Most Monster romance stories involve sex, and that's okay! I just don't enjoy that, so for the monster lovers in a not so sexual mood, I have some stories to tell you! Yearning/24/Any Pronouns
Most Monster romance stories involve sex, and that's okay! I just don't enjoy that, so for the monster lovers in a not so sexual mood, I have some stories to tell you!
I go by Yearning, and I enjoy a good monster story, romance, platonic, familial
I don't take requests because I have a bad track record with completing them, but I do take suggestions!
I don't write for abusive topics, intended harm towards the main characters, and if you're not certain check with me. If you need something tagged specifically, let me know!
All of my stories are either Gender Neutral or Male Presenting, I might do some Woman presenting on the occasion but it's doubtful
Hope you enjoy gathering around my little campfire and listening to my stories :)
Tags: Male Dragon x GN Reader | Domestic Fantasy | Overgrown Cuddle Bug | Soft Giggles | Physical Affection & Gentle Giant Energy
AN My bad- I felt like buns for the past 2 days, SO I had this in the drafts, let's take a small Itty bitty break from that angst of the dragon and do smth nice for this month-
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The first thing you noticed when you entered the cave was that it was… warmer than usual.
The second thing you noticed was that the dragon was already watching the entrance, waiting.
“You’re early,” you teased, brushing stray leaves from your sleeves.
“I adjusted my rest cycle,” he replied with dignified calm, a pause, “You said you would visit today.”
You smiled, stepping toward the glowing lake. “I did. I just came from town — nothing exciting. Mrs. Alder burned her bread again, and the baker’s cat knocked over an entire tray of cooling pies.”
You didn’t get much further, when suddenly — gently, but unmistakably — something enormous shifted around you.
His tail.
It slid around your waist in a slow, deliberate curl, warm scales pressing firm but careful against your back. Before you could even squeak, his massive head lowered, nudging into your shoulder like an oversized housecat seeking attention.
“I—” You huffed a laugh. “You’re very close.”
“You were gone three days,” he murmured, not moving an inch away.
A heavy wing unfurled behind you, draping over your back like a living blanket. The membrane was surprisingly soft, warm as sun-soaked stone. His forelimb shifted too, careful talons resting beside you as if bracketing you safely in place.
You were effectively… contained.
“You’re squishing me,” you said, though you were already giggling.
“Am I?”
He leaned more of his weight — just slightly — until you let out a startled laugh and braced your hands against his scales. They shimmered faintly at the sound, pleased.
“I’m trying to tell you about my day!”
“Continue,” he said smoothly, though his snout nuzzled against your cheek in slow, affectionate presses. “I am listening.”
You were flushed now, warmth creeping up your neck — and not just from the heat of him. Every time you spoke, his tail tightened faintly. Every time you laughed, he rumbled, a deep purr echoing through his chest and into yours.
“So the baker was chasing the cat,” you tried again, squirming as his chin rested atop your head, “and I swear the entire market stopped to watch—”
He made a soft, contented sound, eyes half-lidded. “Your voice carries sunlight,” he murmured.
That did not help the blushing situation.
“You are being ridiculous,” you mumbled, though you leaned back against him anyway.
“I am being efficient,” he corrected. “You speak. I hold.”
The simplicity of it made you laugh again, burying your face briefly against the warm curve of his neck. His scales were smooth beneath your cheek, faintly glowing in response to the contact.
For an ancient, elegant creature of legend… he was alarmingly clingy.
And as you continued recounting your entirely mundane day — market mishaps, spilled flour, silly gossip — the dragon listened like you were telling him the most sacred story ever written.
Video description: A Black man wearing elf ears and dreads and a bandana on his head, pretending to talk to another person. Onscreen text in white says: "I'm Three Drinks Deep at the Elfsong Tavern and Someone Mentions Wyll Ravengard." The angle changes several times and Cary gets more and more animated as he speaks.
Transcription: (sounds of people talking)
Oh nonono, I'm jumping in here. I'm jumping in here because I read the piece in the Gazette, the piece on Wyll Ravengard.
Offscreen voice: Whaddya mean?
You can't slander this man.
Offscreen voice: What're you talking about?
Cary: You can't slander him. No but hear me - hear me well: he was banished from the city by his father at 17. Mind you, he protected the city from a cult of Tiamat. Tiamat cultists. You know where Tiamat was? SHE'S IN HELL. They tried to bring her to Baldur's Gate, and he stopped it. He stopped it! Nono and see this is why you backed Gortash, cuz you lack critical thinking.
Offscren voice: I don't see how that's relevant (repeats)
Cary: You do. You do. You simply do. You- you're completely mischaracterizing this man: he had every chance to just be evil. He coulda been a piece of shit, but he chose light. Where there is surely a path of darkness, he chose light every single time. For 7 years, he went and made a name for himself. As a hero - the Blade of Frontiers. For 7 years.
7 years, a devil in his ear, trying to sway him to a path of darkness, surely. And yet he chose the path of heroism. And you- and you- and you're calling him a fraud? Wyll Ravengard is NOT a fraud. Lorroakan? Fraud. Wyll Ravengard is not a fraud! Not only - not only does he save Baldur's Gate 7 years ago - when he was a teenager, ok? But he comes back with a band of ragtag heroes and helps protect the city from a cultist? The Absolute cultists?
They - DID YOU SEE THE FUCKING BRAIN IN THE SKY? Are you kidding me? This man has saved this city on more than one occasion, and he's not even 30 yet. HE'S NOT EVEN THIRTY YET AND HE SAVED THE CITY TWICE. And you wanna call him a fr- Get the fuck outta my face.
IT"S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Check out my animation of the title song from Nerdy Prudes Must Die, a horror musical from @teamstarkid
You can watch the FULL stage show on their youtube channel!
https://youtu.be/PG3RDdyD_GQ?si=Rhxg6asT0MMoTTXd
This clip features Jon Matteson as Richie, Will Branner as Max! The story and script is by Nick and Matt Lang, with music and lyrics by Jeff Blim!
As is tradition in tumblr culture the locals unearth the corpse of a long deceased figure and drag it across the streets merrily, laughing at what is preserved of the person’s words. This custom, seen as morbid in other cultures, is instead done gleefully and with an unmatched enthusiasm
Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…
Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.
Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.
My wifi isn't the strongest so the game i paid for and wasted hours for it to re-download after the first plethora of issues despite it's insanely unoptimized for PC nature? Won't let me play bc the Rockstar specialized launcher 'cant verify that my social club is entitled to RDR2'
I could give many more reasons but don't want to be a whiner. For an actual explanation?
Their launcher is shoddy, they force you to make 'an account' that has to be verified and you have to have 24/7 connection to not just Internet and wifi but the high speed shit and even then the game is glitchy in launch, won't always sync with a controller either.
And if you want cheats? They have them in-game!
Sucks that it locked me out of mission rewards or game saving though like the game wants you to go fuck yourself for using an in-game feature they created.
So anyways. I re-bought my favorite game some time ago for PC after I sold my Xbox that had the disk version. I've been through hell ever since. It was supposed to be the thing keeping me awake all night and im
(side-note Cult of the Lamb did cheats RIGHT they have it as a simple menu option and don't penalize you for using them. I love Cult of the Lamb and the developers for that, they have my whole heart)
i want all my friends and followers and mutuals and acquaintances to know from the bottom of my heart: i don’t respond to your messages because i’m an insane person, i am insane medieval hermit software running inappropriately on modern queer hardware and social media scares me. it is not your fault
Holy shit Nepal's whole government is fucking GONE lmao
Theyve had a corrupt as hell government full of nepo babies which killed 19 people the other day (including unarmed children) during a protest and Gen Z was like "No we're gonna burn you mother fuckers down", they've burned down the presidential palace, the parliament, police offices, houses of politicians. Theres people chasing ministers down in the streets!
That last pic is of a dude who *defeated* a riot cop and STOLE HIS FUCKIN GEAR!! Theyre using the strawhats logo as a rallying symbol of rebellion just like in Indonesia
Trying to start routinely doing exercises for flexibility and gymnastics type stuff just for funsies
Why is every app giving me a questionair that makes me delete it 'where do you want to loose weight the most? why are you unconfident? What body parts do you want to change because you hate them? Do you want abs or smaller legs or a firm butt? What event are you getting ready for because clearly you have a confidence issue and you're not just doing this because you want to'
Bitch I want that Nightwing flexibility, leave me alone.
So anyways, does anyone know of any non predatory acting fitness apps or programs that don't fuel off of self loathing and body hatred? Cause I'm just wanting fun not a questionair of why I think I'm ugly lol
