#half human reader

[theyanderespecialist]

Tie Break for the Reverse Harem Yandere Demon Slayer Story: They loved her first!

The Story and here is the first tie!

[monstersholygrail]

Home Workouts

Half-orc bf x fem!reader— groping, delicious sloppy sex, riding that dick, and some niiice after care

You honestly didn’t know what life would be like living with your half-Orc, half-Giant, boyfriend. The two of you have been together for so long but never shared your space for more than a week long vacation or a weekend sleepover at each other’s houses.

Of course, every part of his house was a little too big for you given his tall stature. But ever since the very first time you’ve slept over at his place he’s had an abundance of step stools and other little tools to help you move around the place with ease.

It’s been an adjustment but he’s done everything he can to make it an easy one for you.

There are many things you love about living your boyfriend but your favorite one is by easily by far watching him workout in his home gym. He has it all set up in the garage so it’s not exactly in the way of anything in the house. But accessible enough that even you can hear him in there if you’re downstairs.

At the first sign of his loud grunting your face brightens into an excited smile. You practically throw yourself off the couch and scramble your way through the house. Racing toward the doorway to the garage which always just so happens to be left open. Almost as if a certain someone wants you to hear him, wants you to watch him.

When you reach the doorway he’s right where you expect him to be, at the bench press machine looking way too good to handle. Your knees go weak at the sight of him and you have to lean against the door just to keep upright.

His large muscles ripple under the weight he’s pressing and saliva pools in your mouth, freaking drooling for your sexy hunk of a boyfriend. He grunts softly each time he lifts the weight and it does something to your insides. Making you hot and tingly all over, arousal gushing out of your pussy and soaking your panties.

You watch him work through his sets, your body growing hotter with each new machine he uses. You know he knows you’re there. And you know that he’s making all his work outs look even sexier because he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered. You hate how much it’s working. You’re practically itching to jump his bones.

It’s useless to try and fight it. The more he works out the more his light green skin glistens with sweat. You imagine yourself falling to your knees to lap it up, to kiss down his dark happy trail, and inhale deeply at that scent that’s specifically his and his alone. Fuck, you wanna devour him and he knows it.

He’s purposefully taunting you, egging you on, wanting to make a mess of you before he even gets his hands on your burning needy skin. You may be growing hazy with lust but you don’t miss the sly glances he keeps throwing your way or that stupidly smug smirk he’s been sporting since he was curling those weights. It shouldn’t make you hornier than you already are but it is.

Just as you think your pussy is throbbing so bad you’re about to cum untouched, he finally turns toward you with a raised brow and a classic ‘come hither’ look.

“Come over here and help me with these hip thrusts, pretty,” he says and you know it’s not a question. It’s a demand. Letting you know he’s been wanting you just as badly as you want him.

Walking closer to him in the gym you can see just how true that is. The thick outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his sweats and just begging to be released. Even seeing it twitch once you finally reach him.

“I said c’mere,” he growls, claws gripping at your plush waist and dragging you against his sweaty stomach with a light smack.

The tension between the two of you is boiling as he swoops down and captures your lips in a ravenous kiss. You both groan as your lips meet in a sloppy needy dance, stumbling back until he’s lying down on the mat covered floor with you straddling his waist.

You press against him as hard as you can, hips already rocking, needing to grind against any part of him you can. He moans into the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth just to get another taste of you. Claws run over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation as they dip lower and lower. Slowly pushing off all your clothes as they go.

“Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat,” your bf rasps against your lips, pushing off your panties with a single claw and leaving your delicious curves open to him.

You gasp as your dripping folds are exposed to the cool air. He pushes you back down on top of him, his hands guiding you, rolling his abs all over your clit and causing your head to spin. He’s just so much bigger than you that he can easily jerk you around like his own personal fuck doll. Your toes curl at how damn good it feels and your jaw drops in a silent moan.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do this on purpose,” you accuse.

He chuckles, watching you get wrecked before he’s had a chance to really touch you. You don’t even realize when his hands drift off of you, too caught up in the pleasure rolling through your clit. He makes quick work of skillfully pulling his sweats down just enough to release his cock. It springs out of its confines, hitting your back with a fat smack.

“I can’t help it that you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me…” he purrs and you prove him right as you start grinding your ass along his length.

But it seems like it’s just enough to snap him into action. A feral glint passes over his eyes and his hands are on you in the next second. He pushes his massive pulsing tip through your folds, letting your slick coat his entire monster cock till he’s dripping with you.

He can’t seem to look away from it. Mesmerized by the image of your arousal soaking him. He doesn’t even care he just seems to want more and more of you. Low groans leaving him every time you flutter around his twitching head and make a bigger mess.

“God, you’re so wet f’me. So needy for my cock, you should be ashamed,” he scolds playfully, his smirk widening at your gasp.

You know you should actually scold him and you totally plan on it to. Mouth gaping at him like you’re really trying. But he just doesn’t give you the chance. On the next roll of his hips he catches his tip against your entrance, silencing you instantly.

After one more gloating chuckle your bf pushes you down and you go sinking onto his cock, letting out a pretty mewl as he stretches you to your limits. His cock splitting you open till you can’t even think. You’re a puddle by the time he bottoms out, your core squeezing him so tight like you never want him to leave.

“Baby— nngh— yes. Your pussy is being so good, sucking my cock in like she’s missed it. Show me how much, ride me hard,” he demands again and you’re in no state of mind to refuse.

The two of you work in total sync, starting at a frantic pace as you ride his cock like it’s been days since you’ve last got a taste instead of the hours it’s been. Meanwhile your boyfriend stays true to his workout, his hips thrusting out and plunging into your depths.

Your bf is entranced by the sight of you, completely lost in your pleasure. Head rolling back, your fucking perfect tits jiggling with the force of each thrust. His eyes trail down to where your bodies meet and his cock instantly jolts at the obscene way your fat cunt stretches around his giant cock. It’s a miracle you’re able to take him.

As your sweet pussy throbs and flutters around his girth he groans, his claws tightening around the soft rolls of your hips. His hips then move on their own, picking up pace and ramming his hard pulsing dick as deep inside your core as he can go, swirling you around his length and rearranging your guts.

Your loud shrieks of pleasure fuel him to fuck up into even harder, barely giving you a moment to adjust to each new sensation. You try and lift up to take a moment to breathe but he growls and slams you back down on his shaft, making you scream.

“Ah ah ah, don’t run from my cock. You’ve been droolin’ for it so be the good slut I know you are and take it.”

His hips are a blur as they pound into your messy cunt. Obscene noises fill the room with every snap of his hips, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only sends you closer to your peak. It only takes one brush of his finger over your clit and your orgasm crashes into you.

Your bf groans at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and suddenly he’s shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum straight into your needy womb. Grinding his length as deep inside you he works you through it till you both sag on the mats in total exhaustion.

His hands caress your back, smirking as aftershocks wrack through your spent form. He grabs handfuls of you, loving how you fill out his big hands and he drags you closer to him.

“What a workout, huh?” He asks with a big sigh, feeling very pleased with himself for getting you so fucked out.

The room stills and your bf fails to stifle his laughter, which only grows as you soon join him. Your happy and sated laughter rings between you both and at this moment you swear there’s nothing better than living with your bf.

[bunnis-monsters]

You’re a chubby elf girl that was picked on by the others growing up. You weren’t tall enough, not thin like the others, and you couldn’t even perform proper magic. Maybe you’re half human?

Well, good thing your childhood friend comes rushing in, beating up anyone that dares said a word about his bestie! You had to pull him off a boy before he chewed through one of his pointed ears.

As you both grow up that sense of protection and care he feels for you grows into something more. You’re beautiful, he’s always been head over heels for you, he just didn’t know it yet.

But you’ve become so comfortable and trusting of him he almost feels like you see him as your brother. You even still change in front of him, your cute elf ears wiggling in happiness as you tell him about your day.

It’s hard to take his eyes off of your soft tummy and breasts that have grown so much over the years. God he just wishes you understood how hard you make him every day, how he longs to kiss and touch you…

Poor boy… he’s struggling to practice his magic because all he can think about is his chubby best friend bent over and taking his cock one day <3

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Best friends orc dad maybe??? 👀👀👀👀

actually loved this so much i finished writing in my uber

older! orcs bf dad! x fem! reader Size difference, age gap, best friend’s dad, soft dom, rough sex, protected sex, oral (f receiving), size kink, praise, dirty talk, possessiveness, manhandling, breast worship, teasing, overstimulation (light), power imbalance , slight degradation.

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You hadn’t meant for it to become a thing.

The late-night drinks started innocent enough — just you and him, sitting on opposite sides of the couch in their too-quiet lounge room while your best friend was out of town with her mum. Her dad, Rhogar, had insisted you didn’t have to leave early.

“I’m not that tragic,” he’d said with a tired laugh. “One uni student staying over isn’t going to ruin my midlife crisis.”

You’d laughed too, pretending you weren’t aware of how hot he looked under the dull warm light of the lamp. Orcish strength still clung to his broad chest and forearms, despite the years. The grey at his temples only added to it — a rugged kind of worn-in beauty. His tusks gleamed when he smiled, but it was rare these days.

His wife had left six months ago. You’d overheard enough late-night chats to know it hadn’t been pleasant.

Now it’s the third night you’ve stayed late like this. Same couch. Same two glasses of whisky. You sit closer this time, not touching, but the distance is different. He hasn’t shaved. The stubble shadows his jaw. You try not to stare at the way his throat works when he swallows a mouthful.

He sighs, deep and slow. “D’you always drink like this with your other mates’ dads?”

You glance at him over the rim of your glass. “Only the handsome, ones.”

He snorts into his glass, but the corner of his mouth pulls up. “You flirt like a girl with too much free time.”

You lean in a little, daring. “And you look like a lonely orc who misses being touched.”

That stops him. His jaw tenses. He sets the glass down with a clink, then looks at you. Really looks. You feel it in your chest.

“That funny to you?” he asks, low.

“No,” you murmur. “It’s not funny. Just… true.”

He looks tired. But not the kind of tired that wants to sleep. The kind that wants to be wanted. Maybe that’s why, when his hand lands on your thigh, you don’t move. His fingers are warm, heavy, calloused. You breathe in slow and steady, even as your skin tingles under the touch.

“You should go to bed,” he says, eyes fixed on your bare thigh under the hem of your shorts.

You tilt your head. “You want me to stop?”

His thumb strokes up, slow, tracing the edge of your skin. “I’m twice your age, love.”

You lean closer, heart thudding. “And I’ve wanted you since I was legal.”

Rhogar groans, almost pained. “You don’t say shit like that to a man who’s barely holding himself back.”

“Then stop holding back.”

The next moment happens fast. His mouth is on yours, rough and starved. You drop the glass to the carpet and it rolls somewhere under the table. His hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. You climb into his lap, straddling his thick thighs, and moan when his tongue licks into your mouth. It’s messy, eager — weeks of tension snapping like a taut wire.

He pulls away just enough to breathe. “This isn’t right—”

“Rhogar,” you whisper, grinding against the thick bulge in his sweats, “I’m not your kid. I know what I want.”

He growls low, his tusks grazing your cheek as he leans back in. His kisses trail down your throat, nipping and licking, until your head falls back and your nails dig into his shoulders. His hands tug at your shirt, and you let him pull it off, baring your chest with no bra underneath.

“Fuck,” he mutters, almost reverent, taking in your bare tits. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

“Good,” you breathe.

He doesn’t ask permission — not with words. But his mouth wraps around one nipple while his hand kneads the other breast, and you gasp, arching into him. His tusks press against your skin, grazing without piercing, and it’s enough to make you whimper. You can feel how hard he is under you — thick and pulsing, straining against his pants.

“I’ve thought about this,” you whisper, barely audible over your own panting. “Touching you. Wondered how you’d sound.”

His hands trail down to your thighs again, then slide up under your shorts and panties in one go. When his fingers brush over your soaked folds, he growls into your chest.

“This wet already?” he murmurs, rubbing your clit in slow, firm circles. “From sitting on my lap?”

You nod, mouth open in a soft moan. “Been wet all night.”

He slides one thick finger into you, then another, stretching you slowly. His breath hitches at how tight you are.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained. “You sure you can take me?”

You smile through a gasp. “You gonna make me?”

He pulls his hand out and licks your wetness from his fingers. That alone nearly finishes you off.

“Get up, love,” he says, and you do, legs shaky. He stands, looming over you, and tugs the sweats down. His cock springs free — huge, thick, flushed dark and heavy with need. Your eyes widen.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, blinking.

He chuckles, cocky now. “Still want it?”

Instead of answering, you drop to your knees on the carpet and wrap your hand around the base. He grunts when your tongue licks the tip, then presses a kiss to the underside. You take him into your mouth as far as you can go, drooling around him, gagging when he hits the back of your throat. His hand slides into your hair.

“Fuck, you’re a little mess already,” he says, voice strained. “You’re filthy for me, aren’t you?”

You nod, moaning around his length.

“Look at you,” he growls. “Daughters sweet little friend… on her knees for me.”

You pull off with a pop, panting. “I want you to fuck me, Rhogar. I want to feel you ruin me.”

He hauls you up in one motion, lifts you like nothing, and walks you to the bedroom. Tosses you onto the bed. You’re laughing, breathless and giddy. He kicks the door shut.

“You’re too fucking pretty for your own good,” he says, crawling over you. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

You tug him down by the shoulders. “Then show me.”

He tears the rest of your clothes off — shorts and panties gone in one tug. He pauses just long enough to grab a condom from the drawer (you’re both grateful for his post-divorce “just-in-case” stash) and rolls it on.

When he lines up and starts to push in, your breath catches.

He’s massive.

The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much, but you want it. Crave it. You wrap your arms around his broad back and whimper as he sinks deeper, deeper, until your hips meet.

“You okay?” he murmurs into your hair.

“Better than okay,” you gasp.

He starts slow, grinding his hips in deep, fluid strokes. His body covers yours, all heat and strength and scent. You moan with every thrust, legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “So tight. You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”

“Good,” you whisper. “Lose it.”

His rhythm quickens. The bed creaks under you. The headboard bumps the wall. Your moans turn into cries, and his growls deepen, mouth pressed to your throat as he fucks you harder, deeper, rougher.

“You feel so good,” he growls. “So fucking good.”

You’re so close. The angle, the stretch, the friction — all of it builds fast and hot in your belly. Your nails rake down his back.

“Rhogar, I’m—!”

“I’ve got you,” he grunts. “Cum on my cock, love. Let me feel it.”

And you do — with a shuddering cry, your body clenches around him, white-hot pleasure rippling through you like a wave crashing. He groans as he fucks you through it, his own release following not long after, hips jerking as he cums into the condom with a low snarl.

Afterward, he collapses beside you, chest heaving, one big hand splayed across your belly. The sweat cools on your skin. You both breathe in silence for a while, staring at the ceiling.

Then, quietly, he says, “This doesn’t change anything.”

You turn your head. “No?”

He looks at you. “It changes everything.”

You smile.

“I was hoping it would.”

[bones4thecats]

Hi! Could you write a K-pop demon hunter request, specifically about the huntresses discovering that the (male) reader is half-human, half-demon? I want a dramatic scenario!

↳ Half-Seraphic, Half-Diabolical.

A K-Pop Demon Hunters × Male, Half-Demon! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Father abandonment (both Rumi and Reader), the Reader's father believing the Reader is a problem, and the Reader finding shame in his marks.

A/N: This features Rumi and the Reader having a sibling-relationship, Mira and the Reader having a best-friends with bickering issues, and Zoey and the Reader having a crush/romantic leaning relationship.

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💫 RUMI. She and you were the closest out of the trio, both being children of former Hunters. But, despite your closeness, you both hid deep secrets; your fathers were demons. Your father, that you knew of from your mother, was centered around his pride; that being why he became a demon in the first place. It was because of his pride he had left you, seeing you as a problem for his future rise to power. From the lack of father figures and mothers, as they both passed away, Rumi and you were inseparable. "It was as if you were twins." Celine would say. But not all secrets stay hidden...

🌺 MIRA. The least close of the trio with you. It wasn't because you disliked each other, you both really did care for one another like brother and sister, but it was because you and her had differing personalities. Bickering between the two of you was shockingly common, though they always ended with laughs and teasing remarks. But, as of late, she felt that you were hiding more and more, making excuses on why you were wearing more long-sleeves and hoodies. She thought it was just odd, but now... now she understands why. 📚 ZOEY. She is literally by your side constantly, it was like you were the shark and she was the remora sticking to you. Some of her fans believe that she and you were a couple, only to be disappointed when you both denied the rumors. Though, little did you know she was just as disappointed. It was after that she began to watch you closer, and that was when she saw those little quirks of your becomes more obvious; Your constant need to wear long-sleeves as of late, you denying helping her with her lyrics for their song 'Takedown', and even refusing to do your workouts alongside them all, fearing you'd have your marks shown. Though, they didn't know the reason. Looking at the events leading up to this fight, Zoey's mind froze; Why... did you keep this from her...?

These demons were strong, their attacks better and more precise than any demon that HUNTR/X had ever come across. It was shocking how their claws were able to release such vicious cuts. How they were going to cover up any marks from the sharp-nails was beyond their thoughts at the moment.

You watched from the tree above, frustration rising as you gritted your teeth. How dare these devils come near your friends and try killing them?!

Fangs poking out from your mouth, you gripped the branch below you so tight that splinters emerged. Though, you repressed the pain, your own issues were second-hand right now; saving the girls was number one right now.

Jumping upwards and towards the sky, you felt your body heat up. Your skin felt like you were tanning as it changed shade, veins popping slightly as your marks appeared, and your body cracked lightly as your demonic features emerged from behind the carefully-draped veil you used nearly every day.

The sight of you landing in front of them shocked the girls.

Rumi's eyes widened and her eyes widened so far that her pupils thinned lightly, just enough to where the girls couldn't notice.

Mira's body instinctively raised her weapon towards you, her eyebrows furrowed downwards in protectiveness as you growled and lunged at the demons ahead of you. Her eyes were now just as wide as Rumi's. What... how... She thought.

Zoey froze in place, her own weapons hanging loosely in her hands as she watched you land on the ground and begin fighting with the demons before you. You didn't attack them... but... why did you look like a demon...? You were human, like them! Right?

As you continued to fight, you grabbed a demon's horn. He flinched as he saw his partners going back to the demon world, groaning in pain as they did so. His eyes flashed towards you as he tried loosening your grip on his head-appendage.

"Let me go, you human-loving nut job!" He screamed.

"I'll let you go if you deliver a message to Gwi-Ma." You said, tightening your grip so the demon would remember this word for word and not mess it up when repeating it to his Lord.

"Okay! What do you want me to tell him?!"

"Tell him this; he may have got my father on his side, but he will never, ever earn my loyalty. That is towards the Hunters, and the Hunters alone. And if he doesn't like that, he can shove it. Now, go!" You yelled, throwing him aside to witness him leave your world for his own.

Breathing quickly from the constant movement and adrenaline wearing off, you felt your body heat up more from behind. A poking feeling against your spine as you turned around.

There, holding her weapon to your back, was Mira.

"Why?" She said. "Why did you... how did you..."

"Born like this. Dad was a demon, Mom was a hunter." You spoke, looking at the three women with a neutral expression. You expected this in reality when exposed. They were raised to hate demons, and you were technically in your demon-form, so.

"Born like that?" Rumi asked, her hand on her arm. You watched as her fingers ran against her jacket lightly, and your mind connected the dots itself. Though, your mouth refrained from opening and saying said thoughts.

Nodding in response, you looked over at Zoey, who's eyes were practically sparkling. A small flush on her cheeks as she looked at you steadily. Her thoughts were racing; He was already so handsome before, but with those marks and your strength... oh my goodness! And his nails! Why are so so well kept?! They look as nice as mine!

"Yeah. I never really felt the need to tell you girls because it just- wasn't a huge part of my life. But, the marks... began to spread as of late. I guess seeing you guys needing help was more important to me than keeping this a secret."

Mira lowered her weapon lightly, being guided by Rumi's hands. "Let's not talk about this out in the open." She said.

Saying your name, Rumi stepped forward and motioned for you to follow them. "How about we all just go home and talk about this there, okay?"

You all nodded and watched as you went back to your human form, your marks fading till merely tinting your skin and your nails shrinking, eyes becoming normal, and your outfit returning to the muscle-top and sweatpants you wore prior to joining the girls in the fight.

This was going to be quite the conversation with the girls.

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[thatssomegoodsoup]

SLENDERMAN x READER HCs

CREDIT FOR ART: @sketchy-doge1

Slenderman is a gentleman and will treat you with kindness and courtesy

^ He does get very jealous easily though

The proxies probably like you better lol

Your dates include hiking, sipping tea while reading a book in the slender mansion library, and gardening

He will teleport you anywhere you want to go (if he's not busy)

Since I HC that he can make his top proxies immortal and make them immune to slendersickness, I HC he did that to you as well

You tell people that you have a long distance boyfriend (with his height? yea its long distance LMAO). Easier than to say that than that you're dating a literal eldritch horror.

You both carved your initials into a tree

He thinks you look hot covered in blood

Slender thinks the reader looks pretty/handsome/beautiful in whatever they wear.

He gives love bites, like a cat (this HC has become an iconic part of my posts atp)

You get along with all of his brothers, (Splendor, Trender, and his sister Surrender), except for two.

He will teleport behind you to kiss, hug, or grab you with his tendrils unprompted.

Slender likes painting portraits of you

^ Especially you two together, as he can't be photographed

His love languages include quality time and giving gifts

Slender will often gift you handmade things and bouquets of wildflowers (also bones he found in the forest)

If any of the other pastas or one of his proxies hurt you, they will pay dearly

He makes sure your friends and family are unharmed

Slender can be controlling at times, but he tries his best not to be

You two like watching soap operas, old silent films, and dramas together (also those dramatic spanish telenovas that every character in most movies seem to watch)

His nicknames for you are primarily in old German

[macabrebatz]

I know that request are closed, so this is more a question, but I just found your blog and talked about the warcraft orcs and their size

How would pregnancy be? Like, is the baby huge or more like a human😭 you've got me curious if been so long since I've watched the film I legit can't remember most things about it

This is a fantastic question and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I actually wrote a very self indulgent fic for myself exploring this very topic. I’m not posting that fic though, it’s a mess and was basically writing practice to get Durotan’s character right.

Anyways, if we’re going off of the Warcraft movie and just the movie (since I still have limited knowledge about the lore beyond that) I don’t think a human becoming pregnant by an orc would be that much different than a regular pregnancy. When Go’el/Thrall is born in the movie he is relatively small. Durotan can hold him comfortably with one hand. And we’ve already discussed the size of orc hands on this blog before (they’re ridiculously large in Warcraft).

So if I’m just going off of what I see, I’m guessing that a half orc/half human would be a bit smaller than he is. Maybe a bit bigger than the average human baby but I can’t imagine them being much bigger. Although just like in real life, pregnancy can be different depending on the person and the size of the baby can vary. Pregnancy can already be a very difficult thing for humans. Add orcs into the mix and there’s honestly no telling how it’ll end up.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Carnivale reader and the boys having a few days off from performing and reader just doesn’t want to leave the bed please please please

The light had long since dimmed and the roar of the crowd eager to see every act had been silenced. In the quietness of the morning had come the soft chirping of birds outside the tent. Your back was pressed against the mattress with your left arm draped above your head.

Here you laid in the early morning hours debating whether you should get out of bed or lay still. The ability to move wasn’t an easy one, not with Johnny pressed in against you, his tail wrapped tightly around your thigh. His wings weren’t tucked into his back like you expected, rather one was extended almost like a privacy screen.

But it wasn’t Johnny that was keeping you here. It was also Simon, and Gaz.

Simon was on the other side of Gaz, with his hand cuffed to Kyle’s as a measure of keeping the mischievous incubus settled. Although Gaz wouldn’t have gone anywhere, not when he had spent all night being fed by you three.

And John, he was the only one missing.

The fae that spoke and adhered to animals had risen early, seeking out the quiet hours to check on things. He left to check on his animals, to make sure they felt safe and secured after the last stressful town. While the crowd last night was amazing, cheering and jaunting with excitement, the previous town had put the animals on edge.

Enough that John had nearly lost control of his temper.

“We should get up.” You don’t know who made the suggestion but the idea was shot down when Johnny’s tail tightened around your thigh. The tip of his tail dipped further toward the sensitive core between your thighs as if he was suggesting an ulterior idea.

“No.” Simon was the one to ultimately and verbally shut down the idea with a gruff proclamation. “First day off the last performance, next performance doesn’t start ‘til Wednesday. Fuck gettin’ up.”

“Agreed.” Gaz, who might have suggested getting up, seems to be growing hungry again when he presses against Simon and grinds. “Need food though-”

“Not now, boy.” Simon growls in his ear, a warning that makes Gaz softly moan. “Human needs rest.”

That’s it, that’s the decision. The final decision. You’re staying in bed.

You don’t deny that the idea is wonderful, and you sink into the bed again and sigh contentedly. With your body surrounded and wrapped in their security, it’s easy for your eyes to shutter again.

[earthsparked]

Bonding activities with your favorite mechs:

Show them Jurassic Park and tell them it’s a documentary.

[boarcide]

I truly think that one of the biggest tragedies in BEAST in regards to the Akutagawa siblings is that, at the core of it, Ryuunosuke viewed himself as a beast, and showed his love in a way a beast would, while Gin was the only person who ever saw him as human and judged him accordingly. She did not see a beast acting like a beast, the way everybody else did, she saw a human acting like a beast and it’s part of what drove her away.

The ADA saw their rookie detective at his worst, and watched—and continues to watch—him grow from a beast to a human over time. Consumed by hatred and only knowing how to be cruel, and slowly learning how to become human.

Gin saw her brother at his best—the best he could be in their situation—and then watched him grow from a boy to a beast within moments. The scraps of humanity that he had, all disappearing into rage so primal it no longer made him seem human.

[blenselche]

First page of ch 10

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I think Fern'd be an extreme sports boy.

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine accepting one of the Nine and neither Celebrimbor nor Annatar realising what you are...

Imagine accepting one of the Nine and neither Celebrimbor nor Annatar realising what you are...

They collected many leaders of men, or people who could be but after the tedious selection there was only eight left. However, one of them knew of a group who allegedly stood against the darkest of dark creatures during the time of Morgoth.

Even Annatar was doubtful but Celebrimbor was more than happy to delay the finishing of the last set of rings because his doubts about men had not disappeared.

Sauron sensed the darkness in you, and frankly, he was amused by your argument with the elven smith when it became clear that Celebrimbor thought the elves were superior to men. His favourite part might have been when you enlightened Celebrimbor that the rings are not his achievement, he was merely a tool to make them.

The Dark Lord gave you the last and most powerful of the Nine himself, not realising that he put too much of himself in them and your ring linked you two together by your will, locking you into a fight for the power over them.

This fight might decide the fate of all Middle-Earth, either way, by the end a Witch Queen will rise. The question is, will she be serving the Dark Lord or not?

[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monster stories

December 13.) Half giant x GN reader

Warnings: depression, hating job, job quitting, size difference

Minors Don't Interact!

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Working as one of Santa's elf was a seasonal job, the pay was shit but it was fun. Pretty much volunteer work. There was a bonus though. It came in the form of the man playing Santa named Treg. 

He was a half giant and standing next to him in your work uniform you really did look like a Christmas elf. Treg was kind to everyone, always smiling. You couldn't help but be drawn to him. It helped that you were one of his main elfs. Every shift he had you worked too. Always right next to him helping him with the kids or getting him water. Any time he had to get up and walk somewhere you were with him to make sure he didn't bump into any kids. It was hard seeing kids when you were that big. Treg was always so happy when you helped him out. Constantly thanking you for every little thing you did for him. 

Treg often would make you a cup of hot chocolate during your shared break. It always tasted better when he made it. The two of you would always chat the whole break before going back to going to work. 

The work gossip was that both of you were dating in secret. Though any time the two of you were confronted Treg vehemently denied it. You did so too, just less convincing than him. One of your coworkers noticed this and asked you in private if you wished you were dating him. You frowned as you nodded your head. They gave you a look of pity before walking away. 

They must have said something to Treg because after that day he started avoiding you. It hurt badly when suddenly your schedule changed from his. You had been replaced by another worker who preferred to pose for the photos and flirt with all the parents instead of helping Treg. Not that you could do anything about it, you were assigned to a different Santa. He was a satyr who didn't care about his job, he worked the dead shift hardly anyone came around when he worked and he liked it that way.

Your fun job became miserable in less than a week all because you couldn't get a handle on your dumb one sided crush. You didn't smile at work anymore, what was the point?

Before the end of the second week you had turned in your uniform and quit. You went home and cried that night. The next day you went out to the store to go get comfort food. Walking around the store you filled your cart with tooth rotting snacks. Your heart hurt so you wanted your stomach to hurt more to take your mind away from it. 

Walking around absentmindedly you didn't pay attention to anything until you heard heavy footsteps. Looking up you saw Treg approaching you. You had the urge to run away from him but found yourself frozen in place. “Y/n? I heard you quit? Why did you do that?” His voice sounded heart broken. Why did he sound heart broken? Treg was the one who rejected and ignored you, not the other way around. 

“What does it matter to you? You made it clear you didn't like me when you started ignoring me.” You snorted, turning your head to look anywhere but at him. “I only started distancing myself because I realized I liked you too and that scared me. I'm constantly scared that I'm not going to know your next to me and I'll accidently hurt you.” Treg explained stepping closer to you. “Didn't every day we worked together prove I could handle that? You never hurt me before, why worry about that now?” You asked, glancing at him. “Because the thought of being with you meant a higher chance of hurting you but when you were gone it hurt even worse.” His eyes were starting to water as he talked. 

How could you be upset at that face? Looking down at your feet you stepped forward reaching your hand out to hold his sleeve. “I'd take that risk to be with you.” You told him, looking up at him. “For you? I'd risk anything.” Treg said carefully, holding your hand in his large one. You looked like a doll compared to him, you kind of liked it. 

[kortac-sweetheart]

originally thought of Nikto but then thought 👁 Bell (both?? imagine them together. imagine it. oh my god)

I'm a creature of habit, I have the same breakfast almost every morning, have my peculiarities about what goes with what and what's eaten or drank first for what flavor etc etc, always have my little coffees I make at home, etc etc and I can just imagine a lot of the cod guys but especially Bell (or Nikto <3) who has had his identity stripped of him, who has been tortured into being whatever his next handler needs him to be, who has had to completely forget who he is as a person and that he's worth acknowledging as a person not just for what he does, watching, and just kind of admiring how specific things can be, how routine it is out of pure want and leisure rather than stifling sweat and stink and grit and blood

just Bell enjoying seeing how alive and intimate and personal daily life can be, and slowly figuring out what he likes too, his preferred coffee creamer, or maybe tea, or hot chocolate, or plain old milk, just something that's his because he chooses it to be, because he wants it. he's not really doing anything spectacular with it or for it, it's just a little personality for him to enjoy- Simp anon

UWAHHHHHH BEELLLLLLLLLLL

yes i’m also a man of routine too, i always take walks around the same time and i also always get the same sweet treat when i want one.

god, bell who’s almost like a curious child again, constantly asking questions about your routines, why do you like that? why do you do that? learning more and more about you and your routine and in turn learning more about himself as well.

it happens very quickly that he assimilates parts of your day and likes into his as well. he joins you for your walk no matter what, initially he wants to see what you like so much about it but he eventually grows to love it. your single pair of over ear headphones turning into sharing earbuds with him.

(why do you like that song? that band? what’s your favorite? he needs to know, it’s important to him.)

your hand always finds his way into his, swinging along carefree as you walk together. he never questions why you hold hands, or why he’s the one that walks closer to the road— it’s a natural, intrinsic feeling in his gut that he doesn’t have to question at all.

and although it’s a small break in routine, he doesn’t mind at all. learning about what you think about that shop’s pastry and what he thinks of it too. he memorizes whatever review or commentary you have, no matter how small or offhanded it was.

(he personally adores those milk chocolate dipped strawberries you like too. that cake however, a little too sweet for him. and for you too.)

i think you both learn together. he keeps a running log in his mind and you, on paper of what each other likes. it’s love and adoration clear as day, written and held in the palm of your hand. and he thinks his heart flutters.

(is it because you’re making an effort to learn and love him? or was it just due to fate? or maybe a bit of both? the more he thinks about it the warmer he feels— is that normal?)

you always encourage him to form his own opinions on things. always want to hear what he thinks and has to say, especially if it differs from yours. he thought it was odd at first. isn’t he supposed to like what you did?

but you brought it up to him.

“bell, if we liked all the same things, and were the same person—wouldn’t that get a little boring? my own lived experiences shape the person i am today, and that also applies to you too, sweetheart.”

(he likes it when you call him that.)

yeah. if you were like him, then there wouldn’t be anything to learn. and he quite likes learning all he can about you, likes, dislikes, habits, your past, and he shouldn’t deny you of the opportunity to learn about him either— lest he makes you sad.

bell is a well versed scholar in the study of you. he blends seamlessly into the fabric of your life as if he was always meant to be there, by your side.

his cup of milk tea sits besides your cup of coffee in the morning. your sweaters hung neatly besides his in your closet. your favorite flowers in the vase on the table one week, then a bouquet of his in it the next. his hand firmly in yours when you go on your afternoon walks. your favorite dinner prepared by the two of you, piping hot on the center of the table as you eat side by side. his favorite pastry in the same container as yours. and him tightly hugging you in bed at night.

the more bell learns about you, the more he learns about himself, and he never wants to stop learning—ever.

[sourpeachsayshi]

(cw breeding; dub con) choso wants you as his mate. it’s the reason why he’s so touchy around you, why he’s desperate for skin to skin contact, why he wants to linger in every hug and breathe in your scent. why he searches for a kiss when you don’t expect it, and why he asks if he can share your bed. he’ll never make his intentions very clear but there is definitely an end game in mind 👀

[imaginedreamwrite]

Carnivàle

Prologue

Your mother once told you that there were monsters in the world, lingering in the shadows. They laid in wait for innocent humans to let their guards down before they would strike, seeking pleasure from pain with the sole purpose of destruction. 

It took longer than you would have liked to admit, to learn that the true monsters were humans. That there was no shortage of depravity that could compare to the whims of human’s that had sought power, pleasure and riches. 

The kind of depravity that made you afraid, not of monsters in the dark but of the creatures that looked like you. The kind of men that would take whatever they desired for their own twisted pleasure, not sparing any empathy for those who were the victims. 

The monsters that scared you were the men who had been granted access and ease of women younger than themselves. It was a history that had plagued the community your family had belonged to, a rite of passage to continue the vein of wealth for the most loyal. 

From the age of 16, you knew your future was set in stone. There was a long history of young women who knew their future was set by the time they were 16, promised to marry men who were twice their age the day they turned 22. It was an exchange of power and money for the young brides to men who collected them like they were dolls in a personal harem. There was no respect for the women they took, the women they traded power and wealth for, they were little toys for them to control. 

When your mother and father had arranged for you to be married at 16, you heard little about the man who you would be given to. There was an expectation that you would become a bride at 22 to a man who was much older than you, traded like you were nothing more than livestock your parents bargained off for money. 

The years between 16 and 21 were spent with you being carefully watched and guarded, to limit your interactions with the male sex. They had never wanted you to be exposed to any outside forces that could limit your appreciation for the marriage you would one day take. In your parent's eyes, all that mattered was you retaining your virginity and purity for the man who had bought the right to take it. There was no reasonable excuse you, or any of these other young women could make, to leave the iron-clad protective pen you were all kept in. 

The weeks before your 22nd birthday was the hell before death. There was a celebration being planned for every woman in the community that were going to be married, a harvest feast is what the community called it. It was the first glimpse at the husband’s who had auctioned for their future wives, the first initial appreciative glance at the stock they had purchased. 

Two weeks before your 22nd birthday was the first moment you had laid eyes on the man who you would marry—a man who was twice your age and had already burned through two wives. 

You knew it then, when you met him on that celebratory night weeks before the official marriage, that this would be the way you would die. 

You would not survive the marriage. 

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There was a weight settling on your chest that made it difficult to breathe, it felt like it was compressing your lungs and restricting air to your brain. With every second that passed you wondered if you were capable of actually escaping the hell that was going to be unleashed on you. There was a constant set of eyes on you that lingered beneath every crack and crevice of your life and yet you had still managed to find a sliver of hope in the devastating future. 

The same history that was going to betray you to being a bed bound bride to a man older than you, was the same history that had offered hope. Your family tree had thick roots that were partially trimmed of any inexcusable branches that had not conformed to the proper lineage—according to your parents. The branches and limbs that had not added to the community’s power and wealth, were trimmed and extinguished. 

That’s how you found her, the woman you hoped would be able to aide you in running from this future that would damn you. The woman that had been one of those to be cut off from the family branches was a distant cousin, someone who had escaped the family’s history of selling women to older men for marriage opportunities. It took longer than you wanted it to, to find anything you could about Kate Laswell. 

It took digging with desperation to try and find what you could about her. It was desperation that made you overturn every rock you could until you had found something that could help you. There were small newspaper clippings about the ‘disgraceful’ distant cousin who had left the community to become entangled with the devil’s creatures. An entertainer for the immoral fiends who liked being entertained by the circus and carnival. 

That was your hope, that was the avenue you were going to pursue. You had a week to leave, a single week to try and run from your family, seeking comfort and shelter with a distant cousin who also ran. Kate Laswell had escaped the same fate that you were trying to run from, the fate that would eliminate your very breath at the hands of your future husband. 

You were desperate, you had to leave. There were no other options for you, it was either you run like your life depended on it or you would die at the hands of your future husband. 

Life and death would be short for you; 22 years would be almost all you could have unless you got out.