Prompt: Handing them your underwear in public (Patreon)

You're having a romantic dinner, when you suddenly extend your hand towards your monstrous date and drop something in their claws. It's your underwear, neatly folded. You stare with a cheeky smile. How do they react?

Content: various monsters x gender neutral reader [mildly NSFW]

Centaur Manager is beyond flustered. Are you hinting at something? His head whips towards the other tables as he bites his lip nervously. To be honest, it's quite entertaining to watch him squirm in his seat, probably doing his best to hide a rapidly growing erection. "What's the matter, Mr. Manager," you say with decorum, "is it not part of the scheduled outing?" He takes a sip of his drink, catching his breath. "Actually, bending you over was already included in our itinerary. I just didn't expect you to tease me like this beforehand."

Minotaur Maid is initially confused. "Do you need me to scrub these in the sink," he'll ask, inspecting the fabric. Wait, does this mean your precious, bare bottom is touching the restaurant chair? Good Lord, do you know how many creatures sat there before you? It's diseased! Unhygienic! He'll urge you to finish your meal quickly, so he can disinfect you back at his place. If you're going to parade around without coverage, he's got a better place for you to lay on: his face.

Puppy!Hybrid will use them to wipe the drool at the corner of his mouth. Truth be told, he's been thinking about fucking you from the moment you sat down. Was it a good idea to encourage him even further? Surely he can behave until-...ah. Never mind. He "accidentally" dropped his cutlery, scurrying underneath the table to pick it up. You can feel his hands fumbling over to your legs, spreading them open. His order arrived a tad earlier than expected.

Plant Daddy is imperturbable. He's in the middle of a business call and you were hoping to see him ruffled, yet his conversation flows without change. He will gracefully hide your gift in his pocket, the faintest grin forming on his face. It's only when his meeting ends that the tone shifts. "You're in trouble, little one," he says, perhaps only half-serious. "Do you know what happens to humans who tease?" Judging from his gaze, you can guess you'll be fucked senseless tonight. As a matter of fact, you already feel a tendril tugging at your leg. Maybe he'll warm you up beforehand.

Slug Hybrid will make a whole show out of it; pretending to faint, fanning himself, asking for a glass of cold, crisp water. "You sure know how to keep a monster on his toes," he whistles, impressed. Well, it doesn't really matter what you do. He's head over heels either way. He pats the seat next to him, inviting you to come over. "Don't get any funny ideas," you warn him. Why, you think he'd just begin fondling you in public like that? And so what if he was? He'll be discreet about it. Truly. You find yourself nodding to his bright smile and soft touch.

Alien Priest observes your gesture, completely clueless. What is the meaning of this offering? He considers the circumstances: you're at a restaurant, about to eat. An appetizer? He stuffs the undergarments beneath his mask, and you hear a soft crunch. As you stare in horror, his little snack is interrupted by a glimpse into the future. He freezes, embarrassed. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Earthly ways of courting. Allow me to make it up to you after this, won't you?"