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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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Omg this was hella hot girl

God damn

I have request, local maiden goes to the bridge where a troll resides and always ALWAYS says she doesn't have enough money for the toll. She’s like, “Oh noooo~ whatever can I do to pay you~?” All while wearing a dress that shows off her chubby legs and cleavage. He's miffed but he can complain when he's laser focused on plowing her with enough force to rattle the bridge.

Anon- Anon oh my god you have reignited my love for Trolls. Thank you so much for this request, it was truly a joy to write!

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Warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink (if you squint), cumflation

Troll x Fem!Reader

Pay the T(r)oll

The Troll sat under his bridge, quietly and patiently awaiting for the next human to come along and pay his hefty fee to cross. This worked out very well for him, no need to scrounge about the forest or mountain sides to survive when he could easily use his immense size alone to intimidate humans into either paying him or running away.

At least that was usually the case. There was one human that never paid, but still managed to cross his bridge. Every goddamn week, like clockwork, your soft hums would fill the dark morning air as you approached his bridge. Every. Single. Time, you would claim you had no money to give him to cross and instead would offer your body.

As much as he tried to act irritated by you, he never declined your offers. There was something just oh so captivating to him about the way you would paw at his thighs with those big doe eyes staring up at him. The way you would always tell him. “I will have your gold next time, I promise.” As you would lift the scandalously short skirt of your dress to present your squishy thighs to him. The way your supple cleavage threatened to spill from the neckline of said dress made his mouth water.

Fuck he was smitten with you since day one, but was he going to admit that? Hell no, he had a business to run, he did not have time to constantly entertain you. Though the very tempting thought of making you his little wife always made his cock ache with an almost painful need. He was always quick to shake that idea from his head, always telling himself. “This time, I will make her pay with gold.”

Fat chance, fucker. You had him wrapped around your little fingers as if he was yarn spun just for you, and you intended for it to stay that way. No way in hell were you going to let the Troll escape your grasp now, not when you had become addicted to the burning stretch of his cock.

His ears perked up at that familiar soft tune of your voice followed by the pitter patter of your steps along the cobblestone road. He pushed himself up from the rocks he usually sat upon beneath the bridge, massive hands grasping onto the bridge as he hoisted himself up to stand at the center. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his tail flicking with anticipation as you approached. He swore you always wore that scandalous little dress just for him. It was if you tore the skirt short and cut the neckline low on purpose, just to tempt him with your soft body.

“Good morning.” You greeted him with that annoyingly chipper tone.

“Good morning, little bird.” He grunted. He held his hand out to you as you approached, as if expecting to get the one thing he never got from you.

You furrowed your brow and frowned. “I haven’t any gold today, I am afraid.” Same excuse as always.

A heavy sigh left his nose as he stared down at you, rather your breasts. “Of course you don’t.” He scoffed.

You giggled, lifting the skirt of your dress already. “Whatever shall I do? I must cross the bridge, but I have no gold to give.” You spoke coyly.

He let out a low guttural groan at the sight of you, no knickers as always. He wasn’t sure why he was always surprised by that, though he was not going to complain about it nor tell you to stop doing so. Bending down to face you, with his lip perking up into a sneer. “Will you ever have my gold?” He inquired. You swore a hint of playfulness swam beneath the irritation in his tone.

His hot breath against your skin made you shiver. “Next time.” You assured him, what a blatant lie. Though he was not going to call you out on it. Never did he call you out on your lie.

“Next time it is.” He grunted as he crouched down. His large hand reached out, lacing a fat finger into the bottom hem of your corset, tugging at it. “Off with it then, little bird.” He demanded.

You giggled, reaching around to unlace the corset bodice with eager fingers. Your cunt already slick with anticipation at how he would ravage your body this time. He watched you with predatory eyes as your clothes fell upon the bridge. The cool, ungodly early morning air made your nipples hard. He leaned forward to run his long tongue along your breasts, his hands grabbing at your fatty thighs prompting you to spread them so he could press his thumb to your clit and rub your needy pussy with his fingers.

Soft mewls spilled from your plush lips as you tilted your head back, grinding yourself against his hand. He grunted as he grazed his teeth against your nipple. “Every goddamn time.” He growled against your breast as he slipped one of his fingers into your already soaked warmth.

You keened at his words as his finger stretched you out, and it was not long before he was slipping a second inside. He lowered his head further to lap at your clit. Grunting and growling as he did so. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support, your nails digging into his dull gray skin as he ravished you with his mouth and fingers. Feasting upon your sensitive flesh like a man starved.

He did this every time, he could not help himself. As much as he hated to admit it, he had become addicted to your taste, to the sounds you made whenever he was inside you, to the way your meaty ass and thighs felt in his hands. What a deliciously sweet human you were, so good offering yourself up to him regularly.

You tilted your head back, crying out in pleasure as you felt that familiar burning knot in the bottom of your belly. He could feel you clenching around his fingers, he quickly withdrew them and grabbed you by your plump hips. Pulling you to the ground and pushing your knees to your chest before diving back in to devour your cunt. Feral growls huffing from his lips as his tongue licked up and down your pussy with eager pace.

You gasped sharply, writhing in his gasp as your mind was filled with the intense hazy pleasure of orgasm. You shivered and whined as he continued to lap you through your release. His own cock the entire time had been throbbing and straining against the thin linen of his pants, a stain of precum the proof of his need for you. He released your legs from his grip as he yanked his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, immediately grasping hold of himself to rub his fat cockhead against your slick pussy before pushing himself in.

Another sharp gasp escaped you, regardless how many times you’d thrown yourself at his feet the hot stretch of his cock pushing into you never ceased. You loved it. His massive hands gripped your plump thighs tightly as he gritted his teeth. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath as he gazed down at your pleading eyes. “You’re such an eager one, little bird.” He grunted as he began to pump his huge cock into your tight cunt.

You mewled and writhed beneath him as he fucked into you, the bridge beneath creaking from your combined weight and movements. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re doing this on purpose.” He growled into your ear as his pace grew faster.

Loud moans ripped from your throat as your nails raked over his shoulders. The way his tip kissed your cervix made your mind numb and all you could think about was that delicious full feeling you’d get to experience when he filled your pussy up with his release. He continued his erratic pace, pounding and abusing your pussy with his thick length. The only thing on his mind now was making you his, ruining you for anyone else, no other man or monster would get to have you the way he did. He was going to make damn sure of that.

“You’re mine now, bird.” He hissed into your ear as he reached down with one hand to rub your clit in tight circles. “No other gets you like this, am I clear?” He groaned as your gummy walls fluttered around him.

“C-crystal clear.” You sputtered out between shrill squeals and moans. The sounds you made echoed through the surrounding forest like a dove song, at least to him it did. He loved the way you screamed for him as he plowed you like you were a field being prepared for a fresh crop, his crop.

He buried his head into your shoulder, nipping and grunting as his hips jerked. The aching throb of his cock signaling to himself that orgasm was near. A high he was now desperately chasing as he moved sloppily and erratically in pace. “F-fuck.” He moaned loudly into your ear as you attempted to wrap your thick legs around his waist, as if trying to suck him in deeper.

His hips stuttered as hot thick cum flooded your cunt, filling your womb, swelling your belly in a way that made him feel a possessive pride. He licked a long stripe from your breast to your throat. “Feel that, little bird?” He growled between heavy ragged breaths.

Heavy breaths of your own were escaping your lips as you felt his hand press down on your soft belly. “Keep your gold, I think I much prefer this type of payment.” He whispered.

You could only whimper in reply as his cock began to throb back to life.

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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Don't threaten me with a good time lol

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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Get chomped

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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How could you do this to me

MY HEART!! POOR ARI!!

This time (Gargoyle x Reader)

A/N: I had a moment to sit down and write. This is not Pt. Two to "How to Care for a Gargoyle" that will hopefully be done at the end of the week!

I just have a case of Gargoyle brain rot and really wanted to write this idea out before it leaves the confines of my mind forever, and is never to be seen again. Enjoy

Ari is part of a collaborative project between @strawberrypoundtown myself, and @silken-moonlight

Check them out for content both related and unrelated to the project. They are both incredible writers!

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Warnings: NSFW, cursing, breeding kink, infertility, angst (Lil bit)

Band manager!Gargoyle!Aram "Ari" Dumont x Fem!Elf witch!Reader

Ari whimpered and groaned softly as he sat on his knees while you were bent over his desk. His tongue greedily lapped at your puffy cunt, his spit, and your juices long since mixed together as he coaxed a third orgasm from you. “C’mon pretty darling.” He cooed against your slick as his thumb pressed against your clit. His cock aching and bobbing between his legs, but he was always insistent on “preparing you properly” for him. Regardless of how many times you two had sex.

A shrill mewl ripped from your throat, your legs trembling and juices dripping down them. “A-Ari!” You cried out as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Ari groaned against you as he slurped up your release. His lips felt cool against your warmth, but not nearly as cold as the sensation of his large hands gripping your hips as he rose to his feet.

Ari leaned over you, minding his weight while he peppered your shoulders with hot open mouthed kisses. “I love you so much.” He whispered. “Pretty darling.” He purred as his sharp teeth grazed the nape of your neck, causing you to shiver.

“I-I love you too, Ari.” You whined as you pressed your soft ass to his hips, feeling his cock prod against you.

Ari grunted, his fuschia eyes fluttering as he reached down to guide his thick cock into your tight pussy. “Fuuuuck.” He groaned as he watched himself disappear inside you. “You always take me so well.” He moaned as his grip on your hips tightened.

A slow throaty moan escaped your lips as your pussy swallowed your gargoyle lover’s cock. Before you knew it, Ari was moving. Not slowly either, he immediately was plunging himself as deeply as he could go. Pressing the tip of his cock up against your cervix. “F-fuck.” Ari wheezed as he placed his hands on either side of your hips to support himself against the desk, bucking his hips wildly against your ass in a symphony of “skin” upon skin. It was like you were made for this man, the gods made you just for Aram Dumont and he would worship them everyday and praise thanks so long as he gets to keep you, to love and to hold for the rest of his life.

Cries of ecstasy rippled from your throat like a canary song as Ari slammed into you. His eyes glossed over as he stared down at your back. “S’gonna work this time.” He slurred and groaned as his cock throbbed inside you.

You drooled against the desk, your head turned to the side so you could see Ari’s face from your peripheral. You knew that look, you knew exactly what was on your beloved’s mind. “A-Ari.” You wheezed.

Ari groaned loudly as he continued his relentless pace. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only, a baby. Giving you a baby, his baby. Seeing your belly full with his baby, that’s all he wanted. More than anything Ari desperately wanted to have biological children with you.

Before he met you, Ari thought he was content with his infertility. Even after going through divorce with his previous wife for that exact reason. He thought he was okay with adopting, or finding a sperm donor. But he fucking wasn’t, he really really wasn’t okay with it. He watched the others around him build their little families. He watched them dote on their respective mates when one fell pregnant, he went to baby showers, he looked at baby clothes that his friends' wives would excitedly share. He watched with ugly envy as they got to have what he could not.

He was determined, though his determination could not fix the simple fact of the matter. He just simply did not produce sperm, and without sperm you can’t make a baby. “This time, this time it’ll take.” Ari moaned as he lowered his head into your shoulder. “This time, darling, this time for sure you’ll carry my child.” He growled as his hips snapped against you. Maybe less determined and more desperate and delusional.

You gasped sharply as Ari rammed his cock into your pussy with abandon. Ari’s wings fluttered with each grunty groan that left his lips, his tail thrashing about and knocking over the desk chair behind him, and his claws now dug into your hips. “Please, please, please, please!” Ari groaned loudly before biting into your shoulder.

You cried out once more, lifting your head to look across the home office at the mirror that hung on the opposite wall, through bleary tear filled eyes you could see the reflection of your mate ravishing your body. His desperate cries and your own moans flooded your pointed ears. You could feel Ari’s rhythm starting to falter, he was close. “F-fuck.” Ari gasped as he released your shoulder from his mouth. His hips stuttered as his orgasm rocked his body, groaning like a wild animal all the while.

You wheezed softly as your body went fully limp against the desk, feeling Ari’s weight shift off of you, a soft squeak escaping your throat as he slowly pulled out. Ari reached down and spread your ass to get a better view of your pussy. Nothing, not a single god damn drop of cum. Yet another dry orgasm it seemed. He growled as his clawed thumb dug into your asscheek causing you to yelp. “FUCK!” He barked as he let go of your ass and stepped away from you. He let out a shaky sigh before punching the nearby wall, leaving a dent. He ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, ragged breaths escaping his nose unevenly.

“A-Ari.” You stammered as you pushed yourself up from the desk. Your eyes locking onto him. Ari looked back at you with tears in his eyes, his fist still clenched. Words seemed to fail you right at that moment when you saw the welling of heartache in his eyes. You wanted a family with Ari, you were willing to go for the other options available. Ari however, was not.

Ari let out a shaky breath. “I am going to take a shower.” He said quietly as he turned and walked out of the home office, his clawed feet ticking softly against the tile floors.

You gasped softly as you stumbled out of the home office after him. “Aram!” You called out as you followed him into the bathroom. “You do not get to punch a hole in the goddamn wall and just walk off like it was no big deal. You’re not Bruce!”

“Well no shit, I’m not Bruce. Bruce gets to have kids of his own without even fucking trying!” Ari barked at you while tears rolled down his heather gray skin.

You took a deep breath and stood your ground. “Ari, I understand why you’re upset.” You spoke calmly. “I understand, lovie.” You whispered as you reached up and held his face in your hands. “I know how badly you want to have biological children with me, I know how much it pains you.” You spoke soothingly as you wiped the tears from his face. Your eyes stung with tears of your own. You hated watching Ari suffer like this.

Ari sniffled softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re so good to me, you take such good care of me, you put up with all of my bullshit.” He whimpered as he lowered his head into the crook of your neck, his stubby horns grazing your ears. “And yet, no matter how hard I try, I cannot give you what you so desire.” He whispered. “What we both desire.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered back as your hands trailed over the edge of his wings. “It’s not your fault, Ari.”

“Doesn’t make it okay, doesn’t make it less unfair.” Ari whispered. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but it still didn’t change the fact that Ari was infertile, he did not produce sperm. No amount of love, hope, or magic in the world could fix that. You and Ari both knew that.

“I still love you, Aram.” You whimpered softly. “No matter if we ever have kids or not, I will always love you.” You assured him.

Ari sobbed softly into your neck, unable to even choke words out. His heart wracked with shame and guilt for the one thing he could not do. No matter how desperate, determined, or delusional he was.

Ari didn't cry much, rarely if at all. In fact, this was only the third time you ever saw him cry, and it broke your own heart to see him so distraught over something that neither of you had control over.

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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I feel attacked. How dare.

(I'm kidding ily)

"What is your creative writing process?" The same as everyone else!

I fucking talk to myself and then never translate that entire interaction properly onto paper

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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We hit 600 followers!!

Thank you guys so much. It means a lot to me that over 600 people enjoy seeing my content. I wish I could give you all a forehead kiss rn

Omg now I need to decide what I'm gonna work on and post next for you guys! I'm so excited that you guys are enjoying the content on my page. You know what's gonna happen...

Another poll!

All of these are technically things I'm already working on, but I want to know what you guys want to see next especially. I'll be hopefully posting a bit more about Jesse Vi on my page this week, as I feel I haven't talked much about my sweet werewolf boy lately lol

If you want to see any sneak peaks of Jesse, Clayton, and Bruce, please go check out and follow the lovely @the-witches-creatures and @silken-moonlight as this is part of a collaborative project "Monster Town" with the two of them and my boys occasionally make an appearance with their boys! They are absolutely fantastic writers as well, so please go and enjoy their content! They have such beautiful minds.

#monster imagine #monster boyfriend #monster fucker

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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Wouldn't readers' pregnant belly be huge?

Like if clayton is 7ft and, for example im 5ft, like that's a big baby

Imagine poor reader trying to get around, lol

Oh god yeah. Clayton is gonna produce some big babies lol easily a 10-14 lbs baby once it's born. The reader would probably look like they're having twins or even triplets possibly. Clayton is aware of his big boy genes, obviously, and it's a big reason why he refuses to let his reader do anything once she gets far enough along in her pregnancy lol

I also like to think that Clayton would make a lot of small house modifications to make things easier on his Honey for when he has to be off at work. Of course, he takes care of the nursery, following your instructions and advice, but he wants to make sure you're safe in the process. This guy straight up got you a new office chair that rolled smoother, so you can roll around the house without the risk of you toppling over. He would have gotten you a walker if you let him lol

#monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster x reader #monster imagine #werebear #werebear bf #werebear x reader

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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Okay okay okay. This is just a tiny drabble, a small tennie tiny thought. So I ready your werebear x reader and I had an idea that stemmed off of the whole breeding thing.

HEAR ME OUT 🙏🏻

Pregnant (with his cub) Reader x Clayton. Fluff+Smut.

CRAVINGS. You know how women get pregnancy cravings when they prego? I feel like Clayton would go above and beyond. Doting on them, totally indulging in their cravings. Food whores. Her feet get swollen? He rubs em. She's repays his kindness by letting him eat her out while she's munching or something LOL

Anyways have a good day and you totally can ignore this. 👋🏻

Lovely (if I may call you that) it's true that great minds think alike, because you have Clayton spot on lol Clayton is well known by friends and family for being a huge teddybear that will dote on anyone he cares about if they need it. His mate is no exception lol

He would go completely overboard once he finds out his mate is pregnant, just trying to make sure his mate is as comfortable as possible. He read that stress isn't good for the baby, so he aims to make you as stress free as possible. He gets you any fancy pregnancy related pillow or gadget he thinks you may need.

This man loves food, and providing food for his partner. But unfortunately he can't cook to save his life. He can work a microwave and an electric kettle, but he can't touch an oven without burning what he's trying to cook. He can make tea or cup noodles whenever his love requests, but he usually ends up getting takeout to indulge your cravings. Especially when you "don't have the energy to cook," but in reality he doesn't want you to have to lift a finger.

This guy will do everything for you so you don't have to worry about moving. He wants to fulfill all your possible physical needs the best he can. You're thirsty? He has your water bottle ready. Your feet are sore? He already started rubbing them. You're horny?... well he can definitely help with that lol

Speaking of 'physical needs', this guy will use all his energy to ensure you're fully satisfied, often sacrificing sleep in the process. But he considers the sacrifice completely worth it. He seems even more eager to help you out whenever you ask, actually.

Towards the end of the pregnancy, he becomes very gentle and treats you like glass tho. He often sticks to just helping you out with oral, making you cum all over his face and tongue. He has to hold back from fucking the daylights out of you with his knot buried inside you when he hears you begging for him to fuck you, but he doesn't think it's safe for the baby. It would take a lot of convincing (begging) to get him to change his mind 👀

Thank you for your message, Lovely! I very much appreciate it 🥺 you're beautiful

I would have Clayton give you (and everyone) a hug if he was real

#monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster x reader #monster imagine #monster smut #werebear #werebear bf #werebear x reader

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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AHHHH!!! omg, omg, omg. i’m in love with your bruce fic!! how is it possible that he’s one of my faves now, only having read one fic of him? 😭

BTW!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! AND YOUR OCS.

drink water and take care of urself, the world luvs ya! <33

I love you man. You're beautiful. Idk who you are, but I wish I could give you a huge hug rn lol I'm so happy you like Bruce!! All my boys hold such special places in my heart, so it makes me so happy to know they're enjoyed by not just me lol

Also, how dare you. I suppose we can compromise tho. I will only take care of myself and drink water if you do lol (all of you)

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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that brucie fic was hot as hell

Brucie is my guilty pleasure fic man rn ngl lol I'm glad you enjoyed him as much as I did! (Sorry I missed your message before. I love and appreciate you 💖❤️ -🍓

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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Hi! I’m a big fan of your work and your writing style.

If you’re still open to prompts(no worries if not):

Perhaps an incubus who falls in love with it’s mark, and struggling to remain composed or ‘professional’ due to their feels?

Please and thank you ❤️

(Omg I love this idea. Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like what I did with it! I'm so sorry this took so long to complete. I wanted to try and do something different with this one to experiment a bit more. Any advice or critique is welcome 😁 I do want to make a part 2 for this eventually, but I honestly have no idea when I'll actually be able to write it. Until then, any ideas for the 2nd part (or a name for him) are more than welcome! Without further adieu, please enjoy the show! - 🍓)

Incubus x Fem!Reader

After starting work at a new office, you've been trying to ignore your incubus coworker and his countless attempts to invite you into the supply closet, or his home after work hours. It's not until he admits that he doesn't just want a one-night stand that you might give him a chance...

Contains: tentacles, sexual tension, bondage (tentacles), gagging, grinding

This wasn't supposed to happen. It never took him more than a few days to convince someone to go home with him. Usually, he was able to do it in a matter of hours, and they ended up bent over his desk. Why were you so difficult? You were just a human. The most beautiful human he had ever seen walk into the office, but just a human either way.

Then why did you turn him down everytime he even walked up to you? Sure he had a rep, but it was a good one. A lot of the other girls at the office considered him good for stress relief, so why wouldn't you let him show you that? Or more importantly, why did he care so much that you kept rejecting him? He couldn't wrap his head around it. He had been rejected in the past and was never all that affected by it. But why did your rejections hurt so badly?

He couldn't feed on anyone else until he had you. The thought of feeding on anyone but you made him feel nauseous. Everyone else smelled terrible in comparison. He even almost gagged once when he was in a morning meeting, and you had called in sick.

You were like a breath of fresh air, and your kindness towards everyone in the office since you arrived made him annoyed. Some of the other monsters in the office were starting to flirt with you after you had rejected him the first time. It made him so angry that you were torturing him like this.

He was done with the casual approach at this point. He couldn't stand having people look at you like he did. He wanted you all to himself, at least for one night. He isn't supposed to get attached to his marks, but he couldn't help it. You had ruined him by simply existing. Everyone he looked at that could be a potential mark were nothing compared to you. They didn't have your body, your voice, your eyes, your smile, or your scent. He just wanted to drown himself in you just once to purge his urges at least, but you wouldn't let him do that.

But today was different. He had a plan. Your team had a short meeting that morning, and he had pretended to leave first, instead waiting outside the door until everyone else had left. He noticed you always stayed back for a few moments to yourself for whatever reason, often just cleaning, but this time, you were going to be staying back for another reason.

All of a sudden, he heard giggling from inside. Your giggling. It was followed by a masculine laugh and the disgusting scent of werewolf flooding his senses. He growled and peered through the crack in the door to see you smiling and giggling with a werewolf that sat next to you during the meeting. His claws dug into the doorframe as he tried to listen in while looking at you through the crack in the door.

"Oh, you're too funny." you said with a sigh, wiping a tear from your eye as you stared up at the handsome young werewolf.

"Why, thank you (Y/n). I take pride in my sense of humor." he said with a cocky smile, leaning into your space as he spoke.

"You should. I always laugh when we talk." You said softly with a sweet smile, seemingly leaning towards him as well.

"Well, how about I get you to laugh later tonight? Why don't we grab drinks after work tonight? There's a bar near my place..." he proposes to you with a smile, his fangs bared.

The door suddenly swung open before you could even contemplate an answer.

"There's a bright yellow sport car in front of the building getting towed. You better go get it, dog." The incubus growled through grit teeth, glaring into the werewolf's eyes.

"Son of a bitch... I'm so sorry, I gotta go. Think about what I said. I'll be expecting your answer after lunch." Ths werewolf softly purred to you before quickly walking outside the room. The incubus wasted no time and swung the door closed, letting it slam.

"What was that about? Coming to try snd get in my pants again?" You spat before rolling your eyes and starting to organize your papers. Gods, you were such a feisty human sometimes. He loved that about you.

"Technically yes." He chuckled, the rumble in his chest more appealing than you'd care to admit. "I didn't want anyone else around."

"I know you won't do anything unless I give my consent." You said bluntly as you tapped your papers together and tucked things away. You knew incubus couldn't do anything without some kind of genuine verbal permission.

"What? Oh fuck no. Nothing like that... Jesus christ, who do you take me for?" He sounded offended as one of his hands came up over his heart.

"A horny incubus that won't leave me alone." You groaned as you turned towards him, going to walk around him. Suddenly, his arm shoots out, blocking your path as he plants his hand on the wall. His claws were peaking out and leaving marks on the wall.

"You don't understand." He growls, a bit harsher than intended before he inhales deeply, trying to calm down as he runs a hand through his hair between his horns. "Once I have my target set on a mark, I can't change it unless they reject me."

"Then why do you keep coming back? I've rejected you so many times... Don't you have plenty of other girls that would be more than willing to give you a snack?" You pointed out how many women were always hanging all over him. It made you sick. Of course you wanted to fuck the hot incubus in the office, but you know yourself. You don't like to share. You like having a partner that's yours and yours alone.

"No. I've never encountered anyone that makes me feel like this..." He leans in towards your face and softly sniffs the air. "You smell so good... I can't think of feeding on anyone else right now... I think I just need a taste... just one night..." His voice is dripping in a pleading tone, bartering, but practically begging for you.

"I can't do that." You said bluntly as you avoided eye contact with him. The heat pooling in your panties didn't help your faltering moral defenses. You knew better. You had to stay firm. Firm like the bulge forming in his dress pants...

"Please?" His deep desperate voice broke you out of your daze as you softly gasped, trying to pretend to be offended instead of turned on as your face turns red and you glare into his eyes.

"N-no! I'm not interested in having a one night stand with you!" You barked, your chest heaving as you stared up at him. Your heart raced as you took in his appearance unintentionally. He was tall and slender, with sharp features. his typically carefully slicked back hair was a bit disheveled from running his hands through it in frustration. His horns were short and blunt usually, but you could see them growing by the moment. In fact, it seemed like his entire frame was growing.

"Oh." He purred. "I get it now." A wicked grin spread cross his face as you tried your best to maintain an annoyed expression. "You haven't been rejecting me because you don't want to sleep with me."

"What?" You jaw slacked open as you looked up at him in shock. "Why else would I be rejecting you?"

"You've been rejecting me because you want me so bad you know you'll want more." He chuckled, his other arm suddenly swinging around to cage you against the wall. "I can tell by how wet you were right now."

"That could have been from anyone else today." You scoffed, but you knew you couldn't pretend you weren't also starting to get desperate. Yiu also couldn't pretend that in an office full of monsters, most of them could probably smell your arousal whenever you had walked into a room.

"I'm an incubus, baby. A demon of pleasure. I can smell it in your blood how turn on you get from being around me." He chuckled with a grin. Fuck. He was onto you. "And it started shortly after I walked in the room..." Double fuck.

"Fuck you." You hissed through grit teeth, your blood pumping as you thought about how many times he must have known you were turned on by his presence.

"Oh babygirl, don't be so hostile. If you wanted more than just one night with me, we could easily arrange that." He starts to lean in close to your face, but you put a hand on his chest and push him back. You couldn't have him in your space like this for long or to hell with your morals.

"Look, I don't sleep with guys unless I'm dating them. I don't do friends with benefits or random office hookups." You finally admitted with a sigh, avoiding eye contact in embarrassment. Your hand on his chest alone was driving him wild. You had never touched him before. He felt his horns getting bigger as he struggled to keep his mostly human form intact.

"Wait, what? Why not?" He said as he finally processed what you said. It was hard to pay attention when you kept touching him.

"Because I know I get attached easily." You admit shyly, your voice nearly whisper quiet as you pulled your hand away. You had his full attention now. "Think about it. You're an incubus that needs to feed on pleasure to survive. You have a good routine going here with everyone else in the office from what I've heard." You let out a shakey sigh as you felt tears start to well in your eyes. "If I'm added into the mix, I know I'm just going to end up hurt... because it already hurts..."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean it hurts?" His voice has changed from frustration to worry mixed with confusion. He didn't understand what was hurting you.

"Excuse me?" You question, a bit confused by his confusion.

"What hurts you right now?" He asks, a bit more clearly as he stares into your eyes and gently cups your face. His touch makes you stiffen, although all you want to do is melt into his hand. As if he has some kind of truth spell on you, you take a breath and let out a soft sigh.

"Y...you do... you hurt me... I see how you talk to the other females in the office... it hurts... ever since I walked into this office I've found you attractive... I've only been here for a few weeks, and I've honestly already been looking to transfer to a different department so I don't have to be around you all the time." You admit softly, averting your gaze before his hand suddenly grabs your face by squishing your soft cheeks.

"What?! Hell no!" He barked with a growl. The thought of you transferring away from him made him enraged. He couldn't let that happen.

"Excuth me?" You mumbled through your squished lips, his grip firm, so you couldn't move, but not harsh.

"You heard me. Hell no." His grip on your face loosens as both his hands move up to hold the side of your head. The look in his eyes is wild, his pupils huge as he doesn't even seem to blink. "You've ruined me, so you don't get to run away from me like that."

"W-what?" You stutter confused, staring back at him as you tried to process his words. What does he mean you ruined him?

"If all you wanted from the beginning was to have me all to yourself, you should have said something." He mutters as his thumbs slowly rub your cheeks. His gentle touch makes you let out an involuntary sigh. "You've made me want no one but you since you got here anyways... your rejections were like being stabbed in the heart... God, without you around, everyone else smells like hot garbage... you smell like fresh summer rain that I wanna drown in forever..." He whispers to you as he moves his hands down your neck and to your shoulders before dropping down your back slowly.

"You really feel like that?" You whisper softly as a shiver goes down your spine. His hands find your hips and hold you firmly in place as he presses his chest against yours. Your arms and papers squish between the two of you as his hot breath bathed your face.

"Yes. I mean every word... if you want to try and date me, I'd be more than happy to only feed from you." He slowly leans down and presses his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as you can feel his hardening bulge against your lower stomach. "I just don't know how much longer I can wait for you... being this close is torture... I can take you on a proper date tonight, but..." His breathing seems to get heavier as you start to hear the ripping of fabric from behind him. "I need you." His eyes were filled with need at he looked like he was about to start drooling over the most deliciousmeal he's ever had. He was starving and desperate to just feel you. "Please."

"I need you too." You finally whispered, breathless yourself as this was finally too much. You hoped he was telling the truth, but your horny brain didn't even care anymore. You needed him just as badly in that moment.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I've needed to hear you say that." He lets out a relieved sigh and chuckles before a dark black tentacle comes out from the darkness and grabs your papers, throwing them onto the table. He wastes no time in pinning you to the wall, his wings bursting out from his back and ripping open the back of his suit. "Shit." He grumbles, quickly just tearing off the rest of the fabric on his upper body as he pulls up your skirt, making you wrap your legs around him as he grinds his bulge against your panties to tease you. You're about to let out a moan as he takes your soft lips in a deep kiss. You instead moan against his lips as your hands find his hair, gently tugging as he moans in return.

He's barely even done anything yet, and he feels like he just had a full meal. Your pleasure was so easy to stir and the buzz it gave him was addicting. This was dangerous. He didn't think you'd actually be so tasty. But you were now quickly becoming his new favorite meal. More tentacles manifested out of the darkness, wrapping around your arms and legs slowly as they explored your body and held you in place. The tentacles were warm and wet against your skin, almost feeling like strange tongues. You feel them pin your arms behind your back, your chest now pushed out as he rips the front of your blouse open. You gasp and squirm a bit about to complain about your shirt being ripped before he quickly silences you with a quick kiss.

"I can get you a new shirt, baby. Just relax and enjoy this." He purrs softly, making you shiver before his lips are back on yours again. He slides his tongue into your mouth and seems to be trying to taste as much of you as he possibly can. Two tentacles slide into your bra and wrap around your breasts, fondling them as they flicked your nipples. He quickly unbuckles his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock from his boxers, rubbing his length between your slick folds. He groans against your lips softly before pulling away to rest his forehead against yours.

Your brain is fuzzy as you look up at him, your eyes drunk with lust and he could swear you had hearts in your eyes. Your eyes flicked downwards and widened as he chuckled. He was bigger than you expected, but you weren't going to shy away from a challenge. However, before you could tell him to go ahead and fuck you, you felt a warm, slick tentacle move your panties to the side before prodding your dripping wet hole and slowly sliding into you. It was thick, stretching you slightly as it wriggled inside you against your most sensitive bumps inside you.

"I can tell you're a needy one... a secret kinky side... I like that." He groans as he bucks his hips against yours, rubbing his cock against your bundle of nerves. Your back arched as you couldn't help but let out lewd moans, another tentacle swiftly sliding into your mouth. "You're really enjoying this. I can't believe you resisted this for so long." He chuckles with a wicked grin. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth as you squirm, your eyes fluttering as the tendril in your pussy plays with your sensitive walls. Your face flushes as you felt yourself starting to get close already.

"Fuck baby... if you taste this good just to play with, I need to know how good you taste when you cum." He pants softly as you notice drool from the corners of his mouth dripping down onto your chest. His eyes are wild with lust as they dart over your body laid out just for him. His cock continues to thrust roughly against your clit, picking up the pace along with the two tentacles inside you. You don't know how much more you can take.

"Cum for me baby." He commands, making you shiver as you suddenly come undone. Your pussy contracts around the tentacle as you gag on the lne in your mouth. Your entire body trembles as you're fucked through your orgasm, the tentacles only pulling away slowly for a moment after you're done cumming. You're panting and gasping for air as the black tendril slides put of your mouth, your pussy red and puffy as the other slides out as well.

You're left whining softly as your pussy clenches around nothing and you try to catch your breath. You want to tell him you wanted more. That you wanted his cock. You needed it. Drool drips down your chin as he leans in to lick it away, pulling his dick away as the black tendrils move you to the large table. He begins licking the sweat from your body, leaving you wet and needy.

Once he finally moves to 'clean' between your legs, you're groaning and moaning softly with need. He licks up your thighs, stopping before touching your pussy. Your squirming in the grip of the tentacles still, bucking your hips as you pray for him to touch you. You're left whimpering and shaking with desire as he fixes your messy panties and pulls your skirt back into place.

"You really are needy." He growls as his eyes finally start to settle from their crazed daze. The tentacles slowly release you and he uses the shreads of his shirt snd jacket to ensure you're cleaned up. "But I can't get too carried away... not yet."

"I wish you could have." You whisper with a cheeky smile as he begins to clean your face of any spit or tears left behind. He chuckles lowly as he holds your face with one of his clawed hands. His eyes still held a burning desire for you, and you knew he saw the same in yours.

"You'll find out tonight. You took the bus today, right?" He asks as he manifested two of his shirts, opening one of them up and sliding it on your arms before beginning to button it up. You notice his more demon-like features starting to slowly go away, showing that he's much calmer now as he takes on his human appearance again.

"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow, wondering why he was asking. It wasn't uncommon for you to just take the bus when you didn't feel like driving in the morning. He quickly finished buttoning the shirt he put on you before putting on a shirt himself now that he won't rip it with his wings.

"Good. You're coming home with me after work." He said with a smirk as he buttoned up his shirt. You whined softly and bit your lip as he now covered himself. He helped you off the table, but held your hips as you stood in front of him now.

"I want you to save that energy for our date tonight."

"Oh really?" You giggle as you run your hand along his chest, undoing the top bottun to let a bit kore of his chest show. "You better finish what you started then." You feel him practically purr as he stares down at you with a mischievous grin.

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strawberrypoundtown · 1 year ago

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OH MY GOD

He's finally here!!! I love Zyran already 😭

What we deserve - Part 1

Tiger shifter x Human nurse

A/N: Hi there my dear moonies. This is the first part of a collab with the wonderful @strawberrypoundtown and @the-witches-creatures please check out their profiles and stories. I am so in love with their characters.

Here you're gonna find out a little more about Zyran and I can't wait to write and read more.

The rain poured down onto the thick glass of the shop window of the large bookstore. Inside, the air had taken on the aroma of freshly ground coffee. The owner had recently invested in a high-end coffee machine for himself and the other workers there.

Zyran Rosefall, a part-time translator and full-time bassist with a love for books, currently stood in front of one of the many bookshelves. Rows upon rows of books, in this case, were romantic novels—typical love stories that were his guilty pleasure. The last few days had been filled with work and little time for himself, so the tigershifter decided to treat himself to a self-date. While he loved his friends and bandmates—Jesse, Teyo, Bruce, Ari, and Clayton—some days he needed a little time for himself.

Today was such a day. This day had been planned by him from morning to night. The bookstore was his first stop, where he browsed and purchased a few new books. Afterward, he would walk to his favorite coffee shop, have breakfast there, and take a peek into one of his new books. This would be followed by a visit to the swimming hall and then a quick return home. A hot bath, a delicious meal, and his evening spent on his couch with his newly acquired books…

As he dreamt of his day ahead, he stood before the books. A soft voice jolted him out of his reverie.

“May I?” you asked, wanting to reach for the books the tall man stood in front of. His gaze snapped down to you, his eyes catching you off guard. “Sure,” he answered, taking a step to the side. You gave him a polite smile, reaching for the hockey romance books at the top, only to sigh in frustration since you were a few centimeters too short to reach them. Damn those tall bookshelves!

“Here,” he said, handing you the book that you had reached for. “Thanks,” you replied, taking the book from him. In his other hand were already two books, both of which you had read already.

“Do you read the books?” you asked him. He nodded. “They are so good,” you said with a brighter smile. “I read them in the span of a day. The stories from those books are connected,” you told him. “Don’t spoil it for me,” was his answer, seemingly a little put off by your talking.

“I didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry for babbling. I just get so excited when I see someone reading the same books as I do.” The apology quickly came from your lips, not the first time and probably not the last time you were apologizing for talking too much. A slight smile tugged at his lips. “It’s okay… I assume you also don’t have people to talk about your books with?” You nodded. “My friends aren’t into the same books, sadly… I have a weakness for those cute love stories.” The man chuckled. “I must admit, I’ve developed one too. Here.” He reached for a book right next to you, pulling it out. “This is my absolute favorite book and the one that got me into these books.” You eyed the cover, powder pink with bright blue letters: Catching the Doctor’s Heart. A smile crept onto your lips as you read the description.

Quickly, you put that book onto your small stack of books. “That’s definitely coming home with me,” you tell him. The man smiles at you, something he doesn’t seem to do very often.

“Glad to be of help.” The man answers. “I’m Zyran. Zyran Rosefall.” He introduces himself. “I’m Y/N L/N. It’s really nice to make your acquaintance.” A chuckle is heard from him. “Any other books you would recommend to me?” Immediately you are on fire: “Absolutely, okay, so here is this - a bear shifter and human romance. Uh and this - an elven prince falls in love with a barista. Oh and let's not forget this one - a romance between a human man raised by shifters who feels all alone meeting a woman in the same situation.” You are so excited and pull the books out to show him.

Immediately, his slender fingers took the books from your hands. He looked at them for a moment before adding them to his stack of books. Zyran stood close to you, and his perfume or aftershave smelled amazing—a scent of eucalyptus and something woody that you couldn't quite identify, but it was absolutely intoxicating. You took a moment to look at him. His dark hair was slicked back, with a few white strands visible. He wore a black turtleneck and dress pants, likely expensive shoes, and a dark coat. In that moment, you realized how attractive he was—something you had simply overlooked in your euphoria about books.

“Those sound amazing. I was in desperate need of some new books,” Zyran told you. You looked up at him with a smile. “I did as well. I have a few days off and wanted to have a cozy weekend, so new books are a must-have.” He chuckled. “I understand. I have a ‘cozy day’ today.” You listened to him and then nodded. “So we have the same mission then. Do you maybe want to get coffee together and talk more about books?” Zyran suddenly smiled widely. “Yes, I have a café I go to regularly. We could go there.”

Thus, the two of you briskly walked to the register, purchased your new books, and exited the bookstore. The rain continued to pour. Zyran opened a black umbrella and gestured for you to take his arm, saying, "Come." A bit surprised, you took his arm, and the two of you walked under the umbrella in silence for a moment. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but rather quite pleasant. Raindrops drummed on the fabric of the umbrella. There were not many people outside, and the street was empty except for the two of you.

“Isn’t it strange?” Zyran asked suddenly. “How all people, no matter the type, love the smell of rain. I’ve never met a human or supernatural who doesn’t.” His smooth voice sounded next to you. You nodded along: “It is strange, isn’t it? For me, it smells a little like nostalgia.” “I agree, it's… nostalgia and new beginnings. I like to meditate, and sometimes I do it outside. One time, it was pouring like it is right now, and…it was such a spiritual experience. It was like everything was cleansed: mind, body, and soul.” You listened eagerly as he leaned down a little so you could hear him better. “That sounds amazing. I have yet to have such an experience.”

With that, the two of you arrived at the cafe. Zyran opened the door for you, and the two of you went in. It was empty except for the barista, who smiled at the two of you. After you took your coats off and put away the soaking wet umbrella, you sat down. Taking a look at the menu, you went back to the counter to order.

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The next two hours, the two of you began talking about books, though you didn’t stay on that topic. You drifted over to music, clothing, and skincare. Seemingly, you share a lot of interests. While you were still more of a creative person, Zyran did a few sporty things too. “I like to believe that if I control my body, I can control my mind as well,” he explained to you while drinking his second coffee. You nodded. “I understand completely. I’m just not that sporty.” He listened and added, “I mean, not everybody is the same. I’m a tiger shifter, so I have it in my blood already.” Your eyes widened. “Is that why your hair has white strands?” you asked him.

Zyran chuckled, he liked you, immediately taking a liking to you while you two were still in the bookshop. Now he sat here with you, talking away and listening. Usually he wouldn’t have agreed on something like this…But you were just so nice and kind, he could not say no. Not when you listened so eagerly to everything he had to say and looked like him with those eyes. It stroked his ego immensely…and honestly he enjoyed this more than he wanted too.

“Yes, that is why my hair has these white strands. I am a white tiger shifter. How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. “I’m a human, but I’ve got nerves made of steel since I am a nurse.” Again he laughed gently, reveling in your humor. “Also, what did you think was the reason my hair was white if not because I was a shifter?” You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want to be rude,” you answered, which made the two of you laugh.

“Let's exchange numbers,” Zyran suggested, for he didn’t want this to end. Yet, he knew it would, sooner or later. "Sure. Here's mine.” You told him and showed him your phone. Quickly, he typed your number into his phone. He sent you a text, and you saved his number.

“I do have to leave later. I still have to go grocery shopping,” you tell him. “Oh, sure. We definitely have to repeat this. I really enjoy talking to you,” he said, his light gray eyes holding your gaze. You nodded with a smile. “I agree. Also, the coffee is on me,” you said to him. He arched an eyebrow. “Forget it, it's on me.” A smirk spread across his face. “The first person at the counter invites the other,” he said, and both of you quickly got up. Both of you hurried to the counter, trying to pay, but Zyran was quicker. “Hah!” he exclaimed with a laugh, grinning down at you. “I was faster, sweetheart.” You pouted but had to laugh as well. “Next time is on me, then.” Again, he smirked at you. “Sure thing…”

Both of you then got your things and said goodbye. Sadly the two of you had to go into different directions.

Zyran thought about you the whole day, even when he was in the bath reading his new books; you invaded his mind. The way you laughed made him feel warm inside, and your scent drove him insane. Were you aware of how good you smelled to him? Probably not. The way you had gently taken his arm when offered...usually he hated when people touched him...but your touch felt different. It felt safe and welcome...

Suddenly, he remembered that the two of you hadn't even talked about your jobs. He knew you were a nurse, and you knew he was involved in music, but that was it. It had been so easy to talk to you. While it felt good, it scared him a bit.

Another hour later he couldn’t take it anymore.

Zyran: It was wonderful talking to you today, sweetheart. I'd like to repeat that. Do you have time for me tomorrow?

Y/N: In the afternoon, I do have time. Do you want to go to the coffee shop?

Zyran: We could also have dinner together? I know an amazing Japanese restaurant.

Y/N: I love Japanese food. Let's go there together.

Zryan: Wonderful! I would like to pick you up, if that would be all right with you. I own a motorcycle.

Y/N: I've never sat on something like that before, but I definitely want to try it.

Zyran: Wonderful. Then good night, sweetheart.

Y/N: Good night, Zyran. Sleep well.

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