This was a request, but unfortunately I have lost the screenshot of the message where the users name was so please dearie if you read this, send me a pm and I’ll tag you! ❤️
The request was for a monster boyfriend falling for a tall curvy reader.
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They descended on Earth one summer day, causing panic and
confusion. Their fleets hovered above cities for days until the first
contact found place. Their race called themselves Aldeans, and humans
learned very quickly that there was nothing to fear from them.
Their home planet was destroyed after their sun imploded, and for
generations, they’ve searched the vast universe for a new home,
that would be as hospitable as their previous one, and as they
arrived on Earth, they signed a treaty with humans, allowing them to
build their cities in exchange for their technology and knowledge.
Months passed and they integrated so well into the human society
that after a while they started to leave their advanced, isolated
cities to live among humans. You saw them every day since they
started showing up on the streets. First they started working at
schools, that hired some of them as teachers, to start educating
human youth about other planets and species, about their customs and
origin. It eased the transition and helped humans to accept them much
faster. They worked with humans, formed friendships, and after a
while, some of them found mates on Earth, which maybe wasn’t at
first something everyone felt ok about, but with time It wasn’t
uncommon to spot a interspecies couple on the street and after a
while everyone just stopped staring at them.
My lovelies, I haven’t posted anything in a while and this piece is geting so long I’ll just split it in two parts. The work with the alien boyfriend is also almost ready and another orc boyfriend is on the way , so have patience 🙂 ❤️
Warning: abuse (only at the beginning)
(I may have a thing for orcs and their cottages in the mountains and scenting…)
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“And now get out!” shouted lady
Fiona from her chair.
Evelyn bowed and turned towards the
door. She shut it behind her and first then she touched her burning
cheek where lady Fiona has struck her. Luckily, it was only a slap
this time. Probably because she didn’t have her whip at her side at
this moment, Evelyn thought.
She went downstairs to the kitchen,
where Sybil, the old cook, eyed her reddened face and her lips formed
a thin line. Her eyes seemed to say ‘I told you so’, but Evelyn
only looked down and put on an apron, to help with the preparation
for dinner. His lord Edward Archer expected guest this evening, and
everyone was in a frenzy, cleaning, cooking, polishing silver and
airing out the guest bed chambers. Evelyn didn’t know who was
coming, only that the guests were important to the lord’s business.
While chopping herbs for the stuffing,
she thought about this morning, about what she did that had earned
her a slap. The two children at the kitchen door, begging for some
food. She couldn’t tell their age, but even though they looked no
more than 6, she knew they might’ve been older, but years of lack
of food and hard work slowed their growth. She saw it often in the
village.
Evelyn gave them some rests from the
kitchen, food that would’ve otherwise land in the swine bucket the
next day. She thought nobody saw her, but she was wrong. Word got to
her ladyship and she was called to her chamber to explain why she
wasted food her lord has paid for, or worse, gave it away for free.
No explanation would be good enough. Lady Fiona always waited for a
good reason to raise her hand to the servants. Hand, or whip, or
whatever she found on the table that would leave a good mark,
depending on her mood. Today she didn’t have time to thoroughly
punish Evelyn. She had to prepare herself for the evening, and Evelyn
was spared another bruise or maybe even a scar.
I got this idea from miggrator after an anon asked about a lesbian monster and she suggested a selkie girlfriend 🙂
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You toss your bag on the floor next to the door and sigh in
relief. You really needed a holiday and you couldn’t believe your
eyes when you spotted an ad in the paper saying there was a cottage
at the sea for rent at a amazingly low price.
It didn’t take long to organize the trip and you found yourself
on a train only few days after, excited to have some time off of
work. You always loved the sea, its beauty, the sound of waves
splashing on the sand.
On the first day in the cottage you made a quick check if
everything was alright with the place, went shopping to the tiny
grocery story nearby, and changed the sheets in the bedroom. Then you
put on a light dress and went on a walk along the beach, just as the
sun was setting, its warm light reflecting in the water. You sat on
the sand, letting the sound of water sooth your soul and enjoyed the
view until it got dark.
Next day you took a basket with you, planning on eating your lunch
at the beach, and as you spread a blanket on the sand, you noticed
someone in a distance, behind the rocks. It was a woman, bathing.
Thinking it was probably a local person, you returned your attention
to the food and the book you brought with you. After some time you
looked there again and noticed she was bathing, and throwing glances
at you.
This is another one of my rather old fics which I modified so that it features an orc! Enjoy!
There’s also gonna be a different story with another oc from this one – Magnus is going to be in one of the stories on my writing list!
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It wasn’t how he had imagined his saturday evening would end. Halvar sat on his bed, his back pressed against the wall and he tried to remember exactly how Y/N sounded like in the dream he just woken up from, while putting more pressure on his cock as he jerked off. He was alone at home, and fell asleep while reading earlier, after Y/N and Magnus went to a party.
Since Magnus introduced her as their new roommate five months ago, Halvar couldn’t shake her off his thoughts. She was smart, funny, polite and cute on top of everything. He couldn’t help counting her eye lashes when the three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted, or noticing the tiny heart-shaped tattoo on her hip that he spotted when she reached to a high shelf and her shirt drove up. Oh how he wanted to put his mouth on that little heart and feel her warm skin, taste it.
This was the most remarkable commission. I cried writing it and I just had so much fun bringing these characters to life. A commission for @heavens-light-hells-fire who allowed me to bring some ideas I’ve been dying to do to life.
Looking in the mirror is hard, well, it was always hard before but now it’s even worse. I had first felt the lump in my breast when I was just graduating college. I was stressed from exams and finals and all that bullshit stuff that seems to matter at the time. I wasn’t until my breast started hurting so bad that I went to the doctor. The first exam felt normal and the doctor was very reassuring. It was the phone call that might as well have killed me. I was so young, I thought that it was impossible. Girls graduating and starting their lives didn’t get cancer! I was wrong.
Cancer is merciless, it doesn’t care who it attacks and takes. I just happened to be the next one on its dirty little list. The doctor gave me options but unfortunately, in my haste to pass and graduate I had waited far too long. I could go to chemo, but in that time that could risk it spreading to the other breast. The doctor said a mastectomy would be my best.
“Would you like to bring your parents or your boyfriend to discuss this?” The doctor asks.
A new demon I’m sure you guys will fall head over heels for. A commission for @ever-hungry-aria who simply showed me a demon and said “write something” hahaha. That was fun and I had a blast creating a new demon boy. I hope you guys enjoy!
You had your first period when you were fourteen and that was when he showed up. He stood in the corner of the bathroom, tall and dark, but at the time you didn’t consider him at all handsome. His head hit the ceiling and he at to duck to accommodate his massive size. You were told by your mother that demons were attracted to your family’s blood. You just didn’t realize how much.
Gremory followed you around like a puppy after then, especially when your menstrual cycle hit. He was always around you, sniffing and snorting. For a young girl reaching maturity and all the awkward things that went along with it, it was the worst thing you could imagine. It was bad enough dealing with the changes yourself, but having him right at your side as they happened made it so much worse.
It didn’t matter to Gremory though, he stuck to you, whispering how delicious your blood was and how much he wanted it. You didn’t ever let him near your blood of course. It had to be offered. He couldn’t just take it.
Another attack, another robbery. This time it happened to the
miller.
It was already a pattern. During the full moon, everyone in your
village was going into hiding, bolting the doors and keeping some
silver, if their household posessed any, at hand’s reach in case the pack chose their home as their
next target.
They lived in an abandoned house in the forest, which they made
into their den a couple of months ago. The pack consisted of a few members, led by Rolf,
their alpha. You saw him a couple of times. Arrogant, hostile, walked
around the village as if he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. His
pack controlled everything and they took whatever they wanted from
the people, and they didn’t do it in a gentle manner.
But after you saw the millers wife tending to the deep slash
wounds on her husbands chest, from where one of the werewolves had
pushed him away and his claws cut into his flesh, you felt anger
boiling up in you.
Monsters and Villains 