Cryptid week 3. Loveland Frog
/N: Lore on this cryptid. Also this is probably one of the weirdest stories I’ve ever written, so… enjoy?
Summary: Going fishing at night sounded like a very random plan for a weekend, but you preferred it to clubbing, so you said yes… Much to the lake monster’s delight.
Frogman x fem!reader || oviposition, dub-con, breeding, overstimulation, degradation, (light) humiliation, semi-public sex
When your friend offered their cabin in the woods to spend a whole weekend fishing, you thought it sounded lowkey like a nightmare. Fishing sounded like a very tedious activity, and you weren’t a fan of repetitive tasks with lots of silence.
But truth be told, you preferred that rather than going to a random concert from your other friend’s hook-up who thought they could sing. They couldn’t. So when the time to choose an activity came, you decided on the fishing.
And well… it turned out good for you.
You arrive at the lake house at noon, and you try to hide your disgust when you smile at your friend. The “house” is not a house at all, not even a cabin, it’s a block of wood between a few trees that looks like a place where someone would hide a body. You are supposed to sleep there today, so you aren’t going to complain, because that’s better than nothing, but ew.
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