Things are about to get Thorny

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[agardenofmonsters]

Fae BF | Pollux | Part 2

TransMasc Reader x Masc Fae Boyfriend

You x He/Him

Yay you get to meet my new  character who I absolutely adore <3 hope you like him too!

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The world seems to tilt. The sky shimmers.

You back away from the Fae until your back hits a tree. Looking at your hands, you could almost feel the manacles clamping onto your wrists.

“Don’t act so upset,” the Fae calls. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“My whole life…” you whisper frantically. “I’ve been trapped by a name that wasn’t mine...and now that I have my proper name...I am trapped yet again!”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he says unsympathetically. “Life is what you make of it….now look alive.”

You snap to attention, feeling a little dizzy. His hand is outstretched.

“Come to me, pet.”

Your body straightens and starts walking over to the Fae.

You hate how natural it feels to obey him.

You pause as you reach him, and you watch your hand lift and place itself onto Pollux’s. He takes your hand and leans down to kiss it, sending a surge of goosebumps up your arm.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He grips your hand a little tighter. And like he did earlier, he takes you quickly through the meadow towards the monolithic rock formation like you’re fast forwarding through a movie. He uses the stone as a staircase, but his feet keep stepping even though he runs off the top of it. Despite not being able to see any of the crystal-clear steps, Pollux does not stumble, and neither do you. 

Only when you’re a couple stories up do the steps level out onto a platform. Pollux slows down and looks at you with bright, shining eyes.

“Now remember,” he taunts with a shit-eating grin. “Be on your best behavior! Don’t want any Fae to get mad at you….Trust me.”

You don’t respond.

“Alright, let’s go!” He says cheerfully, turning you around so he’s behind you. He plants a hand on your back and pushes you forward.

It’s like walking in the air, except the treetops poke through the crystalline floor. Soft, fluffy pink clouds furnish the space, billowing in giant mounds and spanning across the ground. Tree branches poke up out of the ground like flowers.

Everything was dusted with sparkles...or at least that was how everything looked.

Pollux pushes you towards the middle of two rows of booths, each with its own sets of fairies talking amongst each other in this little marketplace.

But the romantic air of the environment starts dropping in pieces as each group of Fae realize that you are there.

Then they all just stare. With their big gemstone eyes.

They would be beautiful if you weren’t completely angry or terrified.

You see now where Pollux is taking you—a giant stone obelisk stands proud at the end of the marketplace in a large clearing, and at the bottom of it is an extremely tall Fae with a crown on his head giving instruction to two smaller Fae.

“Pollux, Pollux!” you murmur urgently to him.

He ignores you.

“Ohhhh Aubergine!” Pollux yells in a sing-song fashion. “Guess what I found!”

He gives you a hard push and this time you fall to your knees. The tall Fae pinches the bridge of his nose before turning to actually look at Pollux. His gaze then falls upon you and your stomach knots with anxiety; he is breathtakingly beautiful. His ice blue eyes are accentuated by his dark purple skin, and his hair is a beautiful silvery white. You scramble to stand under his intimidating gaze, but his countenance shows no emotion.

He looks back at Pollux, cool demeanor turning icy: “What have you done?”

“Saving this poor human from the woods, obviously,” he replies, unfazed by Aubergine’s chastising.

“You know the consequences of interfering with the mortal realm, and yet you refuse to take heed of the warnings.”

Pollux rolls his eyes: “Don’t be so dramatic. I found this one alone, miles from society.”

“I don’t care for your attitude, Pollux. You have stolen a human from their home to which they can no longer return. Have you no sympathy?”

Pollux’s wings flutter angrily: “You’re just jealous that I caught one.”

“I have no need for jealousy—I just want you to understand the gravity of your actions.”

Aubergine turns to you: “On behalf of the Fae realm, I apologize for the actions of Pollux and what it has led to.”

Before you can say anything, Pollux grabs your arm and starts dragging you away from the Fae, muttering angrily under his breath.

“I’ll show him…”

“Ouch, Pollux,” you say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “You’re hurting me.”

Pollux halts and lets go of you: “I’m sorry....he just really gets under my skin.”

“Who is he?”

“Prince Aubergine of the Fae realm. He basically just makes sure everything runs smoothly...and that rules are followed absolutely.”

“Oh, yeah I noticed his crown.”

He looks at you with a smirk: “He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he?”

You feel your cheeks get red: “I mean sure but it’s like...whatever!”

Pollux pinches your cheek: “I’m just playing with ya, don’t worry. Come on, I’m gonna show you my place.”

You follow him to a facade of white marble columns draped in luminescent fabrics. You take the large marble stairs up to a wall of drapes. Pollux parts the wall and gestures you inside with a highfalutin smile.

The inside is a large room with white marble flooring, gossamer fabrics billowing in the breeze at the outer borders. Some expensive-looking sofas sit near the middle of the room as what could be an elegant area for hosting, and a large bed waits at the very back, dressed in red linens. It was a bedroom fit for a king; and you get the strongest feeling that you don’t belong here.

Pollux is looking at you with a searching expression, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

You go up to a sofa almost in a trance and lay your hand on it, feeling the smoothness.

“Wow,” you whisper.

“What was that?” Pollux says, appearing suddenly behind you and making you jump.

You put a hand on your chest to slow your heart: “It’s amazing—what else do you want me to say?”

Pollux puts his hands on your hips and moves in close: “My bed’s pretty great too.”

Your heart jumps to your throat and you instinctively put your hands up between you two: “I’m sure it is, but it’s a no from me.”

Pollux sighs and releases you: “One day, pretty thing. One day.”

“I highly doubt that,” you mutter.

Pollux then flies over the seating area to plop down onto his bed. He stretches loudly and then turns to you.

“Very well, very well. Fetch me some food then.”

You feel your body engaging under his control but are confused: “Where do I even get food?”

“The booths near the entrance, darling. Someone will help you—oh! But first,” he says flying to the cabinets behind the sofas. “Let’s get you out of those clothes!”

He pulls out a pair of pants with an elastic-like waistband and leg cuffs: “These should fit you well.”

“I don’t need to change my clothes—”

“It’ll be fine; it’ll help you fit in better.”

“I doubt that,” you mutter under your breath.

He gives you a stack of clothes and crosses his arms, looking at you expectantly.

“Fine, I’ll wear them, but you can’t watch,” you demand.

“Alright, alright,” he says holding up his hands appeasingly. “I’ll go...here.”

He then goes to his bed and throws the covers over his head so there’s only his feet showing.

“Is this alright with you?” He asks, voice muffled from the sheets.

You don’t answer him and instead just start getting dressed. You pause for a breath because you don’t know what to do about your binder, but in the end you just decide to leave it on. 

You look over at the lump of sheets where Pollux is hiding and shake your head confusedly. For a Fae who could do anything he wanted with you, he certainly doesn’t as much as he could. And for a second, you are almost grateful.

“Okay,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “I’m done.”

He sits up, sheets ruffling up his hair: “Well now, you look fantastic.”

Standing there, clutching yourself self-consciously while dressed in foreign clothes, you most certainly do not feel that way.

“Now, go get me some food, and be snappy!” He commands lightly.

You straighten up and leave the room without another word, wandering the path where you had been dragged by Pollux—and notice someone coming towards you.

Prince Aubergine.

Heat rises in your cheeks and you clutch your arms in reaction.

Just relax it’s fine, you’ve done nothing wrong…………….right?

You wonder whether to ignore him or give him a nod in deference and decide to go with the latter.

He watches you with icy, unrevealing eyes, but passes by you without saying anything.

You feel your blood pumping to your ears and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Alright, it’s over….now where do I get food?

Reaching the clearing where the booths were located, you are again met with stares.

“Uh—um. Pollux requested food. Is this where I can get some?”

After a beat, a kind fairy with dark skin and bright yellow eyes fetches a plate full of various fruits from one of the booths.

“This’ll do fine, hun. Pollux isn’t picky when it comes to food,” she says warmly.

“Th-thank you very much!” you sputter, taking the extravagant tray of food. You look around quickly and then do a quick bow as you rush away with your quarry.

On the way back you have more time to inspect the plate in all its glory: fruits with lustre and golden skin adorned the plate like a display fit for royalty. You are tempted to eat one, just to see what it would be like, but you remember the tales and decide against it.

I guess the Fae really do live in luxury. 

As you approach the front with the plate, you hear two voices speaking in a repressed passion.

“I knew you couldn’t stand being away from me,” says Pollux.

“Of course I care about you, how could I not?” says the second.

“You only care about getting some, and I’d be okay with that if you didn’t treat me like I’m a fool when we’re not being intimate.”

“There are rules to be followed and you treat that as if they’re mere suggestions!”

“See, just admit you love controlling me more than you love me and get it over with.”

You trip.

On one of the curtains.

Fruit goes everywhere.

But you see.

Pollux.

And...Prince Aubergine.

Looking up from where you are on the ground, you scramble up, sputtering apologies.

Pollux storms over to you, face unreadable. He takes you…….and dips you, pressing a kiss on your lips. Pulling you back up on your feet and leaving you bewildered.

But the look.

On the Prince’s face.

It barely cracked the surface, but you saw it.

Heat.

Heat in those icy blue eyes.

What does it mean?

Pollux picks up a glittering pear that lay on the ground next to his feet, he brushes it off on his clothes, and takes a bite, juice dripping down his chin.

“Still tastes good to me,” he says cheerfully, laying an elbow on your shoulder as if the whole interaction never happened.

The Prince sighs, shaking his head, and leaves, stepping around the scattered fruit. Pollux eyes him the whole way, not even trying to be clandestine.

Before he exits he looks at Pollux: “We’re not done talking.”

[agardenofmonsters]

Dream Eater | Unnamed | NSFW

Unclassified Reader x Nonbinary Monster

You x It

I imagine this monster as a variation of wild-mutt from the Ben10 series except smoother, pinker, and with a tail and sharper teeth.

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Another night of nightmares.

You awaken with a gasp, sitting up fast.

There is sweat on your brow.

Wipe it off with the back of your hand.

You go get some milk from the fridge despite being exhausted.

Milk’s supposed to help, right?

Maybe the 64th time will work.

You gulp down the milk and head back to bed.

“You’re safe now,” you tell yourself.

You’re safe now.

The next day. 

Your eyes are black and dry.

Coworker asks if you’re okay.

Yeah.

Sure.

You set the soup cans upside-down.

The next day...Another round of nightmares.

Yet you go to work.

You put a gallon of sugar in your coffee.

Coworker: has something for you.

A trinket.

On a string.

Thanks?

Coworker: supposed to give you good dreams.

They saw it in a little curio shop.

Smile.

Thanks.

That night.

You place the little trinket on your bedside table and close your eyes.

And dream of candy.

Sweet, sugary, mouth-watering desserts and treats.

You could almost taste it.

Morning.

You wake up well-rested. For the first time in what feels like months. Your eyes are no longer dark and dry. Your head is clear and your mouth is...sticky?

Sticky.

You lick your lips.

It tastes of lollipops.

You frown. 

You wash off your face with a washcloth but can’t help but notice the red stain on your lips.

At work.

Your coworker is pleased to hear your night’s sleep.

You don’t mention the sweetness on your tongue.

The next night.

You brush your teeth while staring at the little figurine. You pick it up and it smiles back at you with sharp teeth.

This is the thing that’s supposed to prevent nightmares? More like give you nightmares.

Nevertheless, you leave it on your bedside table.

And you dream of eating sweets. Cupcakes, doughnuts, chocolate eclairs….they melt in your mouth. Then your naked body is bathed in warm chocolate, covering you from head to toe. You swim up and gasp for air but realize you are not drowning. You are in a pool of chocolate now. You tip-toe your way to the edge and find an under-chocolate ledge where you rest.

Sticking your arm out of the brownie batter, you lick your finger. And then your thumb. And then the back of your hand. And you keep going until your hands have been cleaned of chocolate. 

You hardly noticed the licking at your feet. But then you stopped.

And felt it 

Lick

Lick

Lick up your leg.

You pull away just from surprise, but even as it grabs ahold of your leg to keep you there, you are not afraid.

A face emerges.

And you wake up.

But not without one line of dialogue:

You taste better than the chocolate.

What just happened?

You look around yourself, half-expecting to still be bathing in chocolate. You stretch out your arms in front of you; no chocolate.

You’re grateful you didn’t wake up covered in the stuff, but you’re a little weirded out by the dream; you haven’t had a sexual dream like that in...well you’ve never!

You wonder what your subconscious is trying to tell you, but then you look over at the little figurine.

It smiles at you knowingly.

“What is your deal!” you demand. “What’s with the sexy dream?”

But it only smiles.

“You’re lucky sexy dreams are better than nightmares or you’d be outta here!” you tell it.

It smiles.

“Uhh, I have to get to work now.”

You get up and go to work.

At the employee meeting, your coworker asks what you’ve got on your face.

It was chocolate.

“I can’t keep doing this...the dreams are getting too real,” you say to yourself.

“....but I can’t go back to having sleepless nights again. I can’t keep getting nightmares.”

“But what if I get in over my head with these dreams? I can’t control them, right?”

“I guess I haven’t tried.”

That night you fall asleep with determination.

And find yourself in a bed of flowers, soft and plush.

You must be in some kind of forest or jungle you gather from looking around at all the trees.

But you find yourself drifting off, enjoying the bed that seemed to be made just for you.

The breeze sends goosebumps up your arms and the grass tickles your feet. There is a warmth from your heart that spreads to your extremities.

There is a creature licking at your thighs and it feels so soothing.

Wait.

The creature begins to crawl over you, it’s pink in color but has no eyes or nose.

wAIT.

It’s teeth are sharp.

WAIT!

You throw up a leg and kick it in the jaw.

You’re awake.

And there’s something at the end of your bed.

It’s the creature.

“Darling,” it says seductively. “You’re awake before I could finish.”

“You were….touching me….how violating!”

“Now, now, now, I wasn’t doing anything you didn’t want; didn’t my tongue make you quiver?” it says with a laugh.

It starts to crawl back over you, this time trapping your legs under your sheets.

“I…” 

You don’t know what to say. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

It clutches your face with its clawed hand and makes you look at it.

“Say, why don’t we finish that sweet, sweet dream of yours?” It purrs.

In a wave of emotion, you shove your nightstand on a whim, sending the figurine flying.

There’s a clatter.

“Ow,” says the monster, grasping his head with his hand.

Connecting the two pieces together, you scramble out of bed and grab the figurine.

“This is you, isn’t it?”

“It’s my totem, yes. It summons me.”

You wonder if your coworker knew that.

“What are you?”

“What a rude question,” says the monster, laying down on your bed. “I’m a dream-eater.”

“Dream-eater…”

“I go where my totem is placed—most recent stint was a very long stay at an old curio shop—and I eat the nightmares of the person dreaming them.”

“But you must do more than just eat them if I’m eating chocolate in my sleep.”

It pauses, then says with a laugh: “Good dreams replace bad ones, but I do, yes...influence dreams if I’m hungry enough.”

You look down at the little figurine in your fingers.

“You made my nightmares go away….” you whisper longingly.

“I understand if you want me to leave,” the dream-eater says, getting off your bed and starting to crawl past you, turning translucent as he does. “No one wants a monster watching over them at night.”

“Well you did a little more than watch over me but,” you mumble before shouting. “Hey! Don’t go!”

It looks back over its shoulder.

“I’d at least like to know my dates before I do them,” you say sheepishly, clutching your arm.

There’s a low rumble in its throat of pure delight. You get up and run to your bed, dream-eater bounding behind you to catch up.

“Let’s get these clothes off,” it says, breathing heavily as it pulls off your pants and then quickly thereafter your shirt. “I’m ready to make your dreams come true.”

Goosebumps flare throughout your body as his tongue rolls out of his mouth...all 15 inches.

“What?” he says, reading the shock on your face. “Never seen something this big before? I’m honored.”

He takes your shoulders and turns you away from him, pushing you forward so you’re bent over and your ass is up.

“Now what to do with it is the question….”

You feel two clawed hands clasp your butt and heavy breathing in between your legs. You gasp as it drags its textured tongue up, up, up and then does it again, again, again, driving you to clutch your sheets tightly.

“Well, now that we’ve loosened everything up….we can get to the main event,” he snickers, dragging a claw down your spine gently, letting it continue until it reaches its designated location.

You hear a soft sound of a schlick and something pressing up against your entrance.

“Don’t struggle,” it says with a laugh.

Before you can respond, it grabs your waist and rams you again, again, again. Non-stop filling you up and leaving you empty.

It was exceptional.

You swallow the drool that was flooding your mouth and start breathing heavily, desperate for a resolution.

“You know,” he coos, slowing down his thrusts to achingly slow ones. “If you were dreaming, we’d be in a field of flowers...or drenched in chocolate….”

He holds it in.

“Or whatever you prefer.”

He thrusts hard once more, and you feel yourself crumble like a cookie.

“Oh my goddess—!”

Your orgasm causes you to undulate, pleasure rising and falling like waves in a storm.

But your partner isn’t done yet.

It continues to thrust despite your parts being overly-sensitive after orgasming.

But it still feels so goddamn good.

It gets faster and faster until you hear a guttural grunt and feel your insides being squirted with cum.

It pulls out and you turn to face it.

“Well I’ll say that wasn’t so—oh my goddess!”

You spy the smear of black liquid on your sheets.

“What the hell is that!?”

It snickers: “My seed, what else?”

“That is not what….is it gonna stain my sheets!?” you start incredulously.

It shrugs. Then smiles a shit-eating grin.

“Ugh,” you grumble, looking around at yourself in the sheets. “Okay, next time we’re using a towel.”

“Next time?” it asks. “So you did enjoy it.”

It slowly crawls toward you on the bed.

“Well, I mean, I guess it wasn’t—”

Its face is next to yours.

It whispers in your ear: “Now, was that worth kicking me in the jaw?”

“One thousand percent.”

It lets its tongue roll out down your chest, slowly tracing it back up into its mouth.

“I’ll get you back for that soon enough.”

“Fucking me raw wasn’t the plan?”

It laughs in a breathy way: “Not quite: I have something better planned.”

“Anything you’d like to share?”

“Let’s just say...you’ll taste even better in my realm.”

It slinks down off the bed, showing off its whole body. It walks away, becoming more and more transparent as it does.

“Hey!” you yell.

But it is gone.

[agardenofmonsters]

Slime SO | Unnamed | NSFW

CisFem Reader x Genderless Slime SO

You x It/Its

Warnings: swearing, sexual behavior

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You know...that website did look pretty sketchy…

You stand there holding your new tub of slime in your living room. Freshly unpackaged, the radioactive green goo is bright and clean.

You draw a little shape on top and watch as it reforms to a smooth top.

How odd.

You stick your hand in, feeling the soft texture as it easily bends and contorts around your fingertips.

And suddenly, it crawls up your arm, clutching at your forearm, halfway out of its tub. You jump back and start swinging your arm frantically, trying to get it off of you.

But it only climbs further. And the amount of goo seems to grow as it climbs, like a magician with ribbons.

You hold your arm out far----as if you were going to amputate it.

And then you back into your sofa, flinging yourself over and crashing onto the cushions, your face nearly hitting the floor.

There’s a coolness on your shoulders and back as you try to reorient yourself. You turn from your helter-skelter position to see more slime. As you try to wiggle away, a gentle force palms you onto your couch and backs away from you, looking as concerned as a green blob could. You come to the realization that the green-ness in front of you kept you from hitting your head on the floor.

“Y-You’re alive!” you say to it.

It’s green body shudders away a little more.

“N-no, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you explain, righting yourself on the couch.

It appears to understand you, as it seems to right itself into an alert, erect position.

“I really wasn’t expecting that,” you mutter under your breath.

A pregnant pause. Then, you speak:

“Do you---Do you have a name?”

It tilts his make-shift head and then shakes it, an odd motion for a space of slime to make.

“It’s okay if you don’t have one! Maybe we can come up with one or-----”

It oscillates sporadically.

“------or we don’t have to! That’s fine too,” you quickly add on. “I just want to...know more about you.”

It pauses for a moment and then slowly starts putting out an arm-like appendage. A little hesitant at first, you reach a hand out as well. And your hand is gently encased in this slime creature’s. It feels smooth and sleek like glass and is cool to the touch, not slimy or messy like you expected. You find yourself giving it your other hand----which it accepts----and let it be encased as well.

You then feel a tickle as you feel it start to go under your shirt sleeves.

“Oh I-----”

The temperature starts to turn warm as you begin to voice your rebuttal, and you stop yourself. The goo continues to travel up your arms and down your chest, feeling it run across your breasts and down to your belly. Your new companion completely covers you now. You lie back against your couch to take it in. Like a bodysuit of slime you lie there, oddly in bliss. Your companion reaches up past your neck to hold your face as if it were a pair of hands. You gasp as one tendril brushes against your lips, the sensations of it all almost overwhelming. You almost feel naked under this mess.

And you might as well be naked, as your companion runs across your vagina and starts to venture further. You go to make another cry of protest but bite your lip pleasurably as it starts to circle your bud. Soon your second entrance is filled with smooth, warm matter. You hear a soft sucking noise as the first tendril begins to thread you like a needle. You cry out, but your partner continues to undulate at your pelvis. You feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as the slime sucks at your clitoris.

It

Comes In.

Waves until.

You come, shivering with sensation.

When your body relaxes into a blissful ease, your companion retreats slowly, revealing a lot more volume than before.

“Are you bigger now?” you ask confusedly.

It shrinks back down to the size it was before and then returns to its enlarged size.

“Okay, so you’re not feeding off of me, phew! Glad that’s cleared up,” you joke.

You look down at yourself and realize you are completely naked.

“Heeyyyy!”

You gesture to your naked body fervently.

It bubbles for a second and then spits your clothes out at you.

“Thank you very much!” you say haughtily, grabbing your bra and putting it on.

You pull up your panties: “You know, we’re gonna have to figure this shit out.”

It stares.

“What we’re going to do with you,” you say, pulling on your pants. “Because I don’t know how to care for a slime monster.”

It wobbles back and forth a little.

“I don’t know what that means, but we’ll get there.”

You pull on your shirt: “Oh, and by the way….”

You gesture to you and it.

“We’re never ever ever ever EVER gonna not do that again.”

[agardenofmonsters]

Jersey Devil SO | Unnamed

Unspecified Reader x Genderless Jersey Devil SO

It’s a chilly night in November as you take your horse around the perimeter of your property. You do this every night without fail...Hardly ever has anything been out of place, warranting you to seek help. You’re enjoying the cool air in your lungs and a bright moon when your horse screeches to a halt, catching you off guard.

“Oof! Renegade, forward!” you command your horse, digging in your heels. “Why have you stopped?”

You then get the heavy whiff of the sharp scent of blood.

“Oh my,” you start. “Well, let’s see now.”

You dismount your horse, grabbing your cane and cautiously start poking at the ground in front of Renegade. You hear something heavily breathe out and then shakily inhaling. Your cane finds the roadblock----something alive...but only just.

“Hello?” you ask. “Can you hear me?”

You hear a quicker exhale as if in response.

“Alright, you’re obviously in serious condition. I’ll go back to my hostel and we can call for help.”

Something pulls your cane toward the body, dragging you almost off balance.

“No…..” It hisses weakly.

“We need to get you some help----”

It pulls you closer still, incredibly strong even in its weakened state: “No...people.”

“Alright then,” you submit. “You have my word...But I’m still taking you to the barn to patch you up, and that’s final.”

It releases your cane….And with just shaky, shallow breathing in response, you gently lead your horse to kneel down beside it----your horse pleasantly calm despite the blood. You reach down to the body and gently pat it to find its shoulder----glad to have found a shoulder at all. Taking the arm carefully, you put it over your shoulders and prepare to lift.

“On the count of three, we’re going to move you onto Renegade----my horse----and I’ll bandage you up at the barn.”

It grumbles at you, which you take as an affirmative.

“Okay, ready? One...Two...Three!”

As you heave the body onto your horse, a ghastly shout comes from your quarry. But it’s on your saddle now, draped over like dead meat.

“Alright, great work, now it’ll just be a few minutes,” you tell it. 

It sighs slightly in response.

“You hold on, now,” you whisper commandingly before turning to Renegade. “To the barn.”

With one hand on Renegade’s shoulder, you start back to the barn. The way back is different on foot, as you rarely come out to the perimeter without a horse, but perhaps due to your stubborn determination, you make it back without tripping.

You lead your horse to the empty stable and have him kneel down once more, making sure there is enough hay on the ground to cushion the floor. You rush to the emergency kit you tap every morning before going in and bring it to the stable.

“Okay, we’re gonna roll you back onto the ground, it’ll be a lot softer than out there.”

With nothing but weak breathing in response, you count again: “On three: one, two, three!”

Another ghastly roar erupts from your patient, but you feel him on the floor where you can more easily bandage him.

“I’m sorry you’re in such pain,” you sputter, trying not to tear up. “We’re gonna get you better now.”

You open the kit and feel the soft rolls of bandages under your fingers.

“Where is it the worst?”

Something grabs your hand and places it on a surface that you imagine to be an extremely large human chest, only sticky with blood. You tenderly tap the outlines of the gashes and begin to wrap the chest in the soft material, having to lift the body to wrap around his back. After using all four rolls of gauze, you ask for his help again.

“What’s next?”

The opposite shoulder is what your hands are placed on next. And out of gauze, you decide to improvise, grabbing some towels from under the bench. You knot one tightly around the shoulder, causing another gasp of anguish.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you say, flustered with urgency. “What’s next?”

“That….all….” it breathes shakily.

You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the nerves: “Almost.”

You exit the barn briefly and turn on the spigot just a few steps to the right of the barn entrance and scrub your arms, trying to get at least some of the blood off. Then, you grab a bucket next to the trough of water in front of Renegade’s stable and scoop some to bring back to your patient. You take one of the clean towels and dunk it in the water.

“Let’s get you some water, hun.”

You go to clutch the face of the person you just rescued, but what you feel isn’t as expected. What you imagined as soft flesh is instead hard and dry like bone.

You gasp softly and retreat your hand, only for your wrist to be grabbed and held fast.

“You’ve done enough,” rasps the voice. “Now leave or suffer the consequences!”

Shock is replaced by anger as you rip your hand out of the creature’s grasp.

“Now look here,” you start bitterly. “I don’t care what you are or what happened, but this is my barn and my property and I’ll be damned if someone tells me what to do on it!”

You get up with a huff and turn towards Renegade----who’s been pleasant as a summer’s day the whole time you’ve spent trying to help this….thing----and lead your horse back to its own stable, undoing the saddle and taking off the reins as you’ve done thousands of times, only this time trying to cool down from an interaction between you and some...thing.

It’s quiet as you throw the reins on the hook and toss the saddle over its holster. You go put your hand out for Renegade to nuzzle it and he does. Sighing, you turn to exit the barn.

“So now you’re just going to leave?” It hisses at you.

With a hand on the barn door, you back off slightly, sighing again.

“What do you want, a nanny?” you ask sarcastically, turning towards the empty stable. “I’m ready to go to bed.”

“I could die in the middle of the night,” it hisses. “Don’t you want to be here when that happens?”

“If I wanted you dead I would have left you back on the dirt road!” you spit back, anger rising in your throat, but only briefly. “You’re going to be just fine...now it’s time for you to rest.”

You hear soft grumbling and the shuffling of hay.

“And besides…” you continue, putting yourself in front of the creature and leaning down, eyes squinting with suspicion. “I’ll actually be able to see you in the morning.”

You straighten your posture and head back to the door.

“If you need anything...just ask Renegade,” you say with a hint of humor before exiting the barn quietly, setting the lock.

You inhale purposely, feeling the cool air of autumn in your lungs before breathing out a cloud.

“What a night.”

[agardenofmonsters]

Fae BF | Pollux

TransMale Reader x Masculine Fae Boyfriend

You x He/Him

SFW

...

You decided to be the better person and walk away from it all.

And so you did.

For hours you headed straight through the forest, following no path. Each step farther away from there was more intoxicating than the last.

When you came across him, it was almost like a dream: wandering through the silence of uninterrupted woods for a few hours made the world feel a little tenuous. Away from people, away from reality...so it seemed.

He had wings.

Not many people you knew had wings.

Or eyes like glittering opalite crystals.

He sat cross-legged on a large stump, preoccupied with a bouquet he held in his hands. The natural light through the treetops cast his profile in a silhouette, yet his iridescent wings and fiery red hair lit up with colorful splendor.

You stopped as soon as you saw him, the first time you stopped walking in hours. As soon as you do, the fae makes eye contact with you. He looks at you curiously for a while, and then turns to face you, setting down the bundle of flowers he held in his lap.

“It’s certainly been a while since we’ve had humans walking through these parts...practically ages,” he says to you with an air of mischief. “How’d you find yourself all the way out here? Are you lost?”

“No,” you say reflexively. “Sorry to bother you, I’m just passing through.”

“Maybe I can help,” he says, pushing off the stump and walking toward you, getting a little too close for comfort. “What’s your name?”

A chill runs down your neck. You’ve heard the myths about fae and names: you never give them your name. That’s how powerful names were: they owned you.

You sigh and mutter your dead-name.

He smirks like he’s in on a joke.

“What?”

“Mmm...nothing,” he quips. “How can I help?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt what you were doing, I’ll just go back the way I came.”

“Nonsense,” he says, fluttering around you. “It has been far too long since we have had any company. Please...let me take care of you.”

He reaches out to grab your hand but you pull back quick.

“I’m not supposed to accept help from strangers,” you tell him. “And I don’t even know your name.”

He flutters down to you so his face is close to yours: “Well it’s...”

He says your name.

Your name.

Your heart stops.

He smiles knowingly, and you know he noticed your reaction.

“Humans are so skittish...” he says, plopping down on the grass, laughing heartily. “Just like the tales...”

You don’t hear what he says after, as you bitterly walk back in the direction you had been walking for so long, muttering under your breath: “Can’t believe I walked all the way to the middle of nowhere and still am not being taken seriously, just fuckin’ great.”

The fae flutters up besides you: “Going so soon?”

“I want to be alone.”

“And what do you actually want?”

“Why am I so interesting to you?” you ask curtly, stopping to peer at this stranger. “What do you really want?”

“I just want to...play!”

He suddenly takes your hand and begins pulling you effortlessly through the forest, weaving through the trees with ease. Your steps feel lighter, and there is no traction as you try to resist. Suddenly you are being pulled alongside a herd of deer bounding through the brush. You are right beside them—you could touch them if you wanted—and they seem not to mind your presence, even the one that you think made eye contact with you. You are then pulled away again, dashing through what feels like and endless forest into an open field. Making a serious effort to see where he is leading you, you see a large rock jutting out in the middle of the meadow and your heart skips again, remembering the legends. This time, when you dig your heels into the ground, the earth responds, and the fae stops and turns to you with confusion.

“What’re you doing? Aren’t you having fun!?”

“You kinda just KIDNAPPED ME. So NO, sorry.”

He waves a hand in front of his face dismissively: “That’s so dramatic.”

You tug your wrist away from his grip: “Either you don’t listen or you don’t care, but I came out here to get away from people exactly like you!”

“Oh, really?” He says, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“Why do I even try—“ you stop, being interrupted by something in your pocket: your phone. Seeing the screen light up with missed texts and calls from the people you’d been trying to get away from causes a rage that fills your cheeks and burns your eyes as you pelt your phone at the rock formation, your phone shattering on impact.

“I’ve cut ties with people that don’t care about me, and I’m not stopping, even if that includes a fae that will curse the fuck out of me if I don’t play nice!”

His countenance remains amused: “How are you feeling?”

You don’t respond; you turn around and walk in the other direction, the tall grasses brushing against your legs as hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks.

“Shit,” you say, wiping your face with your arm. “Fucking...”

At the edge of the forest you put a hand against a tree to steady yourself. Quickly turning around to check if that fae was still following you, all you see is an empty meadow and thunderclouds beginning to cover the sky in dark gray. Instead you slump against the tree, hugging your knees to your chest.

“You are loveable,” you whisper to yourself like trying to commit a flash card to memory. “You are loveable.”

After a moment of trying to calm yourself down, you scoff at yourself.

“Why did I come out here, really?” you ask aloud. “Did I really think anything would be different just because I ran away?”

There is a silence for a while as you try to quell your tears.

But then he addresses you:

“Do you know what they say...about humans?”

You can hear your heart thumping in your ears as he flutters upside-down, circling you.

“That they’re soft, weak, and...easily fooled...”

He’s just playing games.

“That they are stuck on the material plane...and therefore immutable...”

Don’t let him get in your head.

“So change as you might, you remain the same...”

You launch out of your crouch and knock your fist back, ready to swing: “Stop it!”

“But it’s not true, is it?”

You lower your fist as he drops down in front of you, standing sheepishly with one arm clutching the other.

“Humans are the only ones who change.”

“Well I don’t know if we’re the only ones...you seem different now than when I ran into you.”

The fae looks away, almost as if he was blushing.

“Let’s start again,” he says, eyes locking with yours once again. “My name...”

He extends a hand: “Pollux.”

You extend yours and take his hand. It’s soft as snow.

You tell him your real name confidently this time.

Pollux then yanks your arm so you’re standing face to face, a wicked grin glowing in his eyes.

“Gotcha.”

[agardenofmonsters]

Hello!

Wooo boy it’s been a ride.

Not a great one, but yeah. I’m here to do a soft welcome back post! I’ve been writing a lot more now and have actually released a few new stories on my wattpad (which is also organized and up and running now).

I hope you all have been well, my health is still a work in progress but I’m much better than I was when I left tumblr, so I guess that counts for something.

See you around~

[agardenofmonsters]

Activity Notice

I’m making a more “Official” post about this since I only mentioned it in an anon ask a little while ago, but obviously I’m not very active with writing lately. This is because I’ve been dealing with some depression and anxiety issues that have over the past couple of months have made it very difficult for me to really engage with the world, which includes social media platforms like tumblr and hobbies that I enjoy like writing. So until I get better, I’m going to put myself on hiatus while I’m trying some more treatments. I don’t know how long it will be for and I will try my best to write when I can, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone who is waiting for something to be posted, and I don’t want to post anything that only has half of my heart in it. (I mean I really haven’t been consistent at all with any of my post times so maybe this won’t be too upsetting.)

As a final note I want to let you know that I really appreciate all the love and support you’ve given me in what feels like a really short amount of time!! You’ve really helped me get a lot of confidence out of this that I didn’t really expect!! I hope to return soon with a more consistent schedule for you guys <3<3

stay sexy~~

[agardenofmonsters]

I live how almost all of the anons are just screaming about Rythan. Makes me wonder who the favorite monster could possibly be. Hmmmmmmm, such a mystery!

I can’t really blame them!! He makes me scream too ;) jk jk

I mean he is my newest character and story, which means I’ve had some practice with writing and character development and all that jazz, but his story has also been the most exciting for me to write so far, which I think has a lot to do with how my stories turn out

and I have a soft spot for boys w/ scales so maybe that helps?? :3c

[agardenofmonsters]

So I’m a little late to the game but apparently it is/was “dragon-appreciation-day”!? Pretty convenient since I just posted my second Rhythan story! Wish I had something else for you to celebrate the day but I cannot write that fast lmao

I would like to say though that in the past few days since that second part, I gained about 11 new followers! I went from just under fifty to almost sixty in a couple of days!! (that’s huge for me) so, um, wow!! Hello! I hope my blog won’t disappoint!!

Thank you all for your support in any way, shape, or form!! Seriously, I’ve almost never shared any writing before in my life and to have the privilege of even seeing little hearts next to my stories is almost surreal <3

[agardenofmonsters]

Rhythan | Dragon BF | Fem x Masc | Part 2

Feminine Human Reader x Masculine Dragon Boyfriend You x He/Him PG-13 for Violenccceee and Swearing Revenge Fantasy, Size Difference, Magic-User Fantasy

Special thanks to the anon who asked about this story—kicked my butt into gear! I hope it was worth the wait!! ... You have continued to be plagued by nightmares, even with your new companionship offering the incredible relief of safety and belonging. You see their pervertedly content faces as they bound and gagged you and left you to die. You keep hearing their saccharine lies that burned your flesh like a dagger being slowly dragged down your neck. You relive these wounds every time you close your eyes...wounds more painful than a dragon’s ever could have. The dragon that never did...and never would have. You sit up fast, gasping as if relieved of a sword that had been plunged into your chest. You’re on the floor of the cavern, curled up in one of the fine, thick fabrics that Rhythan provided at the foot of the giant pile of gold. It must be the middle of the night, as no sunlight shines in. All you can hear is the deep, heavy breathing of Rhythan as he sleeps. Following an unexplainable urge, you stand up and begin walking down the tunnel, clutching the sheet like a cape as it drags behind you. You walk silently toward the entrance, your bare feet used to the cold rock of the mountains by this point. The soft bubbling sound of the waterfall greets your ears as you get closer, and you slowly step your way to the edge of the cliff, looking out at the forest. Even from a distance you can find your village; they’ve kept the bonfire going for days...the one that celebrates your death. You stand and stare, frozen and unblinking, at that little light in the distance. Never did something so warm feel so god damn cold. “Are you not cold, little one?” asks a curious voice from behind you. You glance down at the forest below you, acres of silent pines hundreds of thousands of feet down. You don’t look at him, you don’t move. “Look at them,” you start. “So proud and content of themselves for leaving me, using me as a bargaining chip for a game they never had to play...it disgusts me.” You’re silent for a moment, taking a breath to try and control yourself. “But...how can I blame them? Wouldn’t I have done the same thing? And the people, they were lied to...right? And, I shouldn’t bother about the kinds of people who would do something like that but it doesn’t change at all how I feel...and it feels like I’m dissolving in acid.” “Those that lack empathy do not learn from death,” he says. “Even the ones at their own hands.” “They don’t care...” you whisper to yourself. “...they don’t care...” “But who are the ones that sought your pain?” He asks. “Who are the ones that poison your heart?” Your throat cracks: “It sickens me that they even dared to touch me!” The tears pour, and the cape drops from your shoulders. The wind chill is biting, but soon there is a warm sigh of air at your back, and your cape is dropped back over you. You turn around and see Rhythan’s dark form half-hidden in darkness, his glowing green eyes the only salient feature at this time of night. Before, this sight would have frightened you, but now it was the only thing that could comfort you. Even cast in shadows, he exuded dignity. “You are allowed justice,” he says. ”Few are offered the chance...and fewer take it.” You look down contemplatively for a moment, and then look back up at him with conviction: “I want them to fear the power of a vengeful seamstress.” Rhythan chuckles, seemingly impressed: “So it is settled, then. Come, let us rest and tomorrow, we’ll plan.” He scoops you up into his palm gently—you’ve gotten used to the drill—and he takes you back down the tunnel

“I’m sorry you have to deal with an emotional wreck,” “It’s the reason I like you, my dear.” “Th—thanks?” “You have a heart of true, unbridled emotion,” he says. “I have never encountered anything quite like that.” “I don’t know if that’s something to be proud of though,” you admit. “It hardly seems helpful at all.” “Everything has its usefulness,” he simply says. “I’m too tired for your wisdom, Rhythan,” you sigh, lying back in his palm and looking at him upside-down. He snorts hot air at you and you can’t help but laugh. “Ah, I wonder how much magic that sound holds,” he says, you barely catching it as you fall back asleep against the warm scales of his palm. ...... The next time you wake up, you go back to the waterfall with an armful of old books that tell you of different magics. It is now cold enough that the water has frozen over, and you are glad that you took the time to fabricate some new clothes from the textiles in Rhythan’s stash. “But can anyone do this stuff?” you murmur to yourself. “Can I do magic, if I just say these incantations or do these hand motions? I’d rather not have to have a sack full of random items required for these spells...and they’re so old, would they even work? Did they ever work?” After several different attempts of spells of all kinds, you stop and look at all the different tomes set around you, a vein in your temple pinching from stress. Nothing had worked, and the only effect from any spell you had cast was a cramping hand, oh, and the headache in your temple. Rhythan returns from his hunt with a deer and a few more bushes of berries. He steps around the pool to where you are studying behind the waterfall and sets the deer to the side, licking off some of the blood from his jaw. “Had some luck hunting?” you ask him, happy for a break. “Quite,” he says. “And you, my dear?” “I can give myself a headache apparently,” you say with a soft laugh. “You wouldn’t happen to know any magic, would you, Rhythan?” He lays down beside you with a grunt: “I do not believe Draconic magic and Human magic are even compatible...and human spellbooks are often way too small and delicate for me to handle.    “What I know about our magic is that its inherent, and different species of dragons are equipped with different magical abilities, but it is not always obvious. I have red scales, so I have heat and fire-related abilities...but depending on my lineage, I could have had different colored scales with the same powers...or the same-colored scales and different powers.” “Hmm,” you hum. “Red suits you.” “I guess I’ll keep it then,” he replies, voice lilting with amusement. You smirk down at the book you are flipping through and then look up at him: “Rhythan, what was your family like? Do dragons have families like humans do?” The pause he takes before answering is subtle, but you can almost feel his mood change, like a gate dropping down to protect a castle. “Rhythan?” “I did not have one,” he says. “So I do not know.” You put a hand on him: “I didn’t mean to cause you pain.” Rhythan looks at you with soft eyes: “You did not cause this, little flower.” You give him a small smile before a sound of cracking interrupts the moment. Rhythan puts a hand in front of you as both of you look over at the frozen pool that is growing white cracks that spread out like a ripple of lightning and crawl up the frozen pillar until all the ice shatters, leaving a warm freshwater pool and a flowing waterfall. “Did...it get...warmer? While you were out?” Rhythan drops his hand: “I think that your studying has paid off, young magician.” You stare at him and then back at the pool as he turns to take his kill into the cave, flicking you with his tail. “H-hey!” He turns to look back at you—some of the deer’s limbs poking out of his mouth as he carries it—and gives you a goading expression. What are you gonna do about it?

You start jogging to catch up to him: “Hey! I could turn you into a frog if you’re not careful!” Rhythan glances at you with a raised eyebrow. I’d like to see you try!

...

A couple days of preparation: practicing, testing, sewing, and organizing.

That morning you give a warm smile to Rhythan, pull up the hood on your cloak, and start walking.

Although it was the only time you had made the trip, you knew the way well enough from watching the forest from the mountain. And you had a feeling in your gut that you would be safe.

After everything, that was good enough for you. And really, the walk through the woods was a stabilizing kind of tranquility.

As you step onto the familiar dirt path that leads to your old town, you pull your hood forward even more to shroud your face. The townspeople start to notice the ominous approaching stranger and begin to whisper to themselves, some racing ahead to tell others. You notice all of it, but you hold yourself dignified and do not quicken your pace to satisfy their desire for more.

“Look at the detailing on the cloak...”

“....never seen a design like that before...”

“...far traveler, perhaps? It bothers me to why are they alone...no one travels through thick forest unguarded! The horror!”

“I may not be wealthy, but I know authentic gems when I see one! Must be royalty—!”

“Don’t be foolish, a royal, psh! Coming here? Alone? You must be absolutely—-“

“Shh! She’s right there!”

By the time you reach the town square, the mayor and her son are already waiting outside of their house to confront you, but you stop at the still-burning bonfire in the center of the square instead of paying them any mind.

The mayor’s son takes initiative: “You there! What business do you have stirring the townspeople with your presence? I demand you show your face at once!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely...”

You grasp the edges of your hood and carefully reveal your face to the people that have gathered around—staring directly at the mayor’s son as you do. You watch as it takes him a second to recognize who he is looking at, and his hardened exterior gives way to wide, fearful eyes. Scattered gasps from the villagers reveal their collective shock. Someone shouts your name from behind a wall of people.

“What is the meaning of this! Imposter!” he shouts, making his way toward you and drawing his sword.

“Surprised I’m not dead? I thought you would be, since you tried so hard to kill me...even going as far as to kidnap me and lie to the villagers.”

“Silence!” He shouts, raising his sword. “What sort of trickery!”

“Are you upset that the dragon frightened you so? Were a few sacrifices enough to make you feel like a hero?”

Two bodies drop from the sky and into the clearing: the two guards that had accompanied him on his quest to stop the dragon, untouched besides the many puncture wounds that adorn their armor.

Some of the villagers shriek in panic but one of them shouts above them: “Look! It’s the arm! The one that he lost! Right in the grip of his fellow knight!”

The mayor comes forward, trying to protect her son: “Can’t you see this is a trick! If it weren’t for him we’d all be burnt to ash from that blasted dragon!”

A thunderous roar shakes the world, and Rhythan comes crashing down onto the mayor’s house, reducing it to rubble. People scream in terror,  but Rhythan does not make another move.

“Ah, yes, that blasted dragon that kills for fun...” you start, eyeing your companion, who lies down and folds his hands patiently, doing his best to look as harmless as a large fire-breathing thing can. “It’s almost laughable, you were so afraid of a dragon, when you should’ve been afraid of a witch.”

“You…” she spits, pointing a derisive finger at you. “...bring this monster here, and you have the nerve to blame me for protecting MY FUCKING TOWN!?”

“The town was safer when you were not a part of it...the only monster here is you,” you say firmly, feeling the vile words on your tongue.

“Filthy, lying harlot,” the mayor says, pushing herself in front of her son. “You dare think that yourself better than your superiors just because you give up your body as freely as a martyr! You would’ve been lucky to serve as carrion with a body as dry and hollow as yours!”

You glance over at Rhythan, who is tensing up.

“Dry...Hollow...” you whisper, noticing the feeling of your feet on the ground. “Is that it?”

You feel yourself smirk like you just thought of the best insult: “Wow, I’m a little disappointed...that’s all you got?”

“What’re you——“ she starts, only to choke on her words, coughing and hitting her chest as if to pound them out of her. She starts to look a little more old and withered.

“Being tied to a tree with no food or water, left to die, really makes one thirsty...dehydrated, even...” you start, staring at the woman that allowed her son to abuse you. “But I can’t....”

Her lips go dry and cracked.

“Even imagine...”

Her body thins, skin going dry.

“What it would be like...”

The mayor coughs out dust, and her body grows brittle.

“To be...”

She falls to her knees and gasps like a fish out of water.

“As hollow and heartless a person as you...”

She collapses to the ground, a skeleton as dry and barren as a field in the winter.

“You——!“ the son swings his sword at you with a desperate ferocity in his eyes, but his sword does not strike true—for the blade’s metal drips to the ground like warmed butter, and he is left with only a hilt.

“The fuc—“ Rhythan slams him to the ground with a claw, caging him in and then dragging him through the dirt, the son shouting as he does. Rhythan then holds him up, his grasp not easing up in the slightest.

You walk up gently towards the person that tied you up and left you to die, held strong by the dragon he was so afraid of, but not before picking up the remnants of the mayor’s body—which was as light as a dried corn husk—and toss it into the bonfire.

“Y—you...fuckin’ cunt...” he sputters. “You’re nothing!”

“You must be even weaker than I thought then,” you tell him. “If a nothing like me bested someone like you.”

“You...you think they’ll listen to you after all this?” He scoffs. “You’re a dumber bitch than I—ugh!”

Rhythan squeezes a little tighter to shut him up. You walk right up to this asshole’s face, smiling angelically.

“You think I care about this town?” You tell him with a whisper. “You think I care about what the people here think of me now?”

You grab his face: “Y’know, I was upset at first about you leaving me to be a sacrifice against my will, but actually what I hated the most was the fact that you even believed you had the right to touch me...”

You squeeze his face a little tighter, a dark purple rash beginning to spread out from where you grabbed him.

“What’re you…” he coughs. “What’re you doing!”

You release his face, the purple rash giving way to black, crumbling ash that fell from his face like lobs of coal. He screams as the rash spread and his skin and clothes become scorched like an overcooked pastry. Rhythan then throws him onto the bonfire to join his mother, setting the fireplace ablaze with an angry roar, disintegrating everything in that circle to black powder.

You place a hand on Rhythan’s side, telling him that you were ready to go, but instead of holding you in his claws like usual, he sets you onto his back, right between his wings. You look down at the frozen and awe-stuck crowd below you that emits no sound, and say: “I never want to see any of you ever again, understood? Now actually go and make something of yourselves.”

Rhythan takes off without waiting for a response from the villagers, just as you planned...

It wasn’t your town anymore; their everyday matters did not concern you.

Not anymore.

As you are taken above and beyond the clouds, you can’t help but cry out in victory!

“Woohoooo!!! Rhythan!! We did it!!” You shout, putting your hands in the air and feeling the currents play with your fingers. “And I didn’t throw up once!!”

He glances back at you with pride in his eyes: “Do not jinx yourself while you are riding me!”

You laugh, and you laugh without heaviness.

...

You return home—that’s what it was now—and Rhythan glides right through the waterfall while you are on his back, completely soaking you.

“Hey!!” you cry, wiping the water from your eyes.

Rhythan circles his main treasure pile and lands softly on it. You roll right off of him and into the pile of gold coins, your cloak wrapping tightly around you.

“Rhythan! We did it!” you say, sitting up fast.

“It was all you, little magician,” he insists. “It was your bravery that let you complete what you set out to do.”

“I guess, but you helped!”

He snorts hot air at you and lays his head down as if to rest. You clamber up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, waking him.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, though,” you say, eyes filling with tears.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his scales. “Thank you so much.”

His neck moves under you and his head looks down at you with what you can only tell to be regret.

“I wish you did not have to lose your old treasures, little one.”

“My old treasures...have no more value to me,” you promise him. “And, don’t you know I have found a better one?”

“Something amongst these old things?”

“Yes, even amongst thousands of worthless gold coins and cut gemstones and century-old artifacts...” you tease, looking around in the pile for something. “Aha! Here it is...but you can’t laugh!”

You hold up something sleek and silver to show him.

“Hmf...a silver plate? Is that all?”

“You gotta look closer!”

“The object remains the same.”

You angle the plate a bit so his reflection is displayed.

“It’s you, dummy!”

His tail sweeps your legs out from under you and you land on your back on the pile gold coins, still clutching the sterling tray.

A warm laugh beats from Rhythan’s chest: “You have chosen well.”

You sit back up just in time to see his full magnificent wingspan and watch him fly effortlessly up to his alcove to rest. But instead of enjoying the splendor, you notice something that you hadn’t before: a large scar that tears across Rhythan’s left wing.

But you decide to leave that question for another day.

[agardenofmonsters]

I keep checking to see if a part two for Rythan is up, I'm addicted to the story lol. Will we see him again?

Ahh hello!! It makes me so happy you’re so excited about the story!! I keep meaning to make a post about my activity

Long story short I’ve been having health issues that has been making writing very difficult, and since the tumblr content ban I’ve been a little more off-kilter/overwhelmed in regards to what I need to do/update/etc with my blog and my writing, but I am so delighted that you checked in!

Good news: Rhythan Part 2 has been written, so it does exist! (And perhaps even a little bit of Part 3....) I just want to read through it at least once and make any corrections as necessary (which can be a process if you’re a perfectionist like me lol), but I’ll be sure to get on it so you aren’t waiting too much longer than you’ve already been!!! I think you’ll like what I’ve got planned :)

Thank you <333

[agardenofmonsters]

UPDATE

I just made a Wattpad account. I literally just made it so it’s got nothing on there yet but if you’re down you can find me at the username monstergarden

I’ll still be here on tumblr, still be posting until further notice!! We’ll see what happens in the next few weeks…I’m kinda digging the wattpad layout

I’ll probably be adding more social in the next few days but I thought I’d throw this up here as quick as possible

—stay sexy💕

[agardenofmonsters]

heyo I also have a terato Twitter now! If you got a twitter you can find me at iteratofeelya—it’s also the username for my separate terato sideblog for the community’s art and such but I don’t know if it’ll be there for too long!

As always, 18+ only!

[agardenofmonsters]

before I log off for the tumblr protest, just wanted to let yall know I’m also on @yanastyboi ‘s discord as monstergarden if you feel like joining!

[agardenofmonsters]

the tumblr ban is going out in a couple days and I’m totally getting overwhelmed trying to make sure I’m following everyone I can and possibly downloading my blogs and transferring my stories andddddddddd

I hope that the ban doesn’t actually do anything, or tumblr just decides to scrap it, there are so many good people and artists on here it really sucks that any records of that would be deleted for good just because it’s “NSFW”!!

I haven’t received any emails so I might be safe, but it’s gonna be constant anxiety until I find out

Also I will be doing the tumblr logout protest from the 16th-17th, just fyi bc I’m not active enough for this inactivity to cause concern lmao

stay rad~

[agardenofmonsters]

UPDATE

I just made a Wattpad account. I literally just made it so it’s got nothing on there yet but if you’re down you can find me at the username monstergarden

I’ll still be here on tumblr, still be posting until further notice!! We’ll see what happens in the next few weeks…I’m kinda digging the wattpad layout

I’ll probably be adding more social in the next few days but I thought I’d throw this up here as quick as possible

—stay sexy💕

[agardenofmonsters]

heyo I also have a terato Twitter now! If you got a twitter you can find me at iteratofeelya—it’s also the username for my separate terato sideblog for the community’s art and such but I don’t know if it’ll be there for too long!

As always, 18+ only!

[agardenofmonsters]

UPDATE

I just made a Wattpad account. I literally just made it so it’s got nothing on there yet but if you’re down you can find me at the username monstergarden

I’ll still be here on tumblr, still be posting until further notice!! We’ll see what happens in the next few weeks...I’m kinda digging the wattpad layout

I’ll probably be adding more social in the next few days but I thought I’d throw this up here as quick as possible

—stay sexy💕

[agardenofmonsters]

The days of Tumblr actually being decent are dwindling away so I was wondering if you have any alternative links so we can say updated with you when the majority of this hell site leaves or gets banned.

That was a great ask, anon 😂

I am currently looking into all the different options atm so I don’t have any links yet, but I will post some when I figure out what I’m doing!! Apparently writing blogs are supposed to be okay but tbh I’m not taking the chance, also a lot of the terato community I’ve grown to love is image-based and I’d like to find where my people are going before we abandon ship lmao. I’ve got my eye on wattpad, twitter, and a few other sites.

Thank you so much for thinking of me!! I know I’m not really as active as other blogs are (I’m working on it rip). You should see a post in the next couple days or so! 💕

oh yeah and I’m probably gonna keep posting here until I get deleted just fyi so I’ll be here lmao

[agardenofmonsters]

Morrigan | Tiefling BF | Fem x Masc | Part 2

Female Human Reader x Masculine Tiefling Boyfriend

You x He/Him

NSFW (for sex stuff)

Tags: Softcore, Sexual Debut

Hey, writing sex scenes is hard...I had trouble making sure the vocab for genitals and junk wasn’t too (dry/scientific/bad)-sounding so hopefully it worked??? I think this might be my second NSFW I posted so my bad if it’s kinda...bad...but I did try!

This is the second story in the “Siren Song Parlour” series but I only have two more chapters planned for it. Both will have new SO’s that were featured in Part 1, although it may be a bit because I think Rhythan’s next up on the list due to popular demand so @those two anons ;).

.......

You step into a dark room located right above the parlor, a brick studio apartment with hardwood floors. A large, comfy-looking couch placed in front of a modest flat-screen TV welcomes you to settle down and take off your shoes, only to lose your attention to an equally large bed on the other side of the room. Mindlessly taking off your shoes, your feet curl into one of the soft fur-like rugs placed strategically on the floor. The mature art pieces that are hung up are softened with decorative curtains and lights, the entire place emanating intimacy in all its forms. Walking up to the end of the bed, you long to dive into the plush duvet and wrap it around you. Coming a bit out of your daze, you look to Morrigan who is watching you with curiosity.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asks, motioning to his kitchen.

“Sure, that sounds...nice,” you tell him as you walk over with him, trying not to invade his space too much but still extremely curious nonetheless.

He starts listing off the different drinks: “I have a good selection of wine, some beer...well, what are you in the mood for?”

Looking over the different labels, you recognize some of them, but most of the names are meaningless to you.

“Actually,” you say, turning to Morrigan with a smile. “I really want some hot chocolate right now.”

Morrigan gives a small chuckle: “Excellent choice, my dear.”

As he preps the drinks, you go over to the shelves next to the TV, finding rows and rows of movies impeccably organized. You get lost in the perusing until Morrigan brings a steaming mug to you.

“Careful—“

“Agh!”

“...It’s hot.”

“I suppose I should’ve figured that,” you joke sheepishly. “Well, it tastes good er, /did/ taste good...when I still had tastebuds.”

Morrigan smirks as he takes a hearty sip of his without even wincing.

You scoff with amusement: “Do you...like...prefer hot stuff then?”

“I do,” he says, taking another sip but keeping an eye on you. “Especially when they start off cold and standoffish.”

“You know what I mean.”

He finishes his drink and sets it on the TV stand: “I can withstand hotter temperatures, but I do prefer colder things...”

You slowly take a sip of your hot chocolate.

“...Particularly when I’m...getting hot...myself.”

You barely stop yourself from spit-taking.

Oh, right.

The longing is still there, but your anxiety begins to bubble up again and you look away from him. You clutch the mug a little tighter.

“Hey,” he says, noticing the shift in your posture and gently turning your chin to him. “Do not be afraid.”

It was hard not to be when you were still not used to those glowing yellow eyes, unable to see beneath the surface...but you could feel your body getting hot.

“Well, I—“ you sputter. “I don’t really know...how do you even...um...get there?”

“You didn’t seem to have an issue with that a little while ago,” he teases, you looking away sheepishly. “Well, obviously it starts with attraction.”

He gives you a flirty wink before taking a half-step closer to you.

“...then intimacy...”

He places his hands over yours, which are still holding tight to the mug, and he guides the cup up to his lips and takes an aggravatingly sultry sip, his eyes meeting yours with intensity. When he releases your hands you almost too heavily set the mug on the TV stand, your full attention on him.

His eyes glint with mischief: “And a little bit of chemistry...”

Morrigan draws your chin up so your lips are a breath apart.

“...And a little bit of play...” he whispers, pulling away from you and walking away, leaving you a bit dazed. He smiles at you over his shoulder and sits smugly on the edge of the bed, coaxing you with a head tilt and a playfully flicking tail.

It takes you a second to move, somehow both petrified and wobbly at the same time, be it anxiety or anticipation...but then you rush over, jumping up to tackle him backwards onto the bed...well, that was your plan. He gets knocked back a bit but manages to catch you, still sitting up....you could feel the thick muscles of his core engage against your body as he does. Your legs now straddle him once again, almost like an hour before as his strong, hot arms wrap around your waist securely, holding you close.

You can feel his bulge against your crotch, and you flush with a sizzling wave of heat from the longing in your stomach, causing you to inhale sharply. Morrigan brings you into a soft kiss, before slowly kissing his way across your cheek to the crook of your neck right under the corner of your jaw where he starts kissing a little deeper, each successive one you feel him sucking at your skin a little more. You let out a lustful sigh, feeling your body heat merge with his. His head stops treading and he works on a spot your shoulder...and you’re sure you’re going to have a mark there the next day.

He releases your skin from his lips, coming back up to gauge your reaction with a curious look.

You feel your cheeks flush again: “Nice.”

Did you just tell a sexy tiefling pimp their sexy neck kissing was nice?

Yes.

Yes you did.

“Uh—I mean—“

You stop as he leans in to kiss you; one of his hands runs through your hair and draws you in a little closer, while the other tugs at the tie of your corset—you never did change into your regular clothes—and you feel the laces relax. You hug the corset instinctively to your chest, but recover the moment quickly by reaching back and pulling the lace out completely and letting it drop to the floor. Morrigan stands up quickly before you can finish taking the corset off and carries you to the side of the bed where he sets you down in the middle, and you could melt it’s so comfortable.

But Morrigan doesn’t get right on top of you like you expected—he leisurely walks back around to the foot of the bed and then crawls over top of you, patiently, deliberately encapsulating your body with every move of his hands and knees until he meets you at eye-level. Even with some space between your bodies, you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You blink up at him.

“Had enough yet?” he asks in a whisper.

“Had enough?” you repeat, a bit befuddled. “We haven’t even had it yet!”

Morrigan’s eyes seem to search your face.

“...Right?” you add, wondering if you had somehow already done it and just didn’t remember.

Morrigan kisses you again: “Just making sure.”

His hand reaches down to your bottoms, the feel of his fingertips tickling your belly and downward.

Until he...

You take a shaky deep breath as you feel his fingers at your lips. His other hand smoothes your hair as he starts to fondle you, kissing your cheek and making his way down to your neck like he had earlier. He massages the inside of your lips, teasing your clitoris with slow, purposeful movements. You’re kind of glad he’s not just hovering over trying to watch your reactions...you don’t really want to know what your face looks like right now.

You can feel yourself getting wet, and Morrigan seems to have noticed too, his fingers teasing your entrance and using your fluids as a lubricant that lets him massage you a little more smoother.

He sucks on your neck as you breathe out his name.

“Morrig—an!”

He slips a finger into you, testing you as his finger starts to undulate inside your body, and you can’t help but start to match the movement with your hips. Morrigan responds by adding a finger, stretching you a bit but continuing to curl pleasurably, all while sucking on your neck...although you are suddenly afraid you might pee. How long has it been!? Oh my god what if you——

Morrigan’s fingers pull out of you, and he looks down at you with a glimmer in his eye. He sits up on his knees and begins to undress, undoing the button of his pants with a tantillatingly leisurely pace—you didn’t know someone could make taking pants off sexy, but he sure did. 

Pants off, he leans back over you, giving you a knowing smirk before peeling away the bodice of the corset, leaving you topless. Again you instinctively cover yourself, but Morrigan’s eyes are on yours. And then he places his hands over yours as you cover your breasts, and begins to help you caress them, kneading in soft circles that tease your nipples...a new but erotically satisfying sensation. He kisses you deeply, and a desire in the pit of your stomach ignites once again, and you quickly remove your hands and press his to your chest, the warmth against your bare skin giving you goosebumps—you can feel Morrigan smile devilishly against your kisses as you do. He lowers himself between your legs, your...extremities...separated only by a few layers of soft fabric.

He kisses his way down your neck but goes further until he is in-between your breasts and your breath catches. Morrigan slides his hands down your sides and slides your tights down and off your legs.

You are now completely naked.

“I—I’m sorry I’m not really...groomed or anything...”

He cocks his head and gives you a devil-may-care smile.

“I mean if you’re fine with it I guess I’m fine with it,” you mumble distractedly to yourself as he takes off his last layer of clothes, you covering your eyes out of habit as if it was something you shouldn’t be seeing. A warm hand rests soothingly on your stomach.

“So bashful, my dear,” he says. “Are you alright with this?”

You silently scold yourself for being so skittish and remove your hands from your eyes, seeing your very first flesh-and-blood penis, the same red color of his skin—you probably shouldn’t be as surprised about this fact as you are—with a “happy trail” of hair that leads all the way down from his solar plexus to his groin.

You try to keep a neutral face like you’ve totally seen a dick before.

Uh, what does a face that’s seen lots of dicks before look like?

“Yep! Yeah...yes.”

Eyeing you, Morrigan takes something colorful out and tears it open with his teeth—what you realize is a condom...just something else you forgot about that usually involves sex—and rolls it over himself.

He leans back down to you: “You did tell me it was your first time, so I want you to know, I’m going to take care of you...we’ll go slow and, if at any moment you want to stop or something hurts, tell me.”

You take a deep breath: “Okay.”

Morrigan grabs an extra pillow and lifts your hips so he can set it under them. And then he gets a little closer to you, lining himself up. He looks at you for a signal, and after taking another breath and trying to relax your pelvic muscles, you give a quick nod.

He positions it at your slit, still wet from earlier, and slowly presses into you. You keep yourself calm and let yourself breathe into it. You think about his cock feels, going all the way deep inside you and hitting a spot you had no idea would be that pleasurable. Morrigan’s hands grip your thighs as he eases back out and pushes back in, building up a rhythm as your bodies get used to each other.

Eventually he is thrusting into you in the same way he had fingered you earlier, gradually gaining speed, building up heat. And you start rocking your hips as his groin rubs against your clit and he continues to hit that spot inside of you, making you moan softly.

He keeps working you but leans forward so he can massage your breasts and bring you a passionate kiss, causing your body to flush with heat.

And then you’re sent over the edge, gasping as waves of release soothe your body. Soon he is grunting similarly and comes to a rest, gently pulling out of you and taking off the condom. You are staring up at the ceiling when you feel warm hands rest carefully on your legs.

“How are you doing?”

“I guess I can see why people would pay for that,” you say, eyes on the ceiling.

You sit up suddenly and gasp: “I don’t have any money!”

“I am flattered that you would be willing to pay me,” he laughs, kissing your cheek. “But that is unnecessary.”

“A—Are you sure?” you insist. “I could run out to an ATM or—“

He puts a hand on your cheek: “It is the middle of the night, and...”

He gets closer, looking you straight in the eyes, his lips an inch from yours: “You seemed to have not figured this out, but I am very attracted to you.”

“You...are?”

“Most escorts I know have to be asked for sex,” he says, running his fingers through your hair. “But I offered.”

“That—that’s true,” you admit, looking anywhere but directly at him. 

He continues: “And...correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe you are attracted to me too.”

“I mean, I did just have sex with you so that has to count for something, right?”

He grunts in acknowledgement and swings a leg off of you to release you.

“Barthroom’s over there if you need to—“

“Yes, please,” you say probably a little too excitedly, taking a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’ll be right back.”

As you sit on the toilet you clutch your face as you absorb the past...how long was it? The sex thing?

“Well this day definitely didn’t go as planned but I guess it’s not too bad?” you say to yourself.

But oh my.

He likes you?!

Isn’t it too soon?

This must be a part of the ruse, right? Feigning romantic connection?

And besides, why would he like you?

“Ugh, why do I do this to myself? What happened to that sparkler feeling?”

You finish up, wash your hands, and re-wrap the blanket around you as you step out to see Morrigan in the kitchen, your clothes still folded in a nice pile on the counter next to a cold mug of chocolate.

You take a sip: it’s room temperature.

“Just right.”

“Morrigan gives you an amused side glance: “That must be back at the temperature it was before I heated it.”

“It definitely is,” you say with a laugh, sitting on one of the tall kitchen chairs.

“Would you like me to reheat it?”

“Nonono, you’ve done enough for me tonight; I can handle cold chocolate...but...why did you do all this for me?”

“‘All this’ is the least I can do,” Morrigan assures you. “Something tells me you needed a little bit of...hospitality.”

“I mean, doesn’t everyone?”

“Most people don’t visit a tiefling at a strip club in the middle of the night to join said strip club even with little to no previous experience with peformance or sex.”

You think about it for a moment.

“Touché...But really, thank you.”

“It was my pleasure...literally and metaphorically.”

You smile shyly into your chocolate drink.

“So...is hospitality why you had me wear a stripper uniform and dance in front of you?”

He smirks but not unkindly: “I was curious to see how strong your commitment was.”

“You sure it wasn’t to see me in that corset?”

“You are not entirely incorrect,” he admits.

You giggle and then start to yawn.

“Come, it’s late, we should get you some rest.”

He comes over to you and picks you up out of the chair.

“Any preference where you want to sleep?”

Held against his chest, there is only one answer on your mind.

“With you.”

He smiles the warmest smile you’ve ever seen and carries you to the bed, but this time getting in next to you.

The dim lighting casts a sleepy radiance. And with Morrigan to heat up the bed, it is not difficult to drift to sleep.

The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is a red tiefling and the feeling of a sparkler in your chest.