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[kim-monsterlings]

Ren - M Tiefling x F Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for @thejabberwokk​​ <3

Matches will be under the read more! Do not repost my work - it is copyrighted.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; reader is uncomfortable in public, tail intimacy (touching the reader’s leg), flirting, intimate touches (face touching, cheek kisses, hugging), use of blindfolds (on both characters), slight orgasm denial, receiving fingering and oral (+ orgasm), reader in lingerie (+ stockings), heavy allusion to more

Masterlist // Monster Match Info + Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Headcanon

If not for your dislike of being so alone, you may never have met Ren.

Your friends were still too far yet to meet you, and your booking with the café opposite wasn’t for another few minutes – too early to arrive by yourself. No matter how many hours had passed in your hometown, and countless more since the opening of the café, finding yourself alone unsettled you; loneliness had you lost in the crowd of people surging around you, until you were forced back against a wide stretch of wall.

Today wasn’t an occasion you were prepared for, and your book was left at home. There was so little to distract from the heat clamouring through your chest until a swishing, fur-tipped tail swung before you.

“Mind if I join you?”

Rouge claws traced over the slender knuckles of his hands held before his hips, the steady movement not enough to stop your scrutiny following the stranger’s frame higher to wide horns curling forth from his crown to a blunt tip at his temples. Feathered eyebrows rose, and in your deliberation, they chose to seat themselves beside you.

There was nothing wrong that, nor a little company.

Except now for his gentle smile, hands folded carefully now in his lap. His tail hadn’t ceased its soft movements. When it curled to your ankle and you couldn’t help your frown, the tiefling next you returned the same grimace, and it twined around his thick boot.

“Sorry. I’m not interrupting?”

How could you tell him that you would rather be alone, but that you wanted him to stay, too, so you weren’t left by yourself in such a large space?

The right words didn’t come to mind.

“I come to sit here, sometimes. I work a little down the road.”

His tail began to curl again. Short, close sways at first, until the fluffy end stroked against your leg.

This time, you didn’t react. It was comforting.

“Sitting here calms me when it’s been a long day.”

”You had to say something.

“I don’t like sitting alone.”

His smile stretched wide until the faint warmth of his red eyes seemed to brighten. “Good thing I needed a break today, then.”

Better sitting with a stranger than alone, anyway.

Until the silence crept into an extended pause, and your friends still hadn’t arrived, and you said, “we come for the board games.”

In return for purchases - plenty to choose from in the dessert stand, guests were free to use the board games offered as entertainment. It had lured you and your friends there, and it had become routine.

Teeth bared on a grin, he curled his leg beneath him on the wall and turned to you, the length of his tail somehow closer to you than him. “You know, they hold friendly quizzes on a Friday–“

“I know.”

“Oh?” He teased.

With his cheek in his hand, leaning closer but never too close, the last moments until your friends arrived were some you never wanted to end. It was only when you made to leave that the touch of his tail tightened. Plans made – and names finally exchanged, you left with a lingering warmth in your chest like that on your leg.

Trivia night was better with Ren.

He said nothing of your arrival among your friends and you were grateful.

In such a short time of meeting him, you chose to lean into the arm extended over your chair and took pleasure in how he was left without words when you bought him a drink.

Standing together outside as you waited for your lift home, Ren tucked your hair back, his hand lifted slowly enough you softened into him. His fingertips traced the shell of your ear and the small piercings tucked beneath your shaggy hair, and he asked you then, thumb stroking over your temple, if you could return next week.

“My friends are busy.”

“Oh,” he said. His smile never faltered. “I had fun. Another time?”

You drew in a breath. “I’m not the best teammate-“

“Nonsense.”

“Ren,” you whispered.

He turned to his shoulder against the wall and this time when his tail wound over your soft thigh, neither of you feigned surprise. “I’d love to spend the evening with you again, if that is what you’re hinting at?”

The uneven lift of your smile coaxed his touch lower.

“I take lunch breaks around one in this very same café. Maybe I’ll see you there this week.”

“We’ll see.”

Not even a full day later, you shared his lunch break with your favourite board game occupying the table. His tail never left your leg.

Drabble

“Question.”

Light breaths hinted at Ren’s location. Even without your sight, your remaining senses hadn’t heightened. He was deliberately soft on his feet so that the fleeting kiss on your cheek left you tingling, an unrestrained gasp lifting your chest. You cleared your throat of your surprise, head turning in the direction you felt him kiss from, though he was likely on your other side now, waiting to torment you further.

“Answer.”

His laugh was deeper than usual, and your stomach fluttered. “What noun-” he was beside you, breath on your ear, “defines someone tempting another, sexually?”

He was standing at the end of the bed.

Claws tickled from your ankles travelling higher, following the thin stockings over the bend of your knees as they fell wider. In this little outfit – a set you were sure he loved, the answer was there on the tip of your tongue, but then Ren was letting his hands fall over your thighs as he settled above you. Now he didn’t turn away from your attempts to hold him close; at least with your fingers running over his lithe frame, you wouldn’t be tempted to free yourself of your blindfold.

“Would you like a hint?”

It had been a present for him.

Though it was your trivia knowledge contributing to your team’s success each week, Ren’s presence had the importance of boosting morale – particularly yours. With infrequent cheek kisses and the promise of spending a little longer with you when the evening was over working so well, you wanted to thank him. This surprise had certainly caught him off guard, but it had turned against you so quickly.

“Hint,” he said, and you felt the exhale on your lips. He remained just out of reach when you lifted your chin. “There is little intent of giving satisfaction.”

Your heart fell and his name became a plea, but he was finally touching you. Ren sucked on your lip and fell away too easily when you tried to beckon him closer. Lips lingering over decorated lingerie, he nudged his way between your legs and groaned against your soft skin.

The blindfold had been part of his gift, too.

Since you were dressing up in an outfit sure to make him fall to his knees, he could wait to admire you. It was perhaps your fault for making him wait too long, too content just to guide his hands over the pretty set blindly.

Now when he undressed you – all but your stockings, you wished you could take it back.

“Tease.”

The threat of being left without satisfaction brought your thighs to close around his wrist, but it held him there, his touch focused on stroking over your clit until your body jumped. Ren kissed the lift of your hips and down, unable to fight against the heat building in your navel as he found you fluttering, thighs beginning to tremble.

He kissed you to a crest, lips parting around your throbbing nerves, tongue lapping at your body – always wanting to leave little marks behind. You shifted and sought hold of his horn, clutching his crown to anchor him just there.

“I’m so – I’m so close,” you rasped.

“You’re too pretty for me to not give in,” he whispered, and brought you to fall with long, curling fingers until your blindfold dislodged as you trembled. Ren dragged out your pleasure as you nudged the mask completely free, watching as he sucked you from his knuckles.

He looked up, hands falling to his buckle.

“Keep the stockings on.”

[foxgloveprincess]

ooo multiples of 5!!

5. who do you feel most you around?

I want to say no one. But probably my sister. To be honest, I don’t feel like I let anyone really see the whole picture of me. She’s the one that’s probably seen the most and who I’m willing to show the most.

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

@kim-monsterlings Monster Match 

She’s such a great writer and she accepted my request to write one for me. I can’t wait. 💜

15. for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

ah ha! Since you didn’t send an emoji, I’m just gonna do one for you. (i hope that’s okay) 😊

@peachyteabuck - righteous. adj. morally right or justifiable; virtuous. OR (U.S. slang) very good; excellent 

(both definitions apply in my opinion. just cause I always see you on my dash fighting the good fight against bigotry and hatred. you’re really awesome and you’ve taught me so much and made me question my own privilege and perspective. thank you for that.)

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

I’mma be honest. A really good cuddle session. 

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

Gift giving is not my main love language, but it is really high up there for me. And the best personal gift someone could give me is something that makes me feel seen. It doesn’t really matter what it is, like a homemade card or a playlist. I just like when I feel like the other person has really understood me on a personal level—that’s the gift I cherish.

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Laughter in the kitchen. Fresh baked cookies. A warm blanket fresh from the drier. 

[acreepqueen]

Tag Game!

Thank you for tagging me!!! @kim-monsterlings

This post got kinda long so all the questions are under the cut!

1. Why did you choose your URL?

At first I wanted the name thecreepqueen, but that was already taken so acreepqueen it was. There isn’t any sort of deeper meaning behind it, it was just kinda spontaneous as I didn’t really expect people to see my blog! (´╹〽╹`)

2. Any side blogs?

I’ve got an art blog that is mostly inactive and one fandom blog that I don’t post on very often.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Oh gosh! I think it’s been three years since I leapt into the abyss. I started my blog in late 2019 on a whim and it's been around ever since then.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I’m not entirely sure what that is but I don’t think so! ^~^

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Well, I started reading stories by bigger blogs in the exo community (monstersandmaw, cozycryptidcorner, etc.) and I made this blog in order to like and engage with their posts. One thing led to another and I ended up writing a story of my own. (I think Servio’s story was the first ever on this blog and it still needs editing horribly!)

6. Why did you choose your icon?

It was originally supposed to be a placeholder icon until I got around to designing one, but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet it seems! I used a really awesome Picrew to do it that I no longer remember.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I like green and the forestry theme matched with the blog! Much like my icon, I plan on eventually designing one for myself that’s a bit more personalized.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

My most recent story that was a prompt fill from @monsterkinkmeme (who you should totally check out) actually has the most notes on my blog! You can read it here for yourself: Howling with Laughter

9. How many mutuals do you have?

4 or 5 I think!

10. How many followers do you have?

Uh... good question!

....

Guess I should do a 1K follower special thing! ...Or maybe just finish up my monster matches... hah.

11. How many people do you follow?

59!!!

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Probably but my memory is short-term at best!

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Maybe like an hour to two hours a day (Not counting time spent writing for the site just scrolling through posts and blogs).

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Thankfully, no!

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I do like it when people reblog my posts, but I don’t want people to ever feel like they have to or they’re obligated to because they like them. I like sharing my story and that’s enough for me! Honestly, I prefer comments over-reblogs as I wanna know what people have to say about my work more than I want my work to reach more people. Although, this is just me personally and I don’t think it’s wrong to remind others to reblog posts of yours they like!

16. Do you like tag games?

I adore them!

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes! Absolutely yes! Ask me anything at anytime and I’ll try my very best to answer it!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

THEY ALL SHOULD BE FAMOUS!!!! (I honestly don’t know lol)

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope, but I think all of them are wonderful!!

20. No pressure tags:

@siderealmusings @buildmeafairytale

[kim-monsterlings]

Jem - M Naga x F  Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for @reeplaysvideogames <3

Matches will be under the read more!

Content: NSFW/Lemon; size difference (faintly), throat kisses, use of endearment “little one,” fluffy flirting, slight teasing, receiving fingering, alluding to more

Masterlist // Monster Match Info + Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Headcanon

First seeing Jem followed him moving into the empty apartment across from yours.

Obsidian scales scattered in small diamonds from his wide tail, coiled tight in the narrow hallway. Peeking from the low chest of his shirt, they reflected along his collarbones.

Everything to him was sharp, angular, and tense. Muscular and strong, not a scale nor hair as dark out of place.

And if you lingered to peer through the peephole until your new neighbour locked himself inside, it wasn’t to his knowledge.

Moving in some time ago, you hadn’t introduced yourself to neighbours. Only after passing in the lift or walking into the building together had you befriended the half-demon to one side and orc to the other.

You wouldn’t be introducing yourself to him.

Something of the mass of coils unnerved you, in the way of his face hardening beneath glinting scales, light catching a sharp fang jutted against his bitten lip.

Least of all things would you want to finally meet him after a long day, returning from collecting your medication and aching.

Facing a thin-lipped naga almost baring his fangs forced you to a stop.

He barred your door. Not maliciously - you hoped, but by sheer size, with the length of his tail unable to remain contained. Scaled fists dug tight to his chest, lowering the thin shirt and revealing the glimmer of the diamond pattern running down.

When he smiled, it looked more of a grimace; like it didn’t fit on his face.

“Need a hand?”

After quiet introductions, Jem offered himself whenever you needed him. He spoke softer around those fangs, though they hardly worried you when his stance loosened at your returning smile.

People avoided him, he told you. People skirted around him as well as they could, so you returned the same offer to him a breath before returning indoors; that you would accept his help, should he seek you for company.

When he asked you out for a drink, his shoulders stooped low and his sharp teeth bit into his lip. “As a date,” Jem whispered. The slight lisp to his words brought flutters to your navel. His tail lifted him well above you to crowd the hallway, but he remained conscious of his height, his tail never stilling. “Tonight?”

You asked him inside instead, and woke curled into his warm coils, Jem’s cheek to your crown, his hand fallen to stroke your waist.

Jem bundled you close on days you were too worn to go further than your lounge. He’d ask you to teach him how to play your favourite game and sometimes play with you, though often choosing to distract you from a building fatigue with sweet kisses to your temple.

The night he first slept with you in his arms, it was from his thumbing through your old books, finding one with faded pages and a broken spine. Jem teased – “let me read to you, little one,” - the book lifted above his shoulder and well out of your reach until you sunk into the sofa.

Not for long. He liked you in his arms.

Jem loved when you read to him, with his cheek to your thighs and your fingertips following the scales running along his nape.

Drabble

Jem settled you gently into a loop of his coils. Not long ago, you had tucked a newly cut key into his coat pocket before he left for his own bed, a gift he discovered at home and used moments later to lift you into a tight hug. That gift beckoned him not to his flat but yours after dreary days apart, until he crept against you, scales rasping before he rested with lips soft to your cheek.

Having him close coaxed you into resting. The ease of his deep breaths lulled you, soothing the aches persisting from the moment you woke. Your last dose hadn’t been too long before your boyfriend returned and was yet to hit, but his warmth already tempted you into curling deeper to his arms.

“Someone’s reading ahead,” he murmured, a hand heavy on your hip. Prying touches stroked beneath your shirt to tug you firmer to his broad chest. Jem’s lips curled and drew on your earlobe in such a way that had your breath hitching. “Let’s go to bed.”

The fine print of the pages blurred with his arm winding down to your thighs. “I’m not tired.”

“No?”

“No.”

His touch changed in the slightest of ways. Where he held you close became a firmer embrace, his fingers gripping your thigh tighter. Jem stroked higher and whispered, “you’re so beautiful.” He nuzzled against your throat. “Not too sleepy?”

Your words trembled with his hand running over your chest. “Not yet.”

“Read to me, little one.” Jem slid his fingers along your hips and lower, tracing beneath your loose clothing to tease a gasp from you. His touch fell away as fast, slow, faint and ignoring where you ached for him. “I missed your lovely voice. Please?”

Beneath you, heavy coils rasped. Their weight warmed you like the mound of his palm against your low nerves, easing as you tried to look through the haze misting your stare. The book slanted in your slackened hold from Jem’s finger crooking. His scaled knuckle stroked deeper and returned the fog clouding your book.

Jem muffled his soft laugh with you side-tracked, fingers tight to his wrist. You urged him lower and let your thighs fall apart. The pad of his thumb ran in slow circles to your clit, the pace taunting enough you almost reached for the book so he would pleasure you how you needed.

“Jem,” you whispered, face turned back to him. “Please.”

His lips flushed pulled against his teeth. “Bed?”

With the dull pains and the weakness in your knees from his touches, you hugged him tight. “Carry me?”

“Like I wouldn’t, little one.”

[kim-monsterlings]

Monster Match Masterlist - CLOSED

Once finished, monster matches will be uploaded here rather than my main exophilia masterlist!

Monster Match Count: 24

Last Updated: 03/12/2021

Masterlist // Monster Match Info // My Ko-Fi

01, Jem - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

02, Luca - M Werewolf x F Human (Reader) // SFW

03, Janus - M Minotaur x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

04, Valo - M Drider x AFAB NB Human (Reader) // NSFW

05, Kiana - F Werebear x F Human (Reader) // SFW

06, Sahn - M Lizardfolk x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

07, Elsie - F Vampire x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

08, Kyo - M Oni x F Human (Reader) // SFW

09, Niran - M Rakshasa x M Human (Reader) // SFW

10, Dana - F Ghost x NB Human (Reader) // NSFW

11, Ronan - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // SFW

12, Kip - M Bat Person x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Grapefruit

13, Deon -  M Tiefling x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

14, Olwen - F Succubus x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

15, Laurel - NB Forest Guardian Fae x F Human (Reader) // SFW

16, Alwyn - NB Moth x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

17, Levi - M Harpy x F Human (Reader) // SFW

18, Tyr - M Firbolg x NB Human (Reader) // NSFW

19, Bastian - M Fae x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

20, Emyr - M Selkie x F Human (Reader) // SFW

21, Vin - M Orc x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

22, Keir - M Drider x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

23, Noemi - F Faun x AFAB NB Human (Reader) // NSFW - birthday present for @weasleasley​ <3

24, Ren - M Tiefling x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

[kim-monsterlings]

Noemi - F Faun x AFAB NB Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

This is a birthday present for the lovely, lovely @weasleasley​ - I hope you’ve had the absolute best day you angel <3

Content: NSFW/Lemon; lots of fluff, baking, tentative friendships, intimate touches (hand holding, hugs), teasing and flirting, kissing, light groping, straddling, thigh riding, light voyeurism, use of endearment “honey”, giving oral (no release + self-denial), nipple play, giving and receiving fingering (+ release), kissing, alluding to more

Masterlist // Monster Match Info + Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Headcanon

Only one welcome mat decorated the long hallway, and it hadn't been there the day before.

You hadn't seen nor heard anyone moving into the long vacant flat, though that wasn't so uncommon. Often coming and going, busying yourself with visits to friends and day trips out, they must've moved in some time the evening before.

Still, three days from its appearance, you hadn't seen your newest neighbour.

Those three days were the longest since moving in.

Nobody had sought you out during your first week, nothing more than passing smiles given in greeting, but you had wished for more then. If they felt the same, trapped in their new home, in a building of strangers, you wanted to be the one to welcome them.

Every morning you returned home early - either just finishing a swimming class or meeting a friend to walk their dog, you lingered longer at their door. Their flat number was so stuck in your head now that as you left, the buzzers for each flat drew you close.

One had a new label.

Noemi.

Knowing their name worsened the ache in your chest and maybe subconsciously, on day four when you passed the time with fresh blueberries and muffin tins, you made a little too much. So much it overflowed into more muffin cases, an overflow your friends wouldn't take after receiving chocolate bread days before.

Noemi - someone you still had yet to meet, seemed the perfect recipient, and you were carrying the fresh muffins down the hall before they had even cooled.

Though once the doorbell rang, muffled steps nearing, you struggled for what to say.

All planned greetings vanished as the locks twisted back, the door opening just an inch on a chain.

Muffins darkened by fruit juices lifted in your hands as you smiled. "I'm down the hall - number seven. Hi."

They closed the door.

Fresh muffins suddenly smelled bitter, a weight in your hands too much now. Whether you had been mistaken in thinking they would want a welcome or if the offering had been a mistake only taunted you for the time it took to release the chain latch.

Hair darker than yours in even the colder seasons tucked over her shoulders in loose braids, brought together by one golden band; golden like the thin hoops in the droop of her wide ears, like the chain curled from the base of her left horn at her temple. Both horns split at the top, segmented like smaller antlers.

While you lost your voice, she whispered, "they're for me?"

Her voice was even sweeter than the muffins. "Blueberry."

Noemi's hands fluttered by her hips and you followed her flowing dress from where it wrapped at her chest, down to her thighs darkened by thick fur. You wondered if it was soft, not quite thick enough to conceal the dip of muscle as she fidgeted on cloven hooves.

"You made them? For me?"

Unintentionally, though you would never say so. Her hands touched yours in lifting the burdened tub and wafted the warmth of freshly baked muffins, her plump lips curling at the corners.

"I've never baked."

"I could show you how."

With barely a conversation between you, the words somehow fell into the pause. By some miracle, she didn't deflect or close the door again.

Instead, she tucked the muffins closer to her chest. Her honeyed eyes crinkled when she laughed. "I'd like that."

Introductions led into setting a date and time for the coming weekend. Just that first meeting promised a good afternoon, though Noemi came late; not too late, but after long enough of a wait that you began to finish the pattern of granny squares you crocheted to occupy yourself.

It hardly mattered once you began baking.

One question coaxed a story from her, filled with soft laughs and side glances as she spoke, and you were content to stand close and listen - only occasionally directing her with the cake mix. 

Noemi spoke of the jewellery she made suited for her horns and ears, and when she mentioned seeing your crochet hooks, you almost forgot to reply, so taken by her paying such attention to you.

It was in your pause she touched her arm gently to yours. Such a brief touch, you wondered if it had really happened, but you felt her warmth long after she'd left, paired with a flutter in your navel as she smiled. "I want to hear more about you."

You never expected more than one afternoon together.

Curls still damp from swimming that morning tickled your nape when you turned at your name. Noemi woke nearly as early as you, learning so after asking about your home here, and opened her door as you passed.

"Could you show me around sometime? I'm new to the area." Long ears twitched then, and she bit back a smile. "Maybe somewhere a little more green?"

Your friendship blossomed with ease.

Never needing to panic for conversation, never an uncomfortable lull, the trips into the woods together started out short, slowly becoming longer. You carried a picnic bag up and in return, she helped to set up the same area beneath a large tree.

Little touches came with the friendship.

Noemi offered her hand to help you stand, a gentle hug always the parting gift. You welcomed it, though it left you sometimes in a daze, especially when out. You were left behind to watch as Noemi headed downhill, the back of her dress lifting a little with the twitching of her small tail beneath.

Busy days had always passed quickly before, but out with friends now, you thought of Noemi, and came home to spend the evening sharing stories from your days apart. She nestled beside you on the sofa, her full cheek dimpled as she rested against her palm, equally content to listen to you.

Little things came to mind when you began anticipating her touches - more than parting hugs.

Like her fingertips soft on your round cheek, tucking back freed curls, or how she always looked back to you in every conversation to ask, "what about you?"

Straightening her welcome mat became a habit when you passed, until it became more.

Needing more.

So when she lingered before leaving and offered to host you in her home the next day, you never hesitated.

Noemi welcomed you into her home and arms, a light coating of flour on her hands from laying out the ingredients. "I'm a little behind, but I couldn't cancel," she whispered. "I would miss you if I did."

Whichever of your hobbies she asked after came naturally to her.

Her baking was always sweet, a treat to indulge in. Noemi fell back into her sofa and tucked her long legs close, the hem of her dress slipping to reveal her upper thighs, the dips of her hips.

Sugar still on her lips, she turned her cheek on the cushions, the chains on her antlers like music in the comfortable quiet.

"You don't have to leave."

Her palm came to the curve of your cheek as she followed your soft jaw down, resting her thumb beside your lips.

She crept closer.

"We don't have to rush anything, either."

You were already falling between the spread of her legs when you teased, "rush what?"

Noemi's laugh came breathless. "Let me kiss you, honey."

It was all at once and nothing at all, the rush of having her close and pressed to you. Her hands followed yours in exploration, learning what made your body tremble as you sought the same.

Her flat nose touched yours, tracing over the freckles in your cheeks while you stroked backwards through her fur on her thighs. You came together and rested back in a shared embrace.

Drabble

Again and again, the stitch marker caught your fingertips. The last stitches hadn't been your best - pulled too tight in your drifting focus, the yarn tangling around your hook - but with Noemi beside you, concentrating on the intricacies of a granny square was beyond your ability. It wasn't as captivating as following the crooking of her fingers, weaving through yarn or smoothing over her dress when she stretched. She would bump into you and a smile would be shared, until she decided to leave her thigh flush against yours, that warmth rising to a burn. 

The last of the squares could be finished tomorrow.

You weren't able to wait for Noemi to finish the row of her pattern before lifting up on your knees and covering her hands. She surrendered her work without fight as you tucked it aside with yours. 

"Noemi?" 

She caught your wrists and lured you closer with a sigh. "Finally." 

It had been you inciting this sudden rush, but now, as your thighs came over hers, you felt lost. Noemi guided you to straddle her, and it was with the tipping of her chin that you kissed, wanting too much too quickly. You needed to be closer and leaned back from her sweet lips to see her nod as you touched the strap of her shorter dress. The desire to memorise her taste clouded you when you kissed her throat, feeling her pulse skip beneath your lips, down to her clavicles until she breathed your name. 

One touch from her, and you succumbed to leaning close. Noemi curled her arm over your lower back and held you where she wanted. Her thigh tensed and lifted, dragging flush between yours. You wanted to be the one making her shudder and cry, but standing back on unsteady legs, she followed you up with a smile of swollen lips. 

"Let's go to my room," you whispered. 

So often, you sought to lead, but Noemi stole your breath with the simplest of moves. Her dress pooled around her ankles as she moved from the lounge. You followed nearly staggering after her, torn from watching the sway of her hips or the fluff of her tail above her rear. 

"Noemi?" 

However you wished to verbalise your plea, you couldn't. She turned at the end of your bed - right where she left you, crawling back onto it. Her legs lifted close to her hips, baring softer, glistening hair. 

Her blunt horns tangled in your covers, chains dragging with her every groan. Fingers you wanted to replace with your own trailed from her rising chest over dark nipples, down to where she ached. The sight beckoned you closer. 

You wanted to make her gasp, make her cry and turn into the sheets. 

Though she ignored you, lost to her own touch - tempting enough, you almost fell back to please yourself, but kissed from the dip of her knee up to her knuckles. Deep breaths teased you. 

"Noemi, please." 

"Go on, honey," she whispered, and used her fingers to spread herself for you. With her still gently touching herself, you could stroke back through her fur in the way that had her throat tightening, your other hand curling at her wide hip to hold her close. 

She tasted sweet on your tongue, with one kiss coaxing her hips from the bed. Noemi filled the room with her gasps and deeper cries. You leaned even closer, chasing the relief she was so close to. Strong thighs clenched against you as you closed your lips over her clit, relishing in her moans when you lapped at her and her cries when she sucked around her. 

"Little lower - that's it." 

Noemi stroked back your hair - a move so affectionate, your own body thrummed, nudging you down. She warmed your tongue when you flattened it to stroke firmer, her body fluttering around you, so close- 

"Not yet." 

You fell into her embrace when she lifted you up. "I wasn't done."

"Not important until you're satisfied, honey. Lift your arms for me?" 

As you had been before - helpless with her thigh rocking against you, Noemi cradled you to her lap. She undressed you slowly, time not of importance, mindful of what her touches did to you. Her knuckles grazed your bare chest when she moved lower. From hearing your breath catch, her lips rose, coming to soften around your nipple. She hummed - still attentive, finding you weaker when she pressed warmer kisses across your chest, and distracted you perfectly. 

When her palm cupped between your thighs, you groaned. Her thumb rolled over your sensitive nerves in repeated circles. "Tell me you're okay." 

"I'm okay," you whispered. "Keep going. Please." 

Her touch tucked lower, closer. You circled her wrist to push her further and you arched up when she stroked against your walls. "That feeling nice, honey?" Noemi rested her forehead to yours, lips hovering. "Feels like you're nearly there, hm?" 

The tremors began when her pace hastened - fingers rolling and your nerves so sensitive. It came to a peak when you found her as wanting, mimicking her movements against her own clit. You came around her with a sharp cry and she tasted herself on your tongue when she swallowed your whines, determined to have her follow you. 

Her soft tail tapped still against the sheets long after you regained your breaths. With her horns carefully angled back, Noemi laid by her cheek on your chest. When you traced a little higher from her thigh on your hip, she nestled closer, her breath warm on your nipple as she kissed you. 

It was like any other moment together - that familiar peace and comfort embracing you. She sighed, her hand squeezing yours. "I don't like hiking," she said. "But I like you." 

You closed your eyes as she kissed her way lower. "I like you, too."

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Luca - M Werewolf x F  Human (Reader) // SFW Monster Match

Monster match for @foxgloveprincess​​ <3

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Content: SFW/Orange; teasing, throat kisses, receiving compliments, lots of fluff

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Headcanon

Only once had the figure creeping from the woods frightened you.

To look up at the garden light coming on so late to find a creature bowed low to all fours, expecting no more than a passing rabbit or a trick of the wind, had you staggering from your window.

Where you had been quietly humming along with your music, now you struggled to withhold a cry. It wasn't so uncommon for stragglers to pass by the woods - often chasing that same bunny, but they never crossed property lines.

This one did.

Lifted onto strong hind legs, more a beast than wolf, his front paws rose too, almost in a poor attempt at surrender.

You were indoors, safe behind locked doors with only the window open before you, but still reaching for your phone. Just in case.

"The cake," he'd called out, coming no closer than a slow step until you tensed.

The window was open enough for you to feel the rumble of his voice in your chest, but wide enough that had he tried, even hands as large as his, clawed as they were, would fit through.

"It smells good. Really good."

It happened that the night he first passed by your home was a full moon. Though he didn't need to take on this form, it was harder to maintain his human one.

And you liked this side of him; that of a beast standing far taller on a body of tight muscle, tail swaying slowly, fur darker nearer his stomach. Expressive ears twitched, responding to your calming breaths on the evening he dared approach you.

The scent of your baking had lured him nearer; it brought him to you.

"Do you… do you want some?"

From then, you soon learned his favourite treats, after teasing him - "are you allowed to eat chocolate?" - and memorising which of your recipes made his Adam's apple tighten on a groan.

You joined him outside not long later.

Until waiting one night for him, when the creature emerging wasn't your wolf, but a stranger with sharper eyes and darker-tipped ears.

Not your Luca, but he wasn't far behind, passing the stranger with a low snarl they remained unbothered by.

Luca reached for you carefully like you would shy from him, of all people. Large hands stroked from your round hips and up, curling into your back.

"He's a friend - Ollie. He's faster than I am," he said quietly, as soft as he could still non-human. "Are you okay?"

"Now you're here."

You had said it fleetingly, something so simple in passing until it came to you again the next night when he returned alone. You were quicker to embrace him.

"I missed you."

Luca's shrinking body tightened against you before he rested his forehead to yours, his natural height not much taller than you. "Yeah?"

"I want to see you more," you told him. "Not only at night."

"I'd like that, too." His thumb rubbed slow circles along your waist, following the line of where you softened against him. He pulled you closer by a hand running through your hair so he could whisper to your lips, "you're special to me."

Drabble

On days nearing the fullest moon of the month, Luca came to you often a breath away from sleep. His body would curl around you before changing after greeting you with a flutter of kisses, his hands following the curve of your waist, before he warmed beneath a blanket you always laid ready for him.

Tonight, he came earlier. With a whistle from the door to follow the song you sang through, a strong arm wound about your waist, a hand loosely covering your eyes.

"Guess who?"

Leaning into his hot, bare chest, you hummed. "Ollie?"

He pinched your hip. "Very funny, beautiful."

With a feigned gasp, turning just enough to meet him for a soft kiss, you said, "you're early tonight."

Already settled outside were cushions, the blanket folded ready for his usual time of arrival - twenty minutes past, but tonight he hardly seemed tired, bringing you back to him before leaning his cheek to your shoulder.

"Missed you," he mumbled. Luca teased you with light kisses following your jaw, tucking your short hair behind your ear. "Is this a new necklace? It looks lovely on you."

"It's the same necklace I wear everyday."

"Well, it's pretty."

You flushed, reaching up to stroke his cheek. His grin wasn't an uncommon sight; he loved to watch you fluster, to spur it deeper and have you tuck closer, warmed by a touch running along your thighs and back.

"Why are you early?"

He stood taller, leaning around you to the counter. "What did you make me?"

You cleared your throat. "Who said I made you anything?"

Luca nodded slowly, head tilted. He moved closer, lips soft to your cheek, parting enough you felt the heat of his tongue. "Tastes like sugar, but you always taste sweet to me."

The laugh you couldn't suppress now rose and you pushed him back. "The cake is cooling. It's your favourite. Go sit down, and I'll bring it out."

You watched him turn, eyes not straying too far down the bare muscle of his back, before lifting the cake from the tin. By habit, you hid it so not to spoil the surprise, even if his good senses betrayed it.

Luca lifted his furred arm as you came out, your blanket already wrapped around him. "It's colder tonight," he said, nosing your cheek.

You settled down against his strong thighs, only really leaning into him once the fur of his tail stroked along your free arm. The other passing him cake, you shared a peaceful silence, one coming before Luca's contented growl, head heavy on your shoulder.

"I love when you bake me things," he rumbled, lifting the blanket to your shoulders as you laid the plates aside, running your fingers up through the warmer fur of his chest. "And, you."

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Kiana - F Werebear x F Human (Reader) // SFW Monster Match

Monster match for @hannabisssssssss​​ with request here <3 thank you so much for the ko-fi!

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Content: SFW/Citrus; reader caught in a rope trap, saviour trope, light flirting and fluff, fear (of another bear), fluff and faint allusions to intimacy, close touches, cuddling, kissing

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Headcanon

Perhaps venturing farther into the woods than you had before wasn't so smart, not with dusk clouding through the amber canopy.

Though, that had been your reason for coming, for creeping deeper from the tree line on the day the leaves finally began falling to blanket the roots almost tripping you.

The thin veins of leaves made for beautiful canvases, nature's palette ready to be decorated.

With the forest floor concealed, so had been the thick netting triggered by your misplaced footing.

Dangling from a splintered branch and dizzying with each spin made you seize tight. Every muscle locked in an effort to halt the swinging, with your fingers curling tight to the rough rope in the hopes it wouldn't burn so badly as it dragged down your bare arms and cheeks.

With every struggle, the thin rope suspending you twisted, until you forced yourself to still.

You could free yourself with exertion, but to free yourself at such a height would no doubt fracture something, at the very least, and your phone had fallen as the rope snatched you from the ground.

Not to mention the creatures living in these woods, those that wouldn't hesitate to let you drop only to trap you once again. Those like fae, waking now at the sun setting lower, so the quiet clearing of a throat behind you - beneath you, had you rushing for a plan, some way of escape.

"Thank you," they said, a warmth to their gruff voice. "I believe that trap was intended for me."

The netting swung wide and your stomach knotted.

You were held only by the rope twining through her hands - paws, rather, as it rose along her furred forearms.

One wrong move, and the rope would catch on her claw.

"I've got you," she breathed, before lowering you an inch - if that - when you gripped the rope tighter. "I've got you, I promise."

As captivating as she was - with strong arms tensed, muscle leaning back on heavy thighs, you favoured closing your eyes than seeing the hard ground near. Any second now you could fall, slip from her hold, and-

Land softly.

Paws helped shuck the rope tangling around you, pressing gently to your waist in lifting you to an unsteady standing.

You drew in a breath as deep as you could, relishing that freedom now without a dragging burn, though it was warmed by the sweeter scent of the were-creature leaning closer, standing almost a foot taller on her hind legs.

The back of a paw stroked to your cheek. "Are you lost?"

You couldn't help but swallow hard, the adrenaline waning. "As opposed to wanting to be trapped?"

Her claw pressed to your cheek. "I'm sorry you wound up in it. I found these," she said, and brought forward your bag - albeit squashed, and your phone. "Think you can make it home okay?"

You could, easily, but asked her to accompany you back. With polite introductions passed, Kiana left you at the tree line, her soft ears twitching when you whispered goodbye.

Armed with a serrated kitchen knife the next day should any rope traps ensnare you once more, you found Kiana where the trap had been laid.

Not the Kiana you had seen yesterday.

Winding the rope to her arms and bundling it tight, the sunlight on hair the same honey as her fur stole your breath. She turned at that, freckles warm on her dark cheeks.

And you watched her near, following up from her thick boots and round hips to her full chest, meeting bright eyes when she came to stand before you.

"I think I'm lost," you said. "Walk me?"

Kiana drifted with you deeper into the forest, until it blossomed into a company of reciprocated questions.

You asked to see her again when her fingers had brushed through yours when leading you home; hopefully not in need of saving again.

Though if it brought you to her, you wouldn't mind.

Drabble

Evenings prior to curling against a blanket of fur had never been better spent. Kiana's tawny pelt warmed you against the whistles of wind only steps beyond the cave - one she often lured you to with the promise of a sweet evening together, more so with the knowing of it passing tucked beneath her chin - or muzzle, as she was now. 

Though you much preferred the nights resting along your sofa with Kiana still wrapped around you - always the big spoon, her palm gentle on your soft stomach, breathing deep now and having only her rich scent embracing you filled you with the same comfort. 

One, slow stroke of her paw from your back down to your thigh roused you from that peace. She always parted from you the same; her nose cold snuggling against your chest, somehow leaning closer yet retreating all at once. 

"You stay here," she said, a rush of heat from her hot breath turned against your cheek, cold now without her scruff. "Stay here looking pretty, okay?" 

The trouble with you came in being human and needing warmth a little hotter than only Kiana. Without firewood, the temperature of this cave fell - no matter how thick the blankets tucked close were. 

With your fingertips slipping from her smooth paw, you hummed. "Where else would I go?" 

It was so easy to slip into a state not yet sleep - and you wouldn't let yourself rest without Kiana by your side, not out here, but you weren't yet fully awake. The light tapping of claws to stone lifted a smile to your lips and you were stretching out, anticipating the nuzzling growl soon to come, though none came. 

No flaring of sparks burned beyond your scrunched eyes, but the dim fire reflected off of a darker pelt shadowing the entrance of the cave. 

Not Kiana. 

What little experience you had in calming a bear stemmed from spats with your girlfriend, easily solved by a quiet period apart or a light scratch to her fuzzy ear, and her whispered apology returned when needed. 

You couldn't defend yourself against a wild bear. 

A male, no less. 

No back entrance to the cave would lead you away, and each creeping step of his large body brought him nearer to you, scrambling back now against the hard wall. You distanced yourself as well you could from the hamper. 

Was it better to remain in the focus of Kiana's faded scent, or try and run? 

The low huff hadn't emanated from him, still scratching at the cave wall, and as of yet he hadn’t noticed you, clutching at the dinner knife stolen from the hamper. The deepening growls rang in the cave until the intruding bear raised himself as much as the stone ceiling allowed, a returning growl greeting your girlfriend. 

Times like these, as desperate as you were to be anywhere but here, you were reminded of why you loved her: not only for her strength and nature to protect her home, but for how precious you were to her.

And it was entirely reciprocated.

Only one, heavy swing of his paw struck her chest, though Kiana was far lighter on her paws in forcing him away. He rose in a last effort to his full stance before retreating with a final grunt. Trembling warmth snatched you close once the intruder faded into the distant woods, the firewood thrown aside.

With the rush still coursing through you, the words tumbled free. "What took you so long?" 

You cradled her face to yours in softening against her with a kiss. Kiana eased into you, only wincing when you stroked over the red flush of shallow claw marks on her bare chest.

"We'll stay at mine tomorrow," you mumbled, leaning down to brush your lips to the dip of her bare chest. "And I will be looking after you."

Her grin nuzzled to your crown. "Can't wait."

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Elsie - F Vampire x M Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for @totally-not-an-al1en​ <3

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Content: NSFW/Lemon; mentions of blood (for vampire consumption), mild agoraphobia (fear of outdoors/leaving safe spaces), light flirting, intimate touches (cheek kisses, hugging), teasing, kissing, throat kissing, handjob + blowjob (no release), alluding to more

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Headcanon

Sunlight never graced further than an inch beyond the windowless, steel front door, creeping back enough for a tentative smile to widen with Elsie's head lifting back.

Twice a week - though less often than you'd like, you delivered the instalment of donated blood to your favourite customer, a petite vampire always tucking herself safe from daylight.

She wasn't at risk of burning - the small pendant glinting, resting against her cleavage was proof enough, nor was she nocturnal, but Elsie always remained indoors. She greeted you with the widest smile crinkling her bright eyes, baring teeth you no longer shivered from catching sight of, before beckoning you and the red pints over the threshold.

For some time - far longer than it had been you delivering, Elsie relied on this service, and the emptiness of her fridge filled with enough to last a week; the rest emergency stock.

Gentle fingertips skimmed your hip in her passing, but as a courtesy to your duller senses missing her light footsteps. With her kettle flicking on - only possibly for you, her half-bitten smile banished your thoughts of time constraints, that of the deliveries still waiting in your van.

You always made time for Elsie.

"I can't stay long."

Her laugh warmed through you like the mug she tucked into your hands. By routine, you settled opposite her at the table, only to falter at the makeshift sign between you.

"I hoped you could stand it outside for me," she said quietly, tracing the delicate scrawls advertising a spare room for very, very inconsequential rent.

"No need," you said, and had the pleasure of watching her plump cheeks fall, and had she been living, you could imagine the blush that would've risen. "For that price, I'll move in tomorrow."

"I've got blood money," she grinned, though the real reason behind her suddenly open home remained unspoken, but known.

She had old money, but no friends beyond these walls, beyond your visits.

From the following week, living with Elsie's quiet groans as she scented your meals taunted you. Her wide hip would rest against you in leaning closer, her head tipping back. She couldn't eat, but delighted in offering a hand, eager to spend as much time with you while you home.

Now you brought deliveries at the end of the day, always returning to a close hug and a fleeting kiss to your chest - as high as she could easily reach.

Evenings passed with an arm light around her shoulders, Elsie engrossed in your films, many of those supernatural she hadn't seen before. She favoured easy genres, but you preferred those that frightened her enough she burrowed closer.

Whenever she hungered, her touches softened; her lips pressed to your throat in leaning close, fingertips on your thigh, and you indulged a little too much, returning the touches along her bare arms down to the soft weight of her thighs.

A month to the day of making the best decision of your life, Elsie rushed into your arms, stretching to kiss your cheek.

Her gift decorated the kitchen: a spice rack loaded already, with a recipe book of her old favourites. Though she wanted to give more, her fidgeting distracted you from looking at the recipes, and you hugged her close.

"I love it, Elsie."

Her dark curls fell over her shoulders. "You do?"

"Because they're from you, I do."

Drabble

"Oh, you tease me," Elsie breathed, her hands crossed to her full chest. Every step closer to you clouded with the rich and heating spices of a recipe torn from an old book, one left attached to the counter for you that morning. "I wish I could still eat." 

This routine was one so familiar, her pout hardly taunted you now; that was the lie you told yourself when forced to turn away before growing captivated by its darkening, focusing instead on the same scent Elsie sighed at than her warmth pressing to your side. 

Her refrain returned every evening, so tempted by your food - and you offered each night, as tormented by her soft whine when you ate beside her. The dish tonight was something sweet, such a contrast to the blood her diet consisted of. What little she expressed of her distaste for it, she ended the conversation soon for your sake, though, what with your work, it no longer bothered you.

"Is it good?" 

You nearly lied to spare her, but that would be to insult her once favoured meal. Round eyes watched you tasting off of the wooden spoon and you couldn't cover your soft breath at the taste. 

"It's really good," you said quietly. Her lip pulled between sharp teeth, fingers tight to your wrist. "Not one little taste?" 

"If I could, I'd... Oh." 

Her touch softened, slipping through your hand now as your heart ached. "Oh?" 

"Oh," she almost purred. Her guiding you back against the counter spurred a heat through you, worsened at her palm stroking against your cheek. "May I?" 

Small hands drew you down by your shoulders. She hesitated, her sharp nose running against yours before your hands curled into her round waist to pull her flush. Gone were the spices, replaced by the gentle florals of Elsie - far sweeter and more tempting, with her lips parting, her tongue tracing yours. 

With her soft moan, her lips fell against your racing pulse. "There are so many things I wish to taste," she whispered, lifting herself enough to hum, her palm dropping down your narrow frame to run along your stomach and press between your thighs. Her head tilted then, fingers rubbing. "Your food is burning." 

You stretched your fingers around her wrist in holding her close. Never looking from the slow run of her tongue to her teeth, you turned the hob to simmer and slid your hand through her thick hair. "Taste me." 

"Taste you," she breathed, as though debating, even with her deft fingers twisting from your hand to pop open your trousers and lower the zip. Her cold touch stole your resolve and you lifted into her hand, her soft fingers coaxing you to stiffen. "You would trust me to taste you?" 

Torn from both lust and an urge to soothe her, you tightened your hand in her hair to gently urge her down. "With my life." 

She laughed, her lips to your bare thigh. "So sentimental," she teased, before you trembled watching her thick lips press to your slick tip, her hot mouth taking you. 

Elsie's quiet hum rose through your cock and to your burning stomach. Food forgotten, all you could do was struggle to stand steady with her tongue curling to your sensitive length, following the delicate skin. When her hand stroked down to roll your sac, you grunted hard, hips arching up and deeper into her cheeks. 

Soft lips rose into a smile as she stood, and you croaked, "I think we should go to bed." 

"What's wrong with the table?" Her lips glistened, her hands already tugging at the dress loose round her heavy thighs, and you were helpless in following her. "I'm not done with tasting you, yet."

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Dana - F Ghost x NB Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for @miggrator with your ask here <3 I wasn’t able to tag you!

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Content: NSFW/Lemon; reader seeking isolation, cute cat named Kitty, brief fear, secrets, throat kissing, intimate touches (laying together, hugging), ambiguous mentions of “stroking” and reader’s orgasm by Dana’s hand, alluding to more

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Headcanon

So often, time slipped away from you.

Working behind the scenes had never been easy, flurrying from corner to corner burning with exertion, until your day disappeared. Over too quickly, so soon, and it was hardly uncommon for you to delay leaving.

However much you adored the pace of theatre work - always wishing you could do more, you needed rest, too. Slipping into the quiet space claimed for yourself, even only for a warm drink, calmed the aches following a long day.

The purring quick to shadow you wandered freely.

Kitty, beloved pet of a centre-stage member, found herself a home meandering around your ankles. Only by her guidance on a rare day of peace had you found the small room.

Somewhere to rest away from the clamouring noise.

Though today, the soft tabby hadn't settled well.

Fur bristled beneath your tentative stroking - the same gentleness as with each passing day, yet her rumbling purrs faltered with low growls.

A warning to an empty room.

Empty, until Kitty lurched free of your lap. Ears pinned back with a wiggling to her tail - too deliberate and too precise of a targeting towards the darkest corners, enough of a threat that your chest tightened several feet back.

You hadn't anticipated the returning gasp from Kitty launching.

"Cats... they sense everything."

Somehow supporting the turned docile cat, the translucent arms of a figure trembled. Emerging from the shadows - almost by shrugging free of a second skin, she looked down from you.

"Please, don't scream."

Faint light shimmered through her body. Near ashen in hue, little more than a blurring outline in a cardigan, trousers and thick boots, she swayed with closer movement.

Without any real steps, like she hovered.

You had yet to react; to move in any way at all.

The quiet tingling of Kitty's collars came as she returned to your warm cushions. How close the ghost was now robbed you of any coherency, with little choice but to stay within her reaching grasp, or flee, guilted already by the prospect of abandoning Kitty - and her.

She touched you, then, with hands cold and a breeze embracing you - a cat's tail suddenly winding through your legs, and she softened her hold to stroke from your elbows to your hands.

"Only a few know of me," she murmured. "A trusted few."

You wondered if Kitty had led you to her, too.

Faced with her now, form shivering and not all present, you couldn't bear her fearing you. Revealing herself hadn't been of a necessity. Had she not chosen to step forth, you would've presumed Kitty to be acting as most cats, a little off, but nothing more.

Choosing to reveal herself seemed enough damage to her nerves for one day, so you squeezed her hands back. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Adding on your wish to see her again felt too much like an ultimatum or blackmail, but she'd already spoken again when the desire settled.

"Is this your room alone? I'd like to come back."

"Do," you breathed. "Please, do."

You introduced yourself quietly, still not free of her gentle hold - not wishing to be. She hadn't attempted to distance herself, either.

"Call me Dana."

With every drifting through thin walls into your hidden room, you greeted her with a smile, a whisper of the name gone so long unsaid.

With how much Kitty loved her, it was no surprise you found yourself feeling the same.

Drabble

Welcome and familiar shivers followed the dip of your spine ahead of cool lips touching yours. Her feather-light fingertips stroked over your cheeks. Turned into the plumped cushions as you were, so little could wake you - barely even Dana, until tracing from your nape to your waist in looping, lazing patterns.

"I've been so lonely," she whispered. "Waiting for your presence, readying your room. Did you notice?"

Of course, you had noticed.

Dana waited for you on rarer occasions of preferring the seclusion of the theatre than the struggle of joining you, and through the arranged blankets and glowing candles, her continuing adoration shone. The warmth behind your door beckoned you to rest your head, though you always admired it.

With her ministrations falling lower to tuck over your hips, nothing passed your parting lips but a soft sigh; ultimately an agreement, acknowledgement that she'd asked you something, but more your eventual succumbing to pleasure when she scraped down your navel.

Her kisses slid to your arching throat. Without a real breath, she still gave out warm air, tickling you. "If you haven't missed me, love, say, and I will leave you to rest."

You couldn't summon more than a whine when she stroked you slowly. Gently, coaxing you into finally greeting her with the same passion when the smooth pad of her thumb rubbed higher.

Exertion weakened her, and you were far too desperate now to lose her. In a moment of mutuality, you twisted back and drew her flush against you. Her leg tucked to spread yours wider.

"I missed you. I always do."

Your arm came around her shoulders to brush the hair in mismatched lengths gracing her collarbones. Her soft smile ached in your heart, though maybe because of her wrist angling her hand down. The firmer touch found you slick and throbbing, gasping.

"Promise me we're alone?"

Her lips pursed. "That was an accident, and one time."

Only once had you been interrupted so intimately. Dana resting back against the wall and your hands desperately running through her hair, you'd grasped suddenly at nothing before falling into the hard wall. Not yet in a state of indecency - for which you were grateful, you looked like a despairing crewmember before one mistakenly entering your room, bowed and supported by the wall.

Dana returned apologetic with her lips earning your forgiveness.

"I wouldn't want this interrupted," she said, promise enough for you to relent and buck into her hastening touches. Her fingers crooked enough that your thighs trembled. "For precaution's sake, maybe it would be best to stop. To wait."

"Not yet. Not yet," you rasped, and circled her wrist to guide her into a returned rhythm, one she needed no help with.

Steady heat crashed and dizzied you, with her quiet laugh soothing you long after the aftershocks.

Into her chest, you hummed. "We won't be interrupted at home."

No further convincing needed, she wound up in your bed some hours later, both as breathless as the other.

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Hello, I'd like to ask for a monster match. My pronouns are she/her and I'm a straight female. I like cooler weather, plushies, and stationary. I dislike hot weather, arrogant people, and math class (pain). I enjoy baking (one of my talents), watching anime, and talking with people despite my initial shyness. I'm an ambivert, INFP, and a Hufflepuff. I'd like the reader to be female (chubby if possible) and the monster to be male. In a relationship, I look for someone who is honest, loyal, and understanding, although a good sense of humor is awesome too. As far as physical traits go, I'm not that picky but I do like arms, hands, and stubble (interpret and use this information however you want lol). My love language is quality time followed by physical touch. I prefer humanoid and shape-shifting monsters, and a trope I like is the caretaker (I love helping and taking care of others). SFW as well. Thank you so much for your time and I hope you have a lovely day!

Hey lovely, Emyr the selkie is here <3

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How many monster matches do you still have to write ?

16.

I’m working through them all when I find the time to, I promise, but it’s a lot to write. If you’re one of the requests - I will get round to yours! <3

And if you were wanting one for yourself, I’ll be reopening them not too long after finishing them, and they will cost one Ko-Fi. To the lovely people who have sent me a Ko-Fi, I adore all of you.

(17 really, but someone DMed requesting one and never came back with their details, so if they don’t reply in two days, I’m removing them from the queue because it isn’t fair for everyone who sent in their requests so early.)

[kim-monsterlings]

Requests - CLOSED

Hi - a little update,

Summer is a busy time for me.

I’m finishing the last monster matches, drabbling for a request and mermay, and for a while, will not be reopening anything.

However-

I more than welcome people sending in their ideas or prompts etc. for me to react to, and even come back to at a later time. It just won’t be my focus. <3

[kim-monsterlings]

At the last anon ~

I desperately want to be your friend. That’s all.

[kim-monsterlings]

(Not the same anon as the other day!) Will you be opening commissions then?

EEE I feel spoiled with the anons <3

I want to. It’s something I’ve already planned - with pricing, words, info., etc. - but it isn’t something I’m opening yet. I need to finish the monster matches left (there’s like twenty of them still, which takes a lot of time), and with that, I’m not writing so much outside of it. It would be either middle of April, or Summer. (And it’s looking like Summer.)

I’m not sure how much interest there would be in my commissions either, so we’d have to see.

Having said that, my ass is already planning mermay. Why do I always get so ahead of myself ugh.