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Hello hello^^ how r u?? I hope ur good I'm here to ask for yandere vampire brothers( may be triplets or not but more than 2) with succubus chubby reader who is very shy and ashamed of her body but is super beautiful . She never tries to seduce for food which results in her community kicking her out and she on the verge of death due to starvation and these brothers (who knew every thing as they stalk her) taking her to their mansion with them promising to keep her nice and full???? Sorry thus is very long and thanx...

I'm good ^_^ my cat is sitting on my lap and I'm drinking caffeine free coke, so it's all vibes. I can't say no to triplets and I love the pairing of vampires and succubus! This ended up being nsfw because I couldn't help myself <3

Word Count: 3K

W: nsfw, blood drinking, monster smut, gang bang, triplets, nsfw, yandere behavior

“Please Lexial rethink this!” your mother howled as the chief of your village hauled your weak body out of your bed.

“The little thing can’t suck milk from your teat to keep her half conscious for the rest of her life,” he snarled, “I’m selling her for what she’s worth to the vampires. A deal with them will keep the creditors off our backs for a while and we’re doing her a favor putting her out of her misery. They say a vampire bite is euphoric. It will be a peaceful death.”

At the mention of your death she dissolved into tears. You watched your father comfort her, but accept the chief's verdict with a stoic face. If he cared at all, he didn’t show it.

That was the last time you saw your parents.

Lexial dragged you into the village square where the three vampires awaited their meal. You were too weak to fight, so you just lolled in his thick hands. They were triplets, looking identical with red eyes and pale skin, but different styles of white hair.

Everyone had heard of the brothers. They were rich and beautiful, the rumor was they’d done some grand favor for the king for which he’d gifted them riches beyond our feeble imaginings and now they were retired in the country to amuse themselves.

One was cropped short, the other long, and the final brother had a mohawk of long hair braided down his back.

“Thank you for meeting me,” Lexial practically groveled. Your incubus and succubus village was suffering. You were in a remote area and there just weren’t enough people to feed from. You yourself, refused to feed from unwilling hosts and with your low self esteem, you had trouble seducing the few who would be willing to feed you.

That was why your village chief was more than happy to sell you to the vampires for a few coins, you did nothing but swallow the little second hand energy you could beg for or your parents would offer. You were a burden to the whole tribe.

“You promised us a good deal on meat,” the one with the mohawk sneered.

His eyes fell over you, resting on your soft hips and you blushed in embarrassment. Most succubi were svelt and tall, alluring like panthers. You were short and round like a teapot with plump breasts and a big ass.

Lexial threw you down on your knees in front of them, still wearing your thin night dress. All your curves and tender bits were on display.

“She’s a juicy one,” he said eagerly, pinching your butt like you were a pig, “nice and plump. She’ll make a good meal.”

The three of them looked you over and the one with the long hair crouched down and pulled your face into his palm. He smiled at you and winked, before standing up again.

“200 sovereign, just like you said,” the short haired one smirked, tossing your chief a bag of coins.

“Thank you! Thank you, gentleman, please contact me again if you’d like to buy another when you’re done with her. We have a few layabouts we can spare to lose,” he replied.

The long haired one scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing at all and they carried you to their carriage, their business done. With what energy you did have, you tried to cover yourself as best you could, tugging your shift around your hips. It didn’t help much, riding up your thick thighs.

The vampire’s eyes were so busy watching you squirm around he bumped into the carriage.

“Got her?” the one with the short hair growled.

“Uh…yeah, excuse me, my rose,” he chuckled, his cheeks turning pink. It was endearing on his handsome face and you would have been charmed if you weren’t quite sure you were going to die very soon. Your chief was right, he was doing you a favor. What good was a succubus who couldn’t even feed herself? A chubby, plain one at that? You were better off as vampire food.

The carriage was warm and the vampire didn’t put you down as they all climbed inside.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and you buried your nose in his chest, clinging to the last bit of comfort you would get before your end.

“Don’t be like that little rose,” the one holding you said, bouncing you slightly in his arms, “I promise it won’t be so bad.”

The reminder that you were going to die only made you sob loudly.

“Sh, sh, sh,” he said, “look at me…look at me.”

You dared to peek up into his sanguine eyes.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he said smiling and revealing his sparkling fangs, “my name’s Angel. These are my brother’s Sin and Church. You are in no danger. Say hello.”

He gestured to the mohawked one and the short haired one respectively. You sniffled, not sure why he was playing this mind game with you before he ate you, but decided to play along.

“H-hello,” you stammered.

The two of them blinked at you. Church smirked and Sin continued to glare.

While you weren’t quite lucid enough to read their faces, their eyes were all tender as they thought of how very lovely you were and worried that you were obviously starving.

“You need to eat, little one,” Angel pouted, “You’re starving yourself to death.”

“No one…wants me,” you pouted weakly.

Church smacked his lips.

“You know damn well that’s not true you cheeky minx,” he snorted, “it’s a pity you’ll have to be force fed, but we’ll do what we have to.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words. Force fed?! You stiffened in Angel’s arms.

“Sh, sh,” he purred again, “don’t panic. No one is going to hurt you, but you have to eat. We know all about you. We’ve been watching you for a long time. You’re simply too sweet for your own good. A delicate little succubus like you needs to be spoon fed…so to speak.

You have no idea how excited we were when your chief offered to sell you to us, we were days away from raiding your village and taking you anyway. Those fools would have watched you wither away to nothing.”

You dozed in his arms overwhelmed from terror and confusion, waking again looking at a glittering chandelier. The entryway you were in was beautiful, decorated with paintings featuring the gilded frame more than the image inside.

Carved flowers trailed up and down the walls and heavy velvet curtains hung from curved gold curtain rods bent to look like vines. The room was painted your favorite color, as were the rest of the hallways he carried you through. They weren’t all the same shade, but it was for certain your favorite hue.

“Welcome home, little rose,” Angel cooed, carrying you up to a room with a large bed.

You noticed the pattern on the bedspread was your favorite flower. What an odd coincidence, you thought and you shook your head at your own foolishness for thinking about such a meaningless detail. When he put you down on it, you used your last bit of energy to scramble back away from the three of them who were stalking you like cats.

They circled you, their eyes drifting over your smaller form.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” you murmured when you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Strategizing, doll,” Church snickered and you gasped, your hand going to your throat.

Angel punched him and came to sit down next to you, leaning in and pulling your hair off of your neck.

“Don’t listen to him,” he said, “we just have been waiting so long to touch you, we're a little beside ourselves.”

He leaned down and sniffed your skin, moaning quietly, while the others crawled onto the bed so lightly you didn’t even feel it sink under their weight. Your heart fluttered in your chest for a lot of complicated reasons you didn’t have the time to unpack. You were both ravenously hungry and terrified of being eaten at the same time.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stammered, “A-are you going to eat me now?”

Church gave you a wide grin showing his fangs and his dark red eyes flared a bright cardinal glow.

“Yes.” he said confidently and you squealed, trying to make yourself small.

“For goddess’s sake, Church, stop scaring her,” Angel barked.

He pulled you to his chest and pet your trembling form.

“We are going to feed you my rose,” he explained, patiently.

“B-but…n-nobody wants m-me,” you sputtered, disbelieving they could want to do that with you. They were perfect, beautiful and fit, successful and famous. You were nothing. This was some kind of mind game vampires played with their food.

Church and Sin made noises in the back of their throats eerily at the same time.

“Why would you think that?” Angel coaxed, lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

You started sniffling as tears snuck down your cheeks and you got annoyed at what a crybaby you were being.

“Because I’m fat!” you pouted.

Church looked feral and yanked you out of Angel’s lap, throwing you face down on his and slapping your ass, before gripping it firmly in his large hand as if he were testing it.

“Fat ass, yes,” he confirmed, then lifted you back up and tossed you on your back on the bed, crawling up your body with his fangs bared, “the rest of you is just as pretty as a flower and soft like a woman should be, a perfect, sweet little snack.”

You gasped at his closeness and his hot breath on your neck as his tongue darted out and licked you. The little drop of sexual energy that action gave you was like leading a man lost in the desert to water. You were too far gone into starvation to fight your instincts. You grabbed Church’s cheeks and kissed him without thinking, flooding yourself with delicious sexual energy.

You’d always held yourself back from taking what wasn’t yours. Most incubi and succubi liked to come to their victims in their rest, raping them and feeding on them while they slept. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it, leaving you malnourished and starving.

But at that moment nothing could have stopped you, your survival impulse had taken over and you were nothing but a feral beast sating it’s hunger. His tongue eagerly found your mouth, his heavy hand cupping your head.

He moaned into your lips as you frantically tangled your tongues together. You wrapped your legs as far around his thick body as you could get them and ground your pussy into his chest. He chuckled into your mouth and kissed you harder.

You had no idea, but behind him Angel was rubbing his eyes, because it wasn’t exactly supposed to happen like this. He’d carefully planned how he was going to gently nourish you back to health. Church was always rushing into things.

Sin, who was Church’s protege when it came to situations like these, nudged his brother out of the way and peeled your legs off of him so he could get at the little nightgown you were wearing.

He tore the flimsy material as easily as if it were paper, immediately latching on to your breast with his hot mouth. His long fingers found your already soaked pussy and he stuffed two of them inside. Hot, fresh life energy soaked you and your eyes drifted to the back of your head already experiencing the best meal you’d ever had.

“Take it slow,” Angel warned, crawling over to your head and gently prying you off of Church, who was not in the least deterred, shifting his kisses down your neck and to your other nipple.

You gasped in pleasure looking up at the third triplet.

“You’ll make yourself sick,” he chided, leaning down and kissing you softly adding a drizzle of his own energy to the mix you were engorging yourself with.

That was all silly talk as his brother dropped his head to your cunt and started licking your clit.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Church hissed into your breast, “we’re going to keep her so stuffed she’s sick. You were famished weren’t you, doll?”

“Mhmmm,” you whined, sucking gently on Angel’s bottom lip as he tried to withdraw his kisses.

He gave in to your lure, cupping your head in his hand and scattering kisses over your lips, never quite letting you pin him.

“You’ll never want for anything again,” he assured you, “food or whatever else you desire. Just ask. We’ve waited ages to spoil you.”

It probably should have been concerning these three vampires had been watching you, but you were too lost in feeding to think about such details. His eyes dropped to your neck.

“Can I…bite you…just a little?” he asked.

You should have frozen in fear, but you were high on food after years of starvation and the pleasure the triplets were raining on your body so you just let out a pathetic whine. Angel interpreted this as agreement and a moment later he’d pulled your head gently to the side. His cool nose grazed the tender flesh of your neck, before he tasted you with his tongue.

The bite was like nothing you’d ever felt before. If you thought succubi gave you pleasure before they killed, if they bothered to kill, you were wrong. You felt like you were cumming everywhere all at once, in your very veins perhaps. You screamed in surprise, your pussy flooding around Sin’s fingers.

Before you were quite ready for it to be it was over and Angel pulled away, dabbing at his red lips.

“Delicious,” he groaned, “it’s so hard to stop. I could just eat you up.”

You just whined pathetically as Sin bit into your thigh, throwing you into another orgasmic rush. It would have been an opportune time to drink you dry, you would have let them do anything to you at that moment, but they had other things on their minds.

Sin slipped his dripping fingers out of your pussy and quickly replaced them with his cock slamming into you. It was large and thick, stretching you to your limit. He couldn’t stay his hips, thrusting into you wildly like a rabid bull and the deluge of sexual energy made you drool.

The three of them were just as out of control as you were. They’d waited so long to have you, to touch you, to taste you. Sin wanted to bite you and rut you, not to consume you, but because he knew his bite was irresistible and he would do anything to chain you to him.

Vampires had stamina humans didn’t. The three of them could feed you as long as they themselves kept feeding endlessly.

They’d make you into their desperate little love pet and you’d never leave them. All the time they’d watched you and pined over you was being fulfilled in this moment and they weren’t taking a minute of it for granted, using every technique to seduce you.

Church bit into your breast making you sob, mind broken by the rush and Sin’s phallus moving in and out of you.

You wouldn’t have expected it from him, but it was Angel who slipped off his pants and shirt and pressed his cock against your lips, pushing it gently into your mouth after giving you a moment to taste him. Eagerly accepting it, you rolled your tongue over what would fit past your lips causing him to squeeze the back of your head and shudder.

“You’re so beautiful like that,” he moaned as he forced it deeper, watching you drool around it, “you’re so pretty, you have no idea…”

No one had ever spoken to you so tenderly, so you eagerly rewarded him by hollowing your cheeks around his shaft and milking him with your mouth. All the while Church watched you, toying with your nipples and stroking his cock, patiently waiting for his turn with one of your holes.

“Good girl, you can take it,” he encouraged you, “eat up.”

It pleased him to no end that you’d gone from the awkward young succubus he’d spotted in a bar trying shyly and failing to seduce some asshole, who didn't appreciate how beautiful you were, for the first time, to the satiated angel laid on in front of him on his bed. He would never let you out of his orbit again.

The years watching you starve too insecure to feed yourself were torture. It had taken him time to convince his brothers. Not that they weren’t equally enamored with you, but did they really want to kidnap you? They’d thought it was just another one of his impulsive schemes.

Slowly their fascination grew until a clear opportunity presented itself. It was for your best interest, they told themselves. Even they didn’t know he’d whittled down the local human population to nothing to starve the sex demons into desperation. Their luck would improve now that he had you.

He grinned watching his brother do everything in his power to fuck you into submission. He’d been the last one to cave, sure buying you would only make you hate them.

Church’s fingers drifted down to your little pleasure nub, circling it until you wreathed from the orgasm that overtook you. Your eyes glazed over as you got past the threshold of conscious thought. You were hardly aware of Sin cumming inside you and Church taking his place, only processing your basic senses, filling yourself to the brim with their energy.

You could smell Angel’s cologne and sweet musk as he fucked your throat. You could taste the saltiness of his cum as he unloaded it into your mouth. You heard him utter your name, clutching your head as he came. You watched his face flush an adorable red with embarrassment from what he’d done to you lost in passion.

All you felt after that was your pussy stretching with pleasure around Church’s member, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Just a little more, doll,” he grunted, kissing the bottoms of your feet as he thrust inside of you and gripped your thick legs with his big hands, “cum for me again, delicious girl.”

Maybe he used a little bit of vampire hypnosis on you, maybe not, but you came at his command, your pussy clenching his shaft inside of you as he bit into your leg, extending the orgasm into an explosive bloom. Your slick squirted from the edges of his girthy cock making him smile and you blush.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he groaned, joining you in bliss and unloading himself into you.

When you glanced at him again, he was grinning down at you with a trickle of your blood making its way down his chin.

“You need to rest little rose,” Angel cooed, dragging your limp body up to his chest and leaning back against the headboard. He stroked your head while you lolled in his arms, exhausted and absolutely stuffed.

The three of them lounged on the large bed, Church propped on one arm looking at you and Sin with his arms behind his head staring at the ceiling.

“S-so you’re really not going to kill me?” you murmured quietly and the three of them chuckled.

“No!” they said eerily at the same time.

“Oh…okay,” you muttered and deciding you were safe for at least one night promptly fell asleep.

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I know everyone and their dog is now drawing chicken Falin but I really wanted to for YEARS and couldnt because I didnt want to spoil people hh

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I think I need a part 2 of the baby creatures because its absolutely ADORABLE!! What about driders, centaurs, orcs, and merfolk?

Thinking about monster babies is so soothing ^_^

The first one is here

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Merfolk are born with little tails that take time to gain the strength needed to get them around, so their parents mostly carry them as infants. They are born with an extra fat layer, making them extra chubby, but also to keep them warm in the deep ocean. When they are old enough to swim on their own, most baby merfolk prefer to swim around in a school so they can play and for safety. They have an inherent understanding of the vastness of the ocean and prefer to play near their parents. While they are young, their parents prefer to keep them away from the shallows as there is danger of being spotted by a human or reef shark. Instead, they prefer to keep them in caves, floating kelp, or high sea grass where they can hide easily.

Centaur babies, like humans, take time to develop. Though their bodies are capable of carrying weight when they are born, their brains aren't developed enough to put two and two together, so they are carried for the first six months of their lives. For the first few months, they tend to stay in the fetal position, snuggling in nests or on their parent's back, until their vision and core strength develop. However, once they are on their four feet, they are tiny menaces. They have all the energy and good sense (none) of a toddler but with four strong legs to carry them where they want to go. It's the job of the entire herd to keep them out of trouble. They are easily startled and will retreat to a nearby adult if scared, but they love physical activity. Since they take so well to athletics, centaurs start training their toddlers as soon as they can walk to keep them occupied. Their first training is usually small gathering expeditions, where a few centaurs will escort all of the children to the forest to learn what mushrooms, berries, and nuts are edible. That's followed by runs that grow increasingly longer to learn scouting and camouflage techniques so that they can take their turn on patrol when they are old enough.

Driders are born with their eyes closed and a soft carapace. Their parents generally keep them in a web nursery while their skin hardens, and they eventually open their eyes. Young driderlings are precocious and curious, driven by their natural hunting instincts to explore. When they are small, they can't yet weave or chew through their parent's webs, but they enjoy observing whatever their parents happen to be doing. They are even happier if they are allowed to help. It takes them a bit to obtain the grace and stealthiness normally associated with Driders. When they are little, they are very clumsy and need help from their parents to figure out which leg goes where. They come of the age to be relatively independent when they are able to escape their nurseries, meaning their teeth and claws have developed as well as spinnerets to help them get wherever they want to go. They are astute students when it comes to weaving, writing, and hunting, with a natural lean towards perfectionism. When they are older, they tend to be more solitary. While they enjoy drider society, they are driven to create safe spaces within it for themselves and can be alone for long periods of time without a problem.

Orc babies are expressive and needy. They crave physical touch and interaction to keep them engaged or they get bored and naughty. They need lots of toys to develop their motor skills and learn to crawl earlier than human babies from their excitement to follow their parents around. They hate being in their cradle unless they are asleep and prefer to be in the same room with their parents while they work. They take well to other Orcs in their family, excited to meet new people. Orc society is cooperative, so they learn at a young age to depend on others and seek out company. In a well-guarded Orc village, little Orcs are allowed to roam around as they please as soon after they learn to walk because the village works together to keep them safe. Older siblings or cousins feel a responsibility to keep an eye on the little ones, and often, young Orcs will form little packs to run around the village collecting cookies from indulgent mothers and grandmothers. Little Orcs enjoy crafts, group games, and getting into mischief together. Orc parents encourage them to play independently, developing relationships that will become more and more important as they grow.

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You get fed to the beast in the dungeon

General Plot: You are a snack for some creature they keep in the basement

W: dungeon, kidnapping, slight yandere behavior, monster fluff

Monster (Caspian) x Pixie female reader

Word Count: 1.5K

“This one’ll work,” the imperial guard said, sounding bored as he dragged you by your collar off of the street where you’d been sleeping.

“Hey let me go!” you snapped, struggling in his arms.

“Shut up scrap!” he snarled, shaking you until your teeth rattled, then turning to his partner, “we just need one, right?”

His partner appraised you, his shiny armour glinting in the morning sunlight.

“Eh…you sure she’s fat enough?” he asked, fingering your cheek with his metal clad hand.

“It’s a fucking beast,” he snarled, “it doesn’t care what it eats. If this one isn’t enough we’ll find him another one.”

They dragged you screaming down the alley, carrying you as if you were just a bit of laundry. Of course, no one came to your rescue. Everyone in the capital knew not to interfere with imperial business, even if they were kidnapping an innocent woman off of the street.

The next thing you knew they were hauling you down a flight of creepy stone stairs to a dark dungeon.

The guards ignored your screams as they chatted about mundane things, how their kids were doing in their lessons and who was and wasn’t getting promoted.

“Dinner’s here!” the one holding you shouted, rattling the heavy bars of a cell when they’d reached their destination.

You swallowed a cry as you peered into the shadows of the cell they were dangling you in front of. To your dismay, the other guard unlocked the door and they unceremoniously dumped you inside, locking it behind you.

“Now that, that's all done let's go grab a pint!” the guard chuckled behind him as they made their way back into the warmth of day.

You squinted your eyes, your vision still blown out from the bright sunlight you came from. You couldn’t make out much in the darkness, only a large form whose shoulders rose and fell in an even rhythm.

“H-hello?” you offered hoarsely to the darkness.

A pair of glowing yellow eyes focused on you. Then another. Then another. Six eyes peered down at you in the darkness, narrowing and widening as they took you in. A deep growl reverberated in the air making you tremble to your toes. You felt air brush your face as whatever you’d been trapped with dragged in your scent. Your heart raced in your chest and you scrambled backwards on your ass trying to put as much space between you and whatever it was as possible.

The creature shuddered and let out a whine, not coming any closer. You watched it for a moment, as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and its form became clearer. Whatever it was, it was huge, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. Slick, sparkling teeth farmed an ivory shield where its mouth should have been. Four horns emerged from behind its head framing its face with thick black hair tangled around them. It was curled over on itself, its thick claws clutching its stomach.

“Hey…are you okay?” you asked, your voice still trembling.

The creature shuddered, clutching its stomach tighter.

“S-stay A-away,” it grumbled at you and then the creature convulsed.

You scooted a little closer.

“You look like you’re in pain,” you murmured, “are you hurt?”

It let out a stifled wail.

“T-t-he c-c-urse, stay away,” it hissed at you, drawing in ragged breaths.

You looked around, wondering what you should do. The guards were long gone and from the sound of things they didn’t really care for this creature. No one was coming to help you. You dug around in your pocket and pulled out a few round balls.

“I have candy,” you offered, holding it out to him, “want some?”

You always kept candy in your pockets because it was easy to steal and the bit of sugar kept the worst of the hunger pangs as bay.

The creature turned to you slowly, its large eyes blinking. It curled its body into some misshapen form of itself, bones popping into place as it scuttled across the stone floor towards you.

“For me?” it asked, its voice gravelly and low.

You stifled your fear as its massive teeth came dangerously close to your small fingers. You pushed the candy towards him.

“Sure, take it.”

A long pebbled tongue slid out from between fangs and yanked the candy into its mouth.

“Mmmmm,” it purred and you heard its saliva swish around as it sucked on the treats.

The creature curled up next to you, still trembling but humming happily. You dared to run a shaking finger over its bumpy skin.

“S-so hungry,” it groaned.

You patted its head.

“I think you are supposed to be eating me,” you reminded it, even though you probably shouldn’t have.

It shook its heavy head.

“No meat,” it grumbled.

“You don’t like meat?” you asked, surprised, your fingers hovering over its skin.

A bony hand poked out and pulled your hand back down to its hair.

“Vegan,” it explained simply.

You nodded, frowning. The thing was starving and they were trying to feed it you!

“Why are you down here?” you asked.

“C-curse. D-dad don’t want.”

You sighed. Poor thing. Cursed and tossed down in that horrid cell to rot. Fortunately for him, he had you and what the imperial guards didn’t know when they dragged you off of the street is that you were a pixie.

“Come on you,” you said, standing up and holding out your hand.

His six eyes flashed up at you confused.

“We’re getting you some real food,” you explained, taking his bony fingers in yours.

You tugged him to the door and hovering your hand over the mechanism infusing it with your magic. Pixies weren’t particularly adept magic users, but your strength was sneakiness. You could come and go through locks as you pleased. There was a click and the door swung open.

The creature held back as you tried to pull it behind you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, “don’t you want to get out of here?”

He looked down at himself, considering his hunched form and the remnants of whatever clothes he had been wearing before he had become what he was.

“S-scared,” it grumbled.

“It’s okay,” you said, tugging it along, “I’ll be right here the whole time.”

A determined look crossed his face and he followed you out.

You pulled him through the dungeon and up a flight of stairs to the surface level.

“What’s your name?” you asked, making conversation as you crept around the back side of the castle to the forest.

“Caspian,” he grunted.

You smiled up at him. In the sunlight you could see how truly horrendous he was, but his looks didn’t bother you. He had a softness in his eyes that was endearing. You led him through the woods to an apple orchard you often pilfered fruit from.

“Here,” you said, handing him a shiny red apple. He cupped it in his claws like it was the most precious thing in the world before devouring it. You fed him as many as you could shake down until his belly was round and his eyes looked glossy and sleepy.

You watched him bask in the sun, chewing your own apple, happy to see some color in his cheeks.

“So where are you going to go now that you’re free?” you asked.

He pointed at you with a long claw.

“You.” he grunted, then pointed at himself, “mine.”

“Oh.” You swallowed your bite of apple.

You’d always been alone, you’d never had a companion before so the idea of it kind of startled you at first.

“Well…where do you wanna go?” you asked, “I’m not falling asleep in the capital again. I’ll tell you that.”

He shrugged and pushed his arms behind his head, relaxing. You crawled over next to him and laid your own head on his bicep, listening to the birds chirp in the trees. Paired with the even pulse of his breath you were soon lulled fast asleep.

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flowersandbigteeth · 5 days

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There’s something dark inside of me~

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flowersandbigteeth · 5 days

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No better way to start a Monday.

Excuse while I drool.

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Question around the Roth Mothman story/universe…

Would it ever be possible that genuine romance blooms at Roth’s club between the monster men and human women?

I know that it’s a exclusive fetish club, but I wonder if some monster men go who otherwise can’t have a normal relationship with a human woman, due to something like species’ societal expectations/discriminations. (Like in the Unicorn story, with some families wanting pure-bred lineage, with no humans or other monsters in the mix). Or maybe, some monster men go to the fetish club cause they’ve faced a lot of rejection when trying to date human women normally (on dating apps and stuff), so going to a place where women won’t reject them is better grounds for relationship prospects.

Obviously, one should never expect to find more than what they’ve come for. And it’s shitty to expect a genuine relationship to form with an employee, as they’re working on the clock. But I still wonder if this’d be possible to happen, or if this establishment has a strict no strings attached policy?

If romance did ever bloom between some of the monsters and women, it’d be cute to see Roth and reader set up a match maker business. It’d be a great business venture since Mothmen have great ideals of love.

If you did decide to continue the story, maybe this time reader is one of the women working at the club, and is matched with a new x monster man (with Roth working a bit behind the scenes)?

This is a really interesting concept. Some spicy discussion below the cut

The first thing I thought of would be that it could make a really interesting polyam romance if the girl in question is juggling a lot of different partners...There's an illustrator who does or used to do? a sort of monster bathhouse comic that comes to mind where the main gal Ollie has a unique relationship with all of her different customers and I LOVED that: https://twitter.com/sframboob

Idk if they are doing that meta anymore, but I'm pretty sure that's the right artist. You have to go way back in the medias to find the original comics.

I think a matchmaker business is an adorable idea, though <3 I could see that as a separate business for Roth and the reader because some monsters come to the club hoping for something or they are awkward and don't really dig the vibe...like they are close to what they want, but not quite there since they want something meaningful and idk, maybe while they are leaned over the bar having a pity party, the bartender slides a card across the counter to them for the service.

Generally, I've read some romance books where the sex worker heroine falls in love and gives up her work for the guy, but personally, I don't love that. I feel like if a romance does develop, the monster should accept her for who she is and gas her up.

I think it would be cute if he went shopping with her for lingerie or heels for her job, maybe helped her with her makeup or photoshoot, or even did a sexy roleplay where he pretends to be a customer and they get to experiment with maybe an unusual sexy game that they wouldn't normally do. Or maybe even something simple, like he likes to pick her up to make she gets home safe because she gets out of work at crazy hours

Even spicier if it is another employee, like the bartender, who is always winking at her from across the room because he gets to watch his hot girlfriend splayed out in different situations all night but takes her home to rub her feet and cuddle after closing. Also, that there are things that she does for work that she doesn't mind doing or even enjoys, but there stuff at home that only he can do for her, even if it's something innocuous, like he knows exactly how to touch her because it's about her, not her client.

The more I'm writing about this the more I like, I might just open up a new doc for this one ^_^

#monster romance #sweet asks #sweet anons

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