This is a collection of "x Fem!Reader" stories for when I feel needed to ship you with a crush of mine...
(or when I just can't find any x Readers that involve said crushes.)
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These will range from:
🔞Amphibia (Grime x Reader),
Psycho Gorem...
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A/N: So much fluff. So, so much. I couldn't help myself; I adore minotaurs! \(^-^)/ All photos go to their original owners!
P.S: I wanted to get this out before Christmas Eve, so sorry if it feels a bit rushed. I will come back later to fix grammatical errors, and might add onto things when I have time! Part 2 WILL be a lemon or lime, I promise! Happy reading!
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You enter the bakery, the small bell ringing overhead as you open and close the door. The warmth encases you like a soft hug, kissing your frozen, red cheeks and nose, and melting the snow on your light blue cloak.
The wet snow drips off of your hood as you slip it off, allowing the damp cloth to flop onto your shoulders and back. With a deep inhale through your cold nose, your mouth waters at the scent of newly-baked breads and muffins, and that hint of coffee; just what you came for, not to mention the craving for warmth.
"Hey, Little One." A deep, rumbling voice greets you, causing your gaze to shift to the burley beast at the cash register.
You smile, relaxing under his soft, brown-eyed gaze. "Hi, Nox."
You unhook your cloak, revealing your long-sleeved, navy blue dress with yellow accents. After hanging the cloak on the wall, you trot towards the dark-stained, wooden counter, the yellow hem of your dress heavy with melting snow.
Your eyes wander down the minotaur's body, from his dark brown-furred, strong shoulders and chest down to the thicker, coarser fur covering his pelvis and legs like pants. His upper half reveals the prominent muscles with how thin his fur is, while his lower half reveals nothing, leaving everything up to the imagination. You always wondered what his fur felt like, if it's coarse and firm or delicate and soft, or a mix of both.
When he clears his throat, your gaze flicks back up to his brown, almost black eyes. He lifts a brow, his dark spheres glimmering with something...suggestive. But surely you're misreading his expression; Minotaurs aren't known for being straightforward with their emotions.
"I'll...uh...just have my usual, please." You avert your gaze, you cheeks burning and heart pounding against your ribs as you reach into the brown pouch attached to your leather belt, searching for the right amount of coins.
"No pay."
You look up, furrowing your brows. "Nox, I am paying. I didn't pay last time, remember?" You place three gold coins on the counter and slide them towards him.
He gives the coins a single glance before turning away and waving his hand. "No pay," he repeats in a monotonous voice.
"Nox, take my money." You pout, scraping the coins across the wood as you slide them closer.
