Don’t know where this idea came from either than binging twilight and Valko 🤷♀️ anyway- suggestive, possessive, scent kink? and other werewolf things ~
The older werewolf was tired. He’d spent too many years chasing, hunting, and fighting. It took a toll on his scarred body.
Well… that was until he caught your scent.
He’d promised himself many moons ago that he’d never chase again. It was too much violence and too much work for his old, thick bones. But you smelled too good to resist.
The urge to claim called to him like never before. It practically pulled him on a leash toward you.
And as soon as his golden-hazel eyes caught sight of you- Oh.
How delectable and delicate you looked.
“Hell yes,” the werewolf smirked.
Something that wouldn’t fight. Someone to take as his and to have.
Just like that, the hunt began.
The salt-and-peppered werewolf watched your every move and slowly claimed his way into your life. Showing up at your job, feeding you compliments that turned you into a puddle.
So, of course, you were shocked (and maybe a little aroused) when he threw you over his thick shoulder and took you to his den in the woods.
The entire walk, he ignored your protests, a roguish rumble vibrating deep in his chest every time you tried to push away.
“You smell too damn good,” he muttered, tightening his grip just enough to keep you from slipping away.
“Should’ve known the moon wouldn’t let an old wolf retire that easy.”
By the time he reached the opening of his den, he finally set you back on your feet. His rough hands lingered on your waist for only a moment before he stepped back, studying you with a satisfied grin.
“There,” he said, brushing a stray dried up leaf from your hair. “Now the hard part begins.”
“Uh- what’s that?” you asked nervously, still trying to catch your breath.
The old wolf chuckled.
A/N: SORRY IVE BEEN MIA!!! I’ll be adding more to this I just needed to get the creative juices flowing! Also boooo I heard they’re canceling Valko wtf 😔 please don’t be afraid to leave ideas for this old fella (a name for him? What you’d like him to do to you or vice versa hehehe)
There is a law of the land between Kingdoms that is "Don't Shoot the Messengers". It's used to keep peace between the lands. To kill or harm a messenger is to threaten another Kingdom.
However, there are some standalone groups outside the main Kingdom branches. Groups that want things their way, or enjoy causing mayhem and chaos. So what happens when one of those groups decides to target you?
The Elven Kingdom... Troops will chase off your attackers and hunt them down to be imprisoned. Being such an old civilization and most connected to the forest, they'll have the best healers taking care of you and your horse. Once the group is captured and brought back, the Council will meet to find a punishment best suited. Judgement will be harsher than normal. Elves know they live longer than humans, but they never thought you would die so soon. Because of that, the King will keep checking up on you throughout the night, whether you are awake or not. He can't lose you just yet.
The Orc Tribe... It is on site with them. If they happen to see the group that has targeted you, they'll hunt them down, leaving only one left as a warning to others. While some are off fighting, a few of the weaker ones stay back and tend to any injury you and your horse got. Once safe, you will be kept in the center tent with guards all around. Even the young orclings help fetch you water or clean cloths for their mothers who tend to you. The chief stays by your side, resting his head on your chest throughout the night, making sure you're still breathing. Fearless strength like yours is too precious to lose so soon.
The Dwarf Camps... A scout will find you lying injured in the snowy path, quickly gathering others to carry you and your horse to the caves for safety. They warm you up by the fires and feed you their hearty stew. Scouts keep an eye out for any sign of the rebel group, ready to attack. They'll replace any coins or jewels you may have had stolen, and if you try to reject them, they'll slip them into your pack. They have someone periodically check on you, making sure the fire is warm. It'll be hard for them to lose the one messenger crazy enough to climb a mountain for them.
All the Kingdoms care for you. And while the idea that harming a messenger is already bad enough.
Only the high deities will know what happens when you die at the hands of a rebel.
Would u be able to write some fluff (with a bit of suggestive content) for between a flirty Slime girl cuddling with her S/O by wrapping her body around them?
Btw the Rokurokubi fic was beautiful Tysm 😩👌
- 😏 Anon
Slimy cuddles
😏anon I'm so glad you liked it 🥹! And ofc I can write some fluff !! And it's adorable with a slime girl and I'm already picturing so...here you go ~
P.s. sorry if it's a bit short !
tw: fluff, suggestive, gn!reader, fantasy modern AU.
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You woke up at 5 in the morning. You hated that. And you hated that you couldn't sleep anymore. And you hated that in a few hours you had a job where to go. But what you loved was feeling your slime girlfriend body against you. She was sleeping so peacefully. Your eyes softened and caressed her gelatine hair. She mumbled in her sleep, squeezing your arm.
As you looked at her, she moved a few times for a comfortable position, ending with her head under your chin and her legs wrapped around yours. You hugged her, your arms clinging to her waist. She mumbled something again. When, finally, you were about to close your eyes a sleep again, that's when you felt your girlfriend's hand in your tight. It rested there, no movements upwards or downwards. Before you could close your eyes once more her hands creeped up, near your sensitive zone.
Your breath stucked in your throat. You didn't want to wake her up. You observed her but she didn't move.
Maybe you're just making things up, you thought, but you couldn't have been more wrong.
Her hand now teasily touching your sweet zone. Her fingertips doing little circle movements.
"W-what are you doing?" you whispered, your hand squishing her waist. She left out a whine.
"Don't you want some cuddles? I can help you fall asleep with them" she smiled big at you, her big eyes making you fall for her. You smiled back, hugging her tighter.
"Alritgh, but just cuddles, yes?" But you knew it was a rethoric question because every time that you cuddled, the things would get heated (not that you minded, of course).
She giggled. "Yes, don't worry".
With the warm of the blanket and her slimy body pressing against yours you swear you were falling asleep, your hand now mindlessly caressing her arm and hair. And her hand? Well, she was still circling her fingertip there.
Minuted passed but a warm, sticky sensation overwhelmed you. You bite your lips. You knew well what it was.
"What are you doing?
"Nothing, darling" she smiled.
Her other hand traced your features as her hips started to slowly hump your leg. You blushed, your heart racing faster as you felt the movements. Your body paralized and only your hand kept moving, up and doing her arm.
"Don't worry, baby. Leave it to me" she winked at you - even if you could barely see it since the room was completely dark -. Still, you nodded at her as she took care of you.
Monster lovers y'all are probably the most freakiest things I've had ever seen in my life.
Holy shit man I'm just trynna read some cute fanfic like fluff, angst and shit not full blown smut.
God damn and also no one needs to know yo female part is leaking when your reading monster smut that just is uncomfortable and awkward 😐 (TMI)
Like you guys are so bad you guys need to be locked up SPECIFICALLY for how horny you guys are 🙁
Like if a monster existed THEY'RE the ones gonna be running not you. Cuz yo ass is gonna become horny beasts and chasing them till you catch them to those poor monsters 🙁
(Please tell me I'm not the only one that thinks monster smut is uncomfortable 🙏🙏)
Btw guys this is my opinion don't come at me telling me "Oh it isn't for you then." "Well just go block them" "Don't like don't read" okay I get it but like I want fluff.
Like a Werewolf becoming putty in your hands while you scratch a certain spot when he/she is in their form.
Or a ork giving you animal body's thinking it would please you and not knowing a humans way of being romantic or giving gifts.
How about a mermaid/merman dazzling you up giving you the prettiest shells and pearls. Maybe acting like a happy puppy and cooing when you give them something in return.
Or maybe a hybrid acting all big and tough but once you raise your voice they act like a sad baby crying on your shoulder or chest while you comfort them and apologizing
And a Naga acting like a curious puppy using their forked tongue to sniff you while you get ready for something maybe laying with your pet and basking in the sun giving happy tongue flicks.
Leif, a gentle giant of pure orc blood, towers at over seven feet tall. His tannish-green skin glows warmly in the sunlight, he has a lean but soft physique. Despite his intimidating stature, his deep voice is a source of comfort to those around him, his presence calming, his nature well-known and trusted by all. Yet, there’s one undeniable issue that lingers, you.
You hate him, every interaction he’s exchanged with you has been sharper than a knife, colder than the snow. It saddens him with a frown etched into his face after every conversation.
He thinks you’re amazing, the way you handle a bow and arrow with ease, bringing the game back to the village you both reside in. Giving the town much food to eat, never having to worry about hunger.
He’s too big to use a bow Leif wishes he wasn’t, perhaps you would like him more if he wasn’t so big, if he could be more careful, he can’t help but run and bump into things.
He remembers how you grew to dislike him. He was relatively newer to the village, but he brought his talent of being a blacksmith with him, many of the townsfolk grew to enjoy his presence and his passion. Money grew as well causing even more townsfolk to welcome him.
You grew up as a hunter, your family passed doing just that, hunting. It was more than a pastime or sport for you. It was your livelihood, the bow your father gifted you before his great hunt was sacred to you.
Was… Leif the clutz he snapped it in pieces when he tripped over your crouched form that was hiding in a bush.
He nearly cried. He felt so bad and it didn’t help the situation when you threatened his life. From that day on you declared him as a foe and he wished nothing more than to make it up to you.
Once he made you a bow as a blacksmith he didn’t have a lot of experience with bow making but he put his best effort into creating it. You practically cursed his bloodline, and shoved the bow up his ass.
The worst of all that has happened between you, he loved you, Leif felt it deep within his heart when he laid his amber eyes on you. He sent prayer after prayer to you, devoting his mind, body, and soul to you.
Other women and some men in the town have tried to woo him but never succeeded, everyone could see clear as day how he felt, but they also saw how you felt. It was obvious he was going to have to work hard to win your love.
I myself love cold weather bc it means I can control my own temperature at home. And now that I have Luan, I get to snuggle with my them ♡ I'm sorry Luan, but I'd wish it was always cold so we could never be apart ♡
Don’t fret even in the hottest days of summer he can’t keep himself off of you. ‹𝟹
Luan (Mothman) x reader ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Heat wave
MDNI // suggestive // Can’t sleep?
You toss and turn in bed, struggling to fall asleep. You let out a groan, kicking the mattress. “It’s too hot.” Your whining doesn’t go unnoticed by your big baby of a mate. Luan turns and stares at you, wide-eyed, chirping as he looks down at you.
Your whole body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making you look like you’re glowing in the dim light. Luan likes that. He leans down, lifts you up, and places you between his legs, cradling you.
You let out a deep, exhausted sigh-his fluffy body isn’t helping with the discomfort of the heatwave torturing you.
Luan runs his claws down your arms to your waist. You stiffen. “Luan, I’m tired-” He ignores your complaining, running his hands from your waist to your legs, gently pulling them apart. “Luan, please,” you say, turning over to glaring at him in his wide ruby eyes.
You huff, relaxing in his hold. “You are gorgeous,” you tell the creature you’ve come to love, placing a hand in his ruffled fur near his neck. “I’m tired,” you sigh, shutting your eyes and basking in his embrace. “Just hold me, you enchanter,” you joke.
Luan tilts his head, resuming his caress of your body, holding you tight, as if you might drift away in your sleep.
You hum, relaxed at his light touches. Lifting your head to look at him once more, you see he’s already looking at you. His face doesn’t show much emotion, but his eyes…
“I love you,” you whisper against his neck, closing your eyes. Luan lets out a soft chirp, pulling you even closer to him in his protective grasp.
It was a bright sunny day, just like the last time you visited the park as you walked through the forest path eagerly. The rustle of leaves seemed to call out to you to continue to journey through the deep shadows of the trees. When you arrived at your normal and familiar peace place, you found the warm colours of the koi fish.
“Ryo?” Your voice rang through the ripples of the big pond and you fiddled with your hand as the sound appeared to be echoing it back to you. “A-are you there?”
For a moment, it was silent and your shoulders dropped when realizing that what happened last time must’ve been just a hallucination of some sort. Sighing, you perched yourself under one of the trees and pulled out a book, the one you prepared for the mer. It was lonely—something you’ve never experienced when staying at this part of the park. You almost froze and halted your reading when you realized the feeling, but continued on with your self-facade of nonchalance.
SPLOSH!
A name then called out to you and you almost stopped breathing. The handsome face of the pale-skinned merfolk appeared in your vision and you smiled broadly.
“Ryo,” you breathed out. Swiftly lowering the book, you dashed and crouched in front of him. “You actually came.”
“I did,” he said bashfully, looking at you with his two twinkling black eyes. The colours of his scales sparkled as his tail moved excitedly under the glittering water. “And you came back.”
“Of course I did.”
“I-is that a book?” he asked, gesturing at the book that was placed back on the tree.
Quickly fetching the item, you came back with it and showed him the title, assuming that he could read human language of English. “My favourite book,” you said fondly. Beaming at him, you flipped a page and traced the ink-sunken words carefully. “I thought you would like it as well.”
His hand hovered over the paper but then drew back when a splatter of water was about to be dropped on it. “Sorry,” he apologized, looking down at his reflection on the pond bashfully.
Taking his hand into yours, you gently caressed his silky, wet hand with your thumb. His adorable blush made you grin like a cheshire cat from amusement and shook your head. “It’s all right.”
The pond suddenly rippled violently and you glanced at the water to see his tail swishing nervously side to side. Then Ryo suddenly tensed and embarrassedly looked at you with wide eyes.
“You’re adorable,” you remarked, tilting your head.
His mouth opening, his gaze darted around you before submerging himself halfway with his nose under the water. “You’re making fun of me.” His voice was blurred slightly and bubbles escaped to the surface of the pond and you laughed wholeheartedly.
“I’m not,” you denied genuinely, poking at the bridge of his nose affectionately. Then he ducked himself fully under while you waited patiently, criss-crossing your legs over one another and laying the book on your lap.
When he jumped out of the water, he laid his arms on the rock and rested his chin on them. “You’ve got a talent for making me embarrassed,” he said, lips forming a pout.
“What can I say? You’re really easy to mess up with.” You smiled. “Do you want to listen to the story?”
“Yes please.” He shifted into a sitting position where his tail rose above the surface slightly and glowed lusciously.
Taking your eyes off of it, you started to read off the pages, the words rolling off your tongue smoothly and seemed to create small ripples through the pond. While doing so, you occasionally peeked over the book to look at Ryo who instantly lowered his head to avoid being caught staring at you. Every time he did, you smiled giddily behind the pages and listened to the constant sound of the water lapping as his tail swished. He never once interrupted and just listened to you intently with great wonders written on his face.
You were not aware of the sky turning dark and you continued to read halfway through the story; yet Ryo tapped your arm gently to get your attention. Humming in response, you halted and looked at him curiously.
“It’s getting dark,” he said softly. Smiling rather sadly, he bit his lower lip as he watched you check the sky. It was indeed getting darker where the colour turned into pastel blue to a tint of a start of vibrant orange. “You should go before the forest becomes dark as well.”
“Right.” You searched for the bookmark you kept in your bag but sighed dejectedly when you couldn’t find it anywhere. “I thought I put it in here,” you mumbled.
“What are you searching for?” he questioned, tilting his head.
“A bookmark to mark the place where we stopped reading,” you answered, pursing your lips as you took another search through the cluttering objects of your essentials. Another sigh left your lips and you were stuck with sticking a piece of napkin between the pages. Looking back at Ryo, you see him nodding to himself with a distant expression and you smiled. “Did you like the story?”
“I enjoyed it very much,” he said earnestly, a bright grin adoring him.
“That’s good to know.”
“It’s very different from the stories I’ve heard from the other folks.” He glanced at you nervously. “Perhaps I can tell you one some day?”
You almost melted at the sight of his blush but you managed to say, “I would love to.”
Surprised, you watched him as he hesitantly placed his hand on yours and cradled it gingerly. They were smooth, soft, and shockingly cold—the touch was incredibly comfortable.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“It was no problem at all.”
He rolled to his stomach and gazed up at you with an unreadable look on him. “I really enjoy being around you.”
Tenderly, you placed your unoccupied hand on his cold cheek and tilted your head to the side. “Me too.” Leaning towards him, you pecked his forehead, your lips lingering on his skin and the cold sensation leaving with you as you pulled away. “I’ll come back again soon to finish the story,” you promised.
His hands shook and his eyes seemed to moisten, but he somehow pulled both of yours to kiss them “Thank you.” His breath tickled against knuckles and you squeezed his hands back. “I’ve never expected so much kindness from you.”
How could you not smile at his words?
”Expect more to happen then.”
Writing a second part of a story that nobody knows of its existence. Anyways, I enjoyed writing this and I hope someone would enjoy reading it as well.
When you woke up in the early rising sun of dawn, you saw that Karguk was gone, but on the chair he sat yesterday perched a single note. Picking it up with an outstretched arm, you gently opened the folded paper and read it quickly.
I see you have slept well, love. Though I’m terribly sorry for leaving you, if you would want to see me, I would be training at the field just at dawn. I do hope you will train alongside me, just like you have promised. And I have also taken the letter with me to give it to my father, so do not be alarmed when you can’t find it. —Karguk
You smiled. Just beside you, your sword rested against the wooden headboard of the bed, with its scabbard shining lustrously with the sun beams. Yawning, you groggily got up and walked towards your bag where your clothes should be at. However, when you opened it, there was no sign of the vivid-coloured out-wears your sisters had packed for you before your trip.
Tilting your head in confusion, you surveyed around the extensive space of the room for your gaze to land on the wardrobe against the wall. You walked towards it and opened the two doors to see all of them neatly folded and hung inside.
“That’s odd.” Shrugging it off, you swiftly changed and snatched the sword off the ground to leave the room.
The castle was silent as the dead, and the shadows in the air stretched wide, and loomed over you as if all the warrior orcs were standing in the hall. Your footsteps were silent as you strolled with your hand gripping tightly on your sword’s hilt. The entrance to the field was open and the bright beam of the sun peeped through the space. You could hear the fierce sounds of swords clashing and orcs grunting and for a moment, you were nervous to pass through those doors; yet the eagerness of seeing Karguk faltered the feeling and you proceeded to walk.
The training scene looked like a real battle between orcs and you just stood there in awe as you watched. Their weapons were big and the brutalness in which they fought was almost overwhelming to think of training with them—green and grey mixing together like a palette of paints. With your elaborately engraved, golden hilt, vivid-coloured leather, and the delicate blade of your sword seemed like a mere decoration compared to theirs. Not for the first time, you felt small, extremely small.
“You came!” an enthusiastic voice said through the noise.
Turning towards the source, you froze when you saw Karguk in his training gear running towards you with his sword strapped on his hip. He immediately halted right in front of you, his eyes widening in reason you don’t know.
“I did,” you said, your cheeks heating. “Although I look like I’m out of place here.”
He shook his head. “You dress rather more fashionably than us.” He gestured to your appearance, where the colour bolded you out from all the other warriors.
“True.” Biting your lip, you gazed your feet as you shuffled with them. “But I’ve got to admit, I don’t think I would match your strength.” You looked up when a heavy weight was placed on your shoulder, warmth filling your entire body.
“I’m sure you would be fine,” Karguk said, giving you a reassuring smile.
Returning the favour, you placed your own hand on top of his, earning a deep shade of green to emerge from his cheeks. “Thank you.”
Caught in the moment, you didn’t feel the knowing smirks from some of the other orcs. Even if you did, you doubt you would care about it, you were too busy looking at the blush on Karguk’s face.
“No… No problem.”
Smiling, you stepped back. “Are we going to train or—”
“Yes!” He cleared his throat quickly. “Yes, we will.”
He guided you through the other warriors, bumping into Karthurg and Mogak on the way, and came to an empty space. He looked at you expectantly and in response, you hesitantly unsheathed your sword and held it in your hand.
“It’s very beautiful,” he remarked.
“Looks like a mere toothpick compared to yours,” you said, gliding the blade in the air.
“Mine looks like a scrap compared to yours.” He smiled, pulling out the sword sheathed on his hip. It was a victorious blade sharpened and cleaned until it reflected the sun and shined gloriously.
Your brows furrowed. “That’s not true.”
You circled each other, shifting the weight left to right, repeating the action multiple times as your feet carefully stepped on the pebbled-ground. Taking a brusque step forward, you struck at him, which he deflected effortlessly but with enough surprise that he stumbled backward.
“How long have you been training with a sword?” He dodged a blow and you stepped out of his sword’s way
“Since I was young.” Finding an opening, you caught him off guard as you ducked out of his sword, rolled out of his way, and stood up instantly to hit the base of his blade. You smiled triumphantly when the weapon clattered away from his grip and your sword held in both hands, the tip pointed directly at his heart. “And a lot of practice.”
“I can see,” he said in awe. “You’re amazing at this. ”
You smiled, feeling your cheeks start to burn and ache. Sheathing your sword, you replied, “Thank you.”
Admittedly, you almost fainted from being flustered and embarrassed when Karguk leaned down, took your hand, and pressed a kiss on the back of it. This time, you were aware of the other orcs and you swallowed nervously when his golden ones met yours. Reluctantly, you brought your hand away from him and straightened up with uncertainty. You watched him carefully as he shuffled on his feet, his gaze on them, looking very awkward and uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” said he embarrassedly. He took a step back, but you caught his wrist in an impulsive move. Looking up and down at your hand then to your eyes, his chest rose and fell like a prey detecting a predator.
“It’s all right,” you assured. With great hesitance, you brought his wrist to your lips and pressed them on his pulse point. Quick as that, you lowered his muscular arm when you heard someone calling at you, Karguk, and his siblings.
“It’s time for breakfast!” Mogak’s voice rang through the field. Then she was right beside you a moment later.
“Oh gods,” you breathed out, “you scared me, Mogak.”
“Didn’t want to interrupt the lovely air around you two.” She winked. “Don’t you agree, brother?”
“I do,” Karthurg said, popping on the other side of you.
You jumped involuntarily and puffed out a cloud of air through your nose. “You orcs have a habit of scaring people.”
They all laughed heartily and clapped your back; although the force was soft, it still caused you to lurch forward unsteadily.
“Come on,” rushed Mogak, “let’s get our breakfast.”
———
It was after breakfast when you found your footsteps leading to the library Karguk had introduced it to you last night. Opening the door, there were only a few orcs who were present there but no one paid attention to you as their nose was stuck on each of their books. You went to the very corner of the library and settled on the chair in front of the fireplace, and another orc seated on the other chair facing you. Pulling out a book, you started to read quietly.
Your breath caught in your throat when you felt a touch on your knee, the hand covering snugly. Looking up, your furrowed brows immediately smoothed when you saw Karguk’s soft smile glowing against the fire.
“How are you doing?”
“Do you always have to be dramatic?” you countered.
He blinked innocently. “Was I?”
“You were.” Chuckling, you placed your hand on top of his and lowered your book to meet his eyes properly. “I didn’t realize it was you.”
“I am hurt.”
“Are you now?” You raised a brow playfully and rubbed circles on the green skin on his hand. Feeling him repeatedly freeze and relax, you bit down a smile from spreading across your face.
“No,” he admitted, looking away bashfully. “You’ll never be able to hurt me.”
Your eyes slightly widened and a silence passed through your parted lips. Closing them slowly, you smiled, this time not trying to hide it away from him. “Are you sure of that?”
He sat up from his chair and fell to his knees in front of you. Bringing his other hand to your cheek, he stared at you with his deep golden eyes. “I am sure.”
His eyes then followed to your lips and looked back at you, uncertainty written in them. You nodded and fluttered your eyes closed as he leaned to you. The first thing that touched your lips were his two tusks, which he recoiled back in horror. You barely laughed when you tipped your face towards him and kissed him gently, much to his surprise. Instantly, he kissed you back, both of his hands cradling gently on either side of your head. You felt like you were washed in the morning by a cool, crystal water of a lake, waking you up through the drowse of sleep.
He pulled away reluctantly and bumped his nose against yours, laughing out softly. “You feel the same way about me?”
“Why do you think that?” You smiled. “Of course I do.”
“Thank the gods.” Pecking your lips, he pulled back and grinned broadly. “I love you.”
You kissed his forehead. “I love you too.”
He stood up and tugged you along the way. “You want to go to the field to train again?”
Beaming, you interlock your fingers with his. “I’ll get my sword.”
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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