make my day so much better." He presses himself onto you already hard. You wish to get this over with, you wiggle your ass a little, just to tempt him more.
"Oh, darling, don't worry, you don't have to wait long." You can hear the smirk on his face. Your his favorite plaything, so willing and timid. So easy to keep around to use, it makes him feel like the big bad wolf you make him out to be.
More Zombie x reader smut please? (+ neck bites as a bonus, thanks!)
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Zombie Horde Headcannons
TW: Reader is described as a Goddess, mentions of violence
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Zombie Horde who tries to keep you happy to serve as a host for their parasite. They will steal anything that you request, no matter who they have to go through. It's like they are programmed to fulfill your every desire. Except for you leaving them, of course, they couldn't survive without you.
Zombie Horde who feel like they are dying if they don't have direct contact with you for a long time. Fights break out amongst the horde, determining who gets the right to you. Sometimes they just can't handle that they don't get you, so they'll wait for their moment with you. Once they see their moment, they are on top of you, claiming you as theirs with an endless amount of hickeys.
Zombie Horde who forms a cult following around you, you serving as their Goddess. You have very little power compared to its members, but you serve as a goal to achieve so that the horde can grow. They even get people coming to them now to become one of them.
hi! i don't know if this counts (and i'm new to your page btw) but can you pls do a bigfoot x f reader smut?
Bigfoot Finds You Alone In The Woods
It totally counts. My apologies for the wait!
Tw: reader is paranoid and sleep-deprived, reader is kidnapped, non-con
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All your friends convinced you to go cryptid hunting with them. You weren't entirely opposed to it. It's not like you'd actually experience something out there. You just didn't have the energy to spend the night walking on trails in the middle of nowhere.
Yet, leave crunch beneath your feet, the yellow glow of the flashlight always staying a couple feet in front of you. You try not to nod off as you follow your friends, barely keeping it together with every step.
"Hey guys, let's just go home. You know we won't find anything out here, right? Cryptids aren't real." You tell your friends in front of you, refusing to take a step forward.
"Stop being such a mood killer. Everyone knows the government keeps these creatures a secret. That's why we have to find them ourselves." The leader of the friend group says, not even stopping to face you.
Your other friends look at you with sympathy, understanding how extra the other friend can be. "Hey, just walk back to the car. I brought a sleeping bag; just sleep in the back until we get back in the morning." Your friend tosses their keys at you, turning to catch up with the others afterwards.
Thankful for your one true good friend, you turn on the trail, making your way back towards the parking lot. Leaves crunch, and twigs snap under your feet. The wildlife is fairly quiet, but you feel their energy, making the woods feel too alive and dead at the same time.
A twig snaps behind you.
Stopping dead in your tracks, you wave the flashlight around, looking for the source of the noise. You only see the lifeless ground, leaves covering almost all of it.
You figure it's a part of your imagination. After all, you are just sleep-deprived. Best to hurry on to the car and catch up on all the sleep you can.
Continuing towards the car, you try not to let your sleep-deprived mind get ahead of you. You start hearing leaves crunching on the sides of the paths and twigs breaking here and there.
All the noises make you jumpy, your flashlight bolting to the source of each noise you hear. Yet you never see anything, not even a rabbit.
"We are almost to the car now. Let's just continue and stop being too flighty. It's the woods; of course, you aren't the only thing out here." You try to comfort yourself, but it doesn't ease your nerves.
A twig snaps. This time it's in front of you. You freeze out of fear, thinking something has officially been following you.
Darkness lingers past your flashlight's beam, yet it doesn't illuminate anything out of the ordinary. But you know that something lingers in the darkness.
Leaves crunch in front of you. The sound is closer than before. The ground starts to feel unsteady, with slight thumps vibrating through it.
The thumps get more prominent by the second. You are too scared to move, for fear you will give your presence away.
You stare into the darkness; as long as you keep looking towards it, it won't hurt you. But two glowing eyes appear just where the trees start to meet up.
Thump. Thump. The creature stops before you, just enough that you can distinguish its silhouette. Whatever this thing is, it's not human. It's easily double your size. It takes up the whole trail; small branches from the edge of the tree line bend and twist because of its size.
Your heart beats a mile a second in utter fear of the creature before you. Was it following you this whole time? You weren't actually crazy hearing all of those noises?
The creature's hairy arm reaches down to the flashlight, interrupting your flow of thoughts. Its palm covers the light, their fingers wrapping around the sides, nearly reaching your fingertips.
You feel their muscles flex through the flashlight; it barely stands a chance against the weight before the glass and plastic break. Various parts of it fall to the ground, leaving you in total darkness.
Suddenly, you feel the creature's hands on your arms. You pull back from them, wishing you were out of this situation. But your efforts don't even matter with their size; you are still very much within their reach.
Your adrenaline heightens, giving you the energy to run. You turn to take off away from the creature, but it's like it expected this. They step forward, thump, thump. Their arms come around you, like a terrible bear hug. They effortlessly lift you from the ground.
Screams leave your mouth, hoping to warn your friends. You kick your legs against them, but it doesn't even seem to irritate them. Their heavy footsteps make their way through the woods; they don't bother with the trail anymore.
The creature must be annoyed at your screams; it uses one arm to hold you, the other roughly covers your mouth and jaw, locking it in place. The only sounds that you can hear now are the creature's hard breathing and twigs and leaves breaking under its feet.
Seconds or minutes pass by; you can't really tell. You have no idea how far you have traveled when the creature starts tearing your clothes off you, not even letting you go.
Once your body is fully exposed to the cold air, he finally turns you to face him. You don't even understand what's happening until it's too late.
The creature shoves his penis into you, making you screech in pain. He stretches you out, causing unimaginable sensations. He doesn't care how you feel. This is about him enjoying his new prize that he caught.
He pulls himself out of you before he starts thrusting. He doesn't care about your cries and whimpers; this is all for him. His fingers grip your hips as if you could get away from him.
You know there is no chance of escape, yet you put up a fight anyway. You grab handfuls of his hair, pulling it to fight back. He either doesn't notice or care; his cock continues thrusting in and out of you, his breathing getting harder as time moves on.
"You are a really sick fuck! Let me go!" You are overwhelmed with everything: fear, uncertainty, and why this creature is so interested in you.
Deep guttural noises come from his chest as you shout for help; it scares you just enough to quiet your protests. He must be fond of your fear of him; a satisfied "hm" leaves him.
Grunts follow the "hm", the creatures thrusts get slightly more frantic. His fingers dig into your sides, digging into your sides. With one final thrust, he rests himself deep inside of you. You feel his cock throbbing inside of you, liquid pooling inside you with each throb.
The creature's breathing slows, but he doesn't let you go. He's happy to have a new toy around, something that he can enjoy in his free time.
He's already coming up with ways to keep you with him forever. He's been rather lonely for years, but now he has you. He's not quite ready to let you go yet.
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Happy pride month everyone! I'm about halfway done with a request, I'm hoping to post it maybe later tonight or tomorrow. I have one last request from 🦟 that I'm working on after that. Other than I have no more requests, and I'm kinda short ideas. Soooo gimme your ideas? 👀 Hoping on getting on a consistent writing schedule!
Hello idk if your open for request and I just saw the minotaur with hybrid cow darling and I LOVED IT, but I thought of something funny(and spicy).
Maybe vechur cow!hybrid darling(its dwarf cow that nearly went extinct in 1980s) with minotaurs.
just imagine their reaction, they all expect a cow hybrid height be near their chest area or stomach area, but see darling THIS small, basically darling is petite.
(Sorry if looks long just love minotaur, they happened to be my favorite monster)
I love this idea! Requests are open, so you are all good.
Tw: BIG size difference, power imbalance, kidnapping, dubcon/noncon, soaking mention
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After getting unloaded from the truck, you feel all eyes on you. You've expected these looks, but you never expected the others to be wary of you. The other bulls look at you like they are figuring you out, whether or not you are meant to be in the same pen as them. Before they can even make a decision, someone behind you grabs you.
You are lifted into the air, higher than you ever have been. The arms around you are nothing compared to yours: thick and bulging muscles. You don't even try to fight against him as he carries you away; based on how high you are, the one who carries you has some height on the others.
After some time walking through the field, you find yourself being placed down in a corner. The bull that stands before you is so much bigger than you that you have to take a step back to really catch a full glimpse of him. He’s muscle on top of muscle; there’s no way you stand a chance against him.
“You don’t really stand a chance, don’t you?” He smirks, looking down at you, his horns peeking out from the sides of his head. When you stutter out a quick response, his smirk grows even more.
“I assume the farmer paid a lot of money for you. No wonder he set you in a pen full of bulls. He wanted you to be bred.” He chuckles.
“Let’s get started; don’t want to disappoint the farmer.” He reaches down to you, picking you up again. It’s easy for him to hold you while he fucks you. It’s like you are his personal fuck toy. Soon, he gets a strap to hold you against him so he can always be inside you.
When you whine about it being too much, he tells you, “I’m just doing my job, you need to have calves, and I’m the best for the job.” The other bulls in the pen are jealous that they didn’t act faster, watching you two with envy.
Sleep deprived you had a very good idea (maybe I’m biased) but for rested you, there’s absolutely no pressure to do that. Side note. Cat hybrids would have those textured tongues too omfggggg
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Yassssss queen. Definitely an idea! Sorry for taking forever; haven't been feeling well recently. Still planning on writing your idea.
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