𓏵 your not so local (✨️🇹🇹✨️)victim of, writer's block: college edition !! 𓏵 requests open 🤍 feel free to send in any requests you have, i'll try to get to em𓏵
by now, everyone in the area had heard about the first test run for thinking androids happening at one of the local malls. a means of research, they said. to observe how they interact with humanity in a customer service setting. and while that was all fine and dandy, it didn't really explain why you're trapped in one of the try-on stalls with two of said androids insisting that their style would look better one you.
with how they were initially set up their thinking processors were supposed to be limited to helping customers shop for clothes by style or aesthetic, you walk up to one and if you like the vibe of their outfit? they could help you find more like it!! except when you approached one of them, another one intervened, and the two began having some sort of argument about whose style would suit you better.
somehow they ended up bickering their faceless way into a changing stall, ushering their respective styles of clothing over the door for you to try on. the scene looked more like a competitive fashion show more than anything as the two animated mannequins fought to have you wearing their look. at some point you even suggested combining them, and if they have facial features you knew full well they'd be looking at you as if you just suggested the most absurd thing in the world. yet, surprisingly, they seemed to not mind your compromise, on the one condition that you visit them in the store when you get the chance. who would've thought you'd be bargaining with mannequins....but hey, they managed to get massive discounts on all the clothes you bought!!
a lil smth smth so i can maybe get back into the flow of writing, let's see if the algorithm pushes this one as well lol. and yes, this was inspired by an instagram slideshow of beautifully posed mannequins....
sure everyone wants to fuck the massive rearrange-your-guts dragon but i dont see enough people who want to fuck little dragons. you should be holding out your arm for that crow-sized dragon to perch on you and drink water out of your cupped hand with its raspy little tongue. you should laugh and playfully try to stop it as it worms down into your clothes and scrabbles across your body until it’s puffing tiny dry breaths against your crotch
Here is the incredible cover of the next comic I've co-created with @cheesomancer. The first three pages are now up on Patreon! You can expect 16 pages of super hot werewolf bangin', knotting, and more.
a few Alphonso headcanons cause my other drafts need some heavy work before i post them-
definitely one of if not the most active parent in the entire school. yeah other parents show up for their kids but he makes sure to be there so often that the staff simply let you know as soon as he's approaching the compound.
the one time he didn't pack an extra snack for Ki (Ki'dano, his daughter) to give to you, everyone was in an uproar. there were talks of what if he was a fluke, or other such rumors which were quickly silenced when he arrived out of breath at the staff room. personally delivering it to you since she had left before he could put it in her pack. that had the entire staff room on your ass for weeks.
after dinner, they only got more relentless. Ki in her childish innocence ended up blurting out that Alphonso was already working on a meal plan for the next time you came over. every last one of your coworkers was immediately hounding you for every last detail of the first dinner.
apart from the other teachers, you also had to deal with the rest of your class. by now they could see that Ki was becoming a teacher's pet in a way and they all had questions. at some point one even asked you if you'd be her new mother.
back to Alphonso, he definitely listens to Ki talk about you with a smile on their way home and while she does her homework before dinner.
sometimes he even includes a little "Have a good day" notes with silly faces like "^^" on the corners of whichever piece of paper he found to leave the note on.
fighting ring rabbit hybrid who gets sold after he won a match he was supposed to forfeit, costing his handler a hefty sum. you end up buying him cause he was on sale, not to mention you've been noticing some dodgy figures around your neighborhood.
the first few weeks he's quiet as ever. you treated his lingering injuries as his handler didn't even have the courtesy to clean him up before selling him. you tried asking questions about himself only to get extremely short answers, you ask what he likes? he says exercise, something that's made extremely obvious by how incredibly toned he is. try to figure out what he likes to eat? he says anything, if you ask for specifics he goes quiet and tenses up as if expecting to be punished for not complying. this was going to be more difficult than expected..but that should be fine...right?
about a week into him living with you, those same dodgy figures confirmed their existence by attempting to rob your place. you got home that evening to find him in the living room staring daggers into two young men sat on your couch, they had minor injuries and their weapons were on the floor in front of them. no questions were asked and you took them to the nearest police station to file an official report, making sure to stop by one of the restaurants and buy one of their better vegan dishes even though it cost you a bit (for plot purposes idk). when you gave it to him after you got properly settled in at home, you could see the gears turning in his head then coming to a full stop as he savoured the rewarding meal. maybe living with you wouldn't be so bad.
draft dumping over the next few days in attempt to get back into writing, hopes and prayers they get better along the way and thank you for sticking around if anyone's still here 🤍 (curse you college </3)
eager puppy boy who literally waits in on spot for me to get home when....who spends all day whining and circling at the door till he catches whiff of my scent and his tail is already wagging like crazy by the time i open the door, damn near ready to pounce if i'm not holding anything....eager puppy boy that lays all his weight on me while i reach up and scratch behind his ears for being such a good boy to which his lil tail wags even faster somehow....save me, puppy boy, whisk me away from reality <33
don't have a plot yet but hear me out on monster!monarch who inconveniences vendor!reader while in disguise and wandering about for some important reason, idk ruining their produce or worse their stall, promising to compensate them and leaving their royal seal on the barely standing stall that reader is oblivious to, then promising compensation for the damage they caused only to go ghost, the only sign they were there being the seal that does kinda compensate since, yknow, a stall with the royal seal? ofc they're getting more patrons. then boom. an annual day long festival and the monarch appears in their royal attire, confronting vendor!reader and causing a scene, cause hello?? the monarch is stopping at a street stall and seems to be well acquainted, just who is this person? except reader's main concern is the attention they're attracting to the stall and how much more patrons are about to roll in, which only intrigues monster!monarch, if they weren't already.....chat, am i onto something or am i on something???
as usual, ain't nothing here is proof read, and it's all just thought spew, but i was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this lemme tell you. ALSOOO reference for our centaur dilf cause i can (the Appaloosa design for a general concept <33)
Ki'dano had to bite her tongue to stop herself from bursting into laughter at the scene before her. between her father looking like a lost puppy when he looked at you helping her, and your slight fidgeting under his innocent ogling while struggling not to return his gaze? a light bulb might as well have appeared above her head. at every possible opening there was a question and they only got you more focused on helping her understand, voice ever tender as you carefully explain everything, even asking if she's good to go after each individual step, he could see why your class had such high grades, it only drew him to hover a bit closer to where the two of you sat. that was perfect. she was definitely going to be bragging about today to her classmates after the term break. she'd make sure of it.
with homework long set to the back burner of her mind, she fully zoned in on the way her father seemed to be entranced, as well as the laser focus you had on the worksheet and the blushing smile that twitched to life every now and then...her homework can wait. for now she needs to get you two actually interacting with each other. that was the quickest she had ever put her worksheets and notebooks away, insisting that if dinner was delayed a second longer she'd collapse from famine, a word she learnt during one of your reading lessons and you made sure to reward her with a head pat that made her father's face brighten with a visible smile opposed to ones he'd been hiding since you got there, it was a wonderful sight...
that was until his tail smacked him back to reality and he rushed to set the table, grateful for something to do with his nerves though his ears still flickered every which way from time to time. when Ki'dano took the silverware from him and started placing them on the table, he was a bit taken aback but welcomed the help nonetheless, yet when you tried to help, he sat you in one of the chairs with such gentleness that you dropped the matter entirely, momentarily stunned by how soft his hands were against your shoulders and how close you were to him for the brief seconds...by the time you finished reliving the warmth of his hold on your skin to the pleasantly faint scent of incense that lingered from him, the table was set and both of their seats prepared, you at the top end of the table with a grinning centauress sat to your left, the chair to your right empty only because the striking host was filling three bowls with a lovely smelling soup.
the first bowl was placed in front of Ki'dano, with the second going to you, and him sitting after retrieving his from the counter. he apologized for not asking about your preferences or allergies beforehand, so he had gone with something simple to be on the safe side. his apology was uncalled for however, as soon as the first spoonful touched your tastebuds he swore he caught a glimpse of stars in your eyes and that alone caused a skip in his already jumpy heartbeat, a proud and relieved smile gracing his face as he encouraged the centauress across from him to stop putting the vegetables to the side. between bites of your food, said little gremlin decided to ask the questions she could tell her nervous wreck of a father wanted to. she asked about your thoughts on the food, the verbal praise doing no good for his already swaying tail and occasionally flickering ears as he chuckled, the sound deep, and humbly thanked you for your compliments. she pressed on, wanting to know about your favourite dishes to which he made a mental note of, should he be blessed with having you for company again in the hopefully near future...but mostly to know if he prepared any of them!
surely enough, the main course flowed by with more conversation, you asked questions about both of them and he even relaxed a bit more to the point he could hold eye contact for a few seconds without looking away with flattened ears. Ki'dano still asked the majority of questions, most of which comprised of things she had overheard her father wondering to himself in his dazed mumbles at home. by the time dessert rolled around she was sat in the living room watching her cartoons, leaving you and her father alone at the dining table awkwardly poking your cheesecakes with your forks...surprisingly, he spoke up first, praising your work with Ki'dano with a sincerity that brought about that blushing smile again, he went on the mention how often she talks about you at home, comparing it to how much she talks about her shows and finding himself having a laugh, the sound so naturally mellow that you found yourself laughing along with him. and for possibly the first time you truly looked at the centaur to your right, from the way his face had faint freckles scattered across the entirety of it, even fading down his neck, to the stray curls of his mane that fell just right, and you couldn't help but smile as you praised his parenting that nurtured the young centauress into who she is. and for a moment, the two of you merely stared at each other with tender smiles...
you broke the silence by picking up a playful tone as you finally asked his name, after all, it seemed improper to keep referring to him as "Mr. Winter" after such a lovely dinner, and almost as if a switch had been flipped, he held eye contact and replied with ease, "Alphonso...and to whom might I have the pleasure of inviting over to another dinner?"...it took you a good few minutes of simply staring at him before giving your preferred name. he chuckled and nodded before clearing the table of your empty plates and moving to wash them, Ki'dano bringing hers to the sink once she heard the water running. you were grateful they were both facing away from you cause the blush that overtook your face was criminal. he was comfortable around you now. and you're invited for dinner again?? could the evening get any better???
after tending to the dishes, he insisted on packing you some of the leftover cheesecake to take home before it got too dark outside. Ki'dano begged him to let you stay longer, yet that was short lived once she saw a flash through the windows followed by a loud boom of thunder that had her back on the couch, maybe it was better for you to take an early-ish leave...Alphonso packed your dessert as well as some of the other dishes in a sweet tote bag for you to take home, his hand brushing yours as he handed it over, "Drive safe, and let me know when you get home, okay?" the last part was confusing, but you nodded nonetheless as you recollected your composure and bid them both goodbye, setting the tote bag in the passenger seat before starting your car and taking off. when you got home and unpacked the containers, you noticed something on the bottom of the bag...a piece of paper? with a number on it- so that's what he meant...back at the Winter residence, he had put Ki'dano to bed then was immediately beside himself wondering if he had been too direct. yes, he wanted to be, but what if he overdid it? he spent a good two hours pacing, going back and forth with his own thoughts, till he got a ping from his phone...you had made it home before the rain <3
i care them, your honour. alsooo should i make a tag list? i barely post but there's one or two of you that stick around, so why not right?
happy family trope my beloved cause i'm a sucker for girl dads and centaurs so here we are with a ramble post, emphasis on the rambling part <33
it's just him and his seven year old daughter, her mother having found a better life for herself that required her to leave the country and therefore the two of them since that long of a distance wasn't something they could manage. he's picking up his daughter from school when he finds out they have a human teacher to help all the students learn the human common language, he finds it strange, but his daughter seems to enjoy the class, so he doesn't mind. attempts at conversation are made and as soon as you reply to him in his own language he's caught off guard, there was no set expectation but it certainly wasn't to hear his own tongue roll so smoothly off from the mouth of a human. it was a pleasant surprise, to say the least, as he bid you a friendly goodbye and his daughter followed suit.
from then on you saw him every day, he'd drop the sweet little girl off and she'd trot on over to her desk and friends, while you'd greet each other, always ending up in a lengthy conversation afterwards. the other staff would relentlessly tease you about how perfectly punctual the father-daughter duo had become though. your class wasn't till the end of the day, but you'd often relax in the guard booth as the guard was your friend, and the ac was also the best on campus, so all the fellow teachers had the perfect view of the tall centaur standing at the guard booth long after his child had gone off simply so he could talk to you some more, you'd try to calm their excited heads by saying all your conversations were centered around his daughter's studies, yet of course they were having none of it. and he himself told himself the same thing, he's only a concerned single father wanting to keep informed on his child's studies.
by the middle of the semester you had gotten used to being Ki'dano's favourite teacher, your desk in the staff room always holding at least one of her crafts from her art class accompanied by a piece of fruit or a homemade her father would've given you at the gate. if the teasing from the other teachers was relentless before you'd swear they were getting paid for it now. by lunch time you'd have already encouraged the young centauress to engage with her peers seven times minimum due to her insisting she spends her free time with you, and at dismissals she'd make it her sole duty to praise you even more to her father, who had gone from punctual to early so that he'd have more time to spend with you, still convincing himself he was only doing a father's duty and showing you his gratitude for taking such good care of his daughter.
at the end of her first term with you, the cheeky little thing proposed the idea of you joining them for dinner that weekend, flustering her poor father as he rushed an attempt to smooth it over by saying it's not a problem if you already have plans for the evening, the stunned expression on his face when you agreed with a smile was priceless. Ki'dano had to give you their address in his stead before the poor soul snapped out of his trance and bid you farewell till later, walking out the gate with an ecstatic little centauress at his side. when the two had gotten home he faced an endless amount of teasing, his enthusiasm taking him by surprise as he cleaned the already spotless home and immediately picked out their best casual outfits for later then got dinner on the stove, triple checking each ingredient and step of the recipe, taking a few extra steps in caring for his coat after the food was done, doing a neat braid with his thoroughly combed mane, the only thing left was to wait.
if only you had been there to see how nervous he was while he paced in the living room, Ki'dano having a fun giggle to herself as she sat with her snacks. but you had to get ready yourself, going through your wardrobe trying to find something comfortable that wasn't an oversized tee and cozy pair of shorts. eventually you settled on an outfit you had put together but never gotten the chance to wear, then found a mirror to study your reflection in and make sure your hair as well as face in general was presentable, wouldn't be suitable to show up to your student's house looking anything short of perfect after all, especially with her father present...not that it mattered! not at all, who cares what the tall..beefy..caring centaur dilf thinks...but that's just an average description! everyone would describe him like that!
now, after a good few hours of driving, you're stood face to face with a nervous father and his over excited daughter, the two of you hopelessly staring at each other in fumbled greetings and compliments till the latter pulls you past him and into the warm abode. she sits you on their couch, insisting that you look over the progress she's made on her homework for the break period before dinner, and how could you refuse such a sweet face? and how could he resist watching as you dedicate your time and focus to tenderly correcting his daughter on the mistakes she made, explaining where she went wrong and making sure she understood the correct way to answer the questions....he had to smack himself with his tail to stop his staring for he was afraid he'd bore holes into your poor back, blaming the loud noise on a mosquito and hurrying to busy himself with putting up a candle for the pesky bugs....this was going to be a long evening.
chat should i actually write the dinner with these two being delusional simps and Ki'dano lowkey being their wingman??? stopped it here cause i've been working on it long enough and need to post something-
happy family trope my beloved cause i'm a sucker for girl dads and centaurs so here we are with a ramble post, emphasis on the rambling part <33
it's just him and his seven year old daughter, her mother having found a better life for herself that required her to leave the country and therefore the two of them since that long of a distance wasn't something they could manage. he's picking up his daughter from school when he finds out they have a human teacher to help all the students learn the human common language, he finds it strange, but his daughter seems to enjoy the class, so he doesn't mind. attempts at conversation are made and as soon as you reply to him in his own language he's caught off guard, there was no set expectation but it certainly wasn't to hear his own tongue roll so smoothly off from the mouth of a human. it was a pleasant surprise, to say the least, as he bid you a friendly goodbye and his daughter followed suit.
from then on you saw him every day, he'd drop the sweet little girl off and she'd trot on over to her desk and friends, while you'd greet each other, always ending up in a lengthy conversation afterwards. the other staff would relentlessly tease you about how perfectly punctual the father-daughter duo had become though. your class wasn't till the end of the day, but you'd often relax in the guard booth as the guard was your friend, and the ac was also the best on campus, so all the fellow teachers had the perfect view of the tall centaur standing at the guard booth long after his child had gone off simply so he could talk to you some more, you'd try to calm their excited heads by saying all your conversations were centered around his daughter's studies, yet of course they were having none of it. and he himself told himself the same thing, he's only a concerned single father wanting to keep informed on his child's studies.
by the middle of the semester you had gotten used to being Ki'dano's favourite teacher, your desk in the staff room always holding at least one of her crafts from her art class accompanied by a piece of fruit or a homemade her father would've given you at the gate. if the teasing from the other teachers was relentless before you'd swear they were getting paid for it now. by lunch time you'd have already encouraged the young centauress to engage with her peers seven times minimum due to her insisting she spends her free time with you, and at dismissals she'd make it her sole duty to praise you even more to her father, who had gone from punctual to early so that he'd have more time to spend with you, still convincing himself he was only doing a father's duty and showing you his gratitude for taking such good care of his daughter.
at the end of her first term with you, the cheeky little thing proposed the idea of you joining them for dinner that weekend, flustering her poor father as he rushed an attempt to smooth it over by saying it's not a problem if you already have plans for the evening, the stunned expression on his face when you agreed with a smile was priceless. Ki'dano had to give you their address in his stead before the poor soul snapped out of his trance and bid you farewell till later, walking out the gate with an ecstatic little centauress at his side. when the two had gotten home he faced an endless amount of teasing, his enthusiasm taking him by surprise as he cleaned the already spotless home and immediately picked out their best casual outfits for later then got dinner on the stove, triple checking each ingredient and step of the recipe, taking a few extra steps in caring for his coat after the food was done, doing a neat braid with his thoroughly combed mane, the only thing left was to wait.
if only you had been there to see how nervous he was while he paced in the living room, Ki'dano having a fun giggle to herself as she sat with her snacks. but you had to get ready yourself, going through your wardrobe trying to find something comfortable that wasn't an oversized tee and cozy pair of shorts. eventually you settled on an outfit you had put together but never gotten the chance to wear, then found a mirror to study your reflection in and make sure your hair as well as face in general was presentable, wouldn't be suitable to show up to your student's house looking anything short of perfect after all, especially with her father present...not that it mattered! not at all, who cares what the tall..beefy..caring centaur dilf thinks...but that's just an average description! everyone would describe him like that!
now, after a good few hours of driving, you're stood face to face with a nervous father and his over excited daughter, the two of you hopelessly staring at each other in fumbled greetings and compliments till the latter pulls you past him and into the warm abode. she sits you on their couch, insisting that you look over the progress she's made on her homework for the break period before dinner, and how could you refuse such a sweet face? and how could he resist watching as you dedicate your time and focus to tenderly correcting his daughter on the mistakes she made, explaining where she went wrong and making sure she understood the correct way to answer the questions....he had to smack himself with his tail to stop his staring for he was afraid he'd bore holes into your poor back, blaming the loud noise on a mosquito and hurrying to busy himself with putting up a candle for the pesky bugs....this was going to be a long evening.
chat should i actually write the dinner with these two being delusional simps and Ki'dano lowkey being their wingman??? stopped it here cause i've been working on it long enough and need to post something-
going camping for a weekend as a lil self retreat only to end up the prey of a very determined bear demi-human. running through the forest cause your life literally depends on it, no matter where you run or duck you can hear his heavy paws as if they're right behind you. when he finally catches you he spins you onto your back with a crazed grin through his heavy panting, clearly wanting nothing more than to drink in the shear fear on your face. then you realize he's bare and not half bad looking. with the way all that terror instantly vanishes once you see his face has him absolutely baffled. why does this human seem more relaxed? why are you pressing your hand against his chest like that? why does he like the gentleness behind your touch...? thinking his human form looks like a fuzzy Choso but with a tummy or soft abs...i love imagery while i write.
the next time you look at his face you find his eyes trailing every movement of your hand. all previous bloodlust completely gone. when your hand dips lower, he grows defensive, a low growl emitting from his chest only to calm as your hand returns to it's previous resting place. someone clearly had no human experience in his life...but hey, we aren't called monster fuckers for nothing, and he clearly likes the touches. you scooch yourself upright, surprised that he lets you, but then point to him and redirect your finger to yourself as you slowly sat down. it took repeating the motion a few times, but eventually he got it, breath hitching for a split second when you settle your weight onto his lap and draw your face closer to his, then steadying as he closes the distance himself and settles his clawed hands on your waist to hold you against him. it's a messy, lawless kiss, but fuck was it hot the way he seemed hungry for it. the way you could feel his fingers tense and his tongue demanded entrance to your mouth despite not knowing what to do once there. the violent throbbing against your back providing a very real reminder that this man isn't human.
you try to reposition yourself to see what you're dealing with only to be met with his hand forcefully turning your undivided attention back to him so he can kiss you again as his hips start rutting beneath you, leaving wet streaks on your clothes. you'd almost feel sorry for the poor thing if it wasn't trying to eat you mere moments before. but when he whines, some excuse for him pops into your head as you pry him off of you, ignoring the way he instantly grabs for you, the sweet whines coming to a stop as he watches each article of clothing fall from your frame and your bare figure approaching him. he sits completely still. observes as you take his leaking disaster of a cock and settle it between your folds and shivering at how warm it feels. digging his claws into the dirt beneath him when you start grinding and dragging that warmth along the slick mess that just kept throbbing. it was a surprise he didn't cum from that alone, though by the reddening of his tip you could tell he was close to losing his shit, and as soon as you hovered above then sank it into that same warmth he found so pleasant, he did exactly that.
part of you was worried that was all you'd be getting from that encounter but that was quickly silenced when he wrapped both his arms firmly around your waist and eased the rest of his inches till he just about kissed your cervix, his load from earlier acting as more than enough lube. you had to hold onto his shoulders at the unexpected stretch, but it wasn't as bad as expected, he didn't give you time to sit with that thought though, impatiently starting up with a steady pace that had you questioning whether he really hadn't done this before. between the delicious sounds he made and the way he seemed to hit all the right places, it was hard to decide which was better but that require far more thought than you could muster. the first of your orgasms washed over you with a violent presence as nails sunk into his back and you swore those were stars you were seeing, not to mention the sensation around him triggered another release, this time burying himself properly within your walls, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he savoured every moment of the feeling, clinging to you as if his life depended on it.
by the time his arms release you, you're sat in an uncomfortable mess and a sexlovestruck demi-human looking up at you with a giddy smile while his still hard cock continued to throb from where you sat, maybe the next self retreat will be a simple hotel weekend...
i wanna ride or whatever joseline hernandez said....anywhozies hope you enjoyed this porn with little to no plot <33
