IT'S OCTOBER, AAAAAAAAHHH IT'S THE SPOOKY MONTH, AND WITH SPOOKY MONTH COMES WHAT?? THE SPOOKY MONSTERSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
With that said, i present to you my monster list that i am very much late to finish it already because i literally wrote it today and uhmm,m,m,nm that's it! if you feel like "omg omg i know an ideia that's literally perfect for this monster!!!!" or "aaaaah why isn't this one cool monster i like included on the list?? siighhhh :(((" THEN you can definitely comment it down on this post or.... do it on my blog ask button if you're sooo shy shy of getting caught in the act of being a monster enthusiast! 🤭
yes, they are all x reader
Day 1 - The werewolf
Day 2 - The satyr
Day 3 - The alien
Day 4 - The zombie
Day 5 - The vampire
Day 6 - The tentacles
Day 7 - The harpy
Day 8 - The siren
Day 9 - The merfolk
Day 10 - The mothman
Day 11 - The selkie
Day 12 - The shadow creature
Day 13 - The slime
Day 14 - The cursed statue
Day 15 - The nymph
Day 16 - The unicorn centaur
Day 17 - The tiny one
Day 18 - The goblin
Day 19 - The drider
Day 20 - The ghost
Day 21 - The naga
Day 22 - The doppelgänger
Day 23 - The dragon
Day 24 - The parasite
Day 25 - The trap monster
Day 26 - The candy monster
Day 27 - The chimera
Day 28 - The succubus / incubus
Day 29 - The swamp monster
Day 30 - The paralysis demon
Day 31 - The eldritch horror
gulgpulgpulgpupglglglg THERE'S MORE ACTUALLY! MOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEE!!!!!
extra extra extraaaaaaas
Extra - Slenderman (creepypasta)
Extra - The creek (minecraft)
Extra - The ink demon (Bendy and the ink machine)
Extra - Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)
Extra - Glamrock Freddy (Five nights at freddy: security breach)
Extra - Lich zombie Matt (eddsworld zombeh nation)
THESE R FOR WHEN IM FINISHED, THEY R MY TREATS SHUTUPDONTJUDGEMEEEEEE
YAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYA I LOVWE MOSNTERS N SPOOKY MONTH AND NUGHJGHFJHNN HMNM
Would the hot one be comfortable in a filet crochet shirt?
Filet crochet is a very airy type of crochet,it works up into a thin fabric using the mesh stitch outside of main design points made of solid stitches and has been compared to lace, I can imagine the hot one being able to wear a loose shirt made of that style of crochet wether they figured out how to get the material and make it themself or they nabbed it off a dead body it just seems plausible to me :]
The hot one is now comfortable and fashionable! it'd probably be easier for them to find such clothing on survivors rather than make one themselves, i mean, their hands are so sweaty, the needles just keep slipping every now and then no matter how tight their grip is.
Luckily, they've got a huge appetite and great strength! so their hunt for such delicacies is cut short when they find a clueless victim alone in their area. Their eyes are now open to the amazing world of filet crouchet clothing. It's too bad the stains ruin the colors.. Nothing that a good wash with stolen water wouldn't clean up though.
I was going to make more lil filet crouchet outfits but this was made at like 2 am and i had to go to sleep asap ksdkdskdskds
a thought while i was drawing:
Since the hot one was originally made to be paired w the cold one, why not strengthen their relationship with croucheting? the cold one can at least wipe off the sweat on his coat, so he's the perfect candidate for making the hot one new outfits without problems, even if the results are very clumsly and frankly, quite itchy.
The itching is strong, but the longing for the cold is stronger!!! i should probably sometime pick up their storyline and write it out ngl
In one of your posts about the hot one you said they tend to sleep in holes in the ground, do they have dirt under their nails from digging their sleep pits?
well.... it's complicated. there's a 50% chance of dirty nails because while the hot one lovesss to dig up holes on the ground, they also love getting into water spaces to cool down, which prob get rare after some time.
if they were ingame, the earlier you get them, the less chance of dirty nails tbh. the longer it takes for them to show up, the chance of dirty nails increases. they're not a human, so regardless of dirty nails or clean nails, they're still a damn visitor at the end of the day.
dudee... this ask actually reawakened my interest on the game kddkdkdskdsk i really gotta see the new gameplay and new characterssss ANDDDD finish my fics.
hi, i am back. i spend all that time away.... playing dandy's world, im sorry,,,, anyway here i am making a dandy x gn toon reader and here's their design. yes, you get four arms.
that grey default appearance is for you to customize( or not) as shown the examples above the colored drawing!!
NO THEY'RE NOT A NURSE TOON!!! or well, at least being a nurse is not their main job or purpose.
Also if you know how toons speech bubble work.. then you might have noticed that reader has that special rainbow shade around it that is only seen in two specific toons. yes, they're a lethal. im thinking of maybe later making a separated oneshot with them as a twisted to show how it'd be.
if you got curious and wanna know the dynamic between dandy and reader.... there's a dialogue between these lil lovers just below the cut!! (i made it as if they were in game dialogues ( ´∀`) yk the ones at elevator) ⤵️⤵️⤵️
"I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen, and i forgive you, Dancifer..."
"..."
"...Really?"
"...Yeah."
"Though, that doesn't mean i want to involve myself with you, at least not when the others are around."
"..."
"You understand my reasoning, right?"
"..."
"I can't allow something like this to get in the way of my duty, and you know that. The others... They need me."
oh, totally! ice is delicioussssss🧊🧊 they keep food in a super deep hole on the ground just to keep it cold for consuming when nobody wants to store it for them, so having ice, a treat that already comes cold, is heaven!!!
the hot one has a pretty hot mouth and anything that's frozen warms up super easily as expected, but if the ice is hard enough, it can resist for a whole minute before becoming water! it's like those candies that melt when they touch your tongue. it's really enjoyable for our lil visitor :b
they don't usually chew on ice because it melts it easier and also the contrast in temperature makes it a not so comfortable experience for their teeth. If, by luck, you were to find them indulging their cravings with ice, they'd be with a mouth full of ice cubes, just sucking on them goodies before throwing another bunch in their mouth again because it melted so quickly.
if the hot one for some reason decides to or simply accidently swallow ice before it fully melts in the tongue and it somehow makes it alive, even if by a lil piece, to the stomach, yeaaaah.. they're getting a few shivers around and some tummy ache for a second. if a big chunk made it all the way down the stomach, they'd actually be able to get a brain freeze! and it'd be a really, really nasty brain freeze that lasts a couple of seconds.
answering these stuff is always so much fun and makes me feel less lonely, so thank you anon! or anons, if by any chance it's more than 1 person who interacts here,,, \(@ ´ ∀ ` @)/
hehe, the hot one sure is getting lots of love and attention, and i totally get the hype! but now it makes me think i should get some work done on the yearning so they become just as loveable,,,, just need to give them a proper mutated design before introducting them properly this time mwahahah.😈
I feel like the hot one would sleep on cold tile floors
It doesn’t do much for them but they find it comfortable for some reason
oh, definitely! unfortunately, they have no house, so finding some good cold tile is like, an occasional treat that they indulge when they actually attempt looking for shelter.
well, since the hot one can't get a good sleep on cold tiles often, the more common spots to find the hot one are...... inside abandoned buildings and on holes on the ground! (if the house is empty or there are no humans living in it anymore, you may find the hot one inside the fridge)
Hiiii! I came across ur account and I’m obsessed!! Could I request a coat guy x visitor! Reader who’s like always blistering hot and is sure as heck dressed like it but that’s beside the point could we get how they’d interact and cancel each other out just enough to stop the pain. How would the others around them react?? Idk if this makes sense lololol
OMG I HAD ALREADY PLANNED TO MAKE A FIC BASED OFF OF THIS BY @obscuremantisman
(Mwahahaha you fell for my evil plan /j)
And thank you for the request!!!
Desc: Coat Guy and visitor! reader are two extreme temperature peas in a pod. How would the other guests react?
CW: Kinda suggestive (if you squint) but mostly fluff!!!
A/N: I am joyous over this, hope it came out okay!
What a Wonderful Feeling:
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When you first arrive:
The first thing you did when the hermit answered the door was complain about the intense heat
He was concerned that you'd been exposed to the sun but saw no visible burns
He chocked it up to you still feeling effects of its heat late into the night and let you in
Once you were let in, he led you to the living room.
His logic: "If I lead this scorching person to this freezing guy, it might work out"
And oh boy it did
His radiated cold temperature drew you to him. Almost like an ice cold magnet. You found yourself always sitting next to him as he practically folded himself inwardly to get rid of the freezing sensation that racked his body.
Meanwhile, Coat Guy longed to feel at least half of what you felt. Your warmth radiated off of you like rays of the sun. He didn't dare to move towards you though. He didn't like the idea of you finding him disgusting or revolting made him shudder even more. But, he still wanted that glorious warmth you never seemed to run out of. He just had to get close. Inch by inch...
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Bonding With Coat Guy:
When you both finally started properly interacting, it was rocky
He sucked at maintaining the conversation, but showed gratitude for you giving him the time of day
You started sitting closer to him over time, to the point where you'd drape an arm over him
However, you both felt bad and guilty about each interaction
You both just wanted the other's temperatures, and you both struggled to find solice in others
But, you made it work
"How come you're so cold all the time? It isn't faaaaiir." You ask, fanning yourself with your hand. Coat Guy eyes you carefully as he looks down towards your slowly rising shirt. A small, almost invisible line can be seen. It looked like the beginning of an incision.
"I-it's not as great as you t-think..." he mumbles, eyes never leaving your stomach. "It's unbareable. Lonely. Almost claustrophobic." You look back down at his hunched over form, stopping yourself from fanning your face.
"Well... if YOU'RE cold, and I'M hot... maybe we should help each other out." You say, clasping your hands together as a demonstration. He blinks, caught off guard by the possible innuendo. "Soooo, wanna try?" He hestitates, but nods slowly.
A large smile creeps onto your face as you lean into him. Your arms drape over him. But something catches both of you off guard. The temperature. It was strange. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so... warm. And you. You felt so much cooler. Better than any fan or winter you'd ever felt. What an addicting feeling you both felt.
You pull him in closer, his body welcoming your warm touch. You groan while attempting to pull him impossibly close. You two were now holding each other tightly, balled up into each other on the small couch.
"I-it's not enough..." he mumbles into your shoulder. You make a sound of agreement and bring a hand up to his hair. It didn't help with the temperature, but it felt right.
He presses his torso against yours. You both sigh, but then reel back away from each other. You both remembered your respective secrets. He's the first to speak up and panic.
"O-oh- oh no, I didn't- I-I-" he stutters out, body shuddering more. You're sweating more than ever, just as nervous.
"Don't sweat it, ehehe..." you half joke, shooting a lame finger gun at him. He brings his hands up to his chest and rubs them together, shivering. Neither of you are ready to show each other your secrets. Just not yet.
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The Neutralization:
It took a little while, but eventually, you both had decided to show one another the causes of your discomforts
It was a shock to say the least
You lifted your shirt first, revealing a sliver on your stomach
The sliver is thin, a light beaming through the small openings in your skin. It stayed closed due to your skin sticking slightly from your sweat
Meanwhile, coat guy's voided torso is just as shocking for you
The hole is endless, almost drawing you in. Frigid air radiated from within
A hypothesis forms in your head when he reveals it.
What would happen if you both touched skin to skin?
"Just... let's just try it. Please?" You pant out, body somehow getting even more heated than usual. Coat Guy was nervous. He didn't know what would happen. Would you die like the rest? Would he burn up in the heat of your own void of light?
Regardless of his racing thoughts, he nods and lifts his shirt and sweater slightly. You do the same, as well as pulling open the skin a little to reveal more heat.
"Ready?"you ask, inching closer to him. He takes a breath and nods. You him and press your body against his. Both voids press into each other, the temperatures mixing.
"Whoa.. this is.. so weird.." you mumble, feeling the heat fade from your body and be replaced by normal body temperature. Coat guy's body reacted the same way. The cold that wracked his body and nipped at his skin faded. What a wonderful feeling it was.
"Wow..." he gasps quietly. You move your hands around his body, pulling him closer. He nuzzled into your body, finally feeling at ease for once. What a wonderful feeling this was...
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What do the some of the others think?:
Homeowner/Hermit:
He doesn't mind as long as you both are respectful
He finds you both cuddled up to one another almost every morning and he can't be bothered to pry you two apart
Prefers it because you both aren't complaining about the extreme temps you both experience on the daily
When he realizes you're both visitors, he decides to kick you both out instead of shooting you.
Unless you both insist on being shot...
Bar Guy:
Mildly annoyed by how you both are practically glued to each other
Sees it as "mindless PDA" as he puts it
Even if it slightly annoys him, he'll still be respectful about it
Doesn't bother you both either
Cat Lady:
Most of the time, she's isn't concerned with you both
But on the rare occasion she is intrigued by the sight of you two
"You hot, he cold. You all the same"
Has a weird habit of watching you both
Not in a weird way, just curious
The Nun:
Oh... she is downright mean about it
She'll call you both "cursed" and "unholy"
Average trad granny
Anytime she sees you both clinging into one another, she'll mumble a prayer
"Wretched beings, may the lord have mercy on your poor souls.."
Morbid Romantic:
He is a little intrigued by your dynamic
When he sees you both clinging onto one another, he finds it almost tragic
He thinks of it as that sweet peaceful feeling you get right before death. A mix of love and need.
Wonders if you both would die happily in such a way
Has probably made mental poems about you two because of how interesting you two are to him
"A melting pot of warmth and frigidness would never tear the embrace between need and want..."
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Omg done!!!! :D Sorry that ending was bad, I was running out of ideas fast and wanted to get this out ASAP!!!
Once again thanks for the ask and thanks to @obscuremantisman for this lovely idea! (wish I could've done better with it tbh ;w;)
i had been waiting to read it ever since you said you'd make it tbh :b and i made a few doodles to celebrate!
also ngl it kind of made me want to write a lil' about them more so........ have some fun facts as a special treat
due to their similarities, they have an abnormal reaction to each other's stomach hole compared to other humans and visitors!
while a human or even a visitor would end up burning themself just at the slightest physical contact with the brightness under reader's shirt, coat guy is actually quite immune to it. Sure, if he keeps his hand in there for long enough, it might start to burn his skin, but the sensation before that is quite enjoyable!
You sweat so much, it's no wonder that inside that area would be so hot to boil an egg! but what's unexpected is that.. it's not solid. The interior of your personal lava pit is thick, sticky, and slimy, but none of it ever slips out unless like, if someone were to pull at it. That only happens with coat guy! He did it by pure accident, and immediately regretted it when it clung to his skin and started burning his hand. You two spent almost half an hour in the bathroom trying to wash that shit away.
what about coat guy's stomach hole? would your hand get eaten if you sticked it in there?? the short answer is: no! although who knows what'd happen if you keep it there for long enough...
Never had someone actually been able to stick their hand inside his stomach hole so for obvious reasons.. he wasn't as open to testing it out like you were with yours. Buuuuuuuuut, it happened anyway.
It was a total accident! You guys were just sharing some temperature, but the blackhole coat guy has doesn't cover as much areas as your lava pit does. You just wanted to be a little more selfish, so you sneaked your hands down his torso and attempted to stretch it out a little. Your hand was almost sucked by his stomach and the sensation was enough to get you both flinching away. After that whole thing, you managed to convince him that it'd be fine, so hesitantly, he gave in, seeing as your hand didn't suffer any injuries.
It's not as incovenient as your, but it's still weird in its own way. You can stick your whole arm in there with ease, and honeslty you probably could crawl inside of him seeing as you didn't find any end to this dark pit he possessed.. coat guy would never let you do that though. it's too dangerous.
Your hand tingles and becomes really dry when you keep it there for a while. It makes you feel uneasy so you never let it stay there for a long period of time, even if it's super funny to just move your arm inside of the seemingly infinite space.
how do you guys feel when getting your stomach holes touched?
For reader, it doesn't feel uncomfortable, only a bit ticklish, but it's pretty nice over all. The best way to ensure the touching is enjoyable, is to mess with the walls of this lava pit, which is dangerous because as stated before.. they're slimy and cling easily to solid surfaces. If it's meant to be intimate touch, all that's needed is coat guy pressing hand a lil' harder.
For coat guy, it doesn't feel uncomfortable either, but it makes him anxious. It's a pretty unique feeling, since it's as if there's some sort of air pressure touching the invisible walls inside the blackhole and not your actual hand. The best way to ensure the touching is enjoyable, is to mess around with it while your hand is coated in something really hot, like that strange liquid that comes from inside your stomach. If it's meant to be intimate touch, yeah... you're totally gonna feel sick for the next few days after using so much of your stomach juice, but the result of your sacrifice is totally worth it.
got a lil freaky by the end of the writing because the temptation was stronger than i am, sorry ksdkkdfskfdkdfkdffgd
felt a lil bad that i only gave you guys 1 doodle last post, so here, have a lil more crumbs, with a lil comic too
what's worse than being rejected and almost killed off for the hundredth time after you thought you had made a genuine connection? making a connection with someone who's completely clueless to their own feeings and that has the audacity to act confused when you're obviously trying to hint at a relationship. Oh, well, guess coat guy got a lot on his hands to handle with this funny acting visitor by his side.
lil comic down the cut ⤵⤵⤵
after some time of living together after coat guy got kicked out of protag's house, the reader searches around to find coat guy a safe house to stay, not wanting to involve the man in this risky lifestyle of constantly being outside, but barely ten days passed and the man... the man is back??? huh??? why????
had to make some body reference to grasp better how reader's stomach would look. the skin is sort of sticky around the area and you leave it closed 90% of the time.
as stated in the doodle, that's just a body made for an example to compare reader's weird stomach to coat guy's. reader's body can be however you want it to be, no worries ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`)
you toasted food, boiled eggs, and even made noodles using that thing before btw
that moment when you're homeless, a visitor, stinky, sweaty, and lowkey on the verge of getting caught by FEMA but you still somehow find yourself a baddie.
don't wanna let my other idea go to the forgotten land because of the wireface x visitor reader fic im writing so have MORE crumbles but with a diff taste yayyyy..(*´-`)
coatguy x visitor reader aka "the hot one" pfffft 😶🌫️
reader who's just the complete opposite of coat guy. Instead of cold and lonely, they're always hot and overwhelmed.
The reader avoids shelter, despite easily passing as someone with hyperhidrosis or as someone who has been walking around when the ground at night is still hot from daylight.
Skin is warm, too warm. If reader and coat guy hugged, they'd immediately neutralize each other's temperatures.
To reader, it feels like everybody is watching them, as if caring far too much for what they did with their own life, how they moved, talked, and all that paranoia left the poor visitor desperate to be left alone.. which is funny because this visitor is awfully charismatic.
reader is expressive and extremely helpful, seemingly always trying their best despite claiming to be doing nothing special. Need something? no worries, the reader found you it.. or at least something that could work for your goal.
despite doing things for others out of kindness, reader dislikes when people are kind to them simply because they're paranoid... so imagine how confusing it is to be around coat guy for reader.
I MADE IT ON MY PHONE THAT'S WHY IT LOOKS SHITTY COMPARED TO THE OTHER NINAH ART FIC IDEA
uhh... there's something kiinnnnd of freaky down the cut. nothing explicit but freaky nonetheless. ⤵️⤵️⤵️
coat guy got a hole for a stomach.. well, he's now got competition for the crazy stomach tournament, because this visitor over here got a damn solar beam for a stomach. If you ask nice enough, reader might just pell out a little of the skin and show you, tho you might burn to death instantly... would it be considered inappropriate if they touched each other's peculiar stomach thingies? 🤔 imagine if they rubbed them against each other, hmmmmm.... would it be pleasurable? would one's stomach thing react to the other's?? crazyyyy hahahaha...
alright, who am i fooling?? it'd be kinda hot ngl, although im just typing that because im a freak,,,, and i neeeeeeed to intrude your thoughts with the image of both reader and coat guy shirtless. One of your hands would be trapping both of his just above his head, the other holding his hip carefully not to let him squirm around, pressing the shorter visitor against the wall gently, the proximity of your fucked up stomachs so close but not even touching because it'd feel like too much to handle.
He'd be too flustered with what was happening and would attempt to hide his face from view, a dark purplish blush across his face, eyebrows furrowed and body shivering, but for once, not because of the cold. Uhhh and then, and then...... alright, ok, I'll keep the rest to myself now, lmao. 😛
look idk what magic you guys did with those wireface fics, but that lil shit invaded my brain and now i'm over here biting my nails while thinking of making a gn visitor reader x wireface...... but i have no fucking idea of how to start it so i just made doodles to illustrate, so ig.. enjoy the crumbles?
i'd imagine that he'd be thinking you were just out of your mind instead of being a visitor until he actually witness you do some fucked up shit with other guests just because you suspected they wanted a bite off of him.
lil comic down the cut ⤵⤵⤵
bro had shown discomfort with a guest.. you have 1 milisecond to guess what happened next.
me when i pass as a human because everyone is going crazy around here so i can still score a cutie while still looking suspicious as hell🤗
"Oh, heeeeey there, gorgeous.. Do you come here often?"
A young, quite handsome, and undoubtedly annoying satyr nervously leans against the frame of your front door, again. What was his name? Ademis, Adubis...? You couldn't remember it.. Nah, that's a lie.
"This is my house, idiot. Of course I'd come here often." You boldly replied, sounding a little more aggressive than you'd like, making the already anxious male in front of you almost shrink himself to the size of a ball under that sharp gaze of yours. It was five in the morning, who could blame you for feeling grumpy?
He was much smaller than you, and with the way he often posed small when close to you, this timid fella could almost get mistaken with a gnome if it weren't for the furry legs. You thought to yourself.
"Oh— right, sorry...! I wasn't thinking...!" You frown at how red his face was becoming, a little concerned. He always gets flustered so easily that sometimes.. sometimes you wonder if he'd eventually die because of that.
"Ahahah.... Well, what i wanted to... well.. say was, uhmm.... I.. i actually got you some flowers, and I was hoping that you'd maybe—" His speech was abruptly cut off by the door closing on his face. To be honest, you don't even know why you did that, but only that your face started tingling and feeling hot once you picked up the fact he was trying to ask you out, a hand covering your face in shame.
His long, fluffy ears dropped low at the rejection, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Adonis left the flowers — ones he carefully grew on his own garden just to gift you — to sit on your doorstep, walking back home to have some wine. He had made such an effort not to embarrass himself this time with his little problem, and look at what it got him..
i named him Adonis.
cw: suggestive??? not really but idk im gonna put it here because eh; awkward satyr that's gets easily hard but it's not written as something erotic 😭 ig??? i wrote it off as satyrs getting their junk up really easily because they have a bunch of extra nerves down there (this is to make up for the fact they're often represented as being always erect in older times, and since they are known to drink lots of wine, i imagine that it would just make matters worse).
You remember the time the two of you first met way too well, and he does, too, because it was a disaster.
It was at a friend's wedding. A light atmosphere, great music, tasty food, and everything nice as you celebrated alongside other guests, a joyful mix of humans and monsters.
You weren't tired yet when you first caught his attention. You were dancing, moving wild like some kind of rabid animal, as if you were drunk yourself among the intoxicated crowd that cheered you on the dance floor, and maybe you were.
He didn't know what it was that you had, but something about the way you moved got him hypnotized, scratching that spot in his brain just right, getting him all hot and bothered, all the fur on his body standing up.
The way you smiled, how you weren't afraid to look goofy on the dance floor, and how the sweat drenching your shirt clung to your skin... It could've been the wine's influence, but knowing how high his tolerance actually is, that possibility was throw out of the window. Perhaps it was jealousy. He could never just go out there and party with people without feeling like he'd mess things up.
Adonis took a long sip from his drink — an expensive wine bottle stolen from the kitchen when the workers weren't looking — the only thing he was truly familiar with at any party: alcohol. He didn't take a moment to breath while chugging down the drink, hoping that the burning sensation would distract him from the embarrassingly familiar growing ache forming on his lower half, feeling glad that with everyone so drunk around him, no one paid mind to his pathetic self.
Adonis burped rather loudly once finished with his drink, finally putting the bottle down once every last drop had hit his tongue, and with that being his tenth bottle of the night, Adonis was now determined to ask you out, but first..! Makeover is needed.
He quickly ran over to the bathroom to take care of not only his appearance but also his little problem so as not to embarrass himself in front of you and ultimately fumble, trying to make himself look better.
In front of the mirror, Adonis untied his long and luscious, brown, wavy hair that was previously tied in a bun, throwing it over his ears, horns, and shoulders, hoping that, with his somewhat human appearance, you'd let him score at least a kiss if you were possibly one of those monster-averse folk, which were rare in this town, but still..
He tried — and failed — to wipe away the wine stains from his suit, a fancy clothing piece that had been rotting inside his closet until this event, making him sigh in defeat and tidy up the clothing piece to at least look proper. To him, it was rather ridiculous the idea if a satyr in a suit, but Adonis didn't want to be the only one dressing informal to the wedding, sooo.. the only option was wearing these funny pants that gave him itches.
There wasn't much to fix about his face, after all, the greatest thing about being the son of a nymph and a satyr was that Adonis' face alone usually compensated for his messy behavior. Instead, he focused on grooming his furry tail, annoyed now that he hadn't thought of bringing a pair of scissors to style it out.
Now finally hot and ready to go, Adonis walked out of the restroom, hand running through his hair as he went looking for the unnamed human that caught his eye.
He looked for you everywhere, he even left the party to look for you outside, but it was like you disappeared in thin air. Where are you??? Adonis felt stupid, quickly going back inside the party to get himself a pity drink. It wasn't healthy, but he was pretty much raised to be a wine freak due to his father's influence.
Chewing at at his own hair out of frustration for missing out on his only chance just because he wanted to look pretty, Adonis looked pitiful. There was a cup filled with juice, instead of wine, on one of his hands. The place had ran out of wine, apparently. What a bother.
Drinking it up slowly, with his body lying down on a table, Adonis was looking around in mild interest, completely bummed out. That was.. until he spotted you with the corner of his eye.
The ballroom was grand, and you, after an hour of nonstop dancing and playing around, were resting in a corner, with a chair you dragged away, a cup of cold juice in hand, and a fat piece of cake on your lap.
Your hair was a mess, your expression tired, and your clothes? Eugh.. sweaty. It was safe to say that you were ready to leave at any moment once you were finished with your lunch, simply waiting for the moment the groom and bride would be available, just so you'd congratulate them one last time before kidnapping a dessert and leaving.
While engrossed in the thoughts of what to do once you've reached home and far too worn out to care about your surroundings, you didn't even notice that you were being watched by a pair of eyes full of curiosity, anxiety and.. maybe lust?
Adonis' mood was over the moon, his tail wagging furiously as he approached, throwing the half empty cup somewhere without much care. He took in deep breaths, trying to look collected, hands messing around with his hair to make it look better.
He stopped in front of you, faking a cough to catch your attention, which worked effortlessly as you weren't expecting anyone to approach you. Adonis then puffed out his chest, a small grin on his face as he took a step closer, only to then freeze, face reddening up as his brain went blank, now not knowing what to say.
You see, Adonis didn't exactly inherit the social skills of either his mother or father; he had no idea how to be outgoing, seductive, or talkative at all without making a fool out of himself, and with the reputation satyrs had? His chance of ever having a partner for life was minuscule.
You took a sip of your drink — expecting the satyr to say something — and frowned when nothing came out of his mouth for some awfully long ten seconds, the male just standing there sweating.
"So.. do you actually have anything to say, or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?" Your words came out far more rudely than intended, but it seemed like the man in front of you didn't even register them, far too flustered with the sound of your voice to care.
"Helloo..?" When he realized that he was meant to respond, he only gave you a meek stare, shifting his legs around awkwardly, hands coming together as he thought of what to say. It was kind of cute.
Then, when he finally opened his mouth to reply, a drunkard bumped into his back with force, making the poor satyr stumble and fall on top of you, dirtying the both of you in juice and cake. The person didn't even apologize, simply taking a leave before any of you could throw curses at them.
Oh, he was appalled. He didn't even get to introduce himself and shit already happened! Is the universe against him??
His smile was nowhere to be found when he turned his gaze to look at you, flinching at your expression. You were bothered, very much so. Ew, ew, ew, ewww... You could feel the cake clinging to your shirt, and combined with the fact that Adonis was pressed against you right now, you could feel it mixing with the sweat and sticking to your skin.
"I'm so sorry, so, so sorry—!" Adonis apologized in panic, pushing himself off of you but forgetting about the mess left on the floor, hooves becoming slippery when he accidentally stepped onto the chunks of cake and juice on ground.
A scream, akin to one of a goat, left his mouth as he fell to his back. He was now, too, looking disgusted, shivering at the uncomfortable feeling of the substances sticking to his fur. He had just finished grooming all of that 10 minutes ago!!!
You flinched at the noise, watching him struggle on the floor for a few seconds before getting up to offer a lift, which he didn't think twice before accepting, struggling to balance himself out even with you helping him up with both hands, managing to almost get you to fall down, too, a few times before successfully getting up.
You didn't have a thing to say — neither did he — when he finally managed to stand straight, both of you in pure silence for a moment, wiping away the pitiful remains of a snack from yourselves until you couldn't handle yourself and burst out laughing, which in turn reassured Adonis that it was okay, getting him to crack a smile and laugh along with you.
Adonis' tail moving excitedly as he turned to look at you — admiring you — happy that things didn't run down the drain as he initially thought. Usually, he just gives up and runs away in shame because he got a hard-on from nervousness, always too embarrassed to explain that he wasn't a pervert and that it was genually just a not-so-cool biological thing that sticked with satyrs even now, in modern times, where folks are fairly civilized.
You couldn't keep your eyes to yourself either, curious about the company you've found and what he had in mind to approach you. Long ears, little horns, short height, long hair, short beard, goat legs, and a fluffy tail.. He was a young satyr, and a cute one at that...
His suit was clinging to his torso, showing off the soft curves of his body. Was it fluff or fat? You couldn't care less when he looked pretty hot.. with those big eyes and plumpy lips, which did make you wonder for a second if he was a hybrid of some sorts. Satyrs weren't known for having soft features.
He shifted around nervously, one of his hooves scrapping against the ground in a shy manner as the both of you locked eyes, him being the one to break it first. Was it bad that he was preening under your attention even when he thought you were just silently judging him? Probably. Did he care? Not at all.
You were surprised at his behavior. When was the last time a guy looked so into you he might as well burst into confetti? Exactly, it was never! He didn't seem like a bad guy.. so you'd give him a shot.
"Wow, that was a pretty shitty start to things, wasn't it?" He nodded silently, turning to look back at you with big pupils, as if trying to lure you in or something. It was a little funny, but you held back a laugh, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"Hey, I didn't really catch your na— What the fuck, are you seriously hard right now?" You couldn't keep yourself from pointing out the throbbing bulge in the guy's pants once you took sight of it. Damn, what.
Adonis tensed up and gave off a scream in horror. He didn't need to check to know it was true, dignity smashed and hope lost as he jumped away from you, running like there was no tomorrow to reach the ballroom's exit before you could even say anything else, leaving you tremendously confused at what just happened.
You'd think that after that, you'd never encounter the goat man ever again, but fortunately, or unfortunately, fate had other plans!
Just a few days after that encounter, the house beside yours, whose previous owner had sold it due to family matters, had recently been bought by no other than the same satyr you stumbled upon at the wedding party!
It was your fault, actually. You remember recommending that house to your friend — the one who got married — thinking they'd be the one moving in only to get told that who actually needed the house was a close cousin's friend.
Now you were stuck with an awkward neighbor who just had the fattest and most obvious crush on you.
One day, he was at your doorstep with disastrous homemade food, trying to look appealing with his hair tied up, wearing only a cute apron (satyrs walk around mostly fully naked, so it wasn't a surprise), sweet perfume, and with his leg fur totally not perfectly groomed. The other day, he'd be too shy to confront you, simply daydreaming as he'd be eyeing you throughout the windows of your house, window that were now purposely kept open.
Unfortunately for him, his dignity is already out the window, but at least he managed to stutter out an explanation to his — in human culture — obscene behavior, even though it took a whole month to spit it out.
Now you both were mostly at peace with each other, yet still figuring out how to handle each other. You with your human antics, and Adonis with his satyr antics.
You still found his random boners funny and weird as hell, but it's okay, when you both start dating, you're sure that it won't be a problem at all...
You were sitting on the couch, deep in thought about what just happened, taking a bite out of your breakfast, face still burning hot as you thought about that goat man.
Gooooooooooooooood, that man was so embarrassing to stay around! Arrrgh, so stupid!! Just thinking about him gets you clenching your teeth!!!
He was just so annoying, so cute, clumsy, hot, fucking dumb as hell sometimes, but so awafully handsome when he was just being himself and wasn't trying to impress you.... like that time you curiously watched him watering his plants in his backyard. How the hose got out of control because he left it on the floor to do something else, and it sprinkled water all over him, and then it had him all sparkly under the sun, and then he took off his shirt and used it to clean his body, the fat on his body dangling lightly at the action and, like you totally weren't staring to know all of that...... wait, what the fuck are you even thinking?
Okay, fine, you couldn't deny it. The stupid goat man won over your heart. You get up from the couch to make another sandwich and an extra cup of coffee.
When the lunch is ready, you leave it on the counter, running your hand through your hair as you walk away, not bothering to fix your appearance and opening the door to the outside, taking notice of the flowers. That man... You pick the small bouquet up, carefully placing the gift on the coffee table before walking out, going directly to Adonis' house, ready to apologize and to get a slap, too, for that behavior of yours from earlier.
You stand on his doorstep for a few seconds, a little anxious now, but eventually you gather the courage and knock on the door, barely having to wait for the approaching sound of hooves clanking against the floor.
"I'm coming!" The satyr didn't even check who it was through the peephole before wildly opening the door, stumbling a bit back which had you reaching out to him, helping him with balance. "Ah.. thank you, thank you." He murmured, clearly out of it, breath stinking of wine, a few empty bottles even visible in the background.
A hiccup left his mouth, his face a little too red. Adonis lifted his head up, and for a moment, he seemed to snap out of his drunkness at the sight of you at his doorstep, flustered.
"Hi... Did I come at a bad time?" An awkward laugh left your lips as you gave a small wave. Adonis didn't reply, his mouth a little agape, gaze unfocused. "Look, I just wanted to apologize.. I didn't mean to shut the door in your face, I just... I panicked, alright?"
He takes a step closer, his pupils expanding so much that you could barely see his iris, staring at you expectantly, ears tilted up. "I actually like you quite a lot.. and I was wondering if you'd like to—" "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Absolutely yes!' He interrupts you almost instantly, frantically nodding his head in agreement, hands coming to hold your arms in place, a goofy grin appearing on his face once he calmed down, tail between his legs.
You chuckled, and so did he, the tension melting away. "As I was saying.. I was going to invite you over for breakfast." You pointed at your house with a nudge of your head. Adonis, not following the direction you pointed, simply closed the door behind himself with a leg, looking up at you with the biggest eyes you've ever seen, which made you sweat a bit. "Nothing fancy.. just some sandwiches and coffee." You added, not wanting to put his hopes way higher than they already are.
Adonis' answer was painfully obvious. He slid his hands down and hold of your hands, dragging you along as he took a turn to run to your house. "Let's go." He chirped, and you followed behind, taking note of just how happy he was, skipping steps and brighter than usual.
Maybe it was a good idea, after all, to give this dude a chance. You just hoped his libido wasn't as intense as how fast he could get bricked up. Sighing in relief that you hadn't fumbled, you purposely ignored the way he was already hard. You should definitely buy him some pants, maybe shorts.. or you'd die from embarrassment soon.
i hate how you can you tell i was a little horny when writing this and then the horny left my body and things became fluff because i wasn't interested in writing smut midway.. 💔💔💔
