✨ The Moonlit Meadow ✨

Sfw/nsfw stories/headcanons/imagines. Posts are labeled if nsfw or with TWs. I write fanfics/original works. Asks/requests about my characters (or not) are appreciated~ My main is Bluebell-Bunny.

[stardew-bunny]

If Erebos has bark skin and furry sensitive places and glows blue…what does his dick even look/feel like-

Ooooo, a character question!!! Well, beloved anon, he has a werewolf-like situation going on. He has a furry black sheath, and his dick is red. Only his eyes are blue :> The dick is smaller at the head and gets bigger towards the bottom (no, he does not have a knot). Best visual I can give without it being too much for tumblr lol:

This but red and fleshy ^^^ and obvs the cap at the top is smaller to be more anatomically correct, so I did a little line there. The texture is soft but firm, best I can describe it is silicone-like, and it’s very warm. Also he naturally produces more pre-cum so it’s slick as well. Little edit because I forgot, he’s 7.5 inches.

I didn’t think I’d have to describe a dick after work today /silly

[stardew-bunny]

Imagine taming the monster in your closet. Part three.

(So sorry it took so long!!! I have been skipping around in motivation and have like 15 half finished stories, then finally came back to this one!!! 😭 TW: Smut, tiny bit of blood.)

The night started the same way it always did. Work, dinner, then basking in the warmth and weight of Erebos as he curls close to you under your soft covers.

Erebos purrs deep in his chest, the sound distantly reminding you of thunder as it vibrated under your skin. His horns brush the headboard as he shifts, trying to fit into your personal space as much as he can like he always does — awkward, massive, and entirely too careful for something with claws and teeth that could splinter wood. Your headboard looks like a cat scratching board at this point due to his horns. You can’t even count how many scratches are in it, they overlap too much.

You roll over and press your hand to his chest, wanting to feel his warmth. It’s chilly tonight and his warmth sinks deep into your skin, chasing away the fall night air and the goosebumps that have risen from it. His bark-like plates are always warm under your touch, ridged and firm. Just beneath those plates are a softness — furred skin at the edges, places where your fingers dip down into to feel the texture on your fingers. It earns you a shiver from your monster.

“Is this place sensitive?” you whisper quietly, brushing your thumb just under the curve of his chest where the bark ends and the soft parts begin.

“It…yes,” Erebos stammers, his voice a growl and a tremble mixed together. He leans into the touch eagerly, but he says nothing more. He half expects you to pull away in disgust from the noise he makes, a soft chittering noise.

You can feel his claws twitch against your back, like he’s fighting every instinct to not pull you closer to him, to feel you completely pressed against his body. Erebos’ eyes are glowing a soft blue in the dark, his gaze gaze full of adoration and a hint of fear. He is always worried and afraid you will reject him. He always looks at you like this, as if you are his god and he doesn’t deserve even an ounce of your attention.

“Erebos…Do you want me to touch you more?” you test, your voice quiet yet coaxing. You lean closer until your lips brush against the curve of his jaw. Erebos shudders.

“Please,” he croaks in response, his voice trembling in an exhale. “May I touch you too…?”

Erebos asks you so carefully, like your answer means the world to him. It makes something in you melt. You take his massive hand and guide it to your waist, nodding.

“Yes,” you whisper in encouragement. “You can touch me wherever you want.”

Erebos moves like he is starving, but his touch is nothing if not gentle. He would never even think of harming you, and he’d never forgive himself if he hurt you. He kisses the hollow of your throat, his sharp teeth barely grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. His tongue follows almost timidly after his teeth, hot and rough as he licks along the same spot. Erebos wants to immerse himself fully in you, to breathe in your scent until he can think of nothing else. You feel the rumble of his growl in your bones as he presses his face to your neck, sniffing and kissing down it. Your scent makes his brain foggy with need.

“You are so warm and soft,” he whimpers, his tone turning into a soft whine. “I want to sink my teeth in, but I don’t want to hurt you…” You can feel his hands trembling with restraint, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Erebos, it’s okay,” you soothe softly, running your fingers down his back and delighting in the shiver it elicits from him.. “I want you to mark me. I trust you.”

It’s all the permission he needs. With a delighted moan, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder — still gentle with restraint, but still enough to just barely break the skin. You gasp, your grip on Erebos tightening in an attempt to ground yourself. Your skin is on fire underneath his touch, and as a reaction to the bite, your hips twitch against his. The sound he makes is a combination of a growl and whimper. He presses his body harder against yours in response, unable to stop himself from rutting against you like a beast in heat. He can’t believe that you’re real, and even more so, that you’re letting him have you.

He buries his face against your neck again. He’s pressing kisses and murmuring praises in his gravelly voice between each one as he continues to grind against you, grabbing beneath your thighs and pushing them up to give him better access. You moan in response, the position giving you much better friction to your needy core.

“Perfect…you are perfect.” He pants, “so soft and warm…” You can feel his claws digging into your thighs from how tight he’s holding on. Despite this, even as he grew more desperate, he never digs in enough to break the skin. He laps up the beading blood on your neck, his tail lashing behind him as he groans, rubbing himself harder against you. Erebos is trembling, trying to stay gentle when every instinct is screaming at him to take and mark you all over. You can see it in his eyes — wild, blue, glowing with need. And fear.

“I want to go further,” he pants, “But…what if I hurt you? I don’t know if I…”

You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb just under his eye. It makes him trail off with a shuddering breath.

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” you assure him, your own voice breathless. “Let yourself feel this. It’s okay.”

Erebos snaps, but in a way that makes arousal coil hotter in your stomach.

He surges forward, kissing you like he will die without it, his tongue rough and tangling against yours. It’s sloppy, messy, and so so good. His fangs are brushing against your lips, catching on them occasionally. He slides his hands under your ass, lifting you with ease to angle you the way he wants. Your hands instinctively reach out and grab his shoulders, your fingers digging into the firm muscles there.

You hear a ripping noise and practically squeak when the cold air hits your lower body, your eyes wide in surprise as you look up at him.

“E-Erebos-” you breathe out, then shudder when he shifts his hips, his warm, blunt cock notching at your entrance. You bite your lower lip to stifle a whimper at the feeling, the thick head pressing insistently there.

When he finally enters you, he is careful. So slow and trembling as he whines at the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him.

He moves, pulling out until the tip of his cock is resting inside you before plunging back in hard, his hips hitting yours. He growls at the feeling of your warmth at the same time as you let out a deep moan. His instincts are being held by a thread and they snap at your plea for more.

He’s rough and slow at first, pulling out slowly and snapping his hips against yours, then he pick up the pace and you’re whimpering and moaning underneath him. His teeth grazes your neck, your shoulder, your jaw — biting you and marking your skin with teeth marks as he growls and whines. His claws never break the skin of your hips, but the pressure of his fingertips threatens to leave bruises.

You moan his name so sweetly and he whines, rutting deeper into you and panting your name like you’re the only thing he’ll ever worship.

“I’m yours,” you moan into his ear, your hands gripping his horns, to pull him closer, pressing him into your neck. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

That’s when he really let go, growling and pressing so deep inside you that you’re seeing stars. The pressure is building up inside you, coiling deep in your stomach as he goes faster, encouraged by your breathy moans.

“Please, please, let go, want to feel you.” He pants, nuzzling into your neck. Your vision whites out at his desperate pleading, your eyelids closing tight as pleasure spreads throughout your body. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his hips as you moan his name, shuddering against the bedsheets. He doesn’t last long after you, not with the scent of your arousal wrapped around him and the sound of your pleasure in his ears.

He cums with a strangled growl against your neck, burying himself as deep inside you as he can go. He clings hard to you as his shudders, panting quietly. His cum warms you from the inside out, filling you in a way you find pleasant. You keep your eyes closed as you listen to the sound of both of you panting in the dark room, coming down from your highs.

After a moment of basking in the bliss of the afterglow, Erebos curls around you like a dragon hoarding his treasure. His arms and tail wrap around you completely. No one will ever, ever take you away from him.

“You are my everything,” he whispers softly against you ear, his voice hoarse and breathless. His mouth brushes against your bitten shoulder, giving you a soft and lingering kiss there. A silent apology. “Are…are you okay?”

You let out a soft, breathless giggle. It’s full of warmth and you use your loosened grip on his horn to guide his face in front of yours.

“You were perfect, Erebos” you reassure him, kissing his sharp, jagged smile. “I’m fine. More than fine.”

The monster didn’t need to hide anymore. It had everything it needed in his arms.

[stardew-bunny]

Ooh, I'm in love with Erebos now. ^^ Can we expect a part 3?

I am working on it as we speak!!! It’s um, smut too — if you’re into that kinda thing! 👀 Fluffy smut with a hint of feral is how I would describe it.

[stardew-bunny]

Let us peg the monster in the closest you coward

Your wish is my command, it has been added to my writing idea list ✨

[stardew-bunny]

Imagine taming the monster in your closet. Part two.

It’s been a month since your monster stepped out of your closet. It never gave you a name, but you found yourself calling it “Erebos” more often than not. You named it after the primordial Greek god of darkness and shadows, but…not because it looks like a living shadow. It was because of the way it followed you around the house - like your own shadow does. Anytime you do anything around your home, you can always expect to find Erebos trailing behind you like a lost puppy - an awkward, oversized puppy that nearly bumps its horns on everything.

Erebos had made itself a nest in the corner of your room, half-hidden behind a wall of blankets. It seemed to like soft things - pillows, your sweaters, the plushies from your bed that you have way too many of. When you protested that it had stolen nearly all of your things for its nest, you felt awful at how it shrunk like a scolded puppy at your lecturing. And you felt even worse when it said, so quietly that it made your heart ache, that it liked having your scent in its nest - it made it feel safe. You let it take whatever it wanted from that point on.

Erebos curled up in its nest during the day when you were at work, asleep in a tangled sprawl of limbs and your soft clothing. Surrounded by your scent and rumbling softly in contentment. The tip of its long, thick tail twitched like a cat’s would. It looked how you’d imagine a dragons tail would, though Erebos did not have scales. Only a tough, armored skin that looked like black bark. The occasional times you walked by your sleeping monster, you always had to stop yourself from running your hand gently down the length of its tail. Your fingers ached to feel the texture, especially the underside of the tail, where you could see black fur that looked delicately soft.

Now that you’d both gotten comfortable with each other and settled into domestic life, your nights were filled with joy and excitement.

Erebos was tall. Ridiculously tall. Its horns did not help in the slightest. It had to duck through every doorway and, at first, Erebos bonked its horns on just about everything. Its horns were curved back elegantly, smooth and dark like obsidian. The cracks in them revealed a calm, soft blue underneath, just like its eyes. Its skin was a dusky black hue, like storm clouds in a night sky.

Erebos’ skin itself was textured like tough bark, with a slight turtle shell-like feel to it. The same soft blue peaked through the cracks of the tough skin - the skin was like an armor that covered most of its body. Then, there were less common parts that were black furred and as soft as suede.

From what you gathered, the furred parts of Erebos’ body - the skin underneath the fur specifically - were more sensitive. The underside of its arms and tail, sides, inner thighs, neck, and cheeks just below its eyes seemed to be the only places absent of the bark-like armor. The fur was heavenly to touch.

Sometimes, you traced patterns on the underside, furred part of its arm while watching movies. It would let out deep, rumbling purrs - ones that shook you and your whole bed. You had to hide your blush by looking away the first time that happened, the noise making your heart stutter.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, curled against Erebos’ chest while it awkwardly held you, still not quite knowing what to do with its claws even after all this time. You could feel its heartbeat, slow and steady, like the ticking of the antique clock in your hallway.

“You are soft,” Erebos murmured in return, voice low and gravelly. “And you smell of vanilla and strawberries.” Its grip on you tightened, yet it was careful to not pierce your skin with its claws.

You blinked up at it through your lashes as you chuckled softly, caught between embarrassment and delight. “That’s my shampoo and body wash, silly.” Erebos inhaled your scent deeply and audibly, its nose flaring.

“I like it.” It purred in response, shifting its head down to meet your gaze. Adoration shined deep in its blue eyes.

Your face burned hotter and your eyes snapped back to the movie, your heart racing faster. You couldn’t look at your monster for the rest of the movie, too flustered by its actions and tone of voice.

Your life with your monster was a learning curve for you both. You learned what Erebos liked and what its habits were, and it learned the same about you. You caught Erebos curling into your freshly dried clothes. It was rumbling in delight with its face buried in one of your sweaters - one it hadn’t stolen yet. It would chew on frozen meat with the freezer door still wide open, making delighted noises. Then, it would sulk when you scolded it gently for leaving the freezer door wide open and letting the cold air out. Whenever you cooked, Erebos would watch you from the kitchen table, its chin resting in one clawed hand and its tail flicking occasionally - enthralled and fascinated by your behaviors.

You taught it how to use the bathtub. At first, it protested adamantly - until you offered to help wash it, just for the first time it used the bath. Despite Erebos agreeing, the outcome left you with a pouty, sulking monster wrapped in three towels and shivering pathetically. You couldn’t stop chuckling and cooing at it as you dried and brushed its tangled black hair.

Every night, when you finally go to sleep, it always hesitated at the edge of the bed, unsure if it was allowed to stay. And every night, you tugged at its clawed hand until it slid in the covers beside you, rumbling a pleased sound as you curled against it like you belonged there.

“You fit in my bed surprisingly well for being so big,” you giggled quietly in bed, voice teasing as your fingers traced the edge of its chest. Its texture is somewhere between bone and wood, hard yet warm under your touch.

“You make…plenty of room for me,” Erebos replied, and you felt the heat radiating from its face as it nuzzled into your hair - it purred so loud it sounded like a generator. You wondered if your monster can blush too…

Erebos gently traced a claw along your cheek. “I used to hide in closets because humans found me ugly. I’d be met with insults, ridicule…violence...” Its voice was softer than usual, almost unsure, but still tinted with a growl. “But you…let me stay. You made me feel safe. I have never had a home but now…you are my home.”

You looked up at Erebos, your heart equal parts melting at its words and sympathetic for its past hardships. You gently pressed your forehead to its.

“You are always welcome here, with me.” You whispered softly, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Then, you pulled away with a giggle, looking into its gorgeous eyes. “Even when you steal all of my clothes and blankets.”

Erebos let out a rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through both your chests. “I only steal them because they smell like you. And the blankets are warm.”

“Excuses, excuses,” you laughed, your lips turned upwards and your eyes fluttering shut once more as you lean your forehead back on its again. Erebos’ hands hesitated for a beat longer before finally resting its on your hips, cautious and reverent.

The moment stretched for what seems like eternity - intimate and oddly tender. Its hands were large and warm, the claws prickling your skin through your pajamas. You could feel the heat radiating off of its hands, warming your hips. You breathed in each other’s scents, utterly contented in this moment. With each other. You felt a strange pull towards Erebos - a magnetic closeness that made your monster feel more like home than anywhere else in the world.

[stardew-bunny]

Trigger warnings: Detailed gore, violence, allusion to sex, THIS IS ALAGADDA SO YEAH, THAT IS ITS OWN TRIGGER WARNING.

SCP horror imagine/drabble of a woman being much too curious for her own good. Curiosity killed the cat~

Claire had been chasing the supernatural for years. She would dive head first into any objects or text she could find - cult forums, interesting PDFs, late-night scrolls in forgotten parts of the Internet. Ones that were meant to never be discovered. It was obsession that brought her to a strange ritual, one that no man dared to speak of.

The door shouldn’t have opened - it should not have been possible. But it did. The scent of incense and rotted wood seeped through the doorway.

Beyond it lay a city stretched for miles, a twisted sense of architecture expanding vastly in every direction she looked. It looked hauntingly beautiful, though the air felt stale. She was too curious, too ignorant - she stepped through the door. The looming buildings were strange, illogical - they made her squint a little to try to comprehend them. She blinked multiple times in vain, unadjusted to the sight, or lack thereof, of most colors. Black, white, yellow, and red seemed to be the only ones she could perceive.

Music played, though she could not see where the musicians were, not that it mattered. What she was more focused on was the odd clothing and mask that now clung to her body, all frills and matching the…citizens. She was never a dress girl and she found herself picking lightly at the itchy fabric.

People, if she could call them that, paraded the city in masks of many kinds. Beautiful in their own right, yet they left a sense of dread in her gut that grew the more she looked at them. If she had looked harder, let her gaze linger a bit more, she would have seen that none of them drew breath. But unfortunately, that was not what she was fixating on. Far from it, really.

Displays of vile and immoral acts were performed on sides of the street for overly joyous crowds. Claire only saw a glimpse of one of the acts to realize that the smell of metal in the air - the iron that permeated through the stench of rot - was blood. The revolting wet squelch of flesh being torn away from bone pierced the stagnant, hazy air. Ear-splitting screams and delighted cries of many differing sources and causes assaulted her hearing.

The performer of the act Claire unwillingly stumbled upon was elatedly stripping a man’s meat off the bone like one would butcher and prepare an animal. The gruesome scene made her stomach flip and her legs to grow weak. The visual of stringy muscle and tendons, clinging stubbornly to the white structure of calcium, caused her to tremble. Acid rose in the back of her throat and nausea struck her in waves.

Her watery eyes glued themselves to the street, unable to stand the sickening display any longer. The shift in her line of sight gave her a new kind of surprise. One of piles of naked, writhing, masked bodies that made her once again look a different direction. The grotesque sights of torture, the shameless way the citizens behaved….These sights made her stomach clench and her heart tighten painfully in her chest.

The way the atmosphere made her feel did not help the icy, overwhelming fear that was crawling up her spine. She didn’t know where her body began or ended - everything felt blurry and disorienting. Like a dream she couldn’t wake up from. These horrendous feelings and sights caused her to panic, and she tried to backtrack through the door, terrified.

But it was too late. Luck was not on her side, and her curiosity had sealed her fate.

Between the citizens, the Ambassador emerged, having just come back from a foreign kingdom and having spotted her much too quickly. It seemed to know too much about her, and its presence unnerved her immediately. That and…the aura it gave off was deadly and suffocating.

“How thoroughly you invited yourself to our kingdom.” it mused, voice smooth as silk and yet as sharp as a blade. Despite how saccharine sweet it sounded, it did not hide the mocking and hostile edge. There was offense in its tone - elegant, yet seething. As if it was appalled by her audacity to come uninvited to its domain. Claire felt its words deep in her bones, the sound reverberating the foundations of her very being.

Claire wanted to back away, but her limbs betrayed her. They were heavy like lead, unable to move past her muscles twitching. Her voice came out trembling and weak, pleading almost. “I-I didn’t mean-“

“Oh, but you did.” It leaned in, though it had no face to leer at her. “That much is very clear to me.”

Hands clasped her shoulders roughly from behind, locking her to the spot despite having been unable to move in the first place.

“You came seeking knowledge, have you not? A brave pursuit.” The Ambassador continued, thinly veiled sarcasm in the “compliment”. She could hear the sardonic smile in its voice regardless of its faceless visage. It was mocking her once again - it clearly thought of her as stupid, naive, and did not hide it. “So tell me, human… how much are you willing to give to understand?”

Claire tried to scream, but the sound seemed to fold in on itself. Muted. Or perhaps she just couldn’t hear it due to the music swelling in her ears at that moment, blending in seamlessly with her terror.

“Exquisite,” The Ambassador murmured, utterly pleased with itself. It had something fun to occupy its time now, and it was delighted. “The mind of a human is such a delicate thing - I believe I shall start there.”

The masked citizens watched in mild interest while continuing their activities, smiles blatant even through their covered faces.

[stardew-bunny]

o3o will there be a part 2? *places a shiny rock in your inbox as an offering*

Oooooo I love shiny rocks!~ Also yes! I am planning on making a part two, and maybe a part 3 that is nsfw, if that’s something you guys want~

Also, I plan on making that monster a full character, so I am open to questions and such about him! I’m so happy that you guys like my stories, it makes me so excited to write more for you all! As a little note, I do take requests/ideas~

[stardew-bunny]

Imagine taming the monster in your closet.

It starts with you hearing the soft scrape of claws on the wooden planks - the ones that cover the floor of your closet.

The first night you heard this, you trembled beneath your blankets despite the warmth they provided. You were wide-eyed and kept a bat clutched to your chest like it was a sword. However... after a week of the nightly visitor’s presence and nothing else actually happening - just the soft sounds of scratching and gentle breathing behind the closet door - curiosity replaced the icy fear in your heart.

You sat in bed one evening and waited for the noises to start, as they always did soon after the clock struck midnight. That night, you had a plan. Clutching a spare blanket, you cracked the closet door open. A single glowing eye blinked back at you through the pitch black. It was large, luminescent. A strange, quiet blue. Not the color of eye you expected from a monster.

You didn’t scream, and it didn’t growl. You both just… stared. Frozen.

“Hi,” you whispered, heart hammering in your chest so hard it ached. “I brought you a blanket. You must be cold in there, it's the coldest place in the house...” A deep, gravelly purr answered you. You gingerly left the blanket at the threshold, and in the morning, it was gone.

As more nights passed, little gifts were exchanged between the two of you. Dried flowers, shiny buttons, and smooth pebbles appeared on your windowsill. You would leave food, puzzles, and soft objects for the creature in return.

The monster in your closet never stepped fully into your room, but its silhouette, outlined by the small nightlight in the corner of your room, started to linger longer in the doorway. Its breathing was slow and calm as you hummed lullabies to it each night.

“I think you’re sweet,” You declared softly into the darkness of your room one rainy evening. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

A clawed hand emerged from the pitch black of the closet, hesitantly pushing the door open a little wider. The closet door creaked in protest of the movement. You watched for a moment, transfixed, then reached out your own hand slowly. You touched its rough, warm palm with your fingers.

“You can come out if you want,” you coaxed sweetly. “You don’t have to hide from me... I won't hurt you.” The monster hesitated, processing your words, but only for a moment. It stepped out of the closet, into your room, as you took a step back to accommodate it.

The monster was tall, easily towering over your form. The creature was odd, strange, yet beautiful in a way that defied words. Its eyes were soft and it gave you a crooked smile with too many teeth, which should’ve scared you, but you found it oddly endearing. The expression on its face was awkward and hesitant. It blinked slowly, nervously, like you were more dangerous than it - this creature with teeth and claws that could’ve easily ripped through your flesh like paper.

“You’re not what I expected,” You giggled as you looked up and down the creature’s form, "you're beautiful." You took in this mysterious creature, then looked up to meet it’s eyes with a smile of your own, lips curled upward in wonder. The creature startled at the sound of your laughter, enchanted by the noise.

"You...are bewitching." The monster croaked out, its own hand finally responding as it wrapped around yours. Its sharp claws carefully brushed against your soft skin once its hand fully engulfed your own, the creature afraid to hurt its newly acquired treasure.