[lion Rakshasa] Dain

Linden and Colton Masterpost

Story:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Continued on the second masterpost!

Flashback 1 (nsfw) / Flashback 2 / Flashback 3 (nsfw) / Flashback 4 (nsfw) /

Lost Property:

(a collab with @maracujatangerine) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28 / Part 29 / Part 30 / The End /

Shorter Pieces:

Blanket / Looking outside / Teddy / Naming Teddy / Ripped / Plumber / Illness / Smashed / Fever / Stairs / One Bed / Another Sickfic / Hair Wash / Knife / Beach Day / Cold Evening / Burned /

Other:

picrew / picrew 2 / linden moodboard / vikram faceclaim / picrew 3 /

Christmas Gifts, a secret santa present from @maracujatangerine

Fuckboy, a fanfic by @justbreakonme (nsfw!)

My art:

art of the boys / art of linden / art of col / art of the boys / the boys / linden noodles /

Fanart:

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight /

Astarion Fanfiction Master List

We Shall Meet Again

If you date a vampire, mortality is the issue worth to discuss

Things We Deserve

Astarion still doesn't believe he is worthy of love. A lot of angst and fluff.

The Scorching Sun

With the tadpole gone, Astarion is left alone with pain and fear. A desperate attempt to redeem the ending scene.

The Skin I Hate

Astarion wakes up from yet another nightmare but this one brings even more disgusting memories that he is used to.

If I Had a Voice, I Would Scream

The Cloak of Dragomir is finally found, and Astarion can walk in the sunlight. But magic comes with a terrible price.

The Marks on Our Skin

The bite mark is the only place on Astarion's body Tav doesn't touch. Until now.

How Dare you?!

Astarion has only two desires. Become mortal again and be with Tav. But you can't have both

Fear

Tav is experiencing a panic attack.

Over the Seas

So, Astarion is mortal and Tav is alive. What next?

Snowstorm

As you stay together in a small inn, you accidently trigger Astarion.

Fever

During your post-game adventures, you get sick and Astarion takes care of you.

Pointy Ears

Astarion has very sensitive ears, you've never touched them. Until today.

Tainted

Astarion believes he's been healed - but yet another unpleasant interaction and the darkness is back.

Winter Solstice

Astarion and Tav spend Winter Solstice in the northern town of Firesheer, and the subject of marriage comes up.

Murderous Tendencies

Yet another nightmare with terrible consequences.

The Sea of Moving Ice

Astarion returns too early with a confession.

Doubts

Astarion thinks you are going to leave him for someone better and accuses you of infidelity.

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Astarion x Tyrael the Barbarian (OC Tav)

The Rogue and The Barbarian

Six months after the game, Astarions asks Tyrael why she's stayed with him.

Heartbeat

Astarion is anxious about Tyrael's pregnancy.

Alethaine, Astarion's Dhampir Daughter

Little Bundle of Darkness

Astarion becomes a father.

Beloved Monsters

Domestic fluff.

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My works on AO3

Headcanons are here

I will write

smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, sensitive trigger warning topics (SA, suicide, self-harm, traumas etc, but I will adress them as a serious issue, not a kink), established relationships, pregnancy, dadstarion, female or gn Tav/reader

I won't write

Ascended Astarion, BDSM, AU, other companions (maybe later), mindflayers --

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hi! I'm a new follower to your blog and I absolutely love your writing!

I was wondering if I could humbly request a little follow-up to the farmer and the minotaur blurb? the way you wrote that was so incredibly sweet and tender and I just loved it so much 🥰🥰

if the inspiration doesn't strike you though, no worries at all! I adore your work and want you to write what feels good to you! ☺️☺️

have a lovely day!

Part one for those of you who haven't seen it

The two of you are lying in the field together, his big head in your lap, horns angled so they don't poke you. This is something new the two of you are trying out. He finds that he likes touching you, being gentle with you, and feeling your warm skin under his rough fingers.

You're happy to comply. You like that you get to build trust with him, and well- it feels nice to have his hands on you. It's slow going, still just testing the waters, but it's a start.

He finds that he can relax like this. It's odd he's never been able to relax with another person there, but your presence is so calming. He realizes that he trusts you. and that leaves him feeling weird.

Sadly, the two of you can't cuddle forever. One of the neighboring farmers comes over to talk business, and you get up to greet them. Your minotaur hates it. He hates having anyone but you on the farm. It's his job to keep you safe, and this stranger could be a threat. Okay maybe it's not his job, but he will protect you.

He refuses to leave your side as you talk to the other man. He glares at the other farmer as the two of you talk about something or other, he isn't really listening.

"Please, will you at least consider it?" the other farmer says and takes your hand in his. "I need you."

Suddenly, your minotaur is very interested in this conversation. It sounded almost romantic. The way this other man is looking at you, touching you, it drives him insane.

"I'm flattered but-" you start, trying to pull your hand back,

"Please-" the other farmer begs, pulling you back to him. Your minotaur steps in. He's gentle when he pushes you behind him, always gentle with you. Then he turns on the other man.

"They said no," He growls. The other farmer stumbles back, clearly frightened. Good. He should know he can't pressure you into anything, not with your Gaurd Bull here to protect you.

The incident bothers him for the rest of the day. He doesn't want anyone else close to you like that. He keeps imagining what he would have done if you'd said yes to that man. Even if you said no to his particular human, you'll say yes to someone. And he hates that certainty. He wants to keep you all to himself.

He's lived a hard life. Never before has he had something that was his alone. Is it so wrong that he wants to own your heart? Probably. Probably, he's selfish, a monster, for thinking he could have you in any real way.

His hands were meant for violence. Just because he's practiced being gentle with you doesn't mean that it's not true. He doesn't deserve you... but the thought of you with someone else makes him sick.

Seafood - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

(Can be read as stand-alone stories, but there may be connections! 😏)

Tariq: The Desert Clan - Part 1 / Part 2

Deathsinger - Part 1 / Part 2

Gone Rogue - Part 1 / Part 2

Masterlist

The Easter Bunny - Werecat (Max) - Part 1 / Part 2

Shadow Creature (Rukha) - Part 1 / Part 2

Demon (Xavarran) - Part 1 / Part 2

Witch (Ezekiel) - Part 1

Lizardman (Kaelus) - Part 1

Mershark (Seth) - Part 1

Lycan (Henry) & Half Vampire (Jared) - Part 1

Dear Princess - Part 1

Werewolf (Camden) - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Whale-Mer (Kaei) - Part 1

The Wedded Knight - Part 1

Orc (Oak) - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Demon Z - Part 1

Vampires (Daenyel & Renaya) - Part 1 / Part 2

The Abominable Drider (Ceyli) - Part 1

Before He Was Ruined - Part 1

Count On Their Claws - Part 1

SPORE - Part 1

The Corinthian - Part 1

Santos - Fallen Saints - Part 1

Half-Cyborg (Alexandrian) - Part 1

Darlings; There's Something In My Teeth - Part 1

The Unlovables - Part 1

This Was Once Home: The Gentle Giant - Part 1

Movie Night - Part 1

Minotaur-Demon Hybrid - Part 1

Miscellaneous

Une Amourette - Part 1

The Dove Cage - Part 1

Piper And The Vampire - Part 1

The Mildest Bite (sfw stories)

Vampire teeth - Part 1

Wolfboy - Part 1 / (Excerpt)

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All the really short things I post that don't have a title will be tagged as #monsterimagine so that you can filter for those if you wish!

So LGBTQ+ is now completely illegal in Russia. I wonder if anyone going to talk about that. I'm so tired

Hi! I couldn’t find any other way to get to you so here goes nothing😂hopefully you see this and if you do I need to tell you just how amazing this is!! I am in love and I hope you post more!!!

Taurus Ch. 2

@monstersandmaw

She squinted a bit as Asher led her out of the labyrinth, the sun shining brightly overhead. The door to the maze was different than the one she had been pushed through, this one facing the valley and mountains in the distance rather than the coast and the sea beyond. Asher’s hand curled around her own and she looked up at him, giving him a small, kind smile that he returned. There was a village not too far from where they were and they started towards it, her hand still in his.

“Asher, my boy!” Came the shout and an older man greeted them at the edge of the village, his smile wide and genuine. He went to them and pulled Asher down, kissing him on his cheeks in greeting.

“This is Carlo,” Asher said and he introduced them, Carlo giving her a smile that instantly put her at ease.

“Another one?” He asked and Asher nodded. “Come, come! We’re glad to have you!” He put his arm around her shoulder and started leading her away, her hand slipping from Asher’s. Carlo started telling her about the village but she was barely listening, looking over her shoulder at Asher as he watched them go before turning and walking away back towards the labyrinth.

Weeks and months passed since she joined the village. Her talent at fishing was worthless in a community surrounded by mountains, but her skills at weaving and as a seamstress helped her settle in quickly, many of the others coming to her for shawls or other pieces of clothing. She hadn’t seen Asher since that day, but she could see the labyrinth in the distance.

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ LUCKY — GOJO SATORU.

contents. baths + non sexual nudity, established relationships, tired toru :(, lots of kissies and praise for the babie :(, solid proof in the form of writing of how embarrassingly lovesick i am for this FOOL

it’s past midnight when satoru walks into your bathroom. he doesn’t even question why you’re in the bath so late—just gives you a lopsided grin tiredly as you smile.

“you’re home,” you brighten.

“look at you,” he coos, staring down at you with amused eyes, “waitin’ for me?”

satoru is tired—you can tell from the way the his shoulders are slouched and his blindfold is clutched in his hand. “i was,” you hum in agreement, “c’mere.”

it’s all it takes. he’s stripped down and waiting for you to move up so he can slide behind you in seconds, hand waving to motion you forward. but you’re stubborn—you shake your head as you hold an arm out for him.

“baby,” he whines, “c’mon i was out fighting big bad curses all day. jus’ lemme hold—”

“no. just come here, toru,” you insist.

there’s something about it—something about the way your voice is so gentle, so insistent, so knowing. it’s like you can read him more than he can, sometimes. satoru is tired, you can see it, you can feel it. you can’t carry his burdens, but you can hold him while he holds the weight of the world for a night.

maybe it’ll do for now—maybe it’ll even be enough and more.

“what? feelin’ like pampering me today?” he teases, “aren’t i a lucky guy,” he hums—but he climbs into the tub anyway, settling between your legs, leaning his back against your chest as his head falls back against your shoulder.

instantly, two gentle kisses plant themselves against his head, and his eyes flutter shut. he’s starting to feel the beginnings of a headache form—the gentle thump in his skull just barely there, but persistently present.

your thumbs rubs along the sides of his head, enough pressure to soothe the pain like you know it’s coming—he thinks you must.

“you are a lucky guy,” you giggle, “look at me. such a catch.”

he grins, chuckling that boyish chuckle of his freely in your arms as he relaxes. it’s been a while since he’s relaxed, you think—it’s half past midnight and he’ll be up with the sun in a bit to head back to the school, but it’s nice to know he’s relaxed. even just for this short, rare moment.

“oh yeah,” he nods, lips curled into a grin as he cracks an eye open and peers up at you, “s no catch like my pretty ‘lil baby. i’m living it up.”

“glad you know your privileges,” you murmur contently, shaking your head in amusement as you wrap your arms around his body. one hand rubs over his abs—he wants to tease you about feeling him up, wants to make a sly comment about missing his body more than him while he was gone. but there’s something about it, about the way it’s so slow and soothing and soft—it’s so painfully soft, satoru swallows.

finally, he lets his body go slack against yours, sliding down so his head rests against your chest and the water soaks more of his body. it’s warm. the water and your arms. it’s all so, so warm and forgiving.

“aren’t you gonna tell me how lucky you are too? i’ll listen, don’t worry. no interruptions.”

“yeah?” you chuckle, threading fingers through his hair and pulling a soft sigh from him, “wanna know how lucky i am?”

“course,” he murmurs, “well, i already know you’re lucky. it’s me after all—but i’m not opposed to hearing it.”

“how humble of you, satoru,” you snort.

he grins wider—he hasn’t had a chance to smile all day. not properly, at least.

“feel free to start any second,” he says with a wink. then his eyes flutter shut again as your thumb traces his cheek, ever so gently running along the soft angles of his face.

it’s pretty—everything about him is pretty. there are no ugly parts to satoru. just the parts painted from cruel hands. they’re beautiful too, you like to think, in their own, fragile little ways.

“okay,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his head, “i’m very lucky,” you murmur into his hair.

he hums, mumbling a quiet, “knew it.”

“lucky i have such a handsome face to greet,” you pepper kisses along his forehead and find his cheek, giving it an affectionate little bite that makes him huff out an amused chuckle. “and he’s so tall too,” you add, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“that all he is?” he pouts, “just a pretty face? you’re breaking my heart, baby.”

“no,” you say quietly, grabbing his hand and brushing a thumb over his knuckles, “he’s also kind. too kind, sometimes,” you say quietly, “he comes home a bit later than usual every once in a while because he took his students out to eat. he loves them a bit too much, i think.”

“no such thing as too much love,” he hums, squeezing your hand.

you smile, admiring him as he lays against you, small in your hold even with the larger than life weight he carries.

“and he’s strong,” you add, “really strong. it’s not fair sometimes,” you whisper, “he’s got so much on his plate.”

“he handles it fine,” he assures, “he always does.”

“and then he still makes time for little old me,” you say fondly, kissing his shoulder, “never lets me feel lonely. he’s too good to me.”

“there’s no such thing as too good for you,” he gasps offendedly, pouting like you’ve insulted him, “he’s definitely not—”

“and sometimes, he comes home tired. and he tries to act like he’s not because he’s a bit of a prick who doesn’t let me help, but i’m smart and i know him well so i’ve figured it out. and if i’m extra lucky, i might get to hold him for a bit like this and help him relax.”

you squeeze him gently for emphasis, holding him closer as you press your nose into his neck and breathe in his smell. it’s like cologne that’s rudely expensive and that sweet smell only satoru has—it’s all you want to breathe in for the rest of your days.

you hope he’ll allow you that much. something tells you he will.

satoru swallows thickly at that, rubs a thumb over your bare thigh as he rests his free hand over it, the other still in your grasp.

and then, quietly, “maybe he’s fine just coming home to you,” he shrugs, “who can stay tired with such a sweet face waiting at home?”

“i don’t know,” you say thoughtfully, “he’s got a lot to take care of. wonder how he does it.”

“he’s probably the strongest,” he shoots with an easy grin, “sounds like the strongest to me.”

“he is,” you nod, “he’s a lot more than that too. i’m lucky he’s mine.”

“oh yeah?” he drawls—there’s something a little shaky about his voice though.

you choose not to mention it, pressing soft, delicate kisses along his jaw as you murmur, “yeah. he makes me feel really, really lucky. love him so much.”

“love you too,” satoru breathes, “guess we’re both really, really lucky.”

don’t talk to me i don’t want to be perceived. that’s enough softness for a lifetime so the next time i write him he’s getting hit by a bus

This is so gorgeous😭

Ravadhi (Part 9)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Female Human x Male Half-Orc Additional Tags: Exophilia, Half-Orc, Monster Boyfriend, Interspecies Romance,Angst, Slow Burn Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Alcoholism, Drug Abuse Words: 4148

Holly finds out what her mother left for her in the deposit boxes. Afterward, she and Ravadhi settle into a comfortable routine until it’s suddenly shattered. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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Holly arrived at the bank only ten minutes after leaving, which was not at all enough time to mentally prepare her for what she was about to find in the deposit boxes, left for her by her dead mother.

She waited in the line anxiously, her fist clenched around the keys that Tonri had given her and her chest tight.

“I can help the next guest,” The teller called. Holly knew him distantly from school, he was a Ratfolk man name was Auro. The two of them hadn’t been friends or really even spoke to each other, but like everyone at school, he knew who she and her dad was, and speculated along with everyone else. Despite that, he hadn’t ever bullied her or ignored her existence out of guilt.

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