Three upper body and one lower body. But he has three different constiousness. Each have different opinions.
Chubby reader is the only thing they agree in common. Even though only one lower body, their libido is equal to 3 monster men. Loves showing off there chubby reader to all other monster but possessive. Like they will strip naked in public and embarassed female chubby reader is mortified and feels humiliated but feels aroused in a pervasive way. Chimera partner allows other monster to touch reader, take pictures of reader, Even allows others to finger her but when it comes to fucking, the other monster should not even dream about it. The only tongues and dick that can touch their female is theirs.
Hope you could do this request.
A/N: This was hard to try to make it work in a short story, but I think I did pretty good. Enjoy!
When you started dating your chimera boyfriend, you knew he was a bit special, a bit too much in some aspects. And in a way, you liked that about him. You liked that he was a bit confusing, that he felt like three monsters in one, that he looked like he could jump on you and ravage you at any second. It was intoxicating to be with somebody who thoroughly enjoyed your company and was a bit obsessed with the way you acted around him.
But when he started acting on those instincts, it awoke something inside of you that you weren't even aware existed.
Since your relationship turned serious, you've been unhinged in the sexual department, and he hasn't been any better. He has the libido of multiple monsters, and you are a perverted little freak.
He touches you in public, ripping your panties away every time you wear dresses, touching you inappropriately no matter who's looking (much to your delight). He gropes your chubby body for everybody to see, exposing it to some of them if they are lucky enough.
He allows some of his friends to touch you, sitting back and jerking off as they grope your lucious body, touching all your soft spots and turning you on to the point of insanity. They are allowed to touch, even sometimes being allowed to take pics as long as your face is now showing (which they do, obviously).
And during all of that, your pussy quivers and your brain goes pliant because there's something about the way your chimera boyfriend watches you with hunger, and the embarrassment that boils inside of you only accentuating the way your body feels and reacts... You feel like the absolute pervert, but as soon as his friends disappear, he makes sure to remedy your need and play with you just the right way.
Your pussy is dripping, your legs are shaking, and your clit is so tingly you are pretty sure with a single touch he could have you begging. And he takes full advantage of that knowledge. After his friends teased you to no end, he kneels before you and flicks his too long tongue along your slit.
An orgasm explodes inside of you as you shout his name. Before you have time to process he's grabbed you by the waist, his inhuman force more than enough to keep your chubby body in the air as he impales himself in one long thrust. Your moans and screams mix in a symphony of sin as he fucks you without care. He comes before you do, but you aren't worried, not when you know he can go on for hours.
And he does.
He fucks you until you can't keep your motuh closed and you're drooling all over. Until your juices make a puddle on the ground. Until you can barely keep up with his movements. Until he's come so many times inside of you that your stomach is distended...
I swear I've already done a poll like this, but I cannot find it anywhere!
I've been scribbling little blurbs for a Gladiator!Monster x Reader story and I'm undecided on the type of monster.
I like the idea of a Golem/Construct. But other monsters I've seen you all suggest are fun too.
So, I'm making a poll while I plan out this story. Probably won't be smutty - possibly suggestive - but we'll see where the story goes.
Gladiator!Monster Type
Golem/Construct
Undead/Abomination
Chimera
Ogre/Cyclops
See Results
Voting ended onFeb 25
I could also make this a series. And go through each monster type. But we'll see how I feel after writing this one.
As always, ask-box is open to suggestions or thoughts on any stories I write and have planned!
Not necessarily a traditional chimera, just a monster that you mish mash together yourself since you’re the author! I wanna make sure you have a lot of creative reign to design the creature how you want to!
Scenario/Plot: A retelling/inspired story of Beauty and the Beast, but female reader agrees to be his bride from the very start. She has abandonment issues and just yearns to be loved by anyone who’ll take her. And reader found her monster groom to be very attractive from the beginning. She’s just enjoying her life living in opulence with a man that’s fully devoted to her. *Cute shenanigans ensue between the couple, that ends in a Gomez and Morticia Adams romance*
Not sure if this’d be good for NSFW, or just a super fluffy romance would be better!
It's spring, and I'm in my historically inaccurate Regency Era. I hope you will enjoy it!
chimera!Lord Elohim x human!Reader
Good to know: no warnings, and I can't promise anything, but there is a chance that we will meet Lord Elohim again because I have more ideas for their pair
A soft 'thank you' slips past your lips as the carriage door opens, and a hand reaches out towards you, offering help. Your fingers find a firm grip as you step out onto the gravel path, gathering the soft fabric of your dress to pull it out of your way. The pebbles creak under your shoes, mixing with the bustling noises of the others around you. Your gaze scans your surroundings, finding a few familiar faces among the guests. The ladies are adorned in their latest gowns, following the fashion and expectations of their titles. Their necklaces and earrings glint and shine under the warm light of the lampions and candles like the stars in the dark sky above you. In contrast, the men appear dull in their dark coats and trousers.
"Y/N?"
Your attention shifts from the guests to the mansion before you. Your gaze sweeps over the sturdy walls and delicate carvings and details. Candles glow in every window, dancing and pulsing among the lush vines that climb the grandiose building.
"Y/N?"
A slight frown pulls on your brows as your attention pauses at the wide window above the entrance door. A tall shadow stands firm and straight. The lights streaming out from the house make it impossible to see clearly.
"Y/N!"
Your gaze tears away from the sight as an arm curls around yours, pulling you away from the next carriage in the long row of arriving guests.
You need a moment to drag your focus away from the window. The back of your mind still lingers on the dark figure, though. "Mother?"
"What are you doing?" She asks.
Your frown again with confusion this time. "What do you mean?"
"Come." Despite her small, delicate form, your mother has every power in her body to drag you into the house after showing the man standing at the door your invitation.
"Wow!" Your amazement escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your eyes are on the chandelier hanging from the painted ceiling.
"Don't be so crude!"
"I'm not!" You reply, looking at the older woman with an amused smile. It's so easy to rile her up. "Come on! Don't tell me you are not surprised."
She looks around more discreetly than you. Her attention lingers on the wallpapers with golden details, lush plants, and framed paintings. "I mean…"
You can't help but laugh. "See?"
"Well, the King was generous," she hums quietly, making sure you are the only one who can hear her while the others come and go around you two.
"He saved his nephew," you reason. "He almost died."
The ballroom is already buzzing with life as you and your mother continue further into the mansion, her arm still linked with yours.
"Wow!"
"Y/N!"
You don't even bother with a reaction. You're too busy taking in the green walls with their glinting decor, the flickering candles, and the sturdy wooden furniture. The windows, wide and tall, are framed with dark curtains, offering glimpses of the garden behind the mansion filled with lush greens and flowerbeds. From what you can see, the whole house is elegant and stylish, with the obvious preferences of its male owner.
"I will bring us something to drink," you tell your mother when you see the familiar form of your neighbor coming your way. The woman's face is red with excitement, and her eyes shine with news and the latest topics to gossip about. You already know most of them anyway.
"Thank you, dear," your mother replies, letting go of your arm to face the other woman.
The excited voice of your neighbor soon disappears in the cacophony of the soft music that is quiet enough to give space for the chatter in the room. Young couples dance in the middle in each other's arms, whispering and swirling at the melody while the others stand around with drinks. Their voices mingle together to the point you can't understand them.
Maybe it's for the better.
After the King bestowed a title, fortune, and lands upon a monster who saved his nephew from certain death on the battlefield, it became impossible to avoid the whispers circulating through the streets and social gatherings. Allowing monsters to earn wealth and find a way to integrate into human society, primarily through the military, was one thing; however, granting them titles and authority was an entirely different affair. The Ton found themselves uncertain of how to react without angering the King.
They don't dare to express their opinions to the monarch; they are not dense, after all. Yet, they can't readily accept the monster into their social circles, either.
Then, a week ago, everyone received an invitation from Lord Elohim, putting many between a rock and a hard place to your utmost amusement.
As you survey the room full of people of the society close to the King, you notice that their curiosity outweighs their resentment. For tonight, at least. The lack of your surprise is understandable; you are sure this party will provide rich fodder for gossip for weeks, if not months. You glance back at your mother and her friend, already chatting in hushed whispers. Yes, you think, it's already started. It started even before the night began.
The table is pushed next to the wall between two windows. Your eyes scan the various drinks, cakes, and fruits, all fresh and ripe. You're about to reach for two cups when your attention shifts to an archway nearby. Through it, you glimpse a narrow corridor and another open door with a tall bookshelf. Your hand hesitates in mid-air, halfway to the drinks.
You shouldn't.
Your gaze sweeps over the guests, observing everyone having a great time. People continue to dance under the watchful eyes of the wallflowers and eager mothers, while the men chat in small groups.
Your mother would kill you.
As you stand still, unnoticed by the others, you find yourself repeatedly turning your attention back to the door outside.
It would be really rude of you.
You take a few tentative steps away from the table, still focusing on the people around you. A few of them smile when your eyes meet, but nobody stops to start a conversation with you.
Just a quick glance, you tell yourself as you slowly back out of the ballroom. Nobody will know.
The corridor appears much darker in contrast to the ballroom, and when you step into the other room, you have to light a candle you find on the small table next to the door.
The small library is much simpler than the other rooms of the house you've had the chance to see. The walls are hidden by bookshelves, with two sofas and a small coffee table in the middle. From there, you have a full view of another part of the garden spreading out behind the mansion.
You move quietly and slowly with the small, burning candle in your hand. The floor creaks under your steps. The dancing flame warms your face as you lean closer to read the spines of the books. The soft glow illuminates the line of your eyes and the slope of your nose. Most of the books are worn and faded.
You glance at the entrance every now and then, making sure nobody has noticed your absence yet. The noises of the music and the guests seem far away through the half-closed door.
You should go, though.
You nibble on your lower lip until it's red and slightly swollen as you reach up to the shelf. The book you grasp is dark red with a golden title. You can see that it has been regularly read.
Just a peek, you try to convince yourself, and you'll be ready to go.
Before you know it, you're sitting on one of the sofas with the candle on the table and the book on your lap.
Your mother will definitely kill you.
"It's from a friend." The deep voice coming from the door almost makes you jump out of your skin. You grab the books at the last moment before they slip from your lap to the ground.
"Oh!" Your heart throbs in your throat as you gasp for air.
"He wrote it," he continues, stepping closer. His hands are behind his back. The dark blue coat stretches on his broad shoulders. "While he was traveling."
You have seen monsters before. Even though humans are not particularly fond of them, they are not banned from cities and towns. At least, not anymore.
But you have never seen anything like him before.
Your eyes rake over his tall, sturdy form. At first, you think he is a rakshasa, with a thick yet lean body and a dark mane around his head, but there are goat horns peeking out of the thick fur. And instead of the delicate lion tail, a crocodile one swings behind him, dark green and covered in scales.
"Lord…" You gasp again, standing up from your seat. You can't hide the surprise in your voice or wipe it away from your face. Your fingers are tight on the book, still open.
"Lord Elohim," he says with a slight bow. "And you are…"
"Lady Y/L/N," you tell him. You are still so overwhelmed by him that you forget your manners entirely. You stare at him openly without shame. He is barefoot. The white shirt he wears is a bit bigger than him, showing off a bit of his chest, and tucked into the creamy-colored trousers that hug his lean waist perfectly.
A slight grimace pulls on his face, letting you see his sharp canines. "I'm not doing it right, am I?"
He seems easy and amused. Even a bit awkward. Your tense posture relaxes a bit. Your shoulders fall.
"I mean," you dare to tease him with a small smile. "You should be outside, socializing, but I shouldn't be here either. And for that, I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he says, stepping even closer. Your breath hitches. "I love being here too, so I understand." His gaze runs over the shelves full of books before his attention falls on you again. "How do you like it?" He nods to the book still in your hand.
"It's interesting," you tell him. "I didn't know orcs have such a rich culture."
There is a glint of amusement in his eyes. "How many orcs do you know?"
Heat creeps up on your cheeks. "None."
"You can take it with you," he says, motioning to the book again. "It's really good."
"Oh, I can't…"
"You can," he says immediately. "I'm offering." He is so close that you have to crane your neck to see his face. The male is handsome, with his almost black snout and golden eyes. The realization shocks you. You didn't think monsters could be so attractive.
"Well," you clear your throat. Your nose is full of his scent. Warmth and nature. "Thank you." You put it down on the table next to you, though. Maybe you can sneak in before you have to leave and take it home without your mother noticing. She wouldn't be happy with you leaving the ballroom and being alone with a man, monster or not.
"You are here with…"
"My mother," you tell him. "She is outside… where I should be."
He grins. "Me too."
None of you move.
"Do you want me to introduce you?" You ask him. You can't just leave him here. Not after he offered you his book and was so kind to you. "It can be scary around the ton for the first time."
There is something wolfish in his smirk that makes your insides tremble with excitement. You understand, though. You don't think there are a lot of things that can scare him.
"Thank you," Lord Elohim says in the end, holding up his arm for you to take. He is warm under your touch as you accept his offer.
Your heart flutters at his closeness.
Eyes fall on you the moment you step into the ballroom on Lord Elohim's side. Your fingers tighten on the curve of his elbows, and he squeezes your hand softly as a reassurance. The room gets quiet as you make your way to your mother through the crowd. Her eyes are wide with shock as you approach her.
"Mother," you smile at her, not caring about the heavy gazes on you and the monster. "Let me introduce Lord Elohim."
Your mother curtsies, taking back the control over her face. A soft smile appears on her lips, and she looks up at the tall male. "My Lord."
"Lady Y/L/N," he bows, still holding onto you on his arm. His paw-like hand is warm on your glove-covered skin. "Please," he straightens, looking around the room. "Continue. Enjoy the night."
His words are followed by silence, and everyone needs a few seconds to regain their composure and focus on their business. Quiet murmurs ripple through the guests, the music starts again, and the weight of the others' attention lifts off your shoulders a bit. Not entirely, though.
"Thank you for the invitation, my Lord," your mother says. You know she feels awkward even though she is really great at hiding it.
"I hope everything is for your liking."
"Of course," the older woman nods.
Before another tense silence could fall on your small company, you turn to the male. He is already watching you, and you can see your mother's eyes widening with fear about what you plan to say. You understand her.
"It would be really gentlemanly of you to ask me to dance."
You hear your mother gasping, but your focus is on Lord Elohim and his sharp canines as he smiles at you. There is something satisfied and cheeky in the curve.
His golden eyes bore into yours as he gently tugs on your hand, leading you to the couples dancing in the heart of the ballroom. You're aware of the gazes fixed upon you, analyzing your every move, yet you couldn't care less. Your attention is consumed by the chimera before you. His paw-like hand trails from yours, grazing over your arm until it settles on the small of your back, drawing you closer until you're enveloped by his embrace. A tingling sensation courses through your entire being. A sigh escapes your lips before you can stop it.
"Are you alright, my lady?" The rumble of his chest echoes within yours.
Are you okay? You're uncertain. Unable to tear your gaze away from his, you feel like a raw nerve, sensitive and on the verge of bursting as he encloses you against himself. The air around you grows hot and heavy, causing your chest to ache and throb.
A smirk plays on his lips. "Are you thinking of running?" Lord Elohim teases, regarding you like a deer he often spots in his garden at dawn. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips, you gaze up at him. He's certain the soft skin of your cheeks would be warm under his touch if he dared to act as he desires despite the attention of his guests. Oh, how he longs to send them all home and keep only you for himself. The pretty little lady with the tendency to sneak around.
"No," you breathe out, fighting for air when you find your voice, holding onto his shoulder more firmly as if he is the only one who keeps you on your feet. You can feel the softness of his mane on your fingertips. Your other hand is in the air in his grasp.
It takes a moment for you to register the orchestra and your body's response to the gentle melody. You move mindlessly under Lord Elohim's guide. Swaying back and forth, you follow the male's lead on the dance floor. His embrace envelops you in warmth, leaving you feeling giddy and breathless as he twirls you, pulling you back to him moments later. You smile up at him, on the verge of laughter.
"You're quite the dancer," you compliment him.
"Well, thank you," he hums, his gaze still firmly fixed on yours. "In that case, I hope you won't mind if I ask you to dance with me again." And a few more times.
You don't answer immediately. A sense of certainty washes over you, Lord Elohim will be your lifelong dance partner. The thought fills you with excitement for your future as you stare up at him. It seems like the gold of his eyes swirls under the lights that dance in sync with you.
Maybe some LMK yanderes with a darling who can’t handle loud noises and will shut down or panic from yelling/anything loud? (Preferably traffic light trio but whoever you wanna do!)
I've decided to do all three then them as a Poly Couple, cause we need it in the world.
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Warning, the following content has disturbing/triggering themes such as; Yanderes, Abusive/Unhealthy Relationship(s), Sound Sensitivity, Manipulation, False Imprisonment, and others. I do not support or encourage these themes or actions, they are merely written fictional events for entertainment. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20.
MK
He first learns of your sensitivity when he or Mei get too loud and he sees you cover his ears.
Once he's been informed, he'll put in the effort to not be as loud around you.
Though, that doesn't mean he'll be perfect at it.
He honestly tries, he just forgets about it sometimes.
Regardless of that, he does stop going to loud places like the club and gets you some noise-cancelling headphones and sleeping earbuds.
Mei Dragon
She finds out about it very quickly, before you two even start dating.
He becomes very soft-spoken around you and will train her friends to not be loud around you. She'll give them the death glare if they become too loud and will hit them when you aren't looking.
Like MK, she buys you noise-cancelling headphones, with a built-in tracker in them. And that's where the wholesomeness ends.
When you're not home, she'll install some noise-making devices in. These go off randomly and make different sounds and go at different volumes. The only time they are off is when she is there.
This is done to psychologically install into your brain that she is safe to be around and that it would be safer for you to be with her then be by yourself. Aka, she uses your sensitivity against you.
Red Son
Unlike the other two, he doesn't really clue into your sensitivity. He only figures it out when you tell him.
It doesn't guarantee him lowering his volume either. He just puts some headphones on you and hopes that helps.
He still yells, he still plays music loudly, he still works on his trinkets loudly, he still fights with his parents.
The only time he does something for you about the volume is if HIS parents yell at you. He goes into a fit of rage and yells at him twice as loud, which doesn't help the situation.
He doesn't do anything because he doesn't love you, he does it because he doesn't think he should change. He takes offence when he yells and you cover your ears, thinking you don't want to listen to what he has to say. The best advice is to be careful.
Chimera
With everything stated above, Mei and MK will kick Red Son every time he forgets. The three get into fights every time Red forgets about your sensitivity and yells.
Red does it through to him, and he really doesn't like how he has had to change. But it all makes it up for it when he wakes up and sees you have wrapped your arms around him.
MK and Mei buy you noise-cancelling headphones and will tap your shoulder when they want to talk to you.
There've been moments when the three get pretty loud and one of them recommends to you to put on the headphones.
What ends up happening is that the three decide to move you into Mei's house, where she's built a room just for you. It's noise-cancelling and has a vault-like lock. It doesn't take you long to realise that you've been locked in.
Alfea's Magical Girl Fairy School (Winx Club Reader Insert)
Chapter 1: First Day & Dormmates
This Winx Club Fanfic was brought to you by DragonStar sponsored by Winxwasmychildhood.org which was made possible by viewers like you enjoy
Fair warning: not everything that's going to go down in this will be from the tv series since I like doing my own thing with fanfics that I write so just so you don't get confused I placed this here as a heads up. Now you know.
P.S this is a reader insert that means you are the Main Character of the story.
______: First name
(I will be giving you an eye color I hope that you don't mind ^^')
(h/c) Hair color
(Same with skin color again I hope you won't mind)
I will be giving you the last name this time.
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Finally, I have now come of age to attend Alfea, it was something that I have been looking forward to going. In hopes of improving upon my magical powers and gaining what I need to be a good queen to my people. My Mother and Father also warn me to not only study but to be on look out for any royalty students attending as well so that I may make good relationships with them to help further prosper our kingdom.
But to only seek out royalty anything other than studying and bettering myself is unnecessary thus deserving no further attention, and I had no plans on going against it for nothing else piques my interest.
For I was taught to have nothing else to gain my interest other than my kingdom: Frozonia, if it prospers I prosper. Anything and everything I do is for it and it alone. No desires for myself no wants or needs for myself other than the want and need for a glorious kingdom.
It didn't take long for me to arrive to Alfea, there were a bunch of other girls at the front waiting for Griselda to finishing verifying if rather or not they belonged here. One girl was having a bit of trouble since Griselda was having trouble finding her name on the list and it wasn't til the girl told the older woman how her name was spelled did she finally spot the name and allowed her access.
The red head in front of me appeared to be worried as the two whispered about something, I saw the blonde female rip apart a letter for a reason unknown to me before approaching Griselda.
"Hello Ms. G this is Princess Varanda the princess of Callisto" I glanced to the redhead who was acting funny, I found it odd about how she was acting when being introduced but wrote it off as none of my concern, Griselda argued over the blonde who's name I now learned was Stella, return to Alfea especially after what she did to their science class to which Stella replied on how her parents did pay for some of the school's new stuff.
I was getting a bit annoyed at having to wait for the pair to finish their chit-chat, have preferred that they have this kind of personal chat when she doesn't have to allow access to a bunch of girls waiting to get in but since I have been taught to keep these sort of things in check so I knew not to voice this.
Though I was also taught to offer my honest thoughts and opinions and to be blunt a queen as no time for beating around the bush since I was not asked there was no need. My people though blunt and truthful with what we say, we tend to be a silent and quiet bunch only speaking when spoken too or when necessary.
I didn't deem now necessary, finally, they finished and I was finally next. "Name?"
"_____ Frosthart Princess of planet Crystria" I answered with a stoic face and a voice void of any emotion.
"Ah yes I see your name right here, go right ahead" I wasted no time walking through the gates and into Alfea, soon the head mistress Faragonda showed up and give a big speech before we were allowed to go inside when she finished. I quickly located my room and it appears two of my dormmates where already here.
One was a orange-blonde hair girl with a bob-cut hairstyle and hazel eyes, the other a fair-skinned girl with long, chest length brown hair with neatly brushed bangs above her eyes, while she has a strand or two hang over her shoulders with sea blue eyes. Both girls appeared friendly enough as they greeted me.
"Hi I'm Amaryl and this is my friend Francine" The two offered a kind and friendly smiles as they stuck their hands out for me to shake. I stared for a brief second before accepting their kind gesture.
"So would you happen to be Looma or ______?" Francine asked, before I could respond another voice spoke up. All three of us turned to the entrance of the room where the voice originated from.
Standing there a was brown hair, green eyes girl with her hair styled into a tight bun and two braids in the front. Her eyes shone bright with kindness and excitement. "Hello" She greeted kindly, placing her right hand on her chest. "I'm Looma and it would seem that from now and we will be dormmates"
"Ah so then that would make you _______" Francine said before returning Looma's greetings, as they started to converse I went to my room and used my magic to unpack everything. It wasn't long before Looma walked in still smiling.
"Looks like you already picked your side of the room" She said as she walked over to the other side and did the same as me with her magic as she unpacked I noticed she had a lot more clothes than I so it was safe to assume that she was really into clothing and fashion. She also had a few other things to make her own clothing.
"You weren't there when I told the others but if you ever need any clothing or some specially made feel free to ask all I need are some cool stuff to make them out of or if you want just buy some off me, it's really no trouble since I'm always making more than I really need" She gave an awkward laugh when addressing her lack of self-control on making clothing.
I don't really think that I will be needing any clothing specially made from her or to purchase any off her anytime soon but did make sure to keep note of it just in case. You never know when this knowledge might come in handy.
I nodded to let her know that it was acknowledged, she smiled in returned and started going over to the desk she unpacked and got to designing something that I can only assume was clothing.
I didn't have anything planned so I just sat down on my bed reading as my roommate hummed while drawing which I didn't mind since I would only tune it out once I get adsorbed onto the book. And in no time at all I was soon lost into a land of my own.
That is until a rabbit came out of nowhere and hopped right onto my book and soon a girl's voice shouted out a name that wasn't mine or any of my dormmates.
"Kiko!" She came rushing in and stopped once her blue orbs landed on the gray little bunny who was smiling sheepishly, they soon turned to me as she took notice that he was standing on my book.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know why he went running off like that" She appeared to be genuinely sorry for her rabbit's actions as she stared into my icy blue eyes.
I looked at her for a bit before turning my gaze to her rabbit and picking him up, the moment my hands made contact with his tiny little body he started to shiver but it wouldn't last too long since he would soon be in his master's hands as I handed him over.
"It is fine any damage done I can easily fix but do try to be careful next time" She nodded as she took the little bunny in her hand's as he immediately started to warm up.
"Right it won't" She nodded as I returned to my book. She got the hint that I didn't wish to speak anymore and soon left as I picked up where I unwillingly left off.
I finally reached the end of my book and was left wondering why did the main character make such a choice? Why did they choose to abandon their kingdom for someone else? It didn't make sense, no matter how many times I read books like this I could never figure it out.
Since the day I was born I was told that the kingdom and the people's welfare were to be placed above all else which means doing whatever was necessary to make sure that our kingdom was prospering.
So for her to make such a decision only leads to one thing for me to believe since it was the only thing that made sense, her tutors didn't educate her well enough at all, I just hope that other kingdoms in this story learn from this and never hire that person again.
I sighed as I placed my book onto the stand next to me and soon realizing that it was now night time, I must have missed lunch.... I look over to check on Looma and she was still drawing, I get up to tap her on the shoulder which startled her.
"Oh it's you, sorry you kind of scar-" Her eyes glanced around the room before landing back on me. "Um.. is it night time?" I nodded.
"Darn that means I miss lunch" She pouted before looking to me again. "Why didn't you say anything?" I pointed to my book.
"After finishing my book I was only now made aware" She looked over at my stand(no that's not a jojo reference) before nodding and then smiling.
"I guess that means we are sort of alike only we get far too absorbed in different things" She giggled before yawning. "Well not that it matters now I'm far too tired to eat anyway" She stood from her seat heading over to her bed.
"I'm going to head off to bed, night" She hopped into the bed pulling the sheets over her as I soon deiced to do the same as well.
Closing my eyes I soon drifted to sleep, one that was dreamless as usual for me they normally were anyway. It happens so often that I can't remember if I ever had dreams before or maybe I just simply can't remember them... whatever the case it doesn't really matter all that much anyway.....
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Okay so, this has already been posted on my watt pad and quotev, and is how it will be staying, the next parts will be drafts and possible outcomes
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chimera!Grin x human!Reader x chimera!Nelnir
Good to know: no warning
Previously: [chimera] Grin
Summary: Your night is saved by the twins.
[sneak peek]
You snap your head up to find the familiar face of a chimera leaning against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips. The dim light makes it hard to tell whether it's Grin or Nelnir, but you can make out the mischievous glint in his dark blue eyes.
"Do you see something you like?" he asks, his smile widening when you don’t immediately respond.
You huff out a half-laugh, half-scoff. "Wouldn't you like that?"
He chuckles, leaning in slightly. "You don't have to lie to yourself, darling." The white shirt he is wearing stretches across his chest, emphasizing the strength beneath it. His head tilts to the side, his thick mane cascading around the horns perched at the top of his head. "I don’t mind the attention."
"Nelnir," you finally recognize, the younger of the brothers.
"Your favorite twin," the male nods. "So? What are you watching? Stalking my Instagram?"
You raise an eyebrow at him, skeptical. "Do you have one?"
He gives you a mock-offended look. "Of course. I uploaded a picture of Poppy one year ago."
"Poppy?"
"My favorite cow," he says with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "You’d know if you did stalk my Instagram."
You can read the full story here, and a smutty extra chapter too.
Hi yes a romantic Chimera drabble under the cut because I got inspired
- Moon
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the sound and feeling taking over your senses as you stared into bright, teal eyes. Your blood ran cold as your back hit the wall behind you. Gaze flickering between the robotic mobian and the door, eyes watering as it hit you.
You were cornered. There was no escape.
As they stepped closer and closer, you closed your eyes and held your breath to brace yourself for whatever pain may come. Their footsteps sounding in the otherwise quiet room being the only indicator of their approach. And then they stopped, warmth radiating from right in front of you.
You felt a clawed, yet warm, metal hand grab your chin with a care that seemed impossible for a machine created to kill, to fulfill a mad man’s plans. Your eyes opened instinctively as your head was tilted up.
The robot was right in front of you, the hand with two deadly claws used to support their weight placed on the wall by your head as they towered over you, staring down with an emotion you couldn’t quite place in their eyes - want? Need?
They moved their thumb up, gliding it over your lips with a gentle touch as to avoid tearing the delicate skin. Then, they let go, brushing your hair out of your eyes before cupping your cheek.
It felt…loving?
“You are beautiful. And don’t you ever forget that.”
And then, they let go. Pushed away from the wall, from you, and left as though nothing had occurred, the blue and teal flame that sprouted from their head being the last you saw of them as they exited the room.
For now, anyway. No doubt they’d return.
oh no i'm in love
chimera simp first! human being second!
this was so super sweet!!! my heart jumped, i wasn't expecting it to be so intimate and cute!! chimera is your hand heavy? i'll hold it for you
this was beautifull written too, thank you SO much for sharing!!!
