Commissions Openâ¨ď¸Character Requests Open For:â¨ď¸The Ghoul (Fallout Series) The Knight, Ink-Cap Monster & Tentacle Co-Worker (all three are OCs on this blog)â¨ď¸
Feel free to send in asks! Small requests or just little blurbs are welcome!
This blog is to share the horny little thoughts and stories that pop into my brain. That doesn't mean the sweet, tender and loving side of these stories are ignored. Both NSFW and SFW ideas are welcome.
But there are boundaries I ask you to acknowledge:
No bigotry or hate of any kind. I'm here to spread some creative mindsets and stories. So, please keep the negativity outside the door.
Kink limitations for asks/commissions: No scat, incest, anything to do with minors (unless family orientated stories), mommy/daddy play, non-con themes (exception of consensual non-con play)
Yandere, and themes like it, are welcome to a degree. I'm a dark romance lover, so I can excuse some tropes.
This is going to sound very hypocritical, but no animal/bestiality themes. If it doesn't pass the Harkness Test, I refuse to write about it.
My Current Kink List:
Oviposition (this is a new one, so if you have any content related to it or you're a veteran to this kink, please discuss it with me. I am intrigued)
Breeding. But not heavy on the pregnancy side of the kink. Maybe some wordplay with it; for example: "I'll ensure you're swollen with my seed" or the like.
Size Difference. I love me a big monster that could flatten me like a pancake and call me a sweet girl. Soft bellies or the hard thighs, I don't care. I wish to be squished.
And yes, Praise kink. I like the praise, ok. Call me basic. I like being called a 'good girl' or 'sweet thing' and being told I'm doing a good job.
Giving oral. I don't know if there's a name for it, but I adore giving oral.
Ownership play (to a degree). There has to be some connection before I let you collar me and tell me to do things. But I do like the idea of a big monster calling me "theirs" or "mine".
My Current Monster Types:
Dragons/Drakes/anything with scales. Love me a scaly person.
Tentacles or creatures based around eldritch types.
Aliens are fun!
Knights! I love me a character in armor. It really does something to me.
The Ghoul (Fallout Series) He's very tasty
Asks are always welcome! Even just a hello!
Thanks for dropping by! And giving this a read until the end.
I hope you enjoy my content!
Popular/Important Tags: Tentacle Co-Worker, The Knight, Ink-Cap Monster
Ink cap mushroom monster with a human he hired to professionally clean his home every other day? The monster hates his appearance and the messes he makes, leading him to become a touch starved recluse! I saw a picture of the actually thing and it looks so cool!
I knew about ink-caps but I genuinely didn't know much about them until now. And it's so fun learning new things! What do you mean they melt? What do you mean they do all these things to you if you drink alcohol after consuming these mushrooms??
Thank you for your request! I learnt something new and also got to play with a new character!
Themes: just light heart-hearted monster stuff, fantasy/medieval world, human x monster slow burn because we love that here, loosely edited forgive my laziness
He was a touch dubious about posting the job offer in the local town. It's just asking for trouble. But he was at his wits end keeping his lair clean.
And you needed money. So, here you were at the mouth of a cave deep within the dark forest. The ink soaked job listing in your hand and a duffle bag full of cleaning supplies.
The offer had been simple: clean a monster's lair and you won't be eaten. Ten gold a week. Lodgings available if needed.
Ten gold a week was a luxury; it was more than what you could earn in six months working the fields. And lodging would save your coin in renting a room at the inn.
Not being eaten by the local cryptid was a bonus.
The InkCap Monster barely listened to your stumbling words. He just pointed at the black sludge that covered the floor and told you to clean it.
You found yourself unprepared for the first day. There hadn't been any information on what you needed to clean. So you arrived expecting blood, gore and bones... not sludge from a fungal monster.
InkCap was impressed you didn't immediately flee. But wasn't surprised by your quick departure from his lair.
He was after all, a monster of nature. Humans hunted his kind for sport and glory. A beast from the subterranean depths, his appearance giving the illusion of a corpse twisted with vines and fungi instilled fear in even the most courageous adventurers.
InkCap suspected he'd have a band of mercenaries in his lair by sunrise tomorrow.
But then he awoke to the sound of you marching through the cave the next morning with a determined look on your face.
You had brought a cart with you. A donkey pulling through the lush forest and into the cave. You had shovels and buckets, barrels of substances that smelled like lemon and piles upon piles of cloth.
You greeted him with a sparkly smile and a warm 'good morning' - before disappearing deeper into his lair to begin your work.
It took you three full days to clean the cave tunnels. InkCap's lair now smelled of lemon and fresh moss. Your hands were stained with dots of black and many of your clothes had been replaced with cheaper alternatives.
But his lair was clean.
Save for the large footprints that he left behind wherever he wandered. Some part of InkCap felt bad for walking his own lair now it was clean. You had worked so hard.
The black sludge from his mushroom anatomy continuously dripped and splattered the cave in thick gelatinous trails.
You cleaned up after him with a smile. Sometimes you'd crack jokes. But mostly your demeanor around him was professional. Quiet and obedient. And so full of sunshine InkCap wasn't sure how to handle talking to you.
He shied away from you like you were blessed by the star itself.
He kept to himself for the first week. Hissing or growling whenever he wanted you to leave the room. And you'd give him a smile and gather your things with a nod.
And most conversations were very one sided. Some part of him felt bad that you'd practically talk to yourself some days.
But he didn't know how to talk to Humans that weren't trying to kill him. And you were never deterred from yapping to him about mundane things.
You scrubbed the lair without complaint. Your lodgings, a separated tunnel and cavern he emptied out to allow a human to reside there, began to fill with knick-knacks and personal belongings.
It wasn't until the eighth month that InkCap realized he had a human living with him full time. This wasn't just a short term thing. He needed you around... wanted you around.
"You know, I heard about you when I first moved to the local settlement. They said you drowned people in black blood and dragged livestock into the ground. Is that true?" You asked him once and he wasn't sure how to respond.
He had a reputation for a reason. Some rumors got out of hand for sure, but he had to eat somehow. Would you run if he told you the truth?
InkCap towered over you whenever you approached him. The skeletal like body, knotted with fungi and roots, could barely pass as humanoid. He looked grotesque. A monster. There was no way to sugar-coat his horrible character - so he nodded.
"Huh, I just haven't seen you eat anything. I wasn't sure if you were vegetarian or not." And that was the end of that. You didn't ask anymore questions, seemingly sated your curiosity.
A routine evolved and soon you were as much apart of the lair as InkCap. You cleaned the messes he made dutifully, without complaint. And he kept the forest predators from consuming you.
"You know... I've been thinking..." InkCap had tried to slink through the caves quietly, but you had an uncanny ability at sensing when he was nearby. "What if I clean the fungal parts of you that are oozing? It might help keep things clean around here."
.... surely you didn't just suggest that. Maybe you didn't understand what he was? That he was oozing the black sludge, not just parts of him.
"You'd... be comfortable doing that?" He found himself asking. Bright yellow eyes glowing in the dim light of the cave. Watching you carefully as you approached his side, cotton rags in hand - ready to wipe away the fat drops of black that slipped between the ridges of his arms.
"I don't see the harm in trying. You seem to secrete it more when you're agitated. So, while you're in the lair, there isn't much to clean on you. I think I could help minimize the mess you make."
InkCap was too caught up in thought to catch your hands before they made contact with his clawed fingers. The sudden contact startled him - but your hands were already on him. If he moved, InkCap could potentially hurt you.
So he stayed very, very still as you wiped the sludge from his body.
The warmth from your hand felt like acid against his skin. Too warm... too soft... but he didn't pull away.
InkCap watched your fingers intently as you washed sections of his arm with the lemony substance. Soaking up the darkened secretions with the cloths before moving onto the next section of his limb.
"Hmm, can you crouch? I can't reach your shoulder." You asked and his body obeyed before his mind did.
InkCap kneeled beside you. Head tilted so the fungal cap circling his face didn't touch your head. It wasn't uncommon for you to be splattered by black but he refused to let your bright eyes be darkened by an accidental smudge.
Your face was lit up by the other-worldly glow of his gaze. Wrinkled in concentration while you picked bugs and hardened chunks of secretion out of the nooks of his twisted body.
You moved around him confidently. While he remained a statue in the center of the cave, locked in concentration so he didn't accidentally move and knock you over when you asked him to shift this way or that way.
His gaze became hooded. Head rolling forward like he was falling asleep. Lulled into a trance-like state by the gentle caress of your hands.
He felt your fingers trace along his jaw. Drawing lines along his skull like face. A ghostly sigh echoed from deep within him - content. Your lips stretched into a smile he didn't see.
Hours passed and InkCap jerked into awareness when you cleared your throat. Standing in front of him, beneath his face, looking up at him.
"Finished!" You declared triumphantly.
InkCap didn't want to be finished. But he didn't voice it. Instead inspected his body. Finding the secretions had slowed a little and certain stains on the ivory white bones of his ribcage had been removed.
Somehow you had made the skeletal part of him so clean it glowed in the dim light.
"You look much better." You told him as he stood. "Honestly, I didn't know parts of you were actual bones. I thought it was my imagination. So, you're a fungal beast that's using the bones as armor, right?"
You were spot on. Different parts of him had been taken from difference monsters. InkCap, the living fungal part of him, had burrowed into every inch of the suit he carved from corpses and foliage. Like veins and nerves in your body.
It was how he could feel every touch from you. And why he felt like he craved that warmth from your hands.
"Let's see how that holds up." You said, unaware of the battle InkCap was currently raging within himself. "If you don't mind it, I can keep doing that to help minimize how much muck stains the lair. But it's entirely up to you."
Oh yes, he was going to have you do that again and again. Regardless of the mess he did or did not make.
Grace and Rocky play hide and seekâ or Rocky finds out about persistence hunting the hard way, and Grace gets some pumpkins to roll around his enclosure.
I wanted to experiment with a more sketchy comic, instead of spending weeks and weeks on making it âPerfectââ and I had so much fun with it!! I need to do these more!
Honestly, it's so frustrating seeing a comment that is trying to guilt me into speeding up my writing.
I absolutely love seeing sweetly or jokingly impatient comments asking for more parts to a story. I think they're hilarious! And I totally get it, but at least some of you add a - "please take all the time you need" or something along those lines.
But seeing "it hasn't been updated in a year. What a waste." is so disgusting.
I love writing long and elaborate stories.
I adore creating characters and fun scenes for others to read and share in my giddiness over making fictional creatures kiss fictional versions of ourselves.
But I do this for free! So much of this, is done in my own time and for free!
And some people have the nerve to act as if they own me or my writing? And then get pissy when I remind them that this is a hobby and I do this at my pace..
You get it when you get it. I'm sorry but that's the way it is.
I love you all so much because you're all so supportive and sweet and fun to write for. But some really need a reality check.
I am not a machine.
I am home-growing these stories and sometimes the fields aren't growing.
And your "AI can do this quicker" or "it's been so long, you're just lazy" is disgusting.
Pairing: Akthar (M!Naga) x F!Reader
Themes: Modern fantasy, Monster x Human Society, Co-worker secret relationship, comfort, fluff, animalistic instincts causing problems
Word Count: 3.8k
Notes:
This was a commission for a sweet-heart client! It's been a while since I've worked on a modern day theme and it was fun working on Demi-Human themes! Thank you again for commissioning!! It was such a wonderful time working with you!
Early mornings started slowly. Akthar's alarm would sound, filling the dark room with its piercing tone that woke you up instantly. But Akthar took longer to stir - waking inch by inch, his tail curled more tightly around your body and his strong arm sought your waist to pull you more closely against his chest.
You didn't need to get up for another two hours but you always adored these moments. The way Akthar would bury his face into your neck, spooning you from behind but encasing you in scale and cool muscle.
The blanket you shared had valleys and mountains across the mattress. Hinting at the long, heavy tail that very, very slowly began to move beneath the soft duvet. After a long moment of the screeching alarm, you poked Akthar enough that he gave in and leaned across the bed, half crushing you against the sheets, to reach his phone and silence the alarm.
"Five more minutesssâŚ" Akthar's accent came through thicker when he was groggy. His breath fanned over your shoulder as he returned to snuggling into you. And you twisted in his arms to cuddle up against his chest. Hiding your face from the light that twinkled from his phone.
His body began to sag against you. His tail had slithered between your legs, tangling around your calf and soon you had to try and wriggle your foot out or else lose feeling entirely. Akthar's tail was heavy. Heavier than most Naga you've come to find out. Being a demi-python, a constrictor species, he was all muscle. All meant for one purpose - not that he really needed to do that anymore. But the sheer amount of muscle definitely portrayed that old lifestyle. And when he got comfortable, or situations like this where he was falling back asleep, the dead weight of his tail would crush whatever was beneath it.
That being you, as of this moment. And after some wriggling and half-hearted shoving, you managed to get into a position that saved your blood circulation. He barely stirred. Only opening his arms enough for you to get comfortable before settling back down and returning his face to the crook of your neck.
Warmth. He would tell you when you teased him about how much of a cuddler he was. You're warm and soft. I like the feeling of you in my arms.
You were just falling back asleep when Akthar's alarms trilled to life once more.
A heavy, hissing groan rippled through Akthar's chest and he reached over once more to silence it. But this time he didn't return to your arms. He hovered above you, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before nudging your chin up so he could nuzzle along your neck. His lips trailed over your pulse point and you shivered as a tickling sensation followed the touch.
It took some time to get use to a Naga's physical affections. The small rituals that Akthar would do before separating himself from you for the day.
Nuzzling was a popular one with Akthar. And it was never anything more than your version of a kiss or a hug. So, when you turned your head to groggily press your nose against his cheek - shadowing his affections - Akthar practically melted back into your embrace.
With a soft 'oof' you welcomed him back into the dangerous terrain of comfort.
"Akthar, if you stay here any longer you won't make it to work." You warned him. Smiling when his tail shifted under the blanket, coiling and rubbing his scales together in a showcase of irritation.
"Work isss a torturousss consstruct made by cruel people of power." Akthar whined against your cheek. Huffing a heavy sigh. "I would not trade our comfortss for anything but I ssometimess do missss the sssimplicity of my old life."
You lifted your hand and ran your fingers through Akthar's long dark hair. It went past his shoulders, a mixture of black and brown hues - similar to the color of his tail. And the strands were thick. Luxurious waves that were usually braided or pinned up to fit the uniformed demand of his job.
His body gave a violent shiver when your nails gently scratched against his scalp. "You make it even more difficult to get out of bed, Moussse."
His nickname for you, whispered on that heavy, sleepy accent made you laugh. "I know. If I could, I'd happily keep us both here. But we both need money."
Another irritated hiss. One you felt through his body and down along his scales. "I do need to go sshopping thisss afternoon. Eating once a day iss sssuch a chore. I missss only needing to eat once a monthâŚ"
"But then you sleep for ages afterwards." You pouted playfully. Stifling a yawn with the back of your hand. Letting your eyes close while still combing your fingers through Akthar's hair. "And we wouldn't have time together if that was the case."
"You could ssleep with me." Akthar's lips twitched in a rare smile. "Curled up in our nice, cozy cave. Digessting our food.. left in peace.. hmm, ssounds lovely."
With great effort, Akthar peeled his torso from yours. Pausing just long enough to nuzzle along your jaw again before fully removing himself from your shared bed.
Demi-Humans shared many qualities with Humans. Naga shared the torso and facial features of a Human. Some more than others could pass for Human entirely - but Akthar was more serpent than Humanoid.
His long constrictor tail gave him away the most. But his features caused a slight uncanny reaction in people. His eyes were a little too big, the pupils were slits and the iris' held an otherworldly pattern within their bright colors. Then there was his mouth. When he was silent, most could pass his lips off as being thin and an unfortunate length across his face.
But when he spoke, he displayed the true constrictor side of him. His jaws could open unnaturally wide for a Human's. Displaying rows of fangs and a mouth that could easily swallow a large meal with no issues.
You never shied away from Akthar whenever his serpent features became more present. But many at your office building, where you and Akthar worked, gave him a wide berth when possible.
Akthar didn't mind.
At least that's what he told you.
When you had met him, he had been the new intimidating security guard. He said nothing most of the time. Only ever giving a curt greeting or a dip of his head when someone spoke to him.
You wore him down over time to give you more than that, however. Little nods turned into gruff 'good morning's when you arrived for your workday. You managed to wriggle a chuckle or two out of him after that and eventually one thing led to another and you were now smothered nightly against him.
An outcome you never saw coming but were nonetheless happy about.
Forcing your eyes to open, you watched the silhouette of Akthar move about the room - gathering his clothes for the day in the dark. Able to see due to his eyes being naturally better for nocturnal hunting.
"Remember you have that meeting at eleven." Akthar's smooth voice broke through your dreary staring. Now that he was starting to wake up, the hiss to his words was beginning to fall away.
It was your turn to groan in irritation. "Maybe we should call in sick today." You mumbled softly and threw the blankets over your head as if you could hide from your responsibilities.
"That would look a little suspicious." Akthar murmured somewhere to the right of the bed. "A Human woman was last seen getting chummy with a Naga and then goes missing the next day? Horrifying."
Akthar had a tone to his voice when he was being sarcastic. It had taken you a long time to pick out when and where he was joking, this being one of those times.
You threw back the blanket and glared at the shape of him somewhere in the dark. "I was not getting chummy. I brought you a coffee⌠like a sweet and considerate workmate would."
Akthar's laugh came from nowhere near where you had been looking. You turned your head towards the sound, squinting into the dark to try and find him. But only shadows stared back at you. After purchasing the black-out curtains for your room after you started dating Akthar, you've had a hard time figuring out what time it was without looking at your phone.
"I'm sure the Mammals would think differently." Now Akthar's tone had soured just a touch. You didn't mention it. Instead dropped the subject and joined him out of bed.
Now that you were up and not trying to go back to sleep, Akthar flicked on the light. You waited until his eyes adjusted before walking over to him. He leaned down and pressed his brow against yours. Another small physical touch of affection in the Naga world.
"Did you want breakfast?" You asked.
A feigned frustration passed over Akthar as he nodded. "Yes. I suppose I'll indulge in the annoying ritual of eating every day⌠three times a day⌠ridiculousâŚ"
Akthar left for work first. And when you arrived, you saw him by the doors of the office building. His gaze tracked the morning arrivals closely, nodding when someone greeted him but mostly stood silently by the doors. Letting the world pass around him as if he were nothing more than a statue on display.
You parked in your usual spot. Spying some of your work colleagues nearby chatting by the outdoor area that was shaded by thick canopies and lush gardens. It was a nice spot to eat lunch and enjoy some outdoor time before, and around, your work hours. There was usually always a group there enjoying their morning coffee before heading inside.
Leaving your car, you started down the path towards the building. Giving the gathered group a smile and a polite 'morning!' as you passed. They were from your floor. You've traded work and reports with them multiple times.
They were Demi-Humans. More specifically Demi-Mammals; a tall, gray furred cat woman with beautifully drawn lines sharpening her feline gaze. A Satyr, who was a touch more humanoid than goat but still had the furry, crooked legs with polished hooves and two Demi-Canines. Who greeted you with wide smiles and little waves.
However, as you passed, their smiling greetings faltered. You didn't notice the way their noses twitched in your direction. Nor glimpse the worried glances that passed between the group before the Demi-Feline, Hela, called out to you - stalling your advance towards Akthar.
When you turned, she gestured you over, her ears angled back slightly atop her head.
You joined the group in the shade, looking between them quizzically - expecting a work question. But instead, Hela cleared her throat and gave a smile could only be described as uncomfortable.
"Good morning, I'm sorry to jump you with such a personal question⌠but have you been hanging out with Akthar after work?"
Now, you were use to Hela being forward with her curiosity. When she first started working with you, it seemed like nothing was beyond her search for answers.
It was in the Demi-Feline nature, apparently. You didn't mind. Hela was understanding of boundaries when you placed them - though sometimes you've had to be more firm with her on certain topics. But nonetheless, you two got on great.
So, such a personal question usually wouldn't stir any unpleasant feelings in your chest. But the way these Demis were looking at you almost lookedâŚpitiful. For some reason that made your mind bristle defensively.
"Why?" You asked bluntly in return.
Maybe your tone was a little more sharp than you intended. But your reply had Hela's whiskers twitching. "It's just that⌠well⌠I know Humans haven't had much experience with certain Demi-Humans ⌠especially a reptilian variant⌠so you won't know much about their kind like we do."
You were starting to get suspicious.
You looked between the other Demis and they all had similar expressions. Concern. Uncertainty. The Satyr, Buabe, looked downright anxious - looking past Hela towards the office building. Towards Akthar.
The shaggy haired Demi-Canine - Pep - stepped forward. Their floppy ears swooping down even further in an attempt to look smaller. To keep the conversation calm even when you felt like you shouldn't be very calm right now. "You know Demi-Reptiles are cold blooded, yeah? Sometimes that can make it hard for them to⌠you know⌠understand emotionsâŚ" You didn't say anything right away. And Pep continued on their little fumbling rant. "We're just looking out for is all! They're not like us. Demi-Mammals and Humans can get along great because of our shared mannerisms. But Demi-Reptiles are different. Out in the Wilds⌠look, please don't take this the wrong way. We're not trying to get him fired or isolate him. We're just making sure you're ok. The scent on you⌠it's quite potentâŚ"
"We can tell you've shared a bed." Hela nodded. Her blunt accusation made the others gasp and your cheeks warmed uncomfortably. "Demi-Reptiles don't feel emotions like we do and we just want to make sure he's not⌠you knowâŚ"
"No. I don't know." You crossed your arms over your chest, almost glaring at the Demis in front of you. "What could he be doing?"
Hela sighed heavily. As if inconvenienced by your question. "Don't make us say it. Please."
"You all brought it up. And I don't even know what it is." You snipped back. You let the uncomfortable silence stretch on more than what would be deemed necessary. But you were waiting for them to answer you. "You say Demi-Reptiles don't feel emotions but do you actually know that? Or is this just a Demi thing?"
It was your turn to touch on something sensitive in the group. It was obvious they were made more uncomfortable by your question. All four of them stared at you as if you had slapped them. Hela answered you. Her ears flat against her head. "That's unfair. We're just looking out for you."
"What you're doing is accusing a Demi of behaviors that you don't fully understand." You huffed. "Demi-Reptiles don't feel emotions? What kind of bullshit is-"
"Akthar!" Buabe's greeting was far too loud and far too obnoxiously sweet to be natural. "I don't think I've ever seen you away from the door before." Buabe was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Trying to make a joke to distract the Naga that was coming up behind you.
You turned to greet him. Giving him a small smile when his sharp gaze wandered from the group to you. "Everything ok? Your heart-rates are elevated."
It was very clear the question was directed to you. But Akthar was smooth enough to make it look like his query was voiced towards the entire group.
Pep's ears drooped even lower. A submission in dominance, even though he was trying very hard to smile. "You can hear our heart-beats from all the way over there?" He asked through a chuckle.
"No. I can feel them." Akthar replied but gave no further explanation. You knew Akthar could feel a pulse easily by touch. And heat was a dead give-away to emotions, so it wouldn't surprise you that Akthar perhaps sensed the rise in both and came over to investigate.
Or he said that in his way of a joke. Outside your little secret bubble, where Akthar was tense and professional - he was near impossible to read.
His words had the Demi-Humans twitching.
Honestly, you thought they deserved it after what they said.
"Everything's fine." You told him. Giving him a small smile and a nod, hoping he understood anything he sensed from you wasn't dire or upsetting. You were just now irritated. A mood that will dwindle away once you started working and got your mind off what Hela had said.
You turned back to the group. "I'll see you all inside. And please keep my personal life out of any work discussions from now on. Unless you're educated on a matter."
Hela was the only one who held your gaze. But she nodded. Looking between you and Akthar with ears that were pinned back and flat against her head.
Akthar joined you on the walk to the office doors.
His tail made a soft scraping noise as he slithered across the concrete path. Decorated with thick protective pads to keep his scales from being practically cheese-grated while traversing the city streets.
"Is everything really ok?" He asked once you were some distance from the group.
You sighed heavily. Exhaling the tension from your chest out into the air to start the day fresh before heading inside. "Yeah. You don't need to worry. I told you about how Hela sometimes oversteps boundaries with her curiosity?" Akthar nodded. "Well, she just asked some personal questions and I didn't feel like she needed answers."
Akthar nodded again. His face a mask of neutrality. But the smallest hint of thoughtfulness creased the corners of his eyes. "Sorry if I overstepped. I saw them crowding you and⌠wellâŚ" This time his features cracked with a sheepish grimace. "I think I'll just stick to the apology. There's no excuse for me barging in like that."
"No need to apologize. I think you saved me from ripping them all a new one for what they said." You forced a light-hearted chuckle and Akthar quickened his glide along the path to reach the door first. Opening it for you once you reached it. "I'll talk to you this afternoon." You told him. Offering a genuine, warm smile before entering the building.
Akthar nodded. Dipping his head in that polite courtesy of his and closed the door behind you.
"Are you ok?"
Akthar's voice pulled you from your spacey mindset. Your phone sat in your palm, resting on the coil of Akthar's tail that was lazily circled around your waist. His voice came from your right. From his position on the massively wide couch, lounging beside you - watching you with a slight edge to his gaze. "You've been distant since we got home."
You winced. About to deny it, but then you thought better of it. But what on earth could you say to him?
That the Demi-Mammals' words wiggled into your brain and you've been churning it all in your head since your first hour at work? That somehow, even after the months of dating - you were only now going over every little interaction between you two, looking forâŚsomething. And you didn't even know what you were looking for.
You knew it was stupid. The logical side of your brain was choking the illogical side into submission but the doubt was there. A seed of uncertainty that had rooted itself in your head.
Because yes, you knew nothing about Akthar's kind - you only knew Akthar. And even then, you've only been dating for a few months now. With work keeping you both busy you barely got time nowadays to learn anymore about him than the surface details.
"It's nothing." You lied. Feeling your own words grate against your tongue.
Akthar's gaze narrowed slightly. And his tail tightened around you. A pressure built until you were sure you'd need to remind him you had bones and organs - but then the strength stalled and you were pulled into Akthar's waiting arms.
He was gentle. Careful of how much force he used to shift you along the couch. It made the guilt about your thoughts worsen.
"You know I can tell you're lying." Akthar huffed against your shoulder. Resting his chin there to look up at you. Giving you no chance to ignore the probing question in his eyes. "Your heart flutters when you tell a lie." His scales shifted against your thighs - smooth and cool. "Is it about what the Mammals said this morning?"
You flinched. Then looked at him in surprise. "You heard?"
"Parts of it." Akthar murmured. Lifting his chin from your shoulder to rest properly against the back of the couch. His gaze had shifted to the TV - distant and thoughtful. Completely oblivious to the show on the screen. "There's old myths about reptilian Demi-Humans that refuse to be laid to rest. Even after we have integrated well into Human Society, Mammals can't let go of old scary stories."
You slumped against the cushions. Leaning into Akthar's side, cradled under his muscled arm. "I know, it's stupid-"
"Your feelings aren't stupid." Akthar said in return. His tone was sharp and he immediately glanced at you. Those beautiful otherworldly eyes searching for something in your expression. "I'm sorry. I justâŚ" He took a deep breath. His chest expanding and crumbling under the soft cotton shirt he wore. "I'm trying to be more like a human partner but I'm still learning your customs for dating. Naga customs are different. And I know sometimes I can come off distant but I never want you to feel like I'm not thinking about you." The words tumbled out of his mouth like water from a faucet. Akthar didn't seem to know he could stop when you placed a hand on his, giving his fingers a squeeze. It was the most he has ever spoken at once. "I want to be a good partner for you. And if I'm not doing well enough, I-"
You hushed him with a hand over his mouth. He looked at you in surprise.
Whatever guilt you had felt before was nothing compared to the wretched regret that now coursed through your chest. You wish you could go back in time and reset the day with this sudden surge of reassurance.
Akthar should never never have had to explain himself like this. You thought woefully.
You moved your hand from his lips to cup the side of his face. Holding him still so it was his turn to be forced to look at you. "You are doing amazing. You're sweet and thoughtful and caring and do not think for one minute that this doubt is because of you. I wish I can take it all back. Tell those Mammals to mind their own business. I'm sorry I made you doubt yourself." You inched closer until your nose could press against the soft skin under his jaw.
The exact same way Akthar shows affection to you. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm not doing enough for you as a partner." The words were half-whispered. Soft and gentle against his skin and Akthar encircled you with his arms. Crushing you, with a reasonable amount of strength, against his chest.
"You are the perfect partner. I promise." Akthar sighed against your hair. Nuzzling along your cheek and jaw. You both stayed like that until your show switched to another episode. The dim light in the room suddenly falling black until the starting scenes flared to life.
A yawn stretched Arhat's jaw wide. Rows of sharp teeth and a long forked tongue were displayed to you for a second before his lips closed once more. His smile was sheepish. "Sorry. I ruined a perfectly nice moment."
"You've been up since four." You chuckled. Looking at the time on your phone. "Want to call it? Have an early night to go cuddle?"
"Sounds perfect."
Quick Links: Vgen / Commission Information / Masterlist / Blog Introduction Post
I don't know where the ask has gone, but to whoever asked for a small drabble with The Ghoul and reader about him liking how Reader looks in his hat - this is for you!
It seems to have vanished! But thankfully I had the drabble written down.
The Ghoul wasn't quite sure what prompted him to do it the first time. The rain was coming down in heavy sheets and maybe it was the way you grimaced as the acidic drops splashed against your face, stinging your eyes - but before he could comprehend what he was doing, The Ghoul placed his hat on your head and it stayed there until you both found shelter.
It looked good on you, he realized. So he didn't hesitate to slap it down on your head again when the sun was hot and near blinding over the Wasteland sand.
He was use to it. You were not. It caused headaches and made looking through a scope difficult. So, The Ghoul shaded your eyes with the broad brim of his head. Not a word uttered.
Just a gruff acknowledgement whenever you handed it back.
The third time it happened, it was mid-argument. He didn't really realize he did it. Not until you said something that made him scoff and to shut you up, he tugged the brim down low - making you laugh.
When you tilted your head back to look up at him - the way his hat framed your gaze, shadowing your face from the harsh sun...oh yeah, he liked the way you looked in his hat.
Now you were its second home.
Whenever The Ghoul didn't need it, he wouldn't place it on a table or rest it on the ground - it found its way to your head. And then it started becoming a ritual whenever he had to leave. Giving you some order or slim reassurance that he'd be fine while placing the broad brim low over your eyes.
It was like a promise that he'd be right back to retrieve it. He'd always come back to youâŚto get his hat, of course.
Thank you for sending in that ask! Even tho it poofed from the inbox!
Drabbles, head-canons, asks and short requests are open!
"Sometimes I would walk the Lumenflower fields and gaze upon the quiet sea. Oh, how peaceful the Fishing Hamlet was! Just how could we have poisoned it so?"
Tree House, 2025. A closer look at one of the new illustrations I made for my art book Faraway Dreaming, published earlier this year by Atthis Arts. I used mixed media for all the illustrations in the book, combining traditional ink drawing and digital coloring.
When you were assigned this job, you never expected to gain your own guard-dog.
Unintentionally, your soldier scared off most normal people. A lot of the time they didn't need to do anything rightfully intimidating. A flash of teeth when they yawned sent the rookies scattering - their nagging questions forgotten. Or the sight of their pointed ears flicking downwards when someone's tone darkens a little too much shatters a grown man's bravado.
Small things that resulted in some terrified reactions.
At the start, your relationship was awkward. But in the professional sense. You were both bumbling around each other while simultaneously learning boundaries and acclimating to each other's presence.
You've worked with hybrids and minotaurs before. Even a griffon who was proud and unyielding until some sort of connection was made. You were not new to the behavioral differences in people that had instincts stronger and older than anything you could understand.
But there was somethingâŚcordial about the ancient curse that made working with a werewolf easier.
It was like they craved comradery. But being an afflicted being with a short temper that shifted with each phase of the moon made making friends a little difficult.
So, when you didn't flinch at their clipped words or shy away from the rare growl - they warmed up to you quick enough.
You trained together for the first six months. You both worked hard to make this partnership work - even in the rocky moments, you never faltered as their Handler. Always patient. Always understanding. Giving them time to learn your voice over the radio and your scent amongst a crowd.
On the full moon, your soldier would ask for a piece of your clothing to wear while they was at their most beastial. Just so they could get use to your smell while 'lost in the sauce' - as they put it.
You learned there was not two minds warring for control over one body, but instead a bleeding effect would happen between the animal and the human personalities.
On the waxing moon, their instincts grew sharp and they would act on impulse rather than logic - which is where you were needed sometimes. Your soldier wasn't a mindless animal by any means but sometimes they needed a little nudge or a command to bring them back.
On the waning moon, your soldier returned to their normal self. They'd lose some of the hair they accumulated over the time of the full moon - shedding - much to their frustration. It became part of your monthly routine to get them de-shedding shampoo or else they'd forget and clog up the shower drains after training.
Tracking was where your soldier shined. Finding scents even in the most gut-wrenching environments or keeping to a trail over hundreds of acres of dense forest.
The first time you went out in the field with them, you thought the Trainers had gone easy on them.
"Next time challenge us." You huffed in frustration, believing they had made an easy course for the newbies.
"WeâŚdid. This test usually takes other teams days to complete."
Your soldier didn't seem surprised. And were sheepish when you complimented them.
"Was nothin'." They would usually reply to your praise.
You learned pretty early that positive reinforcement worked well with them. No matter how much they bashfully try to dodge your praise - you knew they chased it.
Your soldier went above and beyond, breaking records and completing tasks faster than anyone before them. Then they'd turn to you, smiling - waiting for the 'Good job, bud!'
It was absolutely adorable.
That also meant that when they messed up, your soldier would take the mistake to heart.
They'd sulk for days over it. Train harder to overcome whatever limited them before. And no amount of reassurances from you or the other Trainers would break the dark cloud until your soldier made up for their mistake.
They were stubborn and ruthless. A dangerous combination when that determination was focused on themselves. Meaning that your job as a Handler included forcing a head-strong werewolf into resting. Reminding them that if they didn't take time to look after themselves, that you'd be more disappointed than ever.
It worked every time.
You never weaponized their need for validation but sometimes your secret weapon needed to be utilized.
Pack-Bonding was the official joking term you both used when you weren't training to take out threats. You ate together in the mess hall. Accompanied each other to the gym - you couldn't spot for them. But they eagerly pushed you to your limits and then-some whenever you were working out.
"How do you expect to keep up with me out there if you don't work on that cardio?" Your soldier would grin whenever you'd collapse off the treadmill with jelly-like legs.
You were partners in everything on base. Including recreation time. Which usually meant Werewolf!soldier was napping somewhere nearby while you caught up on paperwork and reports. With their high metabolism and other crazy bodily changes, they needed to sleep more than the normal soldier.
Which meant you were often accompanied by a large sleeping wolfperson in your office while answering emails or organizing meetings with the higher-ups. Depending on the phase of the moon - the image of this could range from a large humanoid wolf curled up under your desk or a very hairy person snoring away on your office couch. Too big to properly fit with their legs and arms hanging off the sides.
They were an excellent deterrent against anyone that didn't have an emergency. Because who in their right mind would wake up a werewolf who was catching up on some shuteye after the full moon?
No one.
Maybe a general or marshall but most of them were pretty in-touch with your schedules to avoid interrupting the werewolf!soldier's rest.
The two of you made a powerful and very dangerous duo. And on your first mission together, you watched months of training pay-off in the flawless execution of a rescue mission. You both returned unscathed. Ready to sleep for a month straight, but safe and confident in your partnership.
Request: would you be able to write a story with a fem!reader, male orc, and male minotaur smoking weed together and then having a threesome? you can do whatever you want from there:)
Best pussy ever
Orc x minotaur x fem!reader || sharing is caring, dirty talk, breeding || tw: recreational drugs
Spending time with your best friends is always fun, but when one of them has a little bit of extra spice to make it giggly and carefreeâŚ
Itâs like the whole world crashed into the background, and everything that exists is right here, only the three of you in this room. All three of you are lounging in a big sofa-slash-bed that feels like a cloud under your body as you take another hit and pass it along.
Theyâre laughing about something, and you are just⌠quietly listening. Their inhuman voices always dulled you into a sense of comfort that left you pliant and shut your brain to all your worries.
Which isnât always good, because a silent brain means a brain ready to think about how hot it would be to be the sandwich between your minotaur and orc best friends. And they arenât making it easy on you, talking about girls.
Your minotaur best friend is sighing in exasperation while he complains about his latest fuck-buddy. âSo I told her we wouldnât be hooking up anymore, but good goddess am I horny nowadays.â
âDude, donât be stupid, she was so bad for you.â Your orc best friend was telling him, taking a deep breath and releasing a cloud of smoke above his head, obscuring his handsome green face for a tiny second.
âI know, I knowâŚâ The minotaur pouts. âBut human pussy is just superior.â
You try not to laugh at their stupidity, but then both of them turn in your direction, arched eyebrows and equally predatory smiles. âCan you confirm that, darling?â Your big green best friend asks.
You let out an incredulous laugh: âI canât talk about every pussy, but mine is pretty good. Got no complaints so far.â You take another slow breath, the smoke warming my chest.
They stare at you mesmerized, gaping like fish as if I just said something revolutionary. The orc sighs, and his tone turns whiny, his hand repositioning his dick in his pants as you stare. âDamn, darling, I wish I could try it.â
You canât look away from his crotch, and the words stumble out of you before you can think anything more: âMaybe⌠Maybe you can.â Did you just say that? Did you just offer your pussy to your best friend? He takes one last inhale before killing the blunt.
âWhat?! Not fair! I was the one longing for human pussy, and he gets it and I donât?â The minotaur is ready to break the spell, but his words only make the room more tense in anticipation.
You look between them, your body loose and your brain content, and thinking about it⌠You want it. You want them. âWell⌠Maybe you can have a try, too?â You offer him, smiling shyly in their direction and giggling, your brain still fuzzy in the best way possible.
They were speechless, and the orc was the first one to break the silence. âDo you mean it? Like, do you really mean it?â
Do you want to be fucked by two big monsters? You donât have to think hard about the answer: âYes.â
âFuck, Iâve been waiting for this moment so long,â the minotaur says. You smile in his direction, hoping it expresses how much youâve been waiting for this, too.
It must have because in less than a second they are crossing the distance between you. The minotaur pushes you back against the cushions and attacks your mouth like a starving man. You feel the hands of the orc on your side, and you moan, your pussy getting wet and making both of them moan at the scent of your arousal.
Itâs rushed, itâs needy and itâs fucking perfect.
âAre you getting wet for us, darling?â The orcâs voice is way lower than usual, and it does things to you. Naughty things. Things that only get wetter the second his hand finds your boobs, and he starts groping you like thereâs no tomorrow.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Thatâs so hot. You are so hot. They are so hot. Your head feels like cotton candy and each touch is like lightning to your senses.
You are losing your mind. Your brain is floating in a cloud, and you canât focus on anything thatâs not their hands on your body, their groping touches and the minotaurâs mouth currently sucking a hickey on your neck.
Clothes fly everywhere, and soon the contact of skin-on-skin is driving you insane with desire to have them in you ASAP. âWho goes first?â You ask, parting your legs to show them your glistening pussy.
They moan in unison, and you smirk at them, your fingers reaching down to rub your clit while they try to hold themselves back. The minotaur points at you, telling the orc: âYou go, youâve been waiting for this the longest.â
âYou have?â You ask him, surprised by it. You knew he looked at you all hot and bothered sometimes, but you thought it was just casual.
He leans down to kiss your lips softly. âYou have no idea, darling,â he sounds so earnest your heartbeat goes crazy in your chest while he positions himself on top of you.
The second you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy, you let out the longest and most needy moan youâve ever let out, and they both chuckle. Your brain feels like itâs inside a cloud, and every touch is amplified by a thousand. The minotaur lays next to you, kissing every inch of skin he can reach when you feel the first press of the orcâs cock against your opening.
âOpen up for me, darling. Let me fill you to the brim,â he whispers.
Itâs like he has the keys to your internal control, because the second the words are out of his mouth, heâs pressing inside and opening you wider than anything before. Heâs so big, and so hot, and feels so fucking good you canât stop babbling, not even sure about what words are leaving your mouths. But neither of them seem to care while they focus on bringing you pleasure.
It takes him a while to get fully inside, but your body is already trembling with the need to come undone. His thrusts are swallow and hard, and heâs hitting your G-spot each single time, making your eyes roll back into your head and your heels dig onto his back.
The minotaur pulls his mouth away from your nipple, licking it one more time before looking at the orc and requesting: âTell me how she feels. Tell me how good her pussy is.â The way he talks about you as if you arenât there makes you clench, and the orc grunts loudly.
âOh goddess. Sheâs so tight. Iâm not gonna last, sheâs clenching on me like a fucking vice. Good goddess, darling. Your pussy is perfection. Youâre perfection.â
You moan something like a response that ends up sounding like a choked plea, and he accelerates, his hand resting on your lower abdomen, pressing down when his thumb rubs over your clit. You let out a banshee scream when the orgasm hits you, and heâs not far behind, thrusting half a dozen more times and releasing everything he has inside of you.
You are breathing hard when he pulls back, his eyes zeroing on your leaking pussy. âLook at that, sheâs so pink and soft. Her hole is still clenching over nothing, so eager to take moreâŚâ The orc says, making you clench again, moaning. You just came but you need more. âWhat a dirty girl you are, darling,â he adds before kissing you senseless.
You feel the cushions around you dip when they change positions, your orc not breaking the kiss while he moves. âMy turn,â the mionotaur says, making you two break the kiss.
The first look at the minotaurâs cock makes your spent pussy twitch. Heâs so fucking big, you arenât sure heâs going to fit, but dang if you didnât want to try either way.
âIt will fit,â both of them say at the same time, making all three of you giggle while he sits back. You straddle his hips, his dick positioned perfectly.
You lower your pussy slowly, marveling at the stretch while they are transfixed by the way your pussy is swallowing him. By the time heâs inside of you, all three of you are panting. âReady?â The orc asks. âRide him, darling. Ride him like the bull he is.â
The orc kneels behind you, hands on your hips as he moves you above the minotaur, helping you ride him. The pace is fast and deep, pulling almost all the way out before you let gravity impale you onto his dick. You do this a dozen times, but with each new thrust, you get closer and closer to your release. Heâs just so fucking big, he presses every single one of your pleasure points at once, and itâs driving you insane.
âRub her clit. Iâm close. Fuck. Her pussy is perfection,â the minotaur mumbles, and the orc complies.
The second his fingers touch your clit, you are throwing your head back and falling onto the minotaurâs dick so heâs as deep as possible when your orgasm hits. You clench around him almost painfully as he bellows, releasing everything he has inside of you.
You lay over his chest, the orc pressing against your back and rolling to the side so they are sandwiching you. Your combined pants are the most amazing symphony to your ears.
âBest pussy ever,â the minotaur says, sending all of you into a fit of giggles, breaking the bubble.
this genuinely makes me so mad. some of you really donât deserve fanfics. at all.
comment like this, besides the ai witch hunt, is one of the reasons why fanfic writers donât want to post their fics anymore.
we write for free. whenever we can. whenever we have time. whenever weâre not too exhausted by life and responsibilities. we write for our own enjoyment. as a hobby. not a job. we update whenever we can. whenever we want. we do not owe anybody anything.
one of my favorite fics was updated after literal 13 years. but the point is that fanfic writers do not owe you anything. whether a fic was abandoned forever or updated after a decade or two is not something you as a stranger has a say in.
stop being entitled. stop treating fanfic writer as a content farm or a machine that produces contents for your enjoyment.
weâre not your employees. weâre not your slaves. weâre kind enough to share what we write for our own enjoyment with you for free. so either respect and appreciate us or be quiet.
I haven't written for Tentacle Co-Worker in a while and I got to thinking of some domestic stuff about them.
TCW means "tentacle co-worker". Just so I don't have to write that out every single time.
TCW who tried their hand at baking for the first time because you make such delicious treats that they wanted to give something back. They watch cooking shows and look up recipes - consuming any and all videos to make sure they make something good.
TCW realizes baking is just alchemy and excels at it. Their tentacles are excellent at deciding texture - whether or not more butter is needed or more flour. Their sharp sense of taste allows them to decide if they need more vanilla extract or more salt. They quickly discover that you can never have enough vanilla extract.
TCW who spends an entire weekend baking because they're having fun and learn they're very good at baking. So, when you arrive Sunday afternoon for a movie - you're welcomed by every inch of their kitchen covered in baked goods.
You don't eat dinner. But instead gorge yourself on many, many types of cookies, cakes and muffins. Giving a review for each batch.
TCW becomes playfully grouchy when you tell them that all their vanilla muffins taste the sameâŚbut when they eat some, he's adamant that the second batch have a sharp kick to them. Where the third batch is sweeter. To youâŚit's all delicious vanilla and cinnamon muffins.
TCW then takes the leftovers into the office and starts a war between monsters and humans about the tastes. It's very obvious that certain monsters can taste the differences better than humansâŚbut it's quite funny watching a harpy argue with the HR representative about the use of nutmeg and white chocolate in a muffin.
TCW later asks if you have any family recipes you'd be willing to share. Because they learnt that some Human families have heritage cookbooks and would love to try any that you are willing to share with him.
He's respectful if you're closed-lipped about them.
But absolutely goes wild if you give him one or two of your great-grandmother's baking recipes.
TCW loves cooking food. He doesn't need to cook to safely consume anything but it's fun to him to try and learn different recipes. Baking sweets turns into a weekly routine for them. Coming into the office with many containers full of baked goods for the office to share.
When you're feeling down or stressed, TCW will bring you a batch of your favorites. Baked to perfection and tasting absolutely divine.
You always get the first batch. No matter what it is, TCW always ensures you're the first person to grab a treat from whatever he makes. And he holds your feedback above anyone else. Always taking note of which treats you liked better or which alterations in the recipes you preferred.
They're starting to fill a notebook with recipes catered more to your tastes than his. It's his little selfish way of making sure you eat and that they're treating you to something no one else can.
