TW: Monsterfucking, age difference (all are adults though), rut/heat, small descriptions of parts (mostly on werewolf), reader being described as cute and little (but note any size would be little to this wolf).
Werewolf Mechanic who was simply a gruff, scarred, and quiet older creature. The type to run a shop near the edge of the forest; Open to mortals and immortals alike. Open to any kind of payment as long as it kept his little shop floatin'.
Werewolf Mechanic who wasn't all that surprised when a pretty, but clueless little thing like you, strolled into the shop one day. Nervous about a questionable shake your truck had. You claimed it used to be your grandparent's, but they passed it onto you after some time when you took over their farm. You could out garden the most diligent dryad, but you didn't know jackdiddlysquat about trucks.
Werewolf Mechanic who agreed to take a shot at your problem, only if you brought him some of your harvest this year; A couple of pumpkins, squash, cabbages, etc. Nothing too extreme, just a little somethin' he could keep in his freezer for the colder months. You didn't have to pay a cent.
Werewolf Mechanic who began to see you more regularly after fixin' your truck. You brought him the vegetables he asked for, but you also just started to visit him for seemingly no reason. It's not like your truck needed anything else, you had assured him that, but you kept coming back to the shop. Checking in on him, rambling about whatever you had to do that day, helping clean up after hours, etc. Just a pretty young thing who kept coming to see him. So...Whose fault was it that he got attached? Especially when the last heat of the season came by.
Werewolf Mechanic who found himself coming up with excuses to keep you longer. Claims that he couldn't find his keys, or that he'd lost a couple of screws on the main floor; Anything to keep you a little later. Anything...So that his paws could linger on you longer. So that he could catch a whiff of your scent in the shop even when you had gone for the evening. So that his little remarks about takin' you out sometime didn't fall on deaf ears. So that when his rut finally came on, maybe his cute human would stay?
Werewolf Mechanic who was hanging off of your very neck that night. Huffing and grunting about how you didn't even know what you did to him. How he'd been wantin' to bend you over that gorgon's mercedes all fuckin' day...And finally did.
Werewolf Mechanic who never really calmed down, once he got you naked and spread against the hood of the car. His paws big enough to engulf your legs and keep them in place, as his tongue explored your entrance. Groaning at your taste while his tail dusted the floor.
Being careful of his fangs as they pressed against your skin. Leaving little nicks here and there, while his snout was pressed as close to your opening as he could get. Getting wetter by the second as he sucked harshly inside of you. Growling when he discovered your sweet spot and repeatedly targeted it. Not stopping until you were a wet, shivering mess on him.
Werewolf Mechanic who you could guess was hung, but just not by how much until now. His cock swinging freely on display as it unsheathed itself. A good 10 inches or more with a knotted base, dripping and hot just for you. How would you take something like that? Well, what mate couldn't??
Werewolf Mechanic who put you through the absolute ringer that night. Pounding into you as he had you folded in half. Or at least what felt like it...Probably putting a dent into the car with the way he was manhandling you. Pushing past your little ring of resistance to shove his base inside. Barely letting your hips loose as he growled and sneered near your little scent gland. Biting into it without a second thought, while your screams and moans rang out into the evening. Eventually twisting you every which way but lose, as the sun began to shine through the air conditioning unit on the shop's garage doors.
Werewolf Mechanic who when he was in a better headspace, would realize just how much more work he had made for himself. And possible loss of a client...But would deal with that after his rut ran it's course. His little, human mate was much better to focus on during his heat.
Getting a jumpstart on our Monster month in October, so you have plenty of time! 31 prompts, mix and match for writing, art, and all other mediums. Do a drabble a day or one big epic—up to you! Kink encouraged (thanks to @sciroccoorion35 for the Monster Mash title) but not required.
For more inspiration, listen to @jennyanythot’s fantastic playlist: it was a graveyard smash 😏
Add yours to the collection on Ao3 here. Anything added before October will revealed on October 1st.
Prompts in plain text below the cut. Please reblog!
Week 1: Choose Your Hero/Horror (Mix and Match)
Lucy
Lockwood
George
Skull
Flo
Holly
Kipps
A. Werewolves
B. Vampires
C. Witches
D. Grim Reaper
E. Swamp Monster
F. Zombies
G. Corpses
Week 2: Choose Your Weapon/Weakness
8. Holy Water/Crucifix
9. Salt & Iron
10. Lavender
11. Wooden Stake
12. Silver Bullet
13. Flamethrower
14. Magic
Week 3: Choose Your Setting
15. Haunted House
16. Graveyard
17. Crumbling Castle
18. Black Lagoon
19. Moonlit Forest
20. Broad Daylight
21. Abandoned Hospital or Laboratory
Week 4: Choose Your Power Source
22. Virgin Sacrifice
23. Full Moon
24. Ancient Curse
25. Fear & Emotion
26. Electricity/Lightning Strike
27. Science Gone Wrong
28. Possession
Bonus: Candy Bag
29. Bite Me/Sweet Tooth
30. Bride of ______
31. Give Into the Call
"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.. 💔💔💔
Celebrate October with Moshang Events!! Create all kinds of creature content and tag us to promote your spooky works in this prompt-based event. All flavors of Moshang are welcome as are any other ships you feel inspired for!
List of creature prompts from left to right starting on the top row: Oni, Hellhound, Gargoyle, Naga, Lizard folk, Ogre, Merfolk, Giant, Wendigo, Drider, Dragon, Werewolf, Carnivorous plant, Minotaur, and Alien!
