Monsters and Maw Masterlist - Part One

Part Two can be found here*

*since I maxed out the number of links you can put in a single post. How’s that for an achievement!

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

Short stories masterlist can be found here!

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Some stories (particularly older ones) might have funky formatting. Sorry - that’s a tumblr glitch!

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Orc lover (Khuruz) x fem reader Part One (sfw) | Part Two (sfw) | Part Three (mostly sfw) | Part Four (sfw) | Part Five - Final (nsfw) 

Shadow (nsfw)

Hellhound (Ranek) (nsfw)

Shadow Monster x Fem Reader (nsfw)

Deaf werewolf Part One  (sfw)  Part Two (slight nsfw) x reader (poly, two male werewolves, Rowan and Caleb x reader)

Fem!Werewolf in heat with lone male alpha Part One (nsfw)  Part Two (nsfw) - Part Two is an anon submission, not my writing, but I feel it definitely deserves to go here. 

Gargoyle lover x fem reader (Alesh) Part One (nsfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male chupacabra x male reader (nsfw)

Big burly submissive alien x reader (First Officer Ornorx) (nsfw)

All the rest under the cut!

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White tiger rakshasa x female reader (sfw) - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRAVELER!

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

So it’s @thetravelerwrites​‘ birthday today, and she deserves all the love in the world. Thanks for being a really great and supportive friend, Traveler. This is all I can do for you from the other side of the world! Have a wonderful day, and some fluffy rakshasa snuggles. I don’t normally do aesthetics anymore, but I wanted to include one this time.

No warnings, except perhaps for excessively sweet fluff. :)

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Since today was, in fact, your birthday, you decided that you deserved ice cream and were going out to get it, despite the fact that it was now after sunset. The weather was perfect for an early August evening, clear, calm, and still, and there was this gorgeous place just round the corner which sold the most beautiful gelato you’d ever tasted. It also didn’t help that the guy who served it was gloriously handsome…

The rakshasa had the colouring and appearance of a white tiger, with ice blue eyes and a rich, purring voice, and when he saw you step inside his rounded ears pricked right up and his whiskered lips twitched into a smile. “Hey!” he called. “Haven’t seen you in ages!”

You made a little side to side motion with your head. “Been trying to be good. It’s hard though, knowing that this place is a stone’s throw from where I live though…”

“Being good, eh? Well, it shows - you look fantastic. I have to ask though; what’s the occasion?”

He was leaning on the counter, resting his lithe, muscular body on his forearms, and you glimpsed his thick tail all puffed up behind him.

“Well…” you blushed. “It’s… It’s actually my birthday. I thought I’d treat myself.”

“Your birthday!” he exclaimed, pushing himself upright. And then he eyed your purse in your hand. “Put that away!” he laughed, pointing at it. “You’re not paying for your ice cream today! Anything you’d like, and it’s yours. Come on,” he said, moving round to the refrigerator full of sumptuous flavours.

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Ghosti wrote this for my birthday 4 years ago! Since my birthday just passed again, time to bring it back! Thank you again, Ghosti, you’re a sweetness!

Monsters & Maw Masterlist - Part Two

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

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

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

Masterlist Part One here.

Masterlist of Shorter Stories and Drabbles here.

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

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

Male merman x reader (nsfw)

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

Female selkie (Meg) x female reader (sfw)

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

Male wyvern (Askaen) x male reader (nsfw)

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

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

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

Male goblin (Gil) x gn reader (nsfw)

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

Male goblin x gn reader (nsfw)

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

Male cerberus boyfriends x gn reader Part Two (nsfw)

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

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

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

Female ghost x gn reader (sfw)

Male scarecrow x gn reader (sfw)

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

Male drider pirate captain x gn reader (mild nsfw)

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

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

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

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

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

Male uruk hai x gn human (sfw)

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

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

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

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

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

Female drider x female reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male vampire x male reader (sfw) (drabble)

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

Female vampire x female reader (nsfw) (drabble)

Male bugbear x male reader (nsfw) (drabble)

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

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Date updated: 05.07.2023 - UK date order: Day, Month, Year

He all, I'm sure you all know by now that I published a book this year! Unfortunately, I kind of rushed into it without any kind of marketing strategy and the only place I have to publicise it is on Tumblr (I tried Twitter but, uh, I hated Twitter even before it went to shit lol).

Anyway, if any published exo writers hav any advice or tips they can give me for marketing, etc, I'd appreciate it!

I also really wanna talk about my current WIP, chonky fae king, so if anyone wants to send in asks or just generally let me ramble, I will love you forever!!

Female plant monster x female reader (light nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This is a commission for @plummy-loves who asked for a female plant monster x female reader, with some light nsfw and kissing. Hope you like it!!

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The market thrummed with life. Really, you’d only come out on a whim, in case anything caught your eye, but you did love to browse.

Vendors yelled the price their wares above the bustle of tramping feet – strawberries for this much, vegetables for that much – and you paused here and there to look at the other things. A minotaur bellowed that he had freshly baked cakes for sale, and a centaur proudly showed off the cold-pressed cider she had for sale. Your eye was caught by various knickknacks and ornaments, hemp clothing and antiques, but nothing really drew in until you reached the very end of the row of stalls.

They lined the street, their awning decked in varying colours and designs, and this one was a deep, olive green. Inside the shelter, out of the way of the brilliant sunlight, was an array of herbs and plants, crystals, tarot cards, pendants, charms and handmade, leather grimoires. There was also a huge display of tea caddies on one side, from black teas and Earl Grey to chamomile, rosehip, nettle, mint and any number of other herbal teas.

The young woman tending the stall looked up at you as stepped into the shade of her open stall, and she smiled warmly. Her hazel eyes twinkled and the pastel pink of her short hair seemed all the more delicate in the softer light inside. “Can I help you?” she asked. “Looking for anything in particular?”

You sighed. “Well, I’m not sure really,” you said. You caught sight of a table full of little plants and smiled. “There is a windowsill in my apartment that’s looking very barren… I was hoping to find a nice plant.”

“Oh?” she said, swivelling on her little stool to follow your gaze. “Well, I can talk you through those ones if you like. They’re all easy care, and I promise you won’t regret buying one.”

“We had pets when I was a child,” you said, “And I miss having something to take care of, you know? My building doesn’t allow animals though, so a plant will have to do.”

She smiled wryly and said something about plants being as fussy as pets sometimes, but you were already making your way over to the table.

A short, dumpy succulent sat on one side, its spear-head leaves a pale turquoise-green, and beside that was a luscious fern, with dark bands across its fronds. Something about it made you think of a gorgon’s snakes, and you quickly passed that one by and turned your attention to the last one. You’d honestly never seen a plant like it.

You turned to the stall owner and raised an eyebrow. “That’s a plant?” you asked, casting your eyes back at it.

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Male naga x female reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

I’ve had a few requests for nagas, but this story was based off this request for a shy monster pleasuring himself and waking you up accidentally. Apparently I got bonus points if I made the monster a naga, so how could I refuse? 

If you requested a naga story and this isn’t quite what you wanted, I have another one planned for the standoffish/dangerous naga boy who falls for the reader, don’t worry. 

So here’s 2255 words of NSFW snake boy and female reader for you. 

Not long after drifting off, you surfaced from a light sleep to the soft sound of quick breathing, and a slight rocking of your massive bed. There was a distinctive, wet sound too and you bit your lip, your eyes going wide with understanding. Lying perfectly still, you tried to keep your breathing even as you realised what was happening.

In the few months that you and Isak had been seeing each other, he had been strangely shy about his body around you. So much so that you had barely done more than lying propped up in his beautiful coils while you watched something on Netflix, or shared a brief, blushing kiss as you left for work. That had been all well and good, but you had needs, and you were very attracted to your naga boyfriend.

It was the little things he did as much as the big things: he would toss his head of black curls back off his face, revealing endlessly green eyes; he would lick his pale lips nervously with his forked tongue; he would hold you so gently and pick you up and nuzzle into you; he would lie curled up on himself on chilly evenings beneath a massive pile of blankets, until you passed by and he would snag you and draw you into his embrace… But everything left you wanting just a little bit more each time.

Now, as you lay on your side and infuriatingly facing away from him, you definitely felt the mattress rocking. His breath hissed and you could picture his long, forked tongue darting out as his chin jutted upwards in pleasure. God, it was torture.

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Male forest monster x female reader (sfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

I received this anon asking for a plus-sized, warrior woman and a monster of my choosing, in a high fantasy setting, so, here it is. One mercenary woman, hired to protect a village from a monster, who then falls in love with him. Hope you like it, anon! 

Sfw, but brief mentions of blood, and one life-threatening injury.  For a doodle of how I imagined the monster, click here

When you’d cleared it with your crew, you accepted the solo contract to protect a small and relatively poor village from a monster that lurked in the woods and attacked humans that strayed too far into the trees.

One man had lost an arm, and another woman had nearly bled out on her way back home, but so far no one had died. They wanted you to patrol the woods whenever someone went to gather fungi or herbs, or to hunt and trap the animals that sustained the village.

You’d grown tired of the constant travel with the crew of hunters, and had never had expensive tastes, so the thought of settling down in the quiet village and probably never having to draw your sword – country folk were always exaggerating tales of monsters in the woods, and it was probably a big cat or something – seemed rather appealing.

You’d been there a week, gradually getting to know the people, when you were approached to escort Girda a short way into the trees so that she could collect a basketful of the lichen she used in her healing remedies.

She chattered away about her sons who had left and gone to the city and had families of their own there now, while you kept an ear on her and the other on the softly-rustling deciduous forest around you. It was high summer, the leaves a bright, vibrant green, and the air alive with buzzing insects, birdsong, and the activity of little forest animals scurrying here and there.

It was peaceful.

“Well, I think I’ve got almost more ‘an I can carry here,” Girda said through a gap in her teeth.

Her back was bent almost double and you offered your hand and a smile. “Here, let me take that for you,” you said. With your size and strength, it was hardly taxing, but she smiled gratefully as she handed the basket of foraged vegetation over to you.

“Sweet child,” she said, patting your arm. “My Robert would have liked you. He always did like his women taller and stronger than him,” she chuckled, and began to regale you with a story of the time an orc huntress had quite literally swept him off his feet one summer.

You smiled indulgently, only half listening, and followed her back towards the treeline, and out of the forest.

Something cracked a twig not fifty paces behind you and you whirled, nearly dropping the basket as your free hand went to your sword hilt. Heart pounding, your eyes roved across the regiments of thick beech trunks but you saw only shadows in the deeper undergrowth.

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Curvy female reader x male monster (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Received this anon, asking for a curvy reader x monster. Hope you like it!! I made the monster a nondescript monster boy with four arms, because you can never have too many arms, right?

You sighed deeply, one hand going to your upper arm, right across your ample chest. It had been so long since you’d got what you wanted in bed. And you were just aching to ride a good cock to completion, while looking down and seeing the face of your lover looking up at you. It wasn’t that much to ask, was it?

When you met him, though, he was so much bigger than you, you began to hope.

You saw each other a few times before you began to realise he was hitting on you. When you finally got to the bedroom, he stripped you down with a reverential haste that spoke volumes of his desire for you. He breathed your scent and lowered his nose to your breasts, curling his long tongue around your pebbled nipples, making your breath hitch.

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Female orc x female reader (nsfw) Part Two

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Part One can be found here. More of this story was requested, and I was more than happy to oblige because I’m utterly in love with Bronwyn…

The thrill that ran through you when her low voice had rasped, “I look forward to showing you what else I can do with these hands,” had nearly made you turn around right then and fling yourself at her, but instead, you forced yourself to remain at least outwardly calm as you led Bronwyn back into the inn, heading for the bar.

“Tyn,” you called, and the tiefling turned to look at you as he finished pulling a pint.

He grinned widely, sharp canines flashing.

“I’m gonna grab some hot water and get her cleaned up,” you said, blushing furiously as his golden eyes bored first into you and then briefly into the orc looming behind you. She looked a bit of a sight after the fight in the yard. Her friends were already back at their table, and they raised their tankards knowingly at you as you glanced nervously in their direction.

“Sure,” Tyn grinned, and it was a real shit-eater of a grin. “The boiler’s still running out back, so there should be plenty of hot water,” he said.

You blessed the day you’d had that wood-stoked boiler installed – just one of the many wonderful dwarven inventions that had been made available since the recent trade deals had been struck – and led Bronwyn up the stairs to a guest room at the back of the inn.

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Alien x female reader (nsfw)

I got this anon asking for an alien who’s shy about his body around a female reader, and sort of ran with the idea. It’s set in the same universe as my other alien x unspecified gender reader, and references the species from that story briefly. 

Here’s 3000 or so words of nsfw alien x fem reader. I hope you enjoy!

You’d been assigned to the ship as a last minute replacement. You’d graduated top of your class only a week before landing the job, and your professor had got in touch to say there was an incredible opportunity for a recently-graduated student to fill in as a research assistant on the science ship, Arateos. Of course, you’d jumped at the chance, scraping together your few belongings from your life on Earth at the Alliance Academy, and hurtling onto a shuttle to take you to the ship before it left for the outer rim.

Your official Alliance role was research assistant to Dr. Er’Athien Xelarr, an Anjari with armour plating, four arms, and four eyes, and legs rather like a mantis’, only more muscular. Your unofficial role was to collect information on foreign life forms, to be added to the databases back on Earth.

Anjari were as varied in their behaviours as any other life you’d yet met in the Alliance. While everyone knew that Kharmorians were a belligerent, highly intelligent species, Anjari ranged from unpredictable berserkers to terrified hermits, and everything in between. You had no idea what to expect when you swiped your access key to the labs to report to him on your first day.

Er’Athien was standing behind his desk, a monocle over one of his enormous honey-coloured eyes, inspecting the blood red leaf of a plant you didn’t recognise.

He jumped when the doors hissed open, and opened his mouth in surprise. Actually, both of his mouths opened in surprise. All Anjari had a secondary mouth on their neck that looked more like a slash in the pale, sandy colour of their skin and chitinous plating, and which housed a number of sharp teeth and a long tongue. This mouth, you knew from your brief study of the species, was for feeding, while the other was for communication and breathing.

“Oh,” he said, using the primary mouth on his humanoid face to speak. His voice was dry and had a slight rattle, but it was rich and warm and made you think of driftwood fires and sun-warmed sand on summer evenings. “You must be my new assistant? Welcome, welcome. Do come in.”

He turned away from you and you noticed his right hand fluttering momentarily over the mouth on his neck as though he wanted to hide it. It was closed again now, and hardly noticeable, even as you drew nearer. His torso was long and humanoid, the lumps of his armour plating showing beneath the silky material of his Alliance uniform. His tunic was grey, as was yours, to denote your scientific interests. The rest of his insectoid body was not clothed.

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Demon lover x male reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

I had this request from a lovely anon for a male reader who uses a wheelchair, and has no sensation from mid-chest down. After a bit of back and forth with the anon to clarify the request, I wrote him this, based on this prompt for a demon with horns, dark skin, tail, animal legs, teeth, muscles, and who’s really big. I should state that I am not disabled myself, but my step-mum is a wheelchair user, so I am relatively familiar with at least one person’s experiences of needing to use a chair. However, because no one’s experiences are the same, I kept the reader’s disability nondescript and unspecific, and it’s actually not mentioned much at all. 

Hope you like it, and please get in touch if there’s anything you feel I need to adjust. 

It was all the renovation work that woke it.

You moved into the single storey house as soon as you got the keys. It was in the perfect location, and it had gorgeous hardwood floors in most of the rooms already, but there were a number of other things that needed changing in order to make your life there more practical.

That involved workmen, and noise, and drilling, and it was on the first night that you noticed something odd.

Finally it was time to go to bed. Yawning, you sank back into the pillow, wiped out after a day of organising and shifting all your stuff inside from the removal van that you and your friends had hired. You’d all piled the boxes against the walls as best you could, to allow your wheelchair clear access to as many rooms as possible, and as you lay back in bed, you thought you heard a low rumble. It could have been anything – a train passing by on the line half a mile away, or a big truck, even a neighbour’s car – but something about it made your breath catch in your throat. It sounded so… close.

The room was dark, but the curtains had not been hung yet, so there was enough ambient light from the streetlights outside to banish the shadows to the extreme corners of the room. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, still lying on your back, and strained your ears.

Clunk.

Your heartrate rocketed. Surely there wasn’t someone in your house? This was a good neighbourhood. But the longer you lay there, barely daring to breathe, the quieter the house seemed to become until the silence was pressing against your eardrums. Eventually you settled back down and tried to sleep. It was probably just one of the boxes falling over.

It was the same the next night. A deep, sonorous growling woke you up, followed by a couple of noises, and then nothing. When you got up the next morning, you found a couple of boxes blocking the corridor outside – you definitely hadn’t left them like that when you’d gone to bed – but the doors and windows were all still locked, and nothing else was out of place. It left you with an uneasy feeling in your chest though.

A week later, you woke from a nightmare, the sheet sticking to your body as you jerked awake, and in the half gloom of the bedroom, your heart lurched. On the wall was the shadow of a monstrous being: a hulking body, horns, and even a tail. The air shimmered around it like summer sun on a hot tarmac road. You cried out in horror, but even as you blinked, the shadow vanished, the blank wall returning to normal.

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Gargoyle x fem reader

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

NSFW story about a gargoyle x female reader. I want to do a part two at some point. I have some more story plotted out… Warnings for unwanted sexual advances of a human male as well.

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You pushed the French windows open and gasped as the vista opened up before you. The cathedral, a towering, ornate, gothic edifice, studded with jewel-like windows and dotted with a menagerie of gargoyles and grotesques, was so close to the hotel balcony that you felt like you could touch it. Of course you couldn’t, but still, it was only a matter of metres away.

“Is everything to your satisfaction, madam?” the member of the hotel staff asked from behind you.

You sighed. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

A city break. You’d dreamed of this for years. You and your partner, together. Perhaps even the dream proposal in the cathedral square, a single rose in his hand. You fought back tears at the memory of coming home unexpectedly from work at lunchtime and finding underwear that was not yours abandoned on the couch. Vile, lurid, lacy, purple. You could still hear the sounds of their union in your bedroom. In your bed.

You turned away as you were left in peace, and gripped the stone balustrade of the balcony. Your eyes screwed shut and your lip quavered. You would not cry over that –over him ­­– any longer.

You’d booked this as a surprise for him. He was not going to ruin it now.

You explored the city on your own.

You only lived a couple of hours’ drive away, but somehow you’d never managed to make time for the trip. The city opened up before you, street by winding street, and you lost yourself in the magic of it. With buildings dating back to medieval times, it was an incredible place. You had your camera around your neck, zooming in, picking out little corners as you went: a cracked pot overflowing with tiny white flowers here, a dragon-tailed railing there, an odd architectural quirk above, and an intricately cast drain-cover below.

By the time sunset was approaching, you were exhausted. Before supper, you went out onto the balcony and stared at the carved stone ornamentation on the cathedral as the sun dipped lower, gilding the rich stone tracery, flashing off the leaded, stained-glass windows. The whole thing looked like a jewel-encrusted reliquary made of finest gold.

Bringing your camera to your eye, you focused the lens on one gargoyle in particular. It sat on a balcony facing yours, a small wooden door behind it, as though it had been set there to guard the entrance. It had suffered a great deal since the mason had first carved it, however. A large chunk of its head had been cracked away, chipped off to leave a rugged, raw edge on its right side, though the masonry had been softened by the combined efforts of wind and rain over time. The body was large, like a lion’s, with massive, taloned hands, and a curling, thick tail like a bullwhip that ended in an almost cartoonish triangle. It had one horn that curved away from its ear, backwards over its head, finishing in a stylish little upward flick. A shaggy looking mane tumbled down its spine in waves, and two large wings were folded neatly down its back from its shoulders. There was something about it that made you zoom even further in.

The sun was fading, and the light pretty terrible now, so you adjusted the aperture and the shutter speed, resting the camera on the balustrade so you could reduce the blur from a relatively long exposure. The sun winked down behind the rooves, and as the wash of golden light faded from the creature, you frowned. It looked for all the world as though it had moved.

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Shadow Monster Lover

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Based on an actual dream I had while travelling in Europe… … … 

Shadow monster x fem reader. NSFW

You woke with a start to a room that was barely familiar. It was your second night, travelling Europe alone, staying this time in the little bed and breakfast that purported to be on the site of some fifteenth century manor house or something. The hum of the AC unit was missing, though you were certain you’d left it on, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Huge curtains hung from ceiling to floor in wide, lazy folds, and your eyes tracked towards them instinctively.

Your heartbeat lurched. Silhouetted against the vague light from outside was a monstrously tall shape. Legs that reached a yard and a half high melted into a slender body, with spectrally thin arms hanging midway down its legs.

You froze.

Shadows playing on the curtains nothing more.

You blinked, and it was gone.

Completely gone.

The room around you grew darker, the blackness pressing against your eyeballs for a moment until you blinked and all was as it had been.

Just the remnants of your dream clinging to your consciousness. That, surely, and nothing more.

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Hellhound

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Wasn’t entirely happy with this one, but I’m going to post it anyway. Here’s a long ish, nsfw at the end short story about a hellhound that discovers you can see him.

Warning: mention of death of a child (not related to the reader)

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Just your luck. Work had been so busy of late that you’d got absolutely fuck all in the fridge or the cupboards, beyond some instant gravy granules and some out-of-date orange squash. You were a good cook, but there really was nothing you could do with that.

It would take as long for a pizza delivery to arrive from the nearest town as it would for you to walk into the village and go to the convenience store. Besides, if you ordered in, you’d still have nothing for tomorrow. Local shop it was then.

It’d been raining most of the day, though it had now cleared up to leave gleaming pavements and a high wind in the bare winter trees. Duffled up against the chill, you left the store with a heavy bag in one hand, and climbed the road out of the village towards the small collection of new houses that huddled together on the hillside.

The bells of the village church tolled the hour, dolorous and moody beneath the heavy night sky.

As you stepped off the well-lit path into the dark quiet of the housing estate, a movement up ahead caught your eye.

You froze, heart in your mouth, as a pair of bright green eyes transfixed you to the spot. The shape was huge, the size of a small pony. And yet it had to be a dog. You liked dogs, but this one looked like it could tear your throat out in seconds.

It shifted, the dim light from the distant streetlamps glimmering on rippling, black fur.

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Shadow

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A reader insert about a rather shy shadow monster with a tendency to drool a bit.

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It had been years since you’d been back to your parents’ house. A job overseas straight out of university had seen to that.

But now your contract was over, and you needed a place to crash while you looked for a house of your own.

Your old bedroom was smaller than you remembered it, but that was the way of things. Nothing ever grew up with you.

Alone, long after supper, staring up at the remaining glow-in-the-dark stars still glimmering vaguely on the ceiling, you caught a shifting in the darkness out of the corner of your eye. It was subtle, the dim light of a distant street-lamp hardly making any impact on the shadows in the room, but it was definitely there.

“You’re… You’re still here,” you breathed, sitting up with a jolt. “I… I thought I’d just imagined it all as a child.”

The dark grey mist coalesced in the darkness, deepening until a towering black figure stood at the foot of your bed.

You drew your knees up, heart pounding, but you weren’t afraid.

“Shadow?” you breathed. That was what you’d always called it, whatever ‘it’ was. Shadow had comforted you on those nights when you’d failed in school or the teasing had cracked your tough outer armour. Your Shadow had wrapped warm arms around you and held you, purring, until you stopped crying.

Now it just stood there.

You got the impression it was staring, though you had rarely seen eyes.

“Shadow? It’s me. You remember me, don’t you?”

A deep, growling purr, like two granite blocks shifting over one another, rumbled through the room and the mass of swirling mist at what you supposed was the head shifted and nodded slightly.

“I never forgot you,” you smiled, hugging your knees. “I missed you.”

Shadow glided forwards like dry ice creeping across the floor, until it was on your bed. For all that Shadow looked like precisely that, molecules floating in air, the mattress shifted beneath its weight and suddenly you could see nothing at all as that familiar velvety embrace encircled you. Something nosed at your neck, cool and slightly wet, like a dog’s muzzle while the weight of the creature pressed down on you.

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Arean the Demon

Male Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

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I was very young when my mother passed away. I remember standing at her bedside and watching her small, pale hand fall onto the bed, never to rise again. My father never fully recuperated from the loss. While he was a good parent, it was as if he was a ghost of his former self. Everything he did felt like the memory of a memory, a movement made out of habit turned into the repetition of the ballerina in a music box.

It surprised me when my father remarried, as it was off his routine. When he met her, I was never sure. How this proposal came to be, I had vague ideas in my head. The woman he brought home was attractive and educated. Lady Lila Barbarossa was her name, but I’d never heard of her before amongst the other families we usually dealt with. She brought with her books and beautiful clothing along with a maid and two daughters, Violet and Lucy, both slightly younger than me.

Right away there were changes to the home. Lila began remodeling, decorating, and easily taking money from my father’s purse. The house began to appear garish and opulent, it was almost hard to look at sometimes.