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rs-hawk · 18 days

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Hey everyone! A little update on my weekly anthology “My Brother’s Hot Friend”. I’ll be restarting it on Monday, April 29. To vote on what happens next or to get updates a week early head over to my Patreon. There’s a ton more to discover, and free Patreon members also get access one day early!

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18+. Monster fucker lover content. Possibility of graphic violence and gore. Smut guaranteed.

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rs-hawk · 20 days

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You know fallout? 👀

Because I wouldn't say no to a deathclaw type monster dominating a little human that stumbled into his territory

I do not but I did a bit of Googling. Sorry this request has taken so long and sorry if I’m not lore accurate! The picture I’m basing most of this off is this one. Hope you enjoy.

Gen! Reader

It had been years, but finally you were able to leave the bunker you and your family had been hiding in. The radio said that it was safe enough. Sure, they had been saying that for weeks, but you wanted to be safe. Supplies and rations were running low, and you wanted to see what you could find.

You didn’t expect to find a herd of mutated monsters tearing into what looked like a giant mushroom, snapping at each other and the enormous fungi. One of the creatures seemed to catch your scent as you stood shocked, frozen in place. It turned towards you, eyeing you curiously before lumbering away from the group. The rest of them don’t seem to notice as it wandered over to you.

Your throat felt tight as you started to back up, then bolted. It was an attempt made in vain, of course, because the creature didn’t even have to break a sweat before it caught you.

“My… territory,” it muttered as it wrapped a clawed hand around you, lifting you to look at you closer up.

“What?” you squeaked out, confused and surprised. While you had heard of some mutated creatures, Deathclaws?, being able to mimic human speech, you hadn’t expected to really experience anything.

“My territory… not for humans,” it grunted, looking at you with a look of what you can only describe as contempt tinged with curiosity.

You winced as one of those long claws break the fabric of your shirt, dragging down and ripping it nearly off of you. Your chest was barely covered, though the creature did seem to find that interesting. It continued to drag the thumb claw down your body, cutting away your pants, then your underwear.

You protested, wiggling in its large hand, hitting and biting at the scaley creature’s hand to try to get away. Or just move it’s attention. Anything to get it to stop. However, it only seemed to find that amusing. It set you on the ground, face down and tugging your bare hips up as it mounted you, holding your small frame down with its large hands.

“No, no wait please,” you cried, trying to pull yourself out from under it.

To your surprise, it did stop. Even though now you could feel a large cock grinding against your exposed ass, the beast didn’t make another move to push into you. You took a shaky breath, blinking away tears at the corner of your eyes. What you really didn’t expect though, was it to lift one of its claws off of you, biting it down to a nub.

You were confused until it was pushed into your mouth, making you gag on it, wetting it with your spit. After you had gagged and choked on it, it pulled back just enough to slowly begin to push it into your ass, giving you time to slowly stretch around it. You cried out, feeling your hole stretch around this things finger. Your brain felt foggy, and that was before it suddenly sank into you.

You whimpered and moans started falling from your lips. It was merciless, cracking its fat cock inside of you, bottoming out with every thrust. It wrapped its long claws around your arms, keeping you pinned to the ground as it fucked you into the dirt. With each thrust, you were moaning more and more, your pleasure echoing in the wasteland. The others from the herd had gathered to watch, some of them even palming their own cocks as they watched their leader show you why humans don’t wander into their territory lightly.

After you were good and stretched, the creature now easily sliding in and out of your ass, it pinned you even more to the ground with its body as it unloaded a huge load inside of you.

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rs-hawk · 28 days

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Hiii! I just saw your centaur horny post and I definitely NEED to read reader giving shy centaur!boyfriend a handjob bc he can't do so 🤧🤧

You and your Centaur Boyfriend have been going really slow. The most you’ve done so far is kiss. Even that, though, you can tell excites him so bad that he can hardly stand it. His huge cock hardens quickly, eagerly leaking precum with each kiss or nip on the lips. When your tongue invades his mouth, he whines, grinding his cock on the ground slightly since he usually sits while you make out.

“You always get hard so fast,” you tease him one day, lightly tugging on his hair to break the kiss.

His face instantly reddens as he tries to break eye contact. When you don’t let him, he mumbles out, “well, I’ve never cum so it’s hard for me to not get excited.”

A grin cracks your face as you look down at him, tilting your head. “Really?”

“Don’t smile like that!” he protests sheepishly, looking down, his tail flitting.

You tug him up by his hair, only letting go once he’s fully standing. “I can help,” you offer as you walk beside him, dragging your nails along his flank.

He whines, hoofing at the ground with his front hoof. “R-really?”

“Of course. You should have told me before,” you say in a fake sympathetic voice as you trail one of your fingers up his leaking cock.

That draws another whimper out of him. His breathing always quickens. You curl your fingers around his shaft, but it barely covers half. You decide to crawl under him so you can wrap both hands around his throbbing shaft.

“Baby,” he moans, bucking against your hands already.

You shush him quietly, slowly working your hands up and down his shaft. He pants, rocking his hips back and forth as you slowly Jack him off. He quickly resorts to whining and begging for you to speed up. He’s a good boy for you, right? You should want to let him cum. He’ll do anything you want if you let him cum. He’s a mess, whining and bucking his hips like he’s a bitch in heat. Trying to just get any kind of friction.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you purr as you begin to speed up, using his precum to help keep your pace, smearing it all over his cock.

“Please, please,” he moans, hiccuping as he tries to keep from cumming despite how desperately he’s throbbing in your hands.

You giggle, running your tongue along the head of his cock. He groans, shivering and panting. Before he can get out another beg, you pull away from him, going faster than you had before, moving your hands up and down quickly.

“Okay baby. You can cum.”

He thanks you repeatedly, panting your face in his cum. His whole body shakes as he leans back on his back legs, his chest heaving and eyes half lidded.

“That’s my good boy. You did so good for me.”

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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Wondering if we’re going to get more of your Minotaur thing? It was pretty good and I liked that you referenced the actual legend

I’ve done two different versions but since you’re talking about how I referenced Greek mythology I think you mean this one.

Minotaur and you had grown close. Even though he hadn’t felt like he could be inside of you yet, he filled you with his fingers randomly. Pushing a finger deeply inside of you, curling it and stretching you out. You would whine, arching towards him, his finger just by itself stretching you more than you imagined it could.

“We can try now, couldn’t we?” you moaned one day, rocking your hips down onto his finger, desperate for more of him.

He hesitated, his long tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I don’t know…”

“Please. Please I need it,” you whimpered, grabbing at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer to you.

He kissed you softly as he slowly pulled his finger out of you. A sigh left your lips as you felt that, but that turned to a groan of approval as the head of his huge cock grinded against your dripping cunt. You eagerly pushed back against him, panting and moaning for him to just put it in already.

Despite how he was raised, alone and without any kind contact, he was still gentle with you. He propped himself up on one hand, using the other to hold his cock as he slowly pushed it inside of you. Even when you tried to push back on him, wanting to feel all of him inside of you, he held you close to him, only letting himself push in inch by inch so he didn’t hurt you.

“It’s hard for me too. Just hang on,” he grunted as you begged for him, his coarse hands clinging to your soft body.

All you could do was whimper slightly, wishing for more but not wanting to rush him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he bottomed out inside of you. “Yes, yes,” you cried, grabbing onto his shoulders, his horns, then his neck, latching onto him.

That unlocked something inside of him. While he still held you, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could reach, he slammed into you, forcing your small body to jerk in his arms with each thrust. He grunted and moaned, nearly panting, as he crammed himself inside of you. The makeshift bed you made for him forced the floorboards under you to creak. He used one hand to protect your head right before it hit the wall, using that opportunity to push you back down on his cock as he pushed up into you.

“So good. S’good,” he slurred in almost a drunk sounding voice as he ravaged you.

All you could do was bury your head in his chest until with one more thrust, he pushed into you, unloading pump after pump of cum. Afterwards, he slumped down, slowly dragging his cock out of your stuffed cunt.

You don’t say anything as you trail your fingers down his back, not wincing at the scars there. Instead you kiss the tip of his nose, then his lips. He smiled sheepishly, looking away.

“That was…”

“Wonderful,” you chimed in, tugging on him slightly so he’d lay down next to you.

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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I saw this on another account but I wanted to see your take! Can we have a bully jock werewolf? Maybe Bestie’s Werewolf Brother in college? 🥵

I think you mean @werecreature-addicted who has a GREAT series of posts about a Bully Jock Werewolf! I don’t like using ideas based on other people’s posts, but I will say that I have a post where Bestie’s Werewolf Boyfriend is being a bit of a bully by blaming the reader for “betraying” his sister when he’s the instigator. I’ll go a bit more with that.

You hated the way that he always acted so cocky and for what? He was the one that would come up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist when he thought no one else was around, nuzzling your neck and muttering how much he missed you. The second that someone else would come around, he’d reel away from you, chastising you for some stupid made up reason.

You tried to ignore how hot and cold he was because the second his hands, or his lips, were on you, you really felt alive. His sharp teeth teasing the skin of your neck, and long, sharp claws racking down your clothes, threatening to slice right through them, made you feel like you were on fire.

When you go to spend the night at your bestie’s house, you wait until she finally falls asleep to slip into her brother’s room. He’s still awake, palming his cock and groaning your name. Your mouth runs dry, and you can feel the mild pulsing between your legs. Of course he can smell you, and your arousal, already but you just stand there for a second. Waiting.

His head lulls to the side as his brows crease. “What’s taking you so long?”

As if by their own accord, your legs take you to the end of his bed. You eagerly take the head of his cock in your mouth, pushing his hands away so you can bob your head, trying to take all of it down your throat, despite how hard it is. Just as the knot is threatening your lips, his claws digging into the back of your head, trying to force it past your mouth, there’s the sound of his sister waking up in the other room.

“Fuck,” he rolls his eyes, shoving you so hard off of him that you almost fall off the bed. “Can’t you even break someone’s trust right? Go wash your mouth out and go to bed.”

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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do you have any tentacle stuff? im thinking maybe an ursula-style octopus merman bf

I don’t have anything tentacle like that but it does sound interesting so-

You always loved the beach so when you were able to book an Air BNB with a private beach, you were ecstatic. Finally you could relax on the sandy ground without anyone bothering you or worrying about having to move.

As you settled onto your towel with nothing on (because everyone hates tan lines, right?), you didn’t notice the curious eyes watching you from the deep waters. When you slipped a swimsuit on, just in case, and plunged into the cool waves, you didn’t realize that there was something just out of sight with his hungry gaze fixed on you. That would change the next day, however.

The next morning, you took off at dawn to the beach. You set everything up, eagerly waiting for the sun to finish rising. In awe, you watched the sunrise the same way that the creature that was creeping up from the depths was watching you. As soon as you’re in the water, tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, your waist. Puckers leaving soft pink marks all over your skin.

“Oh!” you squeak, lifting your legs to look what’s all over you. You gently touch the tentacle around your waist, confused but curious. “What’s this then?”

“Hello,” the octo-man said as he slowly broke the water’s surface. It seemed like he was nervous.

“Hello,” you echoed, looking at him with a tilted head.

He reached out to touch you, and a chill snaked down your back. His hand felt so squishy but also velvety. Kind of like the tentacles. In seconds, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as if staking a claim.

Your body reacted on its own, curling into his, wrapping your arms around him. In seconds, he dragged you to a small partially underwater cave just a little ways off the shore. The merman set you on a shelf of the cave, leaving you only up to your knees in the water.

“My little trinket,” he muttered as he began to tease your cunt over your swimsuit bottom.

You whimpered softly, bucking your hips slightly against the sucker that was now attached to your clit with only the thin fabric between. He smirked at your obvious need. The tentacle itches away from you before another joined it to strip your bottoms. Your cunt was already getting slick, much to his excitement. His tentacles wrapped around your body, teasing you, prodding you.

Suckers found your sensitive nipples, and another found it’s way back to your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt was throbbing, nearly dripping. “Fuck,” you moaned, arching more against his tentacles.

That was all it took for him. His largest tentacle began to push into your cunt, stretching you wide. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly stretched you out, your cunt gripping it as each inch pushed deeper and deeper into you. Another pushed into your mouth, down your throat. You gagged as you were stretched to what you thought was your limit. Then, your lover, his eyes half lidded as he groped and touched your soft human body, began to lift you slightly. His six other tentacles wrapped around you, helping lift you off the shelf. You didn’t think much of it, blissed out and on the edge of orgasm.

Just as suddenly as he lifted you, he unwound one of his tentacles from your waist, pushing it inside of your ass. You cried out against the tentacle in your mouth, but barely anything came out. He laid you down, unwinding another tentacle and shoving it into your already stretched cunt. Soon enough none where holding you as you were laid out on the shelf, your feet only in the water. A sucker was back on your clit, teasing you until you finally pulsed around the tentacles inside of you, drawing them in closer.

“There we go. That’s a good trinket,” he huffed, his sloppy kisses lining your neck.

He pushed his largest tentacle so deeply inside of you that you were certain it was in your womb. A bulge in your stomach seemed to confirm it. He panted as he came, the hot liquid a stark contrast to how cool he felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, pathetic little whines pushing against the tentacle in your mouth.

The largest tentacle withdrew, dribbling a white liquid. However, the smaller one stayed inside, as if keeping you plugged. The tentacle in your mouth finally let you breath, withdrawing to lazily wrap around your chest. The only one actively thrusting into you now was the one in your ass, slowly and deliberately timing the thrusts to the sucking of the sucker still on your clit.

You don’t know how long you lay there, moaning and begging the merman to keep going, but by the time his cum is leaking out of you and multiple loads have been dumped into your little human womb, it’s sunrise again.

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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My Brother’s Hot Friend: Week Two

FtM Reader x Dragon

Week One

You flinched slightly from how Drake’s claws dug into your arm. You don’t know why it hurt so badly, but it did. Your lower lip trembled and your eyes filled with tears, forcing you to try to blink them away.

“That hurts,” you whispered, burying your face more into his arm, muffling the sound of your voice.

“Oh,” he said, yanking his hand away from your waist as if he hadn’t even realized he was holding onto you. “Sorry Y/N. You okay?”

You pulled away from him, feeling like it would make you look ridiculous to still be burrowed into him if he wasn’t even touching you. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Your voice was tight, and you could tell by the way he frowned and drew his eyebrows together he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t say anything more about it.

He opened the passenger side door of his car, gesturing for you to get in. When you did, without a word, he surprised you by leaning in to buckle you up when your shaking hands couldn’t quite do it. Your face was burning from the liquor that still warmed your body, and it only burned hotter when his calloused fingers brushed against the exposed skin of your waist from where your shirt rode up.

“You’re a pain,” he grunted before shutting the door with a little too much force.

Rolling your lip between your teeth, you watched as he stalked across the front of the car. His face was hard, unreadable, as he entered the car. He didn’t even look at you as he started the car, and the entire time he drove he kept his eyes trained right in front of him. You didn’t speak as you twiddled your thumbs. After a few minutes, you pulled out your phone, the screen blurring before your eyes.

By the time you got back to his house, you were surprised to see that it seemed like it was completely empty. “Are you here by yourself?” you blurted out.

He parked the car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Yeah. My parents are out of town.”

“Oh,” was all you said.

He gestured for you to get out of the car and follow him, so after messing with the seatbelt for a moment, you did. The house was darker than you expected, reminding you of a cave. There were glimpses of sparkling and shiny things that hung from the ceiling. You assumed chandeliers.

You grabbed his hand, squinting in the darkness. Drake chuckled, which annoyed you, why couldn’t he just turn on a light if no one else was here?, but you didn’t say anything.

“I’ve… missed you, Y/N,” he said quietly, so quietly you weren’t even sure if you heard him right.

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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Want To Get More Content?

Hey my lovely fellow monster fuckers lovers, just a little reminder if you’d like to support me, you can check me out on Ko-fi or Patreon. Each website has exclusive content so make sure to check out both if you’re interested.

I’m in a precarious position at my day job as I ended up reporting some harassment, racism, transphobia and just general bigotry from both my management and employees, and I was put at another location that is twice as far away. Unfortunately, this is putting a huge strain on me mentally, emotionally and especially financially. It’s the main reason why I’ve been kind of MIA lately. The investigation is likely to go on for over another month, and I’m spending about a whole shift’s work on gas a week now. I would really appreciate anything anyone buys because even $1 will get you something on both ❣️

I would also love to connect with other authors/artists about how they handle their day jobs (especially large corporations) who’s discrimination against them impacts their work and how they help work through it because I’m feeling very dejected atm.

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This is the best goddamn Rick Roll I’ve ever seen in my life.

I had to:

1) find a Morse code translator

2) find a binary code translator

3) copy and paste into YouTube

4) SCREAM

Honestly, hats off to you. This is a better Rick roll than the time I scanned a QR code on someone’s bumper sticker

#Rick roll #prank #pranks #anon asks #answered asks #asks open #ask blog #send asks #send me asks #anon ask #ask me anything #ask

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rs-hawk · 1 month

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Love all my regular rebloggers. When I don’t see y’all for too long I get worried even though we never talk

Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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Dragon who is actually in love with the princess he keeps trapped in the tower. He knows how cruel humans can be, and how they hide it behind kindness. He wants to protect her as much as he wants to ravish her.

That’s it that’s the post. Send

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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My Brother’s Hot Friend: Week One

FtM Reader x Dragon

Your brother got a new best friend when he was in high school. You always had a bit of a crush on him, but he was older and cold. When your friends were over at the same time as him, you’d all joke about him being reptilian. As the years went on, your brother and him stayed close. Even after they both went off to different colleges. Even after you ended up going to college.

One summer, your brother and you had come back to visit your parents. Staying in your old childhood rooms reminded you of what high school was like. Especially when he came back to visit his parents as well, so your brother and him ended up hanging out a lot. You couldn’t help but notice how tall he was-had he always been so tall? Had he always been towering man with eyes that cut through you?

Your brother was invited to a party, and to your surprise, he invited you along too.

“You’re too uptight. Every time we talk, you’re always studying. Do you even have any friends on campus? I mean, come on Y/N. You have a single dorm and you don’t even have a boyfriend to have over. It’s kind of a waste,” he teased you right after he invited you.

“You don’t have to try to pressure me. I was going to say yes anyways,” you muttered. “I’m gonna to get ready.”

“Good! You’ll have a lot of fun, and I’m bringing Drake,” he announced before running off like a little kid to his room.

You don’t know why the idea of Drake being there made you so nervous. It took you longer than you thought to get ready because of the way your hand was trembling. By the time you’re done, your brother was impatiently in the car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Finally dude. Come on. We’re already late. All the hot girls are gonna be taken and all the good punch is gonna be drank. I’m going to be pissed if I’m stuck drinking beer all night,” he told you, speeding out of the driveway before you were even buckled up.

When you got to the party, you recognized the house as one of your brother’s old friend’s house. You’d gone for a birthday party a couple times when you were younger. So, you slipped to the bathroom to double check your appearance before you ran into Drake.

Your hair was slicked back and pulled into a tight braid that snaked down your back. The black button up you’d gone with was fully buttoned, so you took a second to unbutton the first two. It wasn’t a job interview. You knew you shouldn’t look like such a prude. Your plain jeans and boots you knew were fine, so after hyping yourself up for a moment in the mirror, you rejoined the party.

Drinks were pushed into your hand, and you got pulled into random conversations. You didn’t see Drake, but the more you drank, the less you cared. It wasn’t until some guy was chatting to you about how hard his Computer Science degree was to get that you finally spotted Drake, glaring at you from across the living room.

A laugh escaped your lips. Even when everyone else was having fun, he was cold and unmoving. The guy you’d been chatting with you acted offended, but you didn’t care all that much. Your body was warm from the alcohol, and you had a confidence you’d never had before. You apologized and slipped away from him so you could make your way to Drake.

“Hey loner,” you said with a smirk as you plopped next to him.

“What do you want?” he muttered, folding his arms over his chest and turning away.

His annoyance only made you more insistent on talking to him. You touched his arm at one point, making him reel back as if you burned him. It hurt a little bit, but you swallowed it down. Eventually, your brother came to find you, and was surprised to find you red faced and slurring drunk.

“Man, I really wanted to run Y/N home real quick so I could go home with this girl, but getting him anywhere is going to take forever,” he groaned.

“I’ll take him home,” Drake offered, though you could tell from his tone of voice he was still annoyed.

You yawned, resting your head on Drake’s shoulder. “I’m good. Seriously. Drake’s such a buzz kill that it’s not like I’m putting a damper on his night. You should go have fun though.”

Your brother laughed, ruffling your hair and fist bumping Drake. Drake muttered something you didn’t catch through the blood pounding in your ears. A few minutes after your brother left, Drake pushed you off of him.

“Come on Y/N. You can stay over with me for tonight. I don’t want to wake your folks up this late and there’s no getting you to bed quietly,” he said as he grabbed your hand, tugging you to your feet.

“Okay,” you said in a tight voice, your skin tingling where he was touching you. Your entire body was on fire.

He led you through the party, his fingers interlocked with yours to make sure you didn’t get lost. Once outside, he tugged you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his side. You took the opportunity to nuzzle against his arm, almost burrowing there. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

Drake groaned and you were worried he was going to push you away, but he didn’t. Instead, he clung tighter to you, his nails feeling almost like… claws.

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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Dragon won 🤗 I’ll be posting the first installment today!

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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Okay so this blew up more than I expected. Here’s the thing guys-

When you’re new to the game, you write things that aren’t “in”, you write anything that could be considered “political” or “woke”, it makes it hard to break through the noise. I’ve gotten agents, and then been told to “tone down” my stories (especially if I have a trans MC). I, a freaking Anthropology major with a focus in Human Culture and Pop (yes, weapons are a HUGE part of this) have been told that guns didn’t exist in the 1500s and I need to “do my research”. I have been told that my work wouldn’t reach a wide enough demographic, that I prattle on, that I get too off topic with my “side quests”.

I could go on about all the things that agents and publishing houses tell you when you’re new. Yes, I have published a couple works through writing apps. Yes, I do currently have an agent. And it’s been HARD. I can’t just write what I want. “The Great American Novel” isn’t something we get to decide. It’s what the Trad Pub Houses think will sell.

If you want to write what you want, self publish. I’m in the process of using Kindle. I just want to be able to be proud of what I’ve put out and know that I didn’t compromise. I like giving “too many” details, and based on the interaction I’ve gotten on my posts, y’all do too. I have resigned myself to the fact I’ll never be a big name author, and you can’t go into writing thinking you’ll be the next Stephen King. I’m okay with that.

I’m not saying this to dissuade you. I think you SHOULD write. You SHOULD try! I just also think to avoid the pain of rejection or being faced with reworking something you loved that I myself have been dealing with this for 15+ years), acknowledge and be okay with the fact that you’ll have to choose, and be okay if your work only makes you happy.

Working on my novel and couldn’t figure out why it felt so empty. I didn’t have any filler. It was all 100% plot. The characters only interacted when necessary. I didn’t prattle on about the scenery or how the birds sounded. I had all my fuller stuff that I loved saved in another file because I “didn’t need it”.

Y’all, I knew this existed in TV shows but it didn’t hit me until this that everything is being whittled down. We are so starving for filler that we snap up anything. I unload all mine on Tumblr or keep it in a massive Google Docs. It SUCKS.

Honestly? Death to plot necessity. Revive filler. Revive unnecessary interactions. Revive just vibing with characters sometimes. I don’t want to just consume the plot and I don’t want to just create the plot either.

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Piasa Bird bringing you shiny objects and relocating his nest by the river so you can see how beautiful it looks during the day or with the stars shining off of it. His smile faltering when he sees the pollution clogging up the river and making it look murky and muddy. It’s the first time you’ve seen him anything but confident and strong.

His reptilian eyes clouded with memory and emotion as he lands back in the nest, sitting on the far edge away from you. You assure him you still think it’s a lovely spot. You like the scenery. He doesn’t really respond for a little while, then asks why humans do this. You don’t have a good answer, so you just take one of his wings, wrapping it around yourself like you would a human partner’s arm.

You both sit in silence until the sun sets, then you point out how beautiful the stars look twinkling off the water. That at least makes him grin, showing off his mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

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Angel Boyfriend who is obsessed with the fact you’re trans. Humans are the embodiment of change as far as They’re concerned, and then you can change even more by even defying your societal norms and changing your gender?? They can’t handle it. They ask a thousand questions with a childlike curiosity. They support you in every decision you make.

They’re excited to help you fold up your old clothes and donate them, or burn them. They scream your truth beside you from the rooftops or just quietly help you navigate it, helping you keep quiet but wanting to help your defenses come down.

You just smile and thank Them every time. They just want you to be happy, and They are in awe of everything you are and everything you represent about humanity just by being you.

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So Ohio has an Urban Legend called the Loveland frog and it's a giant frog that hangs around the swamps...say a reader got too curious and wanted to learn about it...for science

Ohh yes. I am very familiar with the Loveland Frog. I've never written about anything amphibian like this before so I hope you enjoy this! I did have to do some research though so that’s why this has taken awhile 🙏

You have always been an avid amateur cryptozoologist. It's not like you ever have thought that you would actually find anything, but you have fun, and for the most part it's a harmless hobby. You decide to head to Loveland, Ohio, in search of the supposedly pleasant Loveland Frogman, more affectionately called the “Loveland Frog”.

It’s dark when you creep to the little river he’s said to reside in. To you’re surprise, there’s no one else around. You read conflicting things on the frog, but it seems like the most common is that it’s a man sized frog with human intelligence, or a frog with a man’s body. Either way, it’s weirdly creepy, and almost a bit funny to you. You wander near the river, admiring the sounds of the night and the way the stars reflect off the water.

There’s the sound of splashing behind you, and at first, you pay it no mind. Jumping frogs, little fish, maybe even turtles. It isn’t until you feel something wet and… slimy? grab your arm that you turn around. Towering over you is the Loveland Frog. A hulking creature that you never expected to be real, much less be such an impressive specimen. All kinds of thoughts raced through your mind as you looked over it, it’s hand still curled around your forearm. Most prominent is “How does this thing mate?”

The creature slowly lets go of your arm, looking you over with matched curiosity. It brushes your hair out of your face, softly touching your skin and making croaking sounds at you that you’re unfamiliar with. They’re deep and powerful, vibrating in your chest with how close it is. Then, quite suddenly, it forces one of its slimy fingers inside of your mouth.

You wrinkle your nose at the taste and spit it out, but you’re already feeling the affects. While you can clearly see this thing is a frog, not a toad, the toxins that it must exude from its skin when it so pleases are flooding your brain. There’s a warmth and wetness between your legs that makes you let out an involuntary whimper when you adjust and your pants grind against your core. The creature seems pleased at the sound of your pleasure, causing it to reach out for you again.

You’re so unbalanced on your feet, with your body feeling both too light and too heavy at the same time, that you don’t even care as it leads you to an even more secluded part of the river. You’re back to wondering how something like this could mate. Is there only one? You’re swallowed by darkness as it takes you to a thicket.

The feeling of your clothes being stripped off of you and the cool wind that blows across the river hitting your bare skin makes you hum. The creature lays you down, spreading your legs to gaze at your dripping cunt. That makes you squirm, still present enough of mind to realize that this thing is trying to mate with you, however it does that. Instead of being disgusted though, you can’t help but being curious.

It’s long tongue slides across your clit, making you cry out in pleasure, your button pulsing and throbbing already. It pushes its tongue inside of you, your back arching and whimpering moans escaping your lips as it tongue fucks you to the brink. You’re so close to cumming that when it stops, you start cursing and whining.

That’s when the creature turns you on your back, shoving your face into the dirt. You do little, your body still feeling not like your own. It-he- pushes something thick and long inside of you. You grunt as you’re stretched out, trying to adjust to his size. Then, it starts slowly humping into you, and with each thrust, small objects are deposited into your womb. That’s when you start to squirm and cry out, begging for it to stop. Instead, he curls his hand over your face, forcing his fingers inside of your mouth again.

You’re so high that you slump completely against the ground, now enjoying the feeling of your womb being filled with heavy but squishy eggs. As the creature keeps fucking you into the dirt, you can’t help but clench and cum around his cock multiple times. So many times that you lose count. Finally, he pulls out. You think that it’s over so you let yourself relax, the high making your brain foggy.

However, after a moment, something even larger is stuffed into your used cunt. You moan loudly, grabbing at the grass underneath you. The first frogman walks in front of you, shoving his cock down your throat to feed you the toxin directly as the second creature fucks his cum deeply into you, coating your womb and fertilizing the heavy eggs inside of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the toxin makes you even more sensitive, causing you to cum each time the creature inside of you does. You can feel his slick dripping out of you, coating your thighs and the ground under you. Or maybe it’s your own. At this point, you’re not sure.

By sunrise, they both slink off back to the water, leaving you still high and foggy, covered in cum, with a stomach that already looks nine months pregnant.

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