Something about a feral not quite sapient werewolf really does it for me. Can't even talk to you, doesn't think, only knows: "Pussy makes knot feel so good" so he just humps and humps and whines and keens, hoping the burning ache in his cock will end. He's an animal hunting for pleasure
tw: heavy dub-con
Imagine finding a werewolf in the woods. You are just walking around, trying to get some fresh air after being inside for too long. You hear him before you see him, your whole body tensing while you try to process exactly what the sound is. The whining and the tiny grunts sound like a wounded animal, and your heart is just too big not to try to find it.
You find the werewolf trapped between two big trees, his body struggling against some kind of trap that probably some hunters set up. He's struggling, his whole body tense when he whines. Poor thing can't escape the ropes, but when you approach, you realize that's not why he's struggling so much. His hands are trapped above his head, and his dick is so hard and leaking so profusely there's a tiny puddle under him. You approach carefully, talking softly to him.
The second your smell hits his nose, you know you are in trouble. The roar that escapes his throat is nothing but a predator alerting his prey. You only have time to gasp before the ropes around him give up and he jumps to the ground. You turn around in a rush, determined to run away, but you don't have time for that. You don't have time for anything before his big body collides with yours.
Your body propells forward, but his big hand catches your head before you hit the ground. His body covers yours completely, so big and warm and relentless in his way to pull on your clothes. You try to soothe him with little shushing sounds, but with each movement it's clearer and clearer that what he wants to do to you, the reminder of his hard leaking dick pressing against your lower back while he ruts into your body.
You try to act proper, but the movement and his whimpering and groaning are doing something for you. Your body is heating, your pussy is clenching, and to your embarrassment... you want him. You open your legs a bit, and he falls between them, his dick finally positioned close to your pussy. You arch your back as much as you can, offering yoruself to him. That only makes him more feral, his roar shaking the trees around you when his claws finally rip the last piece of clothes off your body, the tip of his dick connecting with your core.
He doesn't wait for a word, he plunges forward while you let out a silent scream that turns into broken vowels and half-yips while he pounds into you with the whole force of his body. It's intoxicating, brain-melting, and you can barely contain the pleasure that mixes with a hint of pain. He's rutting into you like a desperate creature, mumbling words that make no sense, but not stopping for even a second.
Much to your humiliation, you come on the werewolf dick, screaming at the top of your lungs as your body seizes around him. His responding roar is accompanied by a feeling of fullness, your pussy stretching so widely you can barely breathe when his knot expands inside of you completely. You stop thinking, the only feeling is the one of your pussy clenching over his knot, of the fullness of him inside of you. And meanwhile, he comes and comes and comes, the only sounds out of his mouth are broken words, something about "knot", something about "pussy", something about "mate".
>///< the tentacle monster and the human are sOOOOo cute! you have the best brain ever *gives your brain a cookie* may your pillow always be cold!!! you should definitely write a part 3! I love how oblivious the human is 😆
I noticed you mentioned the monster had a body and a mouth! What if his crush brought him some sweets they baked, and while they both eat it at his place, his crush starts fixating on his mouth, trying to see if it's the same as their own. The monster allows them to get closer to see, and after being satisfied, poking around here and there, the human says they're free to explore their own mouth in return as well. While the monster feels their nice warm mouth and tongue with some of his tentacles, his crush gently nips at the end of one tentacle with their teeth to tease him for his nervousness, and absent mindedly plays with another tentacle with their tongue, circling around it and stuff. The human might find their own spit gross, but the monster is secretly fascinated with the feeling of it! 💗 They also love the vibrations that get shot through his tentacles whenever his crush tries to talk with their mouth full of his appendages!! It's kind of addicting.
Thanks again for writing such amazing stuff!!! Also am I weird for being fixated on tentacle stuff now o-o you just write it so well!!
Oooo, thank you for the brain cookie. My brain appreciates it!
It's so much fun writing an oblivious person. But it's even funnier thinking that they understand what's happening the entire time and just go along with it.
I will let you, as the reader, choose if they are aware of the implications of the touches and such. Because either way it's so fun to write.
And yes! I will absolutely write this!!! I am loving our Tentacle Co-Worker. Who I cannot think of a good name for yet. So, they're just going to stay as our Co-Worker!
Warning: suggestive content but no actual nsfw, yearning monster, salvia mentioned and described
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You brought him sweets... Oh dear Gods, you were trying to kill him with his own heart. Surely.
You had announced you were coming over that afternoon with a present for your Tentacle Co-Worker and he nearly had a melt-down trying to keep himself calm. First you let him hug you, which now became a common occurrence. And now you were bringing him something home baked?
You didn't understand the significance of this. Why would you? He never explained certain Monster customs because they clashed with the adorable Human ones. He didn't want you to feel embarrassed.
But between his kind, an interested courting person might bring food or a gift to showcase their attraction. It was basically Monster Courting 101.
There was some guilt in his stomach about keeping this from you. A little selfish part of him twisted eagerly to accept your gift. As if this was a step into a romantic relationship.
He would tell you... he definitely would tell you... but maybe after tasting your treats.
You presented the baked goods like they were made of gold. And he cherished them as if they were. They smelled divine. And it took every ounce of his willpower not to gather the entire batch in his tentacles and munch down on them in one gulp.
You prepared a warm beverage for yourself and the two of you sat on the couch to share the treats.
He was one his third helping when he noticed you staring. He paused. The tentacle that carefully cradled the baked item lowered it slowly from the opening between the curtain of limbs over his face.
"What?" He asked, a soft chirp tinkling his tone.
"How do you eat?" You asked. And he was thrilled by your confidence with the question. Over the past few weeks you've become more brazen with your curiosity. It made him happy knowing you've become so comfortable with him to openly ask whatever was on your mind.
"I have a mouth." He replied with a chuckle. "It's... I could just show you if you're comfortable-"
"Yes! I wanna see!" You practically bounced on the cushions beside him with your excitement. And the baked food in his limb almost crumbled when the tentacle clenched from how cute you were being.
Your Co-Worker placed it down before he snapped it. And then faced you fully.
You turned your body in return and wait patiently as the limbs covering him began to shift. Like heavy braids of living hair, the tentacles parted like a fringe to reveal a head deep within the shadows of the tangles. Your eyes widened and he felt your surprise. He didn't exactly know what he looked like. Since he had no eyes to see his reflection. He did know his face was humanoid. A fact he found out after you had let him touch and map your face one time.
However, his features were more skeletal. And he didn't have a nose. Just a flat grey face that split and twisted into a mess of tentacles along his upper skull.
His mouth however, was very monstrous. He had thin black lips that split his face nearly in half. Hiding rows of thin, needle like fangs that filled his mouth like a shredder. When he opened his mouth, the fangs shifted like snake fangs. The hooked tips pointing towards you in a nightmarish pit of teeth and red gums.
Further back, nestled in a slit clean of sharp instruments, was a very long, thin tongue.
You inched closer and your Co-Worker kept unnaturally still when he felt your fingers brush along the angles of his face. Your skin blazed against his. And you found his skin to be smooth like marble and just as cool.
"I don't know what I imagined." You said as your fingers continued to explore his face. His tentacles twitched and curled when your hands trailed down along his neck and felt the boney edges of his shoulders. All hidden behind the curtain of limbs that writhed and petted your hands. "But you're more nightmarish than I thought."
Your Co-Worker wasn't offended. He felt your excitement and intrigue through the flutter of your pulse. He in-fact took it as a compliment.
You moved closer still. And your Co-Worker involuntarily circled your waist with his limbs. The thickest of them took residence against your hips, keeping you close while you practically crawled into his lap.
He kept very still. Thinking of anything other than how warm your body was against his chest. Now that you have found him beneath his tentacles, you seemed absolutely intent on mapping out all of him.
"Is it hard to eat with fangs like that?" You asked and your Co-Worker shook his head.
"I don't actually chew things. I can swallow decently large portions without choking." He showcased this by plucking a baked good off the plate and carefully placed it on his tongue. Which curled around it like a tiny tentacle and drew it deeper into his maw. He closed his lips before you got to see it swallowed.
"Cool." Your fingers found the tip of one of the larger fangs. He felt the pressure and pulled back. His hands emerged from the tangle of limbs and caught your wrist before you managed to cut yourself on the sharp ends.
Before he could warn you of the danger, your attention shifted to the elongated fingers that were now circling your forearms.
"How have we been friends for this long and this is the first time I'm seeing these?" You practically yelled. Your fingers pressed and rotated his hands in yours. Fascinated by the claws and the very large expanse of his palms.
"I don't need to use them when I am made out of hundreds of limbs." Your Co-Worker laughed. Very happy to sit there and be doted on by your curiosity.
But then you said something that shattered his dreamy illusion. "Well, it's only fair that you get to poke around my mouth now my hands have been in yours."
You said it so light-heartedly, so confidently, that he was adamant you didn't know what you were asking.
Sure, he played along with the strange request of yours purely because he craved your touch more than anything. But you openly offering? Now he wasn't so sure if this was appropriate.
"Oh... I don't really think-"
"Come on~ Surely you're curious what a Human mouth feels like too! I don't mind, really!"
It took some convincing and multiple reassurances from you to convince him to lift a tentacle and let you guide him towards your lips.
He knew what this could symbolize. He's heard the mutterings from Human co-workers. The snide remarks from passerbyers about hentai and whatnot... thankfully he didn't have eyes to watch the tip of his tentacle press against your mouth.
But he could feel everything. The smooth, soft skin of your lips. The way your tongue pressed against the underside of his tentacle as he gingerly slid along the hot muscle.
What he believed to be addicting warmth from your skin was nothing compared to the soft, snug confines of your mouth.
You relaxed your jaw so he had ample room to slide the tip against the insides of your cheeks. He felt the scraping of your teeth against his flesh and he had to clamp down on a rippling chuff from deep within his chest. It felt... very good.
Then there was your salvia. Warm and wet. Coating the tip of his limb until your lips passed over his skin smoothly. Free of any friction.
He had to remind himself to breathe.
"You ok?" You asked. Voice muffled from the thick tip occupying half your mouth. "You stopped."
You needed to stop talking because the vibrations from your words were shamefully pleasant against his limb.
He knew he was shaking. And it shamed him when he slid a second smaller tentacle between your lips. Which you welcomed with a soft surprised grunt.
Your Co-Worker nearly crumpled when your tongue swirled over the thin tip. It moved as dexterously as his own tentacles. Petting and swiping along the smooth undersides of his appendages with just as much curiosity as him.
Your fingers intertwined with his. Grounding him in a way he knew you didn't realize. He squeezed your hands and you squeezed right back. A soft reassurance that you were ok.
He couldn't take the shame of it, the addicting warmth that coaxed him deeper, the ideas running through his head - he pulled out. Sighing shakily when the cool air tickled along the wettened tip of his tentacles.
"Is everything ok?" You asked and it mortified him when he felt excitement towards your disappointment.
"Everything's ok. I am just... surprised by how smooth your teeth are." It was a humiliatingly bad attempt at a joke but it at least made you laugh.
"Here let me wipe that off you." It took but a second for him to realize you were going to clean his tentacles and the tips jerked back. Disappearing into the nest of limbs before your hand managed to grab it and wipe away the mess.
"No! Um, it's ok. I don't mind." He said sheepishly. Ignoring how his tentacles attempted to spread the wetness over each other. Coiling and knotting until there was nothing left of your salvia on his skin.
"Sorry if that's disgusting. Humans produce a lot of salvia. I should have warned you."
He would have taken a warning, but not because it was disgusting. But because the feeling of your mouth was indescribably enjoyable. Salvia and all.
"It's ok. It's not disgusting. I..." He promised to be truthful with you. He couldn't lie to you. "I actually don't mind it. Your mouth is... nice."
Oh Gods, smite him now! What a terrible thing to say. Nice? Nice?!
But he couldn't tell you he wanted to keep feeling your tongue on him. That he immensely enjoyed how warm and soft and addicting your tongue felt against his tips.
It was shameful!
"I don't mind the feeling either. Your tentacles, that is. It's probably going to sound weird but the feeling of them on my tongue is kinda of satisfying."
Your Co-Worker was pretty sure his brain malfunctioned.
You...liked it too?
"Maybe later after we eat we can do it again?"
Oh, be still his beating heart. You were welcoming this indecent act? Surely you didn't know what you were doing... surely you were just too innocent or naive....
"Uh... m-maybe that's enough for today. I.. uh.. wouldn't mind just hugging you for now. If that's ok."
Thankfully you didn't push the matter. But dammit, he almost wished you did.
Hi opened monster requests (on my page) if this post found you please throw in a monster or two for me to draw, these are the ones I've done so far + stogg who isn't here yet but might be posted in the future
Could you please do a gay centaur or drider couple that adopted a human? I just think it would be a cute story watching them try to learn and raise a human
December Christmas Monster stories
December 6.) Centaur + Drider dads, spider
Gosh I loved writing this one. Thank you so much for this request, I definitely plan on writing about these two dads again.
Warnings: child abandonment
Like always minors don't interact, I don't make content for you.
Hominos and Zanru knew they were getting themselves in a world of trouble when they found that little wailing basket in the woods.
They had gone out to go pick berries by the stream Bringing their woven basket made from pine needles that Hominos had made in his spare time. The two were chatting, holding hands as they walked as close as Zanru's spindly legs would let Hominos get before it became a little awkward for the drider to walk. That's when they heard the strange wailing from some bushes near the shore line of the stream.
Hominos wanted to just walk away thinking it might be an animal mimicking the cry of a young child to draw in prey. It had happened in these woods before he wouldn't be surprised if such creatures had come back. Zanru on the other hand wanted to go check it out. He didn't want to chance it being an actual child and leave them there to die. Of course Hominos followed with his husband, he would follow him into the after world if Zanus led him there.
Both being careful leaned down closer to the wailing bush and pulled the branches away from each other to get a look. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Hominos and Zanru stared down at the bundle of blankets wrapped around a little face red from crying so loudly seeking out someone to comfort them. The baby was placed in a wooden basket, it was a little dirty but other than that it was keeping the baby safe and sound.
Smiling a sharp toothy smile Zanru reached a hand down gently rubbing the knuckles of his hand against the baby's face, he had to be mindful of his long sharp claws.
“Shhh darling everything is alright now.” He whispered in his silky smooth voice trying to calm the little babe. Hiccupping the baby slowed it's wails to a quiet sob. With a soft hum Zanru carefully picked the baby up and held the little baby in it's bundle close to his chest. “Where is your people little one? Why are you all alone?” Zanru asked in a soft voice, he knew he would get no answer from the baby of course. Looking around Hominos sighed shaking his head. “There's no sign of anyone nearby. I think the poor thing is out here all alone.” He said looking up to his taller husband. Hominos’ height was nothing to scoff at he was a tall centaur, his lower half a large bulky build, a work horse. He often dealt with heavy lifting, holding an intimidating aura about him but it paled in comparison to his drider husband who towered above him. His eight legs an inky black that seemed to absorb the light around him. Zanru's upper half was less frightening but only by a little. His mouth held large fangs often seeming too big for his mouth and he had more than one set of eyes on his face ever watchful of his surroundings. Black met gray at his waist with little white speckles. Zanru called them spots and Hominos called them freckles, he himself having freckles of his own.
Though both were large and one was dreadfully frightening the little baby in Zanru's arms didn't seem to be scared. Sense being picked up the baby had stopped crying and was now giggling as they wiggled around wanting to be released from the confines of the blanket prison. “Oh Hominos we can't leave this little thing out here alone.” Zanru whispered as he gently touched the baby's cheek. Hominos sighed as he nodded his head in agreement. “Let's get them home. Who knows how long it's been out here. Must be starving.” He mumbled brows knitted together as he looked at the baby with concern. Leaning down he grabbed the basket the baby had been in. No use in leaving behind a perfectly good basket behind. The whole walk back Zanru was looking down at the tiny giggling face as he wiggled his clawed fingers in front of the baby's face. “Halfling maybe? So small. I don't think there's more than two legs in there.” Zanru said inspecting the bundle. “Satyr maybe?” Hominos chimed in. Neither really knew what species the baby was, both waiting to get home to take the blanket away and see.
Stepping through the large door Zanru made his way to the fireplace. The ashes long cold from the last fire. There was no need for the summer days were hot and the nights were spent cuddling each other stealing each other's warmth. Sitting down Zanru curled his long legs under himself, tucking his legs up safely as he gently set the baby down on the soft rug. Glancing to Hominos he waited watching his husband set the two baskets down on the table before making his way over to him with heavy clops of his hooves. Sitting down on his chair, which was just of large cushions on the floor, Hominos waited with bated breath.
“Love I think you might be more worried than I am.” Zanru said with a soft chuckle, ignoring or completely unaware that his own hands were lightly trembling as he hovered them above the smiling wiggling baby. Swallowing his nerves Zanru looked down to the baby as he started to unravel the blanket.
The sight hidden under the blanket caused him to freeze as he let out a gasp. Hominos leaned forward trying to get a better look. His eyes widening seeing the baby. The human baby. Looking to Zanru Hominos let out a heavy breath. “What do you want to do?” He asked, speaking quietly, almost afraid to speak above a whisper. Hominos didn't speak as he watched his husband slowly wrapped his long fingers around the baby carefully picking them up. Smiling softly, Zanru held the baby to his chest. “We keep them.” Zanru whispered gently, rubbing the babys squishy cheek. Nodding his head Hominos smiled softly, he didn't mind following him down this road too.
Humans weren't unheard of but they were rare in these parts so finding information about them was a struggle. Every time Hominos went into town for work he would ask around for any books on humans or things made by humans for humans. Lot of it was bullshit. Hominos wasn't an idiot he knew humans didn't breathe fire like one of the books he found said. He did find some real information about humans. Enough to make sure the two could properly take care of the baby they had adopted.
One of the books talked about a human celebration of Christmas. Zanru liked the idea of it, he wanted the baby to be able to experience things from his culture along with his parents' cultures so it was decided to celebrate it once the summer had stretched into winter. Sure the baby was too young to remember it but new parents are eager parents and Zanru wanted to do his best. Doing as much research as he could Homnios would read the books out loud to Zanru while he held the baby feeding them while they both sat by the fireplace. Zanru agreed with Hominos that putting a tree inside was strange but at least they could use it for firewood once it died and use the pine needles to make more baskets so it wasn't a waste. Just messy and a bit sticky. It was rather fun decorating it as a family. The tree looked awful; they didn't really have anything proper to decorate it but seeing the baby happily giggling as they waved the trinkets meant to go on the trees was a memory they both were going to keep for years.
One of the nights Hominos was holding the baby safely in one large arm as he held his other hand up letting the baby hold onto his hand chewing on it with his soft gums while Zanru knitted a little sweater for the baby. It was a pleasant night sitting by the fire as it snowed outside. A stew simmering filling the cabin with a delicious smell. Neither regretted taking in that baby. It was tricky and they had a lot to learn still but quiet nights like this was wonderful. Any struggle was worth it in both of their eyes. “We should probably name the little thing. Can't keep calling them baby and little thing all their life.” Hominos said after a few minutes of silence, the only sound was the faint crackle of the fire. “What do you suppose we name them my darling?” Zanru hummed not looking up from his knitting. Hominos looked back down to the baby who was attempting to eat his finger with furrowed brow. “What was the name of the man in red from the book?” He asked trying to remember it. “Santa?” His husband answered glancing his way. “I don't care much for naming out child that.” Zanru said shaking his head. “No no that that the other name.” Hominos said brows furrowing more as the tried to think harder about it. “Oh. You mean saint Nicholas?” Zanru said smiling as he set his needles down. “Mm yeah that. Nicolas. How about Nicolas?” He asked looking over to Zanru. His face growing softer as he watched his husband get up and stride over to him. “Our little Nicolas.” Zanru whispered sitting down next to Hominos. Leaning against the centaur he smiled as he gently rubbed Nicolas’ cheek drawing the attention from Hominos hand to his own. “Someone thinks hands are tasty.” Hominos joked seeing Nicolas try to put Zanru's finger into their mouth. To which Zanru didn't allow upsetting Nicolas making them cry. “Looks like someone needs a bottle.” Zanru said getting up to get a bottle ready. This night of domestic bliss was perfect. Neither wanted it to end.
Hi there I was wondering if you could do a mercenary leader (monster of your choice ) x reader? Ex: reader is at a tavern and suddenly mercenaries barge in with a paper in hand( it's a job from a guild and the prize it's lots of money) celebrating their finished job. reader is trying to do her job as a waitress/waiter and gets annoyed with how loud they are, they get annoyed and mutters smth of annoyance under their breath not going unheard by the leader, he makes it his job to go to the tavern every day to annoy them , they dont say anything bc they don't want to loose their job and doesn't want to get in trouble with dangerous mercenaries the rest is up to u, u can also choose if it's nsfw or sfw but if it's snfw could u add some fluff aftercare?
This took longer to publish for some reason, I blame writer's block.
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Service With a Smile
There was no doubt that you had met a great number of different people.
It was part of your job: to keep an amicable smile whilst surrounded by dirty, rambunctious travellers, of all sorts of groups and races, human or not. Service with a smile was one of the few sayings you had grown to loathe within the years of performing as the barmaid, but there were few things you did quite relish.
You got free meals and a permanent residence in one of the many inn rooms, not having to worry about finding either one when the end of your shifts came rolling through, leaving you dragging yourself many times in the early hours of the morning back to your bed. It had many perks and swindles to have an evening job, but at least the pay was good.
Another thing was how you got to speak to so many different people: on travels to vanquish and destroy. You liked to believe you had grown a good job at people watching, deciding what individuals or groups of people were like before even speaking to them, wondering if they were all strangers or held prolonged friendships.
This night was the same as all the others: messy and unruly to say the least. The smell of all kinds of stuffy, heavy alcohols had melded into one, a powerful stench that seared into the back of your nose and unsettled your empty stomach, watching people laugh and cheer, others more than those who were quieter. It was a good reason to rejoice for some, hence the piles of copious coins on one's table, the calling for more drinks their way.
"Table 15 is asking for another round." Your boss and closest friend, a small halfling simply named Pen came through, heaving empty mugs in her callous fingers. "One said they were asking for the pretty one."
You snorted, finished wiping the mugs you had just cleaned, turning back to her. "You sure they weren't asking for someone else?"
Pen's laugh was sturdy and proud, slapping your back a bit too playfully rough, "I know for sure they ain't talking 'bout me!" She jabbed her thumb in the direction of the large group. You could count six of them. "The Dragonborn over there, he said it."
You glanced at them, and indeed, found the one she was referring to. Dragonborn were always the ones you were charmed by the most, and he was certainly holding your interest.
"Fine. I'll get their orders." You wiped your sweaty palms into your apron, striding towards them and trying to hold as much confidence as possible. The smile on your face twitched the corners of your cheeks, the closer you reached them. The six of them were a mixture of different people indeed: the Dragonborn, a dwarf, two humans, a halfling and a burly orc woman. Certainly could've been a group of friends, or maybe not so much from the beginning of their journey.
The dwarf had been the closest to watching you come towards them, elbowing the Dragonborn in the ribs, muttering something with a gruff chuckle, all eyes moving to look over at you.
You rounded the table to stand beside the Dragonborn, silently and subtly taking him in. He was as large as all the others of his race – even whilst sitting down - but instead of usually seeing those of red and bronze scales, his was a gentle cobalt hue, iridescent under the heavy chainmail and furred cloak, his taloned fingers resting idly on the table, toying with a bronze coin.
"What can I get for you all?" You smiled brightly to the rest, eyeing the piles of coins of all shapes and sizes on their table. It could've amounted more to how much you and the others working in the tavern got paid and more. How they even managed to get paid this much was still a wonder to you, and you questioned with humour whether you had fallen into the wrong profession.
"Another round of ale, lass." The orc replied warmly, flipping two gold coins your way, smiling with mirth as you scrambled successfully to catch them. "Anything for you, boss?"
The Dragonborn brought your attention back to him, his eyes reaching up to meet yours. Warm, outwardly spilling confidence through his amber eyes. You had been taken even further aback by the warmth of his soothing, deep voice. "Your name would be one."
Oh. You could feel your cheeks rush with warmth, clutching your apron, eyes quickly averting from his on you and nothing else. You told him your name with a murmur, nervous he wouldn't hear you, but he reclined back in his chair, humming to himself. "A Gentleman Jim's will do me fine."
You move back to the bar before you find yourself just standing there frozen from his languid gaze, hurrying to gather their drinks before they could complain. Whether they would be interesting as the amount of money they had between themselves could purchase all the alcohol in the tavern and nearby ones close by.
But, oh, did you not realise how rowdy six people could be. It was both fascinating and irritating, to say the least how these people could bring the most amount of your blood to boil, only now did their common sense slip with the more drinks they ordered, their loudness strangling your ears and those around you.
"If you're not going to say anything, I will." Pen was already showing signs of wanting to kick them out the moment they ordered their fourth round, fist clenched as if ready to load the beat-down herself personally. "You wanna do it? Or shall I?"
What kind of question was that to ask? Of course, you wanted her to do it and not yourself. What would they think when they saw you, trying to look all high and mighty, asking them to either quieten down or politely leave? It was hard enough being meek and timid, but it didn't help you were already moving towards them, wrangling the right words together in your mind.
Their laughter slowly quietened at the sight of you again, the same dwarven man cheering as if recognising an old familiar friend, about to begin slurring for more drinks when you interrupted him. "I'm sorry for interrupting your evening, but some other customers are starting to put complaints in of your table being slightly too loud—is it possible if you could quieten things down or—"
"Hey look, boss, the pretty one is back!" One of the humans piped up, pointing so obviously at you as you stood rigid from the sudden outburst. You glanced to the blue Dragonborn, noticing how he was doing nothing but slowly watching you and the burning sensation of warmth and embarrassment reach your face. There was nothing but amusement washed over his features, his mug to his lips, hiding the smirk as he took another heavy sip.
"Sir, if you could please tell your friends to quiet things down—or, I'll have to ask someone to escort you—"
"Was she the one you wanted for the evening, boss?"
"I don't think she's that keen, are ya, Princess?" Another snickered. It bubbled within you: twisted and hotly, your anger boiling over until finally-
"I'm sorry!" Your words cut the entire group off, almost forgetting that you had still been standing there. Your face grew hotter, fingers clenched. "I will not stand here and listen to you talk of me as if I am some type of property. I will not ask again politely; quieten down or pay and leave."
There were mutterings from other patrons in the tavern, averting to resume back to their drinks and entertainment elsewhere, yet it didn't feel like their many eyes would leave you. Instead, they seemed to be lecherous and mocking, laughing at your outburst.
"Damn, no need to get all hotly for a little laughter. Do you not even know who we are or what we did to earn this money?" The Dwarf slurred aggressively, swinging his mug around, froth piling to the table the more he spilt. You hesitantly took a step back, all anger and frustrations simmering as you stared a provoked man in the eyes.
"That's enough, Vesper." The Dragonborn's calming voice pulled all confrontations to cease, instead, it was enough to call him the voice of reason, had he been doing something instead of just watching it all unfold. "Leave the lady to do her job."
'Vesper' as he was known, grumbled disjointedly, crashing his drink down with a shock that only you jolted and none of his friends, words muttering into one jumbled mess, slouching into his chair. You didn't speak or anyone else did, as you slowly and awkwardly removed yourself from their table, retreating behind the bar.
"Well, I sure as hell didn't expect that to come from ya." Pen roared earnestly, resuming to pack the dishes away.
"Yeah, me neither." You looked up in mortification, looking to the back of their group's bitter merriment, simmering into calmness for the rest of the evening.
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You had profusely apologised to Pen the following morning, steam that had risen to your face and never left when you could feel the heat from last night. You barely slept that night, replaying your words so heated that even you had been scalded by your harshness.
Pen forgave you without you even having to apologise, finding the whole ordeal rather amusing. "If you wish to make it up to me, you could always work a few hours this morning, means fewer hours to work for the evening?" She suggested.
You didn't need to be told twice.
Having scrubbed the tables from the sticky liquids of heavy alcohols, the tavern had already begun to refill with old and new faces, taking tables to themselves or with others, enjoying their breakfast with the small and quiet start to the morning.
Had you not been working this early, you would've found yourself at the market, collecting food and appreciating the sharp cooling air, the breeze of the coastline near to lift your spirits. I shall do that this evening if I can. You promised yourself, a pout forming on your face. Though I don't have anyone to come along with me.
"Someone's at the bar, do you mind getting their order?" Pen's voice carried you out of your thoughts, removing yourself from the dirty dishes as a distraction as you agreed, hurrying to the bar.
"Good morning! What can I get started for—"
Your bright smile suddenly dropped to a visible frown, eyes quickly averting from the face with scales of beautiful blues. His amber eyes were trained on you, smiling through them and flashing a pointed white smile.
"What? Not who you were expecting to show up?" He inquired with a chortle, taking a seat at the bar, resting his great axe against the wood. You eyed him carefully, eyes squinted. "Not with your crew this morning?"
"I decided to give them a lie-in this time around. It's only fair after making them wander for weeks without a proper bed."
"Why is that the case?"
"There were cases of undead moving in the area—I'm surprised you never heard of the tales," he shook his head with a laugh. "Suppose it's natural for you townsfolk to not hear much unless it came from travellers like myself."
I suppose, though usually most never come back to tell of their deeds. "Well then, I suppose you got rid of them?"
"We did, the drunken upheaval was the reason for it." He rested his clawed fingers on the wood, closer to you than you predicted, and you didn't know whether to remove yourself from him or stay where you were. "Which brings me to why I'm here. To apologise for what happened last night. It was wholly disrespectful for my party to talk of you like that."
You watched him with no words coming to your head, heart fluttering as if some love-sick teenager was being charmed by him. You wished to spit some hateful remark, to curse him and his friends out for treating you like nothing, but it was hard to gather your thoughts when he seemed so genuine.
"You're forgiven." You sighed heavily in defeat, crossing your arms around your chest. "Can I get you something to drink now, sir?"
The Dragonborn had smiled so smoothly, earning your fingers to tremble around the cup you held, ready to drop at any given choice under his beautiful gaze. "Ale will do be good, thanks. And the name's Tarak."
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The Dragonborn had returned almost every day, his charming gaze and worthwhile words were always twisted with sweetness, in hopes of getting you flustered beneath your cool demeanour. There had been times he was almost cracked the barricade, yet there was some relief in thinking that you had succeeded. He was the one who would greet you day by day, already sitting by the bar or the nearest table, waiting for you to show up to do your shift. You would go to him, straight-faced as normal to take his orders, yet Tarak would try to go about finding more about you.
"How long are you working today?"
"What are you doing after your shift?"
"Do you want to go..."
"I'm sorry," your sentences would always begin with this line, averting your gaze to avoid his own. "I need to continue with my job."
He sighed, almost out in defeat, the longing look he gave you was far from what you expected. "Very well. I shall see you later."
Night had fallen like the previous nights: as busy as all the other evening shifts had been, where you tried to find yourself occupied elsewhere, thoughts running far behind compared to the tasks at hand.
Despite how much it pained you to be surrounded day in and out by Tarak, he made a sudden disappearance one morning, saying something along the lines of "hordes" and "gnolls north from here".
You didn't say much of it, uttering good luck whilst you were preoccupied, only now coming to realise you had found you had regretted it.
He had been gone for weeks and you dreaded you had regretted your aloofness.
Your mind was a haze, when you nearly crashed into the side of Pen, arms heaving with what felt like millions of plates stacked on top of each other.
"Whoa, whoa—slow things down." Pen's hands were on your shoulders, slowing you to a halt, relieving your grip as she took the heavy plates from you, diverting you for a moment as to not make a fool of yourself in front of the many patrons.
You stilled to calm your breathing, steadily yourself as you were taken aside, away from the prying eyes of others, Pen's concerned gaze on you and only you.
"Tell me what's wrong?"
How could you put it properly into words? 'The same guy who kept coming in who would ask a barrage of questions has suddenly gone missing and I don't know how to feel about it—to put it simply.' "I'm fine, Pen, I'm just... feeling the effects of exhaustion."
"You can call it quits this evening if you want, I can pull someone else in to take over-"
"That won't be necessary," you tried to smile, averting your gaze with hazy embarrassment. "I don't wish to burden you with my lack of energy."
Pen looked at you long and hard, neither of you speaking in fear she was trying to judge your truth to your words. “You can go take a few minutes to grab some fresh air if you want?”
Perhaps that was a better option? “Yeah, I’ll be back. Thanks, Pen.”
The rush of cooling air was a relief to your senses, finally separated from the crowded full of judgemental eyes. If it taught you anything, being relieved of a break was a given opportunity if given and you had to appreciate it greatly.
You exhaled shakily, shutting your eyes to enjoy the sounds from inside, relief settling when you knew it could give you some time to enjoy not being in there, the hot and stuffy room full of people, drinking merrily into the ends of the night.
You dreaded to think what Tarak was doing or if he had found work elsewhere. Was he doing okay? Or had something taken the worse and he had been gravely wounded, or dead?
No, he’s fine. He doesn’t need to be entrapped in this place at all times. He is his own person, free to travel wherever he pleased-
“There you are.”
Your head snapped at the sudden warm voice, startling you out of your thoughts, now preoccupied with the towering figure beside you. The Dragonborn was as to how you remembered him, dressed warmly for the chilly night, the smell of pine and ale strong yet surprisingly soothing on him, dragging you to be closer to him.
You scoffed almost out of shock, mostly out of disbelief. “Where have you been?”
Tarak laughed warmly, taking in your appearance, smiling at the warm blush on your cheeks, your eyes shyly avoiding his gaze. “Aww, did you miss me so?”
You huffed, crossing your arms to hide the chill across your bare shoulders, “You were gone for some time. I was wondering whether those gnolls had finally had a meal to finish.
He found your words amusing, chuckling. “They were the easier ones of groups we had dealt with. Though, I’m sure my group had many complaints.” He seemed to draw himself closer to you, and for the first time, you didn’t shy away from him.
The brass of his leather brushed against your hand, nearly startling you. “I suppose I can ask you this finally: are you free this evening?”
Your mind drifted to Pen, alone surrounded by rowdy customers. “I have work,” you began, and when you saw the hope dwindle in his bright eyes, your heart sang. “Though… if you can wait for a couple more hours, I shall be finished. We can finally arrange our little meetup.”
“It was going to be something a bit more—if that was completely okay with you.” Tarak seemed the one flustered now, rubbing the back of his scaly neck, chuckling bashfully. “It’s totally up to you, though.”
“A date.” You couldn’t remember the last time you had been on one, but it didn’t seem so bad. “Sure, I like the sound of that.”
His eyes lit up once again, like a roaring flame shimmering with life. “I will be waiting for you then.”
You leant up and kissed the side of his cheek, earning the Dragonborn to grow flush with your sudden confidence. “I look forward to it.”
Genderthaumiel monster design for @genderthaumiel! 💫
Term and flag coined by @ask-a-trendy-trans (lmk if you want me to remove the tag)!
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[Image Description: A dark grey monster that is curled tightly into a round shape, as if holding itself. Its arms and legs are folded in such a way that its hands and feet, if it has them, cannot be seen. Inside its curled form is a glowing, sparkling gradient that ranges from yellow to pink with orange blending the colors. The monster has yellow eyes with swirling pink irises. It has three darker grey freckles on each shoulder and a black SCP logo on its forehead. It has a large, upside mouth on top of its head with razor sharp teeth that appears to be smiling. The genderthaumiel pride flag is in the upper right hand corner, and there is text that reads “mogamonster.tumblr.com” in the lower left hand corner. End image description.]
wings, large bat face, optional body-consuming orb, you’re the whole package. no part of the face you’re making right now suggests that you’re the type to respond well to criticism, which makes me glad that i don’t have much. mostly i am interested in celebrating your wonderful soft ball and beautiful big ears.
word on the street is that people have been picking a lot of fights with you. i can’t say i approve. i’m not sure that any coat is worth robbing the world of your fun beach ball visage and horrifying cave predator demeanor.
-optional deflated ball edition for lazy mondays
-extremely hard tail that can pop all balloons that outshine yours.
-your eyes are in your ears
-incredibly cute giant fingertips we’re all proud of
RATING: MODEL PRETENDING THEY JUST WOKE UP
yeah, we all saw you rub your eyes and do the big yawn, but you’re dressed to the nines with the sharpest eyeliner i’ve ever seen. i’m not saying you’re lying about waking up five minutes ago, but i’m not saying you’re not lying.
despite sometimes being a little showy, you’ve got a great sense of humor and a strong understanding of self - good to spend time with and to get to know. we all could learn a bit from your flexibility of wardrobe that lends itself both to function and to form. please follow me back on instagram.
( requested by @slouchers )
