#m goblin x gn reader

[feyascorner]

at the end of the day

summary. you and astarion have your first genuine fight and the other companions try to patch things between the two of you.

warnings. comfort/fluff

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

a/n. have not written an actual one-shot in a while omg,...

Breakfast is eaten in silence. One that's been extending far past its welcome date now.

Shadowheart grips her fork, feeling the flitting glances exchanged amongst the others around the table while she maintains focus on the two individuals sitting on opposite sides of the table. Your eyes remain trained on the bread sitting on your plate and Astarion swirls his chalice aimlessly in his hand, neither of you even acknowledging the presence of the other. The cleric grimaces as you stand suddenly, your chair scraping against the floor as you do so.

"Thanks for the food, Gale," is all you mutter before leaving the room with your plate in hand. Astarion rises from his own chair in an instant, huffing.

"I must take my leave as well."

When both parties have left the room, all five other companions stare at one another in a knowing silence. Lae'zel is the only one who doesn't seem the slightest bothered. Wyll is the one to break the uncomfortable tension in the air, clearing his throat after Lae'zel nearly bites her fork off. "I see they're still amidst their lovers' quarrel."

"What are they even fighting about?" Karlach groans, slumping into her chair with an exasperated groan.

"It was nice the first few days to have a good night's sleep without their incessant noises," Shadowheart grumbles, shoving an egg into her mouth. "But now, this is arguable worse."

"Should we...aid them somehow?" Gale blinks.

Lae'zel snorts. "They're adults, we don't need to coddle them, wizard."

Despite her words, they do find themselves a few hours later in unanimous agreement to do something to ease the unfamiliar dryness of the camp dynamic. It comes in multiple attempts. And to say few---if not all--were unsuccessful, is an understatement.

First, when out in the woods, Gale makes an effort to spark a conversation that would prompt both you and Astarion to join in. You nod occasionally, though lost in thought, while Astarion promptly ignores whatever he's talking about. It's a pathetic attempt that has nobody but himself babbling away, which earns a grunt from Shadowheart. It's enough to shut him up, thankfully.

Second, Karlach uses her uncanny ability to lift someone's spirits. Jokes, dancing, all that jazz. Even booze. She urges you to let loose, but all you do in response is smile at her apologetically while Astarion just glares off into space. Another failed attempt. Lae'zel pats Karlach on the shoulder.

Wyll tells stories of his monster hunting days which you usually take an interest in. Astarion naturally listens to what a monster hunter does when he's not hunting monsters, but that's all it is. You and Astarion only listen. There are quips and lingering questions, but neither of you ever direct it at one another, or bother to add into the conversation either. The sheer amount of teasing questions has Wyll's head spinning by the end of it. Lae'zel rolls her eyes.

Just when things couldn't possibly get any worse, you're ambushed. It's a small horde of goblins---nothing beyond your capabilities, but your companions do take some small scratches here and there. Somehow, though he rarely does, as he prefers staying behind you or Karlach, Astarion does too. And despite his efforts to hide it behind his back, you also didn't miss the cut lining Astarion's arm to his elbow. It's not deep by any means, and if it were your own injury, you'd likely just brush it off.

But it's on his skin, and he'd gotten it when taking a hit from an arrow that should've cut your arm.

Blasted hells, you think, as he shrugs it off. Even when you can clearly see him clenching his jaw to bite away the pain.

If battle won't be the end of you, you're sure your idiot of a boyfriend might be instead.

"Come here, you fool," you mutter, holding out your hand. He doesn't even consider the fact that you're mad at one another and immediately extends his arm to you. Habits, you suppose.

You mumble out a weak scolding as he watches you wrap the wound through his lashes. He shivers as you lather a cool ointment on the cut, hoping it's enough to soothe the pain before Shadowheart's recovered enough to properly heal him. He lifts a pale hand to your face, and for a moment, you think he might pinch you. Instead, he runs a thumb across your cheek, spreading the ointment on a scratch you hadn't even realized was there in the first place.

You meet his eyes, your own softening as he cups his fingertips around your cheek. The way he looks at you is overwhelming sometimes---like you're the only thing he gives a damn about in this world---but it's a welcome feeling when he hasn't even looked you in the eye this way in days now. For a moment, you realize you don't even remember why the two of you were mad at one another in the first place.

A laugh threatens to escape your throat. How childish, truly.

And then he flicks your forehead, unable to help the grin etching onto his lips when you blink in surprise.

"That was for making me sleep by myself for three nights."

You swat at his arm while he dodges each of your lazy attempts to get back at him. And though the two of you continue bickering, unbeknownst to you, you have an audience a good bit away, watching you return to your old ways after making them worry for so long.

"What a sight it is--to see young people in love again," Wyll smiles.

Shadowheart deadpans. "Isn't Astarion nearing 240?"

"Who cares?" Karlach shrugs, slinging her arms on either side of her companions with a toothy beam. "What matters is that they made up...and we didn't even have to help them."

#is this kinda ooc idek atp #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion #feyascorner #bg3 x reader #astarion x oc #baldurs gate 3

[dr3c0mix]

Hello, I'm the person who requested the yandere orc and I just wanted to say I loved it! At the end of that request I said I would ask for minotaur if you didn't do orc. But I still want to request yandere minotaur because I am a big fan of how you write yandere stuff. So can you please write yandere minotaur x reader.

(I would like it if the minotaur was just a hunk of muscle that no one would dare mess with, but becomes putty for reader. If you have another idea, use it!)

Flowers For My Cleric

Yandere! Minotaur x GN Reader

🌾 Ashvan was a part of a clan of warriors, ones that are feared and respected for their strength and brutality throughout the land.

🌾 He's seen fighters of all kinds from the biggest orcs and golitaths to the smallest goblins and kobalts. He's seen almost everything and everyone on the battlefield.

🌾 But nothing prepared him for you.

🌾 You looked so small and soft compared to everyone else. So out of place from the rough and tough warriors with bodies decorated in scars and tattoos.

🌾 It was during a welcoming feast that he first met you. You were the newest member of the clan and everyone welcomed you warmly.

🌾 He asked one of his close friends what your deal was and he learned that you were supposed to be their healer.

🌾 Vibrant music played in the tavern, but all he could see and hear was you and your adorable little laugh.

🌾 Your smile shined like the sun and your movements were so graceful and soft.

🌾 You went around meeting everyone, occasionally healing a fresh wound or two until he came face to face with you in all your glory.

🌾 "H-hi.."

🌾 "Hi!.."

🌾 He's almost crumbling at the sight of you. It's the first time he's ever been nervous.

🌾 Never before has he felt such a feeling, not even when he was facing the deadliest foes. How is a big and tough minotaur like himself shaking at the feet of such a gentle creature?

🌾 You start to laugh awkwardly the more he just kept staring at you. You pat his arm comfortingly before moving on to greet the rest of the clan.

🌾 It felt as if he was touched with the finest silk!

🌾 You'd run into him quite often while in the clan. You'd see him laughing with his friends with confidence and pride in his walk, but the moment you say hello, he'd be reduced to a stuttering babbling mess trying to say hi back. His friends would have to bring him away from you so he won't embarrass himself further.

🌾 "O-oh! Hello cleric! W-we were just uh..going to spar, you can join us if you want..b-but you don't have to! I mean you're probably busy but I would love to have you there..n-not to spar though! I mean you can..but you can watch..I-I'm not calling you weak or anything! You probably can take care of yourself pretty well, b-but if you ever need anyone to protect you, you know..o-only if you want to-"

🌾 He follows you around sometimes, pretending to be doing something else like carrying around some supplies or sharpening his weapon. When you turn away, he would have a lovesick smile on his face.

🌾 If you catch him staring, he'd panic and try to hide behind a barrel or crate, doesn't really help that he's a large minotaur. You'd giggle at the sight of a tall and fearsome creature hiding from you as best as he could with his tail and horns peeking through the crate.

🌾 "M-me? Hiding? Noooo! I-I don't need to hide! I-I'm a warrior!..heheh.."

🌾 His friends would try to help him out, telling him advice that may or may not work. I don't think gifting your crush the head of your enemies is pretty romantic though...

🌾 You would be fixing up your medical supplies when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and Ashvan would be towering above you, shakily offering you a small, sort of roughed up bouquet of wild flowers in his large cloven hand.

🌾 Some of the stems look a bit bent and most of their petals have fallen off, but it's cute either way.

🌾 "C-Cleric! I uhm...found these uhm..flowers and uh..thought of you!..Well they're small and cute..n-not saying you're small! I-I mean you are because I'm bigger and stuff and uhm...j-just take them.."

🌾 You giggle and thank him, taking the flowers from him. He huffs out from his snout as your hands touch. As you take the flowers from him, he grunts, nodding as he awkwardly walks away.

🌾 As soon as he's out of sight, he's giggling like a little schoolgirl at the thought of you liking his gift, he's going off to get more flowers for you if you don't mind.

🌾 He might confuse normal plants he finds cute as flowers, so you now have a vase full of yellow wheat he got from a field one day.

🌾 The first time he was sent to be healed by you was like being in heaven. He watched you closely as you gently healed the gash on his chest as if it was a seam on a fabric.

🌾 He took the time to study your face, how you stuck your tongue out or pursed your lips when you concentrate, or the way you ghost your delicate fingers over his rough skin, it took a lot not to get a boner as you touched his chest.

🌾 "You're uhm...very good with your hands! hahah.."

🌾 He's not stranger to being a creep, this big bull man would sneak into the bathing rooms and spy on you as you wash yourself. Hiding behind a corner as he touched himself to you running your hands down your soft skin, how he wished that was him touching you right now.

🌾 Yes he steals your clothes, and its ok because you have more anyway that he'll also eventually steal...

🌾 He would get hurt on purpose to see you again and be touched by you, going to bed that night and masturbating to thoughts of you treating him other ways~

🌾 But for now, he's just a shy and nervous bull man who adores you from far away <3

#yandere x gn reader #yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #oc yandere #yandere male #yandere oc #tw yandere #x reader #yandere x you #terat0philliac #terato #monsterfucker #monster lover #monster x human #monster smut #teratophillia #minotaur #minotaur x reader #minotaur boyfriend #minotaur smut #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster fluff #yandere fluff

[the-kr8tor]

Hello!! I hope that u r having a wonderful day/night!

I feel like suffering today so could I request reader comforting hobie after a canon event?

I need some more hurt/comfort in my life bc it’s one of my fav tropes even tho it’s sad 😭

🕊️anon

Hi, dovey!! Thank you for requesting! Prepare to be hurt/comforted 😂

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW implied violence, CW Injury, TW blood. Hurt/comfort.

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Your hands are covered in crimson, iron fills your lungs as you scrub his hands in the basin. Legs aching from kneeling, tearful eyes staring at Hobie whilst he sits on the floor of your shared flat. His back lays flat on the wall. The same walls covered in the wallpaper you two chose for the place, all smiles and laughter filling the room— it's a stark contrast to the scene in front of you, his soft sobs wracking his battered body, wheezing from his bruised lungs. Yet he keeps his eyes open, red around the whites of his eyes, staring mindlessly at the ceiling he just dusted a few hours ago before it happened.

His entire suit is covered in blood, seeping through the fabric and into his skin. The same skin you brush against every morning, the same skin you love and adore. He thinks you wouldn't want to touch him again after seeing it marred by his blood and someone he failed to save. Their ichor drips on the carpeted floors, mixing into his own, staining the white material like blood on snow.

It's silent, you're silent, and he's afraid that it was almost you. Your blood almost spilled on him if he wasn't fast enough, if he chose the stranger rather than you.

Your face is unreadable, and he's terrified that he almost came home without seeing it ever again.

Your touch is soft against his split skin, and he's furious that green goblin made him choose, he feels he doesn't deserve the softness of your hands against his bloodstained ones.

Your breath hitches in your throat, dust dirtying your face, clothes torn from where goblin gripped you too tight, his mark left on your bicep; tiny pinpricks of dried blood from his sharp nails dot along your arm like grim stars.

And he's terrified of the other outcome where he didn't catch you in time.

“Hobie,” your hoarse voice cuts him like a knife, tone cracking at the simple utterance of his name, the steel twisting inside his gut at the screams you let out. “It'll be okay. We'll be okay.”

At your simple words, he wakes up, reaching over to you even when his wounds protest, even when his guilt screams at him to let you go.

You take him in your arms, kicking away the basin for more space, embracing him fully as he disappears into you. Hiding himself in the crook of your neck, body slotting perfectly against yours.

“‘m sorry,” your heart shatters at his apology. Hobie clings to you tighter, hands balling your shirt, refusing to let you go. His salty tears are gathering around your neck. But it's alright as yours drench his stained cheeks.

“It's okay.” You rock him in your arms, heavy kisses pressed on his temple, letting your love calm him. “Let it out, I'm here. I love you.”

Hobie hopes that one day you'll forgive him. Even though there's nothing to forgive while you cradle him in your arms.

#request done #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #atsv hurt/comfort #hobie hurt/comfort #hobie brown hurt/comfort #hobie brown x gn! reader #spider punk x gn! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #cw injury #cw implied violence #tw blood #fanfic #hobie x reader

[bump1nthen1ght]

Goblin Knight NSFW Headcanons

Pairing: Male!Knight!Goblin x GN!Reader

Genre: NSFW headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 520 words

Goblin Knight SFW Headcanons

Goblin Knight is a very traditional lover; He thinks the only proper place for lovemaking is a bed, where he has ample space to attend to your body and make you feel good.

He’s on the more ‘vanilla’ side, but is far from boring. He’s willing to try most positions, especially ones that capitalize on your size difference. 

(There is something about missionary though that drives him wild. Something about being slotted in between your thighs, laying kisses into the fat and digging his nails into your hips. He looks directly into your eyes, and the intensity of his gaze is almost too much)

Big fan of mutual masturbation, although it makes him blush like crazy. He knows it’s a little silly to be embarrassed while jerking off when you’re lovers, but it feels different. When you have sex his focus is typically on you, you, you. But to feel your eyes go up and down, watch as he strokes his cock and pleasures himself? He can’t help but scrunch up his eyes and blush like a newlywed

His dirty talk is on another level, making each time feel like a beautiful display of art.

“My love, The flavor of your skin lingered on my lips, like an oasis in the desert when I am away. Please, bless me with another taste.”

He’s not very vocal, but his grunts and moans are downright sultry. They’re deep and so passionate.

(Touch the base of his tail and he’ll melt in your arms. It’s such a sensitive spot)

Prefers to be on top, once again focusing on your pleasure, but also doesn’t mind being a bottom. Any excess attention gets him flustered, but he’ll still hold a lot of the control.

“M-my darling, you make me feel so good! Please, right there.” His voice lilts melodically and you can’t help but follow every command.

Not a very rough person by nature, but he is a seasoned knight, and can get tough if you request it. You’d be surprised how masterfully he can manipulate your body, knowing exactly where to grab to keep you in place.

(He got rough once on his own accord, after someone disrespected him and your relationship, tried to imply he couldn’t ‘satisfy' you because he was a goblin. That night he took you for a ride.)

(No degrading talk though, thats a hard boundary of his)

Huge praise kink, both giving and receiving. It makes his toes curl

Absolute master of oral, using his size to his advantage to get very creative. 

(His dirty secret is that he once fantasized about giving you head under the table at a public banquet, none of the other guests any wiser. He’d never actually do it, too improper, but maybe you could coax him into a roleplay 👀)

Gets very affectionate when you give him head. Lots of compliments and loving words, petting your hair and telling you what a good job you’re doing.

Not very experienced, but eager to learn. Like swordsmanship, he throws himself into studying you and what you like. Always an excellent scholar of the physical arts ;)

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #gender neutral reader #my headcanons #goblin x reader

[cuffmeinblack]

Garreth Weasley masterlist

Ao3: cuffmeinblack

Buy me a cuppa 🖤

Full masterlist for all characters is here

Reader inserts female unless specified otherwise.

NSFW alphabet (headcanons) 🔞

Garreth Weasley x f!OC

Salvation - angst, friends to lovers (WIP) 🔞

Garreth Weasley is the first prisoner to walk free from Azkaban in centuries. As he tries to pick up his life from where he left off, he soon realises that his imprisonment has reshaped the man he once was. Battered and broken, he draws on the strength of a friend to right the wrongs he's suffered. In matters of justice and those of the heart, will truth finally out?

Garreth Weasley x reader

A Library Defiled - smut, 1.7k words 🔞

An tense encounter in the library shatters the barrier between friends and lovers.

Out of bounds - fluff, smut (WIP, hiatus) 🔞

You agree to help Garreth sneak into his aunt's chambers to retrieve some confiscated notes. First part reads as gn!reader.

Dreamful Sleep - fluff, smut, 3.5k words 🔞

Garreth's habit of sleepwalking is driving his friends and roommates insane, until you start to find him in the midst of his dreaming.

Needless apologies - light angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, 1.2k words

Garreth comforts you after a run-in with goblins.

Seek me - fluff, gn!reader, 2.4k words

Garreth comforts you after you have nightmares

Just a little tingle - smut, explicit, 1.4k wordsn🔞

Garreth has you try an experimental potion.

Love-drunk - fluff, gn!reader, 2.1k words

You have a crush on Garreth, but your pursuit is complicated by Sebastian-fucking-Sallow.

Tamed - smut, 1.4k words 🔞

Garreth is your little Gryffindor bitch boy.

Spills and thrills - smut, 1.6k words 🔞

Detention smut.

Strands of copper - fluff, gn!reader, 1.3k words

You end up idly playing with Garreth's hair.

Guilty pleasure - smut, pegging, 3k words 🔞

Behind closed doors, Garreth has no qualms about indulging in his guilty pleasure.

Encore - smut, 2.2k words 🔞

Garreth always gets worked up after a gig, and tonight is no exception.

Painted Canvas - fluffy drabble

Sharing - fluffy drabble

Unexpected - mildly spicy poem

Garreth Weasley x Ominis Gaunt

You need only ask - fluff, smut, 36.1k words 🔞

Garreth Weasley has admired Ominis Gaunt from afar, offering his secret assistance in their shared potions classes. Ominis finds out and wants to know why.

Audio excerpts: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

Lost and Found (ao3 link) - fluff, angst, 5.4k words 🔞

A love story told in five scenes.

Repercussions (ao3 link) - smut, 2.4k words 🔞

Ominis is driven to distraction by Garreth's voice.

My own

'Ominis and Garreth adopt a baby' drabble. Audio.

Garreth Weasley x reader x Ominis Gaunt

Proposition (v1) (ao3 link) - f!reader, smut, 4.3k words (audio excerpt) 🔞

Proposition (v2) (ao3 link) - m!reader, smut, 4k words 🔞

You've always held an affection for your best friend, Garreth Weasley, but he is very much taken by Ominis Gaunt. You weren't expecting Ominis to come to you with an intriguing proposition.

Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow

A dress to remember (ao3 link) - smut, 2.5k words 🔞

Sebastian surprises Garreth with an outfit he knows will get the Gryffindor's attention.

Garreth Weasley x reader x Sebastian Sallow

Uneasy arrangement (ao3 link) - smut, 2.5k words 🔞

Sebastian allows you to indulge your fantasy of sleeping with Garreth, as long as he's there.

Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett

Friendly competition (ao3 link) - smut, 5k words 🔞

Garreth and Leander find out that Sebastian has been fooling around with both of them; he thinks he can have his cake and eat it, but perhaps the two Gryffindors are eager to show him the perils of overindulging.

Garreth Weasley x Andrew Larson

Helping hand - smut, 3.7k words 🔞

When Andrew finds Garreth sneaking ingredients from the potions stores, he lets him go instead of throwing the Gryffindor in detention. That second's hesitation will be his undoing, to his great delight.

No pairing

These Days Worth Living - fluff, 1.6k words

Part of the Weasley Wednesday Christmas collaboration

As the first wizarding war draws to a close, Garreth spends time with his extended family and reflects upon his long and fulfilling life.

Audio

Garreth x f!MC x Ominis 🔞

Garreth x f!MC 🔞

Garreth x f!MC 🔞

Professor!Garreth x f!MC 🔞

Making you breakfast

Receiving a blowjob (f!listener) 🔞

Garreth x Sebastian x Leander 🔞

Garreth and Ominis adopt a baby

Getting pegged (f!listener) 🔞

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x ominis gaunt #garrinis #garreth weasley masterlist #hogwarts legacy masterlist #cuff writes

[ashwritesmonsters]

Masterpost v2!

Please read the rules before making a request, I’d hate to disappoint anybody!

Hey, all my fellow monster fuckers lovers! Here’s the masterlist for all my stories. If I’m new to you, feel free to hit up my ask box with questions, headcanons, random stuff to chat about, or requests if they’re open!

I think it’s cool to name my stories after what role the reader assumes, so that’s what they’re named after. I’ll format my story links like this:

Title - Pairing - Citrus Rating

Here is a useful post explaining Citrus ratings.

Here is a link to my AO3

I’ll try to keep this list up to date as quickly as I can. Check under the cut for the full list, and thanks for reading! You’re awesome!

Stories

The Orchardkeeper - F!Reader x M!Minotaur - Lime [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The Thru-hiker - F!Reader x M!Mothman - Lemon [Part 1] [Interlude] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

The Middle Prince - M!Reader x M!Tiefling - Lemon [Link]

The Skateboarder - F!Reader x F!Orc - Lemon [Link]

The Murabito - F!Reader x M!Ningyo - Lemon [Link]

Drabbles, Requests, & Drabble Requests

Werewolves and Chocolate - F!Werewolf x M!Human - Orange

Flirty M!Orc x Small Chubby Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

M!Dryad x Dom F!Reader - Lemon | [Part 2]

Gothic Vampiric M!Demon x Crass Smol F!Reader - Lemon

Body-Conscious M!Alien x Caring F!Reader - Lemon

M!Werewolf x M!Reader - Lime

Tall Manhandling GN!Reader x M!Goblin - Lime

Shy M!Satyr x Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Tsundere M!Incubus x Shy F!Reader - Orange

M!Reader x M!Illithid - Orange

Maid F!Reader x Knight F!Cyclops - Lime

Goofy!Specter x Awkward!Reader - Orange

Dom F!Reader x Subby M!Goblin - Lemon

M!Giant x F!Reader - Lemon

Anons

💜🖤💜 hearts anon

#ash stuff #ashwritesmonsters #monster x reader #exophilia #terato #monster romance #monster love #monster x human

[ashasmonsters]

May I request a goblin with a tall s/o who likes to manhandle him consensually please 🥺

Okay anon, I loved this idea but goodness was it tough. And I have NO IDEA WHY. So thanks for challenging my writing chops and I hope you enjoy!

Tall Manhandling GN!Reader x M!Goblin - Lime

Your local tavern was a quiet, homely spot that was kept afloat by regulars whose names were practically embroidered on the chairs. On most nights, you and Ziel would lay claim to your usual spot on your bar stools in the corner and people-watch; in the uncommon event that new faces would enter, you’d try to guess what corner of the world they blew in from.

Tonight was not most nights.

The tavern was full of raucous revelers, laughing and shouting and making the floor sticky with spilled ale. You had never sailed, but you imagined a storm at sea looked something like the throng of people between your spot in the corner and the bar in the center of the room. Ziel’s ears were downturned, drooping to frame his razor-sharp scowl.

"It’s fucking loud," he groaned, gazing forlornly into his empty snifter of mead. There was nothing left of his drink but the sweet smell of honey.

"I kind of like it," you replied, sipping your own and savoring the taste. "I bet this is what taverns in the big cities are like."

Ziel kicked his dangling feet irritably from atop the barstool. "I wouldn't mind it as much if we weren't dealing with adventurers."

"Adventurers? How can you tell?" You asked. Ziel's ears twitched, narrowing in on pieces of conversation.

"They're saying–no, claiming–that a dragon has been slain. Tsch! None of these roundteeth could've plucked a scale from one."

"Sounds like you need another drink." You smirked.

"Absolutely right." He slapped the tabletop. "Too bad I'd be thrown about like a chew toy on the way there."

Your smirk grew. "Come on. Let's go together, then." You dismounted the barstool and sidled up to your goblin boyfriend. "Hop up."

"What do y–" He stammered, the realization dawning on him. "In public?"

"Do you want more mead or not?" You offered your hand to him.

"Well, yes, but–"

"No buts. Let's go." You retracted your offered hand, instead lifting him up by the armpits.

"Hey!" He complained, but his face showed poorly-concealed gladness. You knew your boyfriend well enough; he loved mead, and the only thing he loved more was your touch. In one swift motion, you had him sitting on your shoulders, his thighs on either side of your neck.

"How's the view up there?" you asked, beginning to wade through the crowd. Your height already put you a full head over most; even the rowdy adventurers saw you coming and parted to let you through. They glanced at you, then took a much longer look at the goblin on your shoulders.

"I can see that I'm rapidly becoming the center of attention," he complained unconvincingly.

"So? This is nothing compared to slaying a dragon." You reached behind you to pat his butt, making him purr. "Relax."

"You're lucky I love you," he said, the annoyance in his voice becoming less convincing by the second.

"You're lucky I'm buying." You reached the bar, finally, and with the lack of free bar stools opted to hold Ziel at your hip. "Another snifter of mead for my boyfriend, please."

"It's a busy night," the familiar barkeep apologized. "I'll put it on your tab if you'll wait a moment." You nodded and set Ziel on the bar while you leaned against it. The barkeep hurried off to a cluster of revelers who were slamming their tankards and shouting indecipherable gibberish. Ziel idly swung his feet, waiting for his mead.

"Taken?" You turned around. A tipsy adventurer type was trying to get your attention over the drunken tumult. You looked around, wondering if he was asking if a seat was taken. Of course all the seats were taken–so was every inch of space in this tavern.

"Sorry?" You asked, not entirely sure what they meant.

"You–taken?" He did something indescribable with his eyebrows that indicated this was an attempt to flirt. He was direct, at least.

"Uh, yeah."

That eyebrow thing again. "Well it doesn't look like they're here tonight." A wry grin.

"Actually..." you leaned away from the bar, giving him a good look at Ziel, who continued idly kicking his feet before realizing something was involving him.

"Um. Hello." Ziel regarded the adventurer, then leaned into your side. "Who is this guy?"

"Hah!" The adventurer laughed as if you were laughing with him.

"He's an adventurer, clearly. And he's hitting on me," you explained, throwing in an eye roll to make it extra clear.

"You–him! Like a sailor bedding a kraken!" More raucous laughter from him, as if it would convince you to find him funny. "Come, now, ye pretty thing. No need to settle for half-pint when I'm here."

"Okay, well, first off–" you swept Ziel into your arms bridal style, making him "Grk!"

"Settling would be if I–gods forbid–ended up with you. My boyfriend here is perfect."

"Uh, I think he gets the point..." Ziel muttered.

You continued on. "He's got the best ass I've ever had the privilege of squeezing," which you demonstrated, drawing a dark green blush to Ziel's cheeks–the ones on his face, specifically. "He's smart, he's leagues better at flirting than you, and... and... the dick is crazy!"

"I–uh–" the adventurer stammered, his drunken confidence failing him. He looked at you as if you were a gorgon.

Just as you readied yourself to enter graphic detail, you heard angry shouting–sober shouting, from the other end of the bar. The barkeep you had come to appreciate all these years gave you one more reason to do so as he addressed the crowd.

"The lot of ye! Go back to the seven hells you lot came from! If you don't know my name, get out! Out, before I get a broom and start swatting at ye like mayflies!" He shouted, his face burning the color of an exhausted temper.

"I think he's talking to you, adventurer." You gave a smirk that could kill. Your wannabe one-night stand sized up the barkeep and decided it wasn't worth his trouble before scoffing and heading towards the door. The tavern, despite still containing a horde of maudlin merrymakers awkwardly shuffling towards the exit, had quieted down considerably.

With a barstool finally free, you plopped Ziel down on one before claiming one for yourself. Before you could speak, the barkeep returned with a snifter of mead, full to the brim and spilling down the sides, and slammed it down in front of Ziel.

"It's on the house tonight. I've got to clean up," he grumbled, walking away without another word.

"Ziel, I'm sorry if I... went too far." You looked at him sheepishly. He only shook his head to dismiss the apology.

"You really meant all that?" He asked, looking up at you with his evergreen blush still lingering.

"Every word." You reached over and tousled his short, black hair.

"Thanks." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling for a moment before turning to his last serving of mead for the night. "It's a shame our night was cut short."

"Well... if it's okay with you..."

"Yes?"

"After you finish your mead, I'd like to go home and have my way with you, to be honest."

Ziel looked at you, then to his snifter of mead. He started chugging.

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[kim-monsterlings]

Exophilia Masterlist

Introducing Me // Requests //  My Commissions - CLOSED

Updated: 31/10/2021 - Bucky Barnes ghost AU

Story count: 22

My Ko-Fi

Monster Matches - CLOSED// Monster Match Masterlist

Tropemas Masterlist

Faebruary Masterlist

Mini Kinktober Commissions - Info

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-Cubi

Leigh // F Succubus x GN Human (Reader) // NSFW

Demons

Idella // F Demon x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Dullahan

Lars // M Dullahan x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

Fae

Torben // M Fae x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Firbolg

Gwynna // F Firbolg x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Gargoyles

Galan // M Gargoyle x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Ghosts

Bucky Barnes // M Ghost x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober Challenge

Gnolls

Ollie // M Gnoll x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Goblins

Vardelk // M Goblin x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Hellhounds

Danon //  M Hellhound x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Kelpies

Cathair // M Kelpie x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Kitsune

Roan // M Kitsune x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

Mer

Brae // M Mer x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

Minotaurs

Neo // M Minotaur x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Nagas

Kaan // M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Nokken

Edel // M Nokken x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Orcs

Raynar // M Orc x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Eladan // M Orc x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Other

Bellamy // GN Cursed x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Selkies

Enan // M Selkie x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

Tiefling

Trine // F Tiefling x GN Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

Were-

Cane // M Werewolf x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

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[monstersandmaw]

Quick ‘sponsor a story’ update:

I started this idea in the very last week of July, and every story on there bar one got sponsored, so I didn’t have long to write it all before August hit, and I lagged behind a little.

Moon and Tide part 4 went up last week, and the Victorian-era orc detective one turned into a HUGE novel-length story (part one was almost 6k words alone, and you can read that here on my Kofi for free).

For August’s offerings, I’ve had sponsors for all of them! (thank you, and I’m sorry for not keeping you posted on what’s going on!)

That means, a goblin bf (Kravik) x gn reader, a scarred alpha werewolf (Rhett) x f. reader, the cerberus lads x gn reader, Chpt.5 of Moon and Tide (mlm), and a dremora lad (m/f)!!! *whimpers*

If you want to support any of those, feel free to head over to my Kofi listing to cast your vote! September is going to be a little different because I’m busy and won’t be able to do loads of writing, but I’m hoping to continue this idea because it’s helping me write (and save up for a better computer) and it’s giving you (some of) the stories you wanted to read!

Thanks again, your support means the world, and if you’re not able to donate the amount for a sponsored story, you could consider doing a Ko-fi donation the normal way (£3), and if you’re not in a position to be able to donate anything, reblogs and asks and enthusiasm about the stories you enjoy are just as wonderful and helpful, so don’t feel obliged or pressured. Times are really tough for everyone right now, and you need to focus on yourselves.

Take care, Ghosti x

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[monstersandmaw]

Monsters & Maw Masterlist - Part Two

Since I appear to have maxed out the number of links in a single post, here is the continuation of my Masterlist.

I’ll format it in the same way, that being chronologically, rather than by monster or reader ‘type’, and the rating (sfw/nsfw) will be added to each part/story.

Newer stories at the bottom. Be sure to check the original post (not just reblogs) for updates!

Masterlist Part One here.

Masterlist of Shorter Stories and Drabbles here.

Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven (nsfw), Part Twelve (sfw), Part Thirteen (sfw), Part Fourteen (nsfw), Part Fifteen (nsfw), Part Sixteen (nsfw), Part Seventeen (sfw), Part Eighteen (v. light nsfw), Part Nineteen (nsfw), Part Twenty (nsfw), Part Twenty-One (nsfw), Part Twenty-Two (season finale, sfw). Gabe’s POV between seasons (sfw)

Male orc x male character (Victorian era fantasy) Part One (WIP, posted on Ko-fi)

Male merman x reader (nsfw)

Male mothfolk (Elis) x male reader (very light nsfw at the end)

Female selkie (Meg) x female reader (sfw)

Male each-uisge/sea kelpie (Rhion) x reader (sfw) *Mermay*, Part Two (changed to cis female reader) (nsfw)

Male wyvern (Askaen) x male reader (nsfw)

Male dragonborn (Yrdan) x trans female reader (nsfw)

Male dremora (demon) x female character Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (nsfw)

Male yeti-shifter dad x reader Part One (sfw), Part Two (v. light nsfw), Part Three (nsfw)

Male goblin (Gil) x gn reader (nsfw)

More below the cut

(old) WIP Male vampire x female character - Part One (sfw)

Male goblin x gn reader (nsfw)

Male witch x male goth (non-monster romance story) ‘Like Moon and Tide’: Part One, Part Two, Part Three (v. light nsfw), Part Four (nsfw), Part Five (Final, nsfw)

Male cerberus boyfriends x gn reader Part Two (nsfw)

Male scarred werewolf (Rhett) x female reader Part Five (nsfw)

Male ‘yautja/feral predator’ inspired alien x gn reader: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven - final (nsfw)

Male yautja x gn reader (implied poly) (sfw)

Female ghost x gn reader (sfw)

Male scarecrow x gn reader (sfw)

Dragon Heart (non romance, dragon & human story, sfw)

Male drider pirate captain x gn reader (mild nsfw)

Male orc (Guthlak) x gn reader (light/fluffy nsfw)

Male sharkman (Titus) x male reader (nsfw, light D/s undertones)

Male fox spirit (Rowe) x female reader (nsfw)

Male werewolf (Beorn) x trans male reader (nsfw)

Male werewolf x male human (3rd person POV) (nsfw)

Male uruk hai x gn human (sfw)

‘Protector’ - short story featuring a male gargoyle and a female witch (sfw)

Female vampire x nb/gn reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male naga x nb/gn reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male swamp monster x female reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male dragon x trans male reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Female drider x female reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male vampire x male reader (sfw) (drabble)

Male swamp monster x nb/gn reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Female vampire x female reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male bugbear x male reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Non binary tiefling x plus sized female reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Female knight (Vika) x lady (Elayne) - Part One of an abandoned WIP (sfw)

Werewolf farmer (Rowan) - Stardew fic, WIP extract (sfw)

Laces for a Lady - poly shifter romance story set in 18th century smuggling Cornwall, with a male bucca (eel monster) and a male selkie and a female human. Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), (bonus Locryn & Ned chapter post Chpt3, sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw)

Snowfall - m/m/m poly story (elf, vampire, lich). Part One

Male gnoll (Cade) x gn reader (nsfw)

Male orc (Rhuarc) x female character - Part One (sfw)

Male dullahan (Pumpkin) x gn reader (sfw) (commission)

Male orc (Rhokann) x gn reader (light nsfw) (commission)

Male drider (Feluän) x trans male reader (nsfw) (commission)

Male dragon x male knight (3rd person, nsfw) (commission)

Male centipede alien x transmasc nonbinary reader (nsfw) (commission)

‘Changing Tides’ - male human ‘cursed’ into merfolk body (no romance, sfw)

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Date updated: 04.11.2023 - UK date order: Day, Month, Year

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[ashasmonsters]

Masterpost!

Hey everyone! Here's the masterlist for all my stories. If you're new, hi! Feel free to hit up my ask box on my main, @ashwritesmonsters !

Each long-ish story is named after what kind of character the reader is. The format for each story is this:

Title - pairing - citrus rating

Here is a useful post explaining Citrus ratings.

Here is a link to my AO3!

I'll update the list as each story goes out, so this list will always be up-to-date! Check under the cut, and thanks for reading!

Stories

The Orchardkeeper - F!Reader x M!Minotaur - Lime [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The Thru-hiker - F!Reader x M!Mothman - Lemon [Link]

The Middle Prince - M!Reader x M!Tiefling - Lemon [Link]

The Skateboarder - F!Reader x F!Orc - Lemon [Link]

The Murabito - F!Reader x M!Ningyo - Lemon [Link]

Drabbles, Requests, & Drabble Requests

Werewolves and Chocolate - F!Werewolf x M!Human - Orange

Flirty M!Orc x Small Chubby Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

M!Dryad x Dom F!Reader - Lemon | [Part 2]

Gothic Vampiric M!Demon x Crass Smol F!Reader - Lemon

Body-Conscious M!Alien x Caring F!Reader - Lemon

M!Werewolf x M!Reader - Lime

Tall Manhandling GN!Reader x M!Goblin - Lime

Shy M!Satyr x Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Tsundere M!Incubus x Shy F!Reader - Orange

M!Reader x M!Illithid - Orange

Anons

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[kim-monsterlings]

Cane - M Werewolf x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: SFW/Lime; not another fae deal !!, drinking, betting with friends, flirting, scheming, kissing, bit of touching - only thigh and chest, tad bit of fluff

Wordcount: 1515

“Tropemas” Summary: after accepting the bet to refuse all company while alone at the bar, the werewolf you’ve fancied for weeks finally makes a move

Notes: let’s play a game of how many of my background characters are always fae, it’s becoming a problem - and yes, I am from the UK, so I do speak in £££

Masterlist // “Tropemas” Masterlist

Nights of flirting behind sweet cocktails and emptying glasses had done nothing for your weakening heart. Weekly nights with your friends were an old tradition, and in recent weeks coincided with a far rowdier table of an orc, goblin and a… a very handsome werewolf, though their unruliness nearly dissuaded your small group from coming back; until a night so simple spent waiting at the bar for a drink brought the werewolf to your side, and with his smile, wide, toothy, all was forgotten.

The same werewolf stealing glances at you sat alone on a barstool.

Had it been any other evening, the same, hardly hidden glances would have been returned. His obsidian, fluffy ears poking through long and curly hair drifted through your mind like he stood before you. After admiring him for so long, the odd curl to his lips when he smiled warmed you, the way his thick eyebrows dipped with a deliberately slow admiring of you - as he was doing now.

By fate or coincidence or intention – and on your part, definitely purposeful – some nights were spent waiting beside one another. Quieter evenings were disheartening, when all you could enjoy were small smiles, his curled under a trimmed beard, but the faster sway of his tail always widened your smile; it wasn’t imagined, how in his rising from the booth, the dark fur began to tuck closer after meeting your eyes. Busier nights, though, it was the little things; like his knuckles brushing yours, bodies running hotter pressed close, and his tail would curl behind your knees when you leaned just a little nearer.

But tonight, you hoped he stayed away.

Two shots in, Immie’s sly smile sweetened and she knocked back another glass. Her sharp eyes rose to the bar. “Turn away every flirt in the next hour and you’ll be ten pounds richer,” she said. Charms woven on a chain warded against glamour, but the faint tightening of your chest thudded the same as her tricks did. “Twenty pounds. Deal?”

One desperate plea to the kitsune sunken by her side, and the evening’s path was set. Milo nursed his pint with a bitten back grin. Befriending two tricksters hadn’t been so smart, not with them exchanging secret smiles. Immie waved the crisp note like bait.

If you were fae, a witch, you would have cursed them both.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch, sweetie," Immie said. Note still crisp in her fingers, she nodded to the bar. "Refuse everyone."

Everyone.

Everyone, including the cute werewolf with his nearly finished glass. The werewolf whose name remained a mystery and whose soft voice only came in mumbles at the bar, and the very same who rose twenty minutes after you, after you had resigned yourself to a painful hour.

There hadn't been anything to lose. For all the years you had frequented the old bar, nothing had come of drunkards asking for your number but a few free drinks. Not only were you paying for your own drinks now, you were about to lose your chance - if you even had one, that is - with the werewolf coming to lean against the bar, tail tucking close but wagging.

"Hi."

For a first, real impression – beyond the gentle shoulder nudges on busy nights and tail wags, the opening line was nothing dazzling, but the warmth of him alone stole your breath. The werewolf offered his hand and yours slipped to his with a waning of your resolve.

The soft pad of his thumb ran over your knuckles. In a warmer voice, he inched closer, "you've turned away a few drinks tonight, haven't you?"

Insinuated, gone unspoken, he thought you promised a challenge. As Immie’s words had, your chest tightened the same, but even as a challenge… you wanted him.

The room mirrored. Two stares fell to your back and two to the werewolf’s. Nothing mattered beyond the dark hair framing his soft face in loose strands when he bowed nearer. One breath closer, and the confession of Immie’s bet graced your lips, half a second from begging him to wait a night, but then came the gentle touch of his warm hand on your knee.

"Kiran - he's the orc," he murmured, fingers stroking up to curl into your thigh. "He bet me a tenner my offer to buy you a drink would be refused. Let me split it with you."

The slight lilt to his thick lips tugged at your chest. Hand on his forearm - and breath catching at the muscle beneath, you hummed. "And your goblin friend?"

"Eliot?” With his brows dipping, lashes falling low, his thumb stroked up your thigh. “He… he bet twenty I couldn't steal a kiss."

"Oh?" Gone was any hesitance with your teasing, the werewolf’s smile returning wide, dimpled. Your fingertips followed the same patterns down his arm and he trembled. "Why would they bet that?"

"This is the first night you've been alone. I'd hoped you were admiring me, too," he grinned, and it was a fact hardly debatable, but you burned anyway.

Even the two glasses placed before you barely tore your eyes from his, bright and amber. Both orders came together, but the werewolf squeezed your thigh, and paid. With his hearing, there was every chance he heard the lurch of your heart. Fire in your navel, in his smile, the ice cold drink didn’t help but worsened your fever.

You could almost hear your friends teasing you.

This was what they had wanted. Milo, no doubt, whispered the same to Immie. Maybe they weren’t watching now. Time ticking, and you hadn’t refused the drink, refused him. Twenty pounds meant nothing if you had to refuse him, and your whisper was more of a sigh. "They bet me twenty I couldn't refuse everyone."

"Split it. Split it all," he breathed, and a rush of warmth, the thick scent of woods and a deeper cologne embraced you, his forehead coming to yours. "Accept the drink. Kiss me, then throw the drink on me."

"And ruin your outfit?"

"You're worth it."

"Such a flirt," you whispered, on a curse when his hand cradled your cheek; you were too far gone, lost in the imagining of his presence after weeks waiting for this.

His clawed thumb pressed to your lower lip as breath rushed from you. "May I?"

"Please-"

The bitter tang of alcohol passed from his lips to yours, but soon forgotten when he tilted your head back and leaned against your chest. The stool had such a low back that it was his hand gripping your thigh keeping you close.

This was everything the nights of gulping down alcohol made you dream of. His soft breaths catching, chasing your lips when you made to breathe, and he hooked his finger through your belt loop to drag you back closer. His collar crumpled beneath your desperate touch and as he met your hips, you held him close, lips flush, until he drew in a breath, nose nudging to yours.

Lips to your jaw, he chuckled. "The drink."

Half splashed your lap. Ice clattered. He choked, growled, staggering back. The chill of it twisted your stomach when he distanced, but his touch never fell from your hip when you stood. Glinting eyes narrowed with your body flush against him.

"Meet me outside," you whispered, but in a frown, turning and pushing past.

Milo rose first, whispered his apology. It stuttered in a whine but fell quiet with one shake of your head. Neither of your friends stopped you from bundling beneath your coat. Only with your jaw locked did the tremors to your breath stay hidden. The ache in your hips throbbed. The taste of him sweetened your lips.

You hardly managed to explain you were leaving and Immie, with an apology, too, handed you the crisp, well-earned note.

“Finally.”

Warm hands snatched you a step from the bar. On such a cold night, the press of his damp shirt made you shiver, leaning up into him. His welcoming growl rumbled in his chest to yours, down to your hips dragging hard together. Outside now, alone, you weren’t so careful in running a hand into his hair until he grunted, breaths heavy against your throat.

More than that, temptation won over your inhibitions. His shudder and groan nuzzled close when your touch dragged over his thick ears. Lips softened to your cheek before he laughed and said, "I'm Cane, by the way."

With introductions passed, nothing stopped you from leaning into his kiss again, into Cane’s arms. "Fifty pound, huh?"

"Fifty," he said, and his tail swung wide. "Fifty is enough for a nice first date."

Palm resting on his strong chest, you stroked away from the sticky material not clinging to him. "Once you've changed."

"I have clean clothes at my place," Cane whispered, fingers already linking with your and squeezing. "Walk with me?"

Already falling into step, you leaned closer. "I'll even help you change," you said, and the steady nudge of his tail to your thigh made you walk faster.

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