#dog monster reader

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here’s a drabble idea!

Nightmare sans x dog monster! reader

so the premise is that the dear reader is a dog like doggo, greater dog, lesser dog, etc

and if we want to get REAL specific the dog breed reader is a konoki dog!

Hi! Thank you for submitting this idea!

I was shocked how quickly I managed to think of something for this prompt. I hope you don't mind that I made it a fantasy and soulmate au. I actually haven't written this sort of thing before and I am still buzzing with ideas.

I never heard of a Konoki dog before this and they look super cute! I haven't written this type of character before so I hope you like them. I certainly have fallen in love with them! (I affectionately call them Koko in my notes!)

By the way, I renamed Nightmare (and a few others!) for this to make him a more unique character. There's a note at the bottom for the meanings of their names too.

The Dark Fortress

Nightmare x Kokoni!Dog Monster Reader

Fantasy & Soulmate AU

Word Count: 6, 219

You woke up to the sound of rain softly pattering on your tent. The light was rather dim so you estimated the sun wasn't up just yet. Still, it couldn't hurt to get up and do some quick exercises before your day properly started.

The rain made the air smell good - slightly earthy with a hint of the harsher scent of ozone. The only bad thing was that you didn't like having wet fur, especially when on a mission, since it stuck to your armour and meant your weapon was harder to hang onto.

The scent in the air reminded you of a reoccurring dream that you'd been having your whole life. While the circumstances were different each time, there was always a distinctive smell present. It was earthy and sweet with aromatic undertones similar to liquorice or fennel. It was also slightly spicy or maybe salty was a better description? This smell seemed to belong to someone but you'd never been able to see what they looked like.

Not everyone believed in the concept of soulmates but you couldn't find any other explanation for why you kept dreaming about this one smell. There were instances where a few dogs had been plagued by a particular smell and then ended up finding their soulmate, but this was always in real life and never only in a dream.

With a sigh, you meticulously fastened the straps and buckles that held your armour together. While many of your fellow soldiers preferred full plate, you liked the mobility that light armour provided. This combined with your smaller size and slight frame made you the perfect scout or assassin for the Royal Guard.

You didn't have time this morning to contemplate the possibility of meeting your soulmate. You had a duty to perform and any distractions could put the lives of both you and your comrades in danger.

Your mission was to investigate the dark fortress that had appeared overnight a few months ago in the neighboring Kingdom of Shiftingtails. The kingdom's forces had apparently been completely overrun and destroyed in a matter of days. Word on the conditions inside the country had been scarce but the handful of refugees that had made it out all told harrowing tales of their escape.

Whatever magic that had created the fortress was dangerous. It corrupted the land, killing both plants and animals alike, so that nothing could survive. It was said that it could kill people as well but no one knew exactly how. There were also accounts of the dark horde and their master but no one could decide on what they looked like.

Some claimed that an army of the dead suddenly came to life and raided their homes. Others claimed there were only three skeletons responsible for the destruction. Yet there were other accounts of a single skeleton covered in the dark fortress' corruption with black tendrils. No one wanted to talk about this one any more than they had to though.

You hadn't known what to make of the accounts at first, but the deeper you and your comrades pressed into enemy territory, the more truth they seemed to hold. Thankfully, the Royal Scientist had found a way to counteract the majority of the corruption's effects, so as long as the protective coating on your armour remained intact, you would be safe.

It didn't ease your anxiety though and you knew that your comrades were also suffering from restlessness. It had been days since you had even been in combat, even longer since killing anything, and you just wanted to get this over with.

You weren't particularly bloodthirsty but even you had to admit that you secretly enjoyed the rush that came whenever a person died by your hand. It wasn't something that you went out of your way to do, even though being a soldier often put you in those situations. Everyone knew that while sometimes unavoidable, gaining EXP and especially LV, was a slippery slope to insanity. And so during basic training, it was stressed that it was preferable to incapacitate your foes and only kill as a last resort.

You emerged from your tent and stretched your limbs. It seemed like a few of your fellow soldiers were already up and about, which meant another day of marching was upon you. At least you were within sight of the dark fortress now. It wouldn't be long before you would be able to hear the satisfying sound of your meteor hammer crushing bones and inhale the scent of fresh blood again.

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Breaching the gate had been difficult but not impossible.

There had been a small horde of tall black skeletons but against the heavily armoured likes of your fellow guardsmen, they were soon cut down. While the skeletons had also been heavily armoured and wielded greataxes, a well placed blow was pretty much all it took to fell them. Even you managed to take one down, although its body didn't turn to dust and simply faded away, and you didn't even get any EXP from it.

That was strange but not unusual if they were merely summons and not actual monsters. Still, whoever summoned them must have an immense mana pool, especially if they were also the one who'd created the dark fortress in the first place.

The moment you and your fellow soldiers entered the courtyard, you were suddenly set upon by three assailants. They were fast, and with how easily they could dodge attacks or appear behind you, must have some form of instant teleportation ability.

You were forced to fight back to back with Sir Draco, which meant your ranged attacks were less effective since you had to be mindful of your meteor hammer's arc. Your own mana was limited so you were forced to fend off blows with your trusty dagger, which you normally only used for finishing off your enemies.

The three skeletons looked similar, like they could be cousins, but at the same time they were quite different from each other. They were on a whole other level from the dark hordes earlier and you were starting to worry that this could soon turn hairy.

Greater and Lesser Dog were currently taking on a giant of skeleton who had half his skull caved in, a blood red eyelight in his left socket, and wielded a massive, wicked-looking greataxe. He wore a suit of mismatched armour of various materials and styles that had been pieced together seemingly at random. It looked to be mostly plate and hide armour though.

Captain Undyne and Sir Bunbun were holding off a wiry skeleton, who had what looked like corruption pouring out of his eye sockets, a crimson glowing target floating above his chest, and wielded nothing but a cruel dagger as well as his own magic against them. He wore a form-fitting suit of black leather armour that was reminiscent of what the former Shiftingtails Kingdom's scouts used to wear.

You and Sir Draco were focusing on a shorter skeleton who was constantly switching between bone attacks and trying to stab both of you with a well-polished shortsword. He had red eyelights but the left one also had a ring of blue and he wore a red cuirass with a hood and dusty chainmail over top.

"Fall back!" You heard Captain Undyne shout. "We can't let them separate us!"

You and your comrades began shifting towards the gate in an attempt to keep them from attacking your flanks. Although, you'd only taken a few steps when your nose caught a particularly familiar scent. It was sharp, earthy and yet sweet at the same time - the exact scent from your dreams. But where was it coming from?

You noticed a flicker of red out of the corner of your eye and just managed to dodge yet another strike from the hooded skeleton. He scowled and you bared your teeth in response before he darted out of your reach again. He smelled like smoke and death so it certainly wasn't him.

"Come on, pup. If we don't move now, they'll cut us off from the others," Sir Draco rumbled as he blocked another volley of bone bullets with his shield.

You sniffed the air intently, barely hearing what he'd said. That scent...they were here somewhere... Your soulmate was here!

Without really thinking, you darted off in the direction that you were certain the scent was coming from, disregarding the fact that you were also running away from your comrades. You just managed to dodge a bone bullet the hooded skeleton summoned, although it did graze your side. You could hear Undyne shouting at you to return but you didn't listen and kept running. It seemed like no one was actually chasing after you but you could still hear the clash of weapons at the gate, so maybe your comrades had kept them occupied?

The scent was coming from further inside the fortress and only grew stronger the further you ventured, until you managed to slip into a dark building and close the door behind you.

Your paws were great at muffling your footsteps and thanks to your nose, you knew that you were close to the source of the scent. You stepped cautiously around furniture and through passageways until you entered the largest library you'd ever seen.

There was light here, from various lanterns and candles peppered throughout the room, which you were grateful for since you couldn't really see in the dark, although you couldn't help but feel uneasy. You slipped between bookshelves and your ears twitched as you strained to hear the slightest sound. Other than the clinking of the length of chain in your paws and that of your own armour, everything seemed quiet.

Too quiet.

The scent was everywhere and you were starting to have a hard time pinpointing which direction to keep moving in. The fur on the back of your neck suddenly stood on end and you quickly turned, only to come face to face with another skeleton.

He was covered in corruption and four tendrils undulated restlessly behind his back. He wore no armour but underneath the black ooze he seemed to be wearing fancy clothing. He had a gold circlet on his skull and a single cyan eyelight in his left eye socket, as his right was covered by the ooze.

You had barely registered his appearance when he lashed out with his tentacles, slamming you against a nearby bookshelf. You let out a yelp from the impact and heard your meteor hammer clatter to the ground as you lost your grip on the chain.

"Who let a mutt into my home?" the skeleton hissed.

You squirmed but your attempts to escape only caused his tendrils to coil tighter around your body, until it was difficult to breathe.

He drew closer until you were only a few inches apart and narrowed his good eye socket at you. "Are you even a soldier?"

Your eyes widened as it occurred to you that the smell that had haunted you for years was from him. He was your soulmate. Him...the one who'd overthrown an entire country singlehandedly was your one and only.

You pawed at the tendrils around your body. "You're... You're the one..." you managed to gasp.

His smile widened and he let out an amused chuckle. "I'm what? I assure you that whatever you're about to say, I've heard it all before." He let out a sigh and loosened the grasp his tentacles had on you ever so slightly. "But I suppose I can humour you a little bit..."

You couldn't help but cough the moment you could breath properly again. After taking in several lungfuls of air, you looked up at him before trying to explain.

"You're the one I've been dreaming about all my life. My soulmate..."

He stared at you for what felt like an eternity but in reality was probably only a minute. He raised his bonebrows slightly but otherwise showed no further reaction to this revelation.

"Well... That's actually a new one." He chuckled and stepped back a bit but noticeably didn't let go of you. "My apologies, it seems I underestimated you slightly. You're amusing at the very least..."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "I'm serious! I've been looking for so long and now I've actually found you."

He rolled his eyelight before giving you an odd look. "I don't believe you. I don't have a soulmate," he muttered.

"Of course you do! I wouldn't have sought you out if we weren't meant to be together!"

"It's not possible, alright?"

"But-"

His tendrils suddenly constricted once more, although your ability to breath wasn't as impeded this time. You couldn't possibly break out of his hold now and you were all but forced to stay still.

"I mean it," he growled. "Now, I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to tell me the truth, understand?"

"Yeah, okay. Just, not so tight please?"

He pointedly ignored your request as if you hadn't said anything at all. "Why are you actually here?"

"My comrades and I were ordered to investigate this place and if possible, take down the source of the corruption. Although, it seems that's you, isn't it?"

"Yes, I am. My name is Lord Donovan, the new ruler of this land." There was a twinge of pride in his voice and he puffed out his ribcage slightly. "Where are your comrades?"

You didn't like how ominous his tone sounded but there was no reason to lie to him. "They're probably still fighting your men at the gate, at least they were before I caught your scent and sought you out."

He gave you an incredulous look. "You broke rank on the off chance that I was your so called soulmate? What a foolish thing to do, almost as foolish as coming here in the first place."

You wrinkled your nose and let out a frustrated huff. "You are my soulmate!" you growled. "How many times do I have to tell you that before it gets through your thick skull?!"

He abruptly yanked you closer until your foreheads were nearly touching, but so that he was leering down at you. "Listen well, mutt. I am not your soulmate. I am an entity of pure hatred and spite. I am incapable of love or any remotely positive feeling for that matter."

"S-surely there's a way to find out?" you whimpered.

He sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Yes, there is a divination ritual that can be performed, but such a thing takes time, something you don't have right now."

You squirmed in his grip. "I don't need some fancy ritual to prove that you're wrong. If you just, let me go for a moment, I'll show you."

He eyed you warily before taking a glance around the library. "Fine, but don't try anything. I would prefer if you didn't ruin any of these tomes with your useless dust."

You gave him a curt nod, although the casual threat wasn't lost on you. "Same goes for you."

He released his tendrils, dropping you unceremoniously to the ground but you managed to land your feet. After straightening your armour and retrieving the weapon you'd dropped earlier, you turned back to him again.

Lord Donovan stood with arms crossed and a critical expression on his face. "I'm surprised that you would risk turning your back on an enemy," he commented.

You chuckled, "Well, you just said that you didn't want to ruin these books."

He narrowed his eye socket. "I could've lied..."

You snorted but chose not to needle him further. Instead, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes before pressing a paw against your chestplate.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm baring my soul to you. What does it look like?" you retorted.

You could feel him judging you but he made no move to interrupt. "You're a fool," he finally stated.

You ignored him and drew your soul out, letting the upside down white heart float lazily in your palm. It wasn't perfect like it had once been but the faint cracks spoke of the many battles you'd survived to get to this point. You could even see your stats, which was only further proof of your strength and the deeds you'd committed for it.

When you met his gaze again, you noticed that he looked a bit uncomfortable. His permanent grin had fallen and he was doing his best not to look at your soul directly. He actually reminded you a little of a bashful child at the moment.

"How does this," he vaguely gestured at you, "actually prove anything?"

You had to grit your teeth to keep from laughing at him. Had he never been taught how these things worked? Even an eight year old could understand the significance of baring your soul to your fated.

"The frequency of our souls are the same and that means we are soulmates," you responded.

He scoffed at that. "I'm not showing you my soul."

"Come on... If you'll just do this one thing, you'll know that I'm right!"

He frowned and shook his skull.

"Please, I'm not trying to trick you..." When he made no move to respond, you sighed and held out your paws. "I understand that you don't trust me; I probably wouldn't either if I was in your position. You can hold my hands if you want, I promise I won't hurt you."

He eyed them for a moment. "Fine...but on one condition..."

You nodded vigorously, "Of course!"

"If you really want to see my soul, then I can't have you leave, at least not alive... Are you actually willing to give up everything, including your friends and family, on something as improbable as being soulmates?"

"With all due respect, I am a soldier. I live each day as if it were my last, as does my family. When I was ordered to come here, I did so knowing that I likely wouldn't return and if this is the price I must pay to find my soulmate, then I am willing."

He seemed to consider your words for a moment before meeting your eyes again. His cyan eyelight flickered for a moment before a new look crossed his face. It almost seemed like one of respect but you couldn't entirely be sure.

"Very well then, if you're certain you won't live to regret it."

He hesitated for a moment but when you didn't pull away, he stepped closer and coiled two of his tendrils around your wrists. His grip was firm but surprisingly gentle and he lifted your paws over your head, so there was no way for you to attack him. In this position, your height discrepancy was much more obvious and you felt rather small next to him.

You felt completely exposed like this, even though you were still wearing your armour. Having your soul floating freely with no way to shield it from anyone else's eyes was honestly a little terrifying. He could strike you down in an instant and there wouldn't be anything you could do about it.

Lord Donovan brought his hand to his ribcage, mimicking the gesture you had made earlier. He focused for a second before pulling his own soul from his body. It wasn't shaped anything like you'd expected, instead it was more oblong than heart-shaped, much like the cross section of an apple. It was jet black with a cyan flare around the edges and seemed like it too was coated in corruption like the rest of his body.

You couldn't help but find his soul oddly beautiful but you kept your comments to yourself for a moment. Instead, you watched him calmly for what he'd do next.

He seemed to be contemplating something before gingerly bringing his soul closer to your own. You were thankful that he didn't let them touch, instead holding it a few inches away.

You waited with baited breath.

At first, your souls simply floated there, slowly thrumming with latent mana.

Suddenly you felt an intense pulse pass through your soul.

It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, although slightly similar to the high that you'd experienced a few times when your LV increased, except way better. There was a rush of power but also a strong euphoric feeling that made all your uneasiness ebb away.

Donovan seemed utterly stunned. His cyan eyelight had shrunk down at least two sizes and he stood stock still like a statue.

"You felt that?" you whispered, although you couldn't keep yourself from grinning like a maniac.

He seemed completely at a loss for words and it took him a moment to even register that you'd asked a question at all. "I... Yes...I felt that..."

"Do you believe me now?"

"You were right about the frequency being the same..." He finally tore his gaze away from your souls and gave you an intense look. "You can't leave me."

You chuckled and tried to move your arms, only to remember that he still had you restrained. "A deal's a deal. I saw your soul and we're soulmates now; seems fair to me."

"Indeed..." he murmured, before guiding his soul back into his ribcage. You noticed that he hesitated to do the same for you.

You chuckled softly at his apparent awkwardness. "I can do it myself if you'd rather not, you'll just have to let me go first."

"No, it's fine..." He took great care not to graze your soul with his claws as he returned it to it's proper place in your chest. His movements were rather stiff though, almost like he was handling fine china and was afraid of smashing it.

His hand lingered for a moment, as if he was debating if he should actually touch you or not, before pulling away. "Forgive me...but this is a lot to take in at the moment. I never thought-" He cut himself off and changed the subject. "I never even asked for your name..."

You smiled and told him your name as his tendrils around your arms loosened, allowing you to lower them back to your sides, but not actually letting go just yet. The tips wound softly through your fingers like they were curious or maybe they just wanted to hold you like a lover might.

"I suppose there is still the matter of your former comrades." He looked off in the direction you thought the gate was in before asking a question. "How would you prefer I deal with them?"

You felt your heartbeat quicken. "I'd prefer they leave with their lives, but knowing Captain Undyne, she wouldn't give up until every one of her men got out safely."

"That poses a problem," he hummed and tapped his mandible thoughtfully. "As my own won't quit until they eliminate all resistance."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Maybe I could talk to my comrades and convince them to leave?"

"No." His expression darkened and he turned back to you. "They won't leave if they see that you're alive."

"So what do we do?"

He thought for a moment before turning to leave the library, tugging you along with his tentacles. "I have an idea, come with me."

You let out a small yip as you nearly stumbled over your own hind feet while trying to follow him. He spared you a glance over his shoulder but kept quickly moving through the dark passageways. He did mercifully let go of one of your arms so you would have a bit more balance though.

He led you into a room that, from the shelves of tonics and the racks of drying herbs, reminded you of an apothecary. The various herbs and ingredients all melded together into a slightly musty smell that you weren't fond of.

Donovan pulled a specific vial down from the shelf and brought it over to the work bench. You walked over and leaned against it to see what he was doing. After adding a few ingredients and swirling it together, he turned back to you.

"I need you to trust me..." He trailed off and glanced away before muttering, "Not that I've done anything to deserve your trust so far..."

You gave him a gentle smile and stepped closer to put your paw on his arm. He inadvertently jumped at the contact but didn't pull away.

"Of course I trust you. Whatever your plan is, I'll go along with it."

His bonebrows furrowed and he lightly stroked the fur on the side of your face with his claws. "Can I have your dagger?"

"I'm surprised you even noticed I had one," you chuckled as you drew the blade from its sheath and held it out to him.

He hummed and took it from your grasp. "I think you'll find that there isn't much that escapes my attention." He eyed the sharp edge for a moment before glancing back at you. "How attached are you to this?"

You frowned slightly. Your dagger wasn't too special to the naked eye but it had served you well ever since you'd been gifted it after your first successful mission. Even though it wasn't your primary weapon, any of your comrades would recognize it as yours if they saw it.

"It's just a dagger," you answered. "It's a small sacrifice to be with you forever."

He watched you for a moment before nodding. "Very well. This will hurt, but I'm only going to do what's necessary for you to be free of them."

You felt his tendrils coil around your body, cradling and holding you in place. He caressed your face and seemed to study your eyes for a second longer. You took a steadying breath and nodded.

And then he ran you through with the dagger.

You should've found something to bite down on before agreeing to this but your scream of pain was cut off when he abruptly yanked you into a kiss. It was a rough kiss and, if he wasn't holding you in place, you might've fallen over from the forcefulness.

He pulled away quickly and pressed the vial to your lips. It had a harsh taste but you managed to get it down without choking. Almost immediately, you felt an odd warmth flood your body and your eyelids began to grow heavy.

Lord Donovan laid you down on a bed that hadn't been in the room and you wondered if he'd brought you somewhere else. You knew he'd just inflicted what would normally be a mortal wound but somehow your body wasn't falling to pieces. If it weren't for the pain and sudden exhaustion, you probably could've run a mile. Whatever was in that tonic was obviously far stronger than any healing potion you'd ever been able to afford.

Your gaze met his own and when you held eye contact, he seemed relieved. He still held your dagger but it was thoroughly coated in what you instinctively knew was your own dust so that not even the handle was spared. He then took it in two of his tendrils and snapped the blade in half, as if it were nothing but a twig and not hardened steel.

Your shocked expression must've been concerning as he frowned and moved closer to you again. He combed his claws through the fur between your ears in a comforting manner.

"I'm sorry, but this needs to be as convincing as possible if they are to leave and not return in some foolhardy attempt to rescue you."

You swallowed thickly and managed to nod.

"Rest now, I will deal with them myself. You have my word that they won't be unnecessarily harmed."

You were out before he even left the room.

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You awoke to the sound of several unknown voices. There was a loud voice that spoke the most and the fastest, a softer and more raspy voice that occasionally answered the first's questions, and then there was a third much deeper voice who only spoke in clipped one word answers. They immediately fell quiet as soon as they realized that you were awake.

When you risked cracking open your eyes, you came face to face with one of the skeletons from earlier, specifically the one that had corruption leaking from his eye sockets. His skull took up most of your field of view but you could just barely make out the other two skeletons near the doorway.

"well well, look who's finally awake~" he teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I suppose so. Now can you back up a bit?"

He smirked but mercifully stepped away from the bed so you could sit up. Your armour had been removed at some point although you were still wearing your tunic. You would likely need new gear after Donovan stabbed you anyways, but you didn't like being in the same room as three very dangerous people while unprotected.

There was still some pain but you seemed perfectly fine otherwise. Maybe later you'd have to check where the wound had been to see how it had healed. You could feel that a bandage had been wrapped around your abdomen but that was all that seemed to have happened.

"so, word is you and the boss are thick as thieves all of the sudden..."

You glanced up at him sharply. There was no point in denying it but should you really tell them why he'd spared your life?

He chuckled and glanced over at the other two, who seemed like they could care less. "we've just been dying to meet you, haven't we?"

The large skeleton huffed and the hooded one merely rolled his eyelights.

He didn't seem phased by their lackluster enthusiasm and soon turned back to you again. "you got a name then, cutie?" he asked way too sweetly.

You raised your head and squared your shoulders before introducing yourself.

"aw, it suits you!" He grinned, although it was a tad too wide. "i suppose introductions are in order then..."

"the big guy goes by maul," he said and pointed him out to you. He bent down to whisper in your ear, "he doesn't talk much, but between you and me, it's rumoured that he used to be the headsman during the coup in the horrur kingdom."

You believed it. The way you'd seen him swing that greataxe was proof enough of his strength. You were curious how he got the head wound if he was just the executor, but you weren't about to ask.

Maul's single red eyelight observed you coolly before he nodded slightly. At least he didn't seem like he wanted to tear you apart right away.

"mr. broody goes by reven." He directed your attention to the skeleton in question before repeating what he'd done earlier. "pretty sure he still wears his old paladin armour, despite breaking his oath after his brother got dusted. he's the one responsible for the crimson stabbings, didn't you know?"

You pulled the sheets slightly closer and swallowed nervously. You remembered how afraid everyone had been during that time and how at a loss your superiors had been. The murders had gone on for years before just stopping without any conclusion being reached.

Reven narrowed his eye sockets suspiciously but he seemed to like the effect that his supposed reputation had on you.

"it's actually kinda impressive you held him off for as long as you did back there~"

Reven scowled at his loud mouthed compatriot's words and crossed his arms. You certainly didn't feel proud of yourself and if it wasn't for Sir Draco, you knew he would've overwhelmed you quickly.

Trying to distract yourself, you turned to the last unnamed skeleton in the room, who was still a bit to close for your comfort. "And who are you?" you asked.

"You can call me Dirk, or anything else you feel partial to~" He practically beamed at the revelation that you were even remotely interested in his backstory. "I used to run with some brigands and we made a decent killing for a while. Although, I was always meant for something more than that boring life so I killed them instead."

You didn't know what you had been expecting but how flippant he was about committing murder was more than a little unsettling. You really shouldn't have been so surprised though.

"Your armour doesn't belong to you, does it?" you asked carefully.

"oh yeah." He grinned before adding, "i stabbed a guy for it!"

You ran a hand down your face and sighed. "Of course, why did I think you would've done anything otherwise?"

In an effort to change the subject, you glanced at the others and asked a different question. "What happened to...my companions?"

Neither Maul nor Reven seemed interested in answering although the latter suppressed a small chuckle.

Dirk pulled a face and shook his skull. "they ran like cowards," he muttered.

You frowned. "That doesn't sound quite right. Are you sure?"

"well... the fish lady got pretty mad when the boss revealed that you were 'dead'..." He made finger quotes and chuckled. "she actually tried to fight him but he taught her a lesson real quick."

Reven chuckled as well. "she had to be hauled away by the rest of them..." he muttered under his breath.

You felt your heart drop. Donovan had promised that he wouldn't kill them, but you still couldn't help feeling concerned. What if she succumbed to her injuries before getting to safety?

"hey."

You glanced over at Dirk and immediately noticed that his permanent grin had fallen slightly.

"how do we know that you didn't just trick the boss into thinking you two are... what's it called?" he paused for emphasis before continuing, "soulmates, or some other dumb crap?"

He took a step closer to the bed and you inadvertently tried to back away from him. Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the other two had seemed to take interest as well. Maul stayed by the door, although his grin widened in an unsettling way and he crossed his arms. Reven narrowed his eye sockets and took a few steps closer.

"Of course not! I wouldn't-"

Your protest was cut off when Donovan suddenly materialized on your other side. The boys paused and turned to look at him, although at first he said nothing and shot each of them a look of displeasure. Without saying a word, he wrapped your body up in a few of his tendrils and pulled you closer to him.

"If any of you so much as look at my soulmate wrong, I will not hesitate to strip your souls from your miserable bodies and torment you for eternity," he growled quietly.

You felt a shiver run down your spine but his threat seemed to have an effect on the boys. Maul glanced away and Reven seemed to visibly deflate. Dirk seemed to grow uncomfortable but outwardly didn't appear intimidated.

Donovan eyed each of them for several long seconds before he turned to you and seemed to visibly relax. He gave you what was supposed to be a comforting smile but it still looked a little scary on him.

"I didn't go for a killing blow but holding back is a little difficult for me. She'll probably just lose an eye if treated properly," he stated. His tone came across as pretty ominous but you did feel some relief that he'd at least attempted to keep his word.

"Thank you, I appreciate that you still tried."

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Later, once you were properly healed, Dirk approached you in the common area while you were attempting to salvage what you could from your old armour. You inadvertently tensed up but he flashed you a smile that was probably supposed to look friendly.

"so, i've been thinking," he started to say.

You raised an eyebrow. "That's worrying," you responded with an awkward laugh.

Across the room, you heard Reven snicker but he didn't bother trying to join in.

Dirk's smile grew wider. "heh... anyways, each of us has a place on the team. maul is the muscle, reven is good with both melee and ranged fighting, and i'm the assassin but i dabble in ranged attacks too. so, what do you do?"

You took a moment to think it over. You wanted to get along with them and if proving yourself a competent teammate would help, you were determined to do your best.

"Well, I'm generally a forward scout but I'm more than capable of holding my own in melee combat."

Dirk nodded, "fun! i guess we'll have to eventually come up with a nickname for you." He held out his hand and tilted his skull all the while smirking at you. "welcome to the dark fortress."

You grasped his hand and smiled. Maybe you'd like being here a lot more than you originally thought.

Notes:

A meteor hammer is kind of like a flail. It is a weapon with one or two weights attached to a length of chain. It may be impractical, but I had a distinct mental picture of MC swinging it around that I loved.

Donovan is an Irish name and means dark warrior.

Maul is actually named after the weapon of the same name (although the verb is kinda fitting too!).

Reven is short for revenant and a nod to one of the coolest characters in Star Wars (Darth Revan).

Dirk is named for a type of dagger.

Did you catch what kingdom was taken over by Donovan and his gang? I had a hard time coming up with one that made sense so Storyshift it was. In this world, each AU is its own kingdom, meaning pretty much every major AU can and probably does exist somewhere or somehow.

#raccoons drabbles #undertale #dreamtale #fantasy au #soulmate au #nightmare x reader #nightmare #reader #dog monster reader #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #nightmare's soul shape is not original to me #not sure who came up with it but maybe wishing-stones? #i really love these characters and i have so many more ideas #maybe i'll write a follow up sometime? #i just mashed a ton of aus together so anyone can join in the story! #i would love to answer questions and go feral about this in the future! #i live for dark possessive characters now...

[werecreature-addicted]

A werewolf boyfriend giving you a quick kiss while he steals a couple fries off your plate is the same as a dog doing tricks for table scraps you cannot change my mind.

#'if I'm cute enough i will earn food' #oh you're a big hunter? #you're a monster? #you're a lap dog giving puppy dog eyes #trading in your pride for a little snack #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Dog Girl's Bitch

Trans Dog Girl Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, biting, big girl dick, non-human genitals, general yandere behavior, licking, language barrier, breeding

Word Count: 390

(Super short, but hope you like it!!)

You were walking through the park on your way home after work. You were eating a burrito from a nearby street vendor when a dog girl approached you.

She walked beside you on all fours. Naked except for the fur covering her legs and arms. She looked up at you pleadingly, drooling as she stared intently at your food. Her fluffy tail wagged happily.

She said something you couldn't make out. Most of the wild dog hybrids couldn't speak any human language. They were just as smart as humans, but more prone to following whims and instincts.

You sighed and gave her the remaining half of your food, she muttered something happily as she took it and ran off to the bushes to enjoy her prize.

As any reasonable person would, you thought that was the end of it. But after you left, she followed your scent all the way to your home and snuck into the open window. You smelled wonderful to her and had treated her with kindness, she was sure you'd be a good parent for her pups.

She found you sleeping on your back wearing only your underwear. She sniffed at you then moved your underwear to the side while keeping it on you and plunged her large musky cock right into your unsuspecting hole.

You woke up with a horrible pain, and it took your frightened mind a minute to understand what was happening.

It only hurt for a minute before the pain melted into pleasure as her swelling knot rubbed your insides as she pistoned back and forth. You moaned in a riot of ecstasy as she bit your neck positively.

Her small tits pressed into your face and her full nuts smacked into you as she kept breeding you.

It didn't matter what gender you were, she liked your scent and knew you were kind and wanted to try her best to fuck her puppies into your belly.

You came before she did, but she wasn't far behind, leaving you both panting as her knot kept the two of you together, her hot splooge warming your insides.

She said something you didn't understand in a sweet, comforting tone before licking your cheek.

Whatever her words were didn't really matter. It was clear that from now on you were her mate. Her breeding bitch.

#yandere terato #yandere #female yandere #Mtf yandere #Yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere girlfriend #My OCs #Yandere dog girl #Gender neutral reader

[141trash]

Okay okay hear me out. Established relationship with Price. He's getting ready to leave for a while and he makes a comment about getting you a dog or something for protection.

Cut to months later. he returns in the middle of the night and is just ready to crawl into bed next to you when in the darkness he hears a growl. He turns on the lamp at the bedside to see a tiny fluffball curled up on his side of the bed glaring at him.

"John?" you mumble lifting your head to gaze sleepily at him.

"Its me. What the hell is that thing?" he points at the dog.

"That's Monster. y'told me to get a dog." you say, curling your arm over the sweet little puppy you adopted while he was gone.

He snorts in disbelief as the dog soaks up your sleepy affection, "That is a rat. I meant a big dog. one that could protect you."

"She protects me just fine. Don't you Monster? Don't be mean."

#john price x reader #captain price x reader #john price x you #cod x reader #you know he grows to love the dang rat #yes i named the dog monster #my malshi's nickname is monster #141trash #my posts #sah rambles

[narrators-journal]

For the Lovecraft ask can we add breeding kink and squirting and maybe size kink and belly bulge

Also maybe reader is his wife and she’s turned on by him

I just kinda went wild with your prompt ngl. Lovecraft is still reader’s husband, and she’s still turned on by him! But I wrote this less as a bsd-exclusive kinktober-style fic, and leaned into the monsterfucking aspect to just GO HAM on the tentacles and monster angle. So yes, this is Lovecraft x reader, but it’s also kinda able to be read as a general monster smut. Which, was fun to write! Sorry if I went a bit light on some things, or it’s not quite to your liking on the details, this is sort of my toe back in the water after kinktober.

Thankfully it’s not as bad as last year, but ya still gotta give yourself some leniency after a challenge, y’know?

CW: teratophilia, sacrificing, tentacles, possible oviposition? U can kinda ignore that tbh, but it’s there. Breeding kink is lightly impied, size difference is also implied, squirting

It was an ancient, possibly outdated tradition, to sacrifice women to a god in exchange for a good harvest. Yet, ever since you could remember, each spring had been marked by the offering of a fertile woman to the god of the sea your town relied on. Normally, said woman was on the younger side, around eighteen to twenty for the best fertility chances, but your grandmother had always warned you that standards were likely to change. So, as you bathed and mentally prepared for whatever happened to the sacrificial brides of your god, you weren’t surprised at your position.

You weren’t a virgin, nor were you eighteen, or even twenty, in fact, you’d gotten married before you had been chosen to be this year’s sacrifice. Yet, there you were. Your hands being tied behind your back by your husband before you were walked down to the beach, nude, to await your new ‘husband’.

Like any other sacrifice to your town’s god, you had been tied to the edge of the dock. Your hands bound behind you, your foot tied firmly to one of the sturdy supports. So, all you could really do was sit on the rough wood of the water-warped platform and listen to the waves lazily lapping at the sand beneath the dark, star-speckled night sky.

However, it wasn’t more than two hours max before you first spotted an odd, slow movement in the water. Too slow for it to be some sort of person, but too big to be a fish. It’s okay, You told yourself as you watched the form approach and sink into the glittering soup before you, Brides don’t always turn up dead. It’ll probably be okay, no matter what happens.

With that, you took a deep breath to calm the knot of anxiety that formed in your chest. Yet,when you felt the cold, watery slime of a tentacle’s smooth skin against your own, you still jumped and attempted to scramble away. Yet, there was little you could do beyond scoot as far from the edge of the dock as your tether allowed. Not that your nerves did much to dissuade more green tentacles from rising out of the water to snake around your ankles and wrists, or around your waist to trap you in place. To hold you hostage while more tentacles emerged from the cool sea water to explore your nude body. It was disgusting.

Yet, at the same time, it was thrilling.

Ever since you were little, you had heard tales and rumors about all of the many things that might happen to the ‘brides’ your town offered to the sea god in exchange for the plentiful fish, including the exact situation you now sat in. But, in those past years until your own eighteenth birthday had passed, some part of you had always feared the possibility of becoming the sea god’s bride.

However, when you’d passed eighteen and gotten married, that fear had gone dormant. But, it hadn’t left completely. After all, how could a woman ever put to rest the anxiety of being one bad flu season away from being chosen to risk being torn to shreds or split in half?

Only to find, that the slow slide of tentacles, and the gentle kisses of their suction cups against your nipples or the tender skin of your inner thigh didn’t disgust or scare you as much as you had expected. Instead, they excited you.

Even when a rather meaty tentacle slipped between your legs to prod at your dampening cunt, the pressure of it against your folds sent lightning through your blood, and the stretch of it pushing into you was enough to wipe away the fears and earn a lewd noise. And while yes, you weren’t a virgin, as hardships had left sacrificial options too slim to offer an eighteen-year-old woman and ensure something like that, there was simply something far more exciting than your human husband could achieve.

Yet, that didn’t keep the tentacle from settling deep within you, creating a bit of a bulge in your belly while your muscles twitched and stretched to accommodate the growing girth of the appendage within you. Nor, did it stop the tentacle when it began to move.

In. Out. In. Out. The tentacle’s movements within you were slow. Curious, almost. The odd, slick appendage somehow able to brush against and find each of your sweet spots as it pushed deeper into you to explore every inch of your gummy walls. And, while the monster you had been sacrificed to didn’t seem interested in your pleasure, the tentacle’s slow, thorough thrusts and flexes still managed to draw lewd moans out into the warm night’s air. Oh god, why does this feel so good? You managed to think while your back arched off of the rough wood of the dock you laid on into the inquisitive caress and attention of the tentacles that still squeezed and toyed with your breasts. Feeding the fire in your veins that you tried to ignore, even as the more primal, needy part of you begged, More. More! I feel too good. I need more! In a shameful plea for that pleasure to continue to be indulged.

And, as if the god had read those deep, lust-addled thoughts, the tentacles that snaked around your breasts and toyed with your nipples squeezed your mounds and the thicker tendril that stretched your cunt so deliciously flexed against that special spot within you. Pulling another, louder cry of desire from your throat with the force of the lightning it sent hurdling through you. Yet, even as your blood screamed with need, and the chill of the water-cooled tentacles that held your wrists and legs down were the only things keeping your small body from combusting, your new husband kept going. “Hah! W-wait! Hold on!”You begged into the spring night’s air, able to feel the tell-tale tightening of your muscles with each brush of that thick tendril against your g-spot. “I-I’m gonna- ngh!- going to c-cum! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, no longer scared of your fellow townsfolk hearing your blissful calls over the waves when your euphoria crashed down upon you with such force that your juices squirted out slightly.

Though, your pleasure didn’t end with the deviant pleasure. You merely got a brief break from the friction, as the tentacle that sat buried in you stilled to let you stare up into the colorful night sky and catch your breath. And, for a second, you thought your monster husband had somehow sensed that you had orgasmed and was going to stop or at least pause their movements. However, the tentacle only paused for a moment, before you felt the already thick girth of the tendril move more within you.

Not to continue fucking into your twitching entrance, though, but to push something into you. The...egg? Capable of being felt as it slid down the length of the tentacle to settle into your womb. Followed quickly by more and more masses being pumped into your belly to the point that your belly began to look bloated. Not that you minded, though. You simply laid on the dock, listening to the waves lap against the supports beneath you while the tentacles kept hold of your limbs until your monstrous husband was satisfied with how plump your belly had gotten. Only then, did those strong tendrils finally release you to lay on the dock beneath the stars. Exhausted, slimy, and bred.

#bsd #Bungo stray dogs #Lovecraft x reader #x reader #monster x reader #spicy #lemon #ask #tentacles #Hp lovecraft #kinktober #not sfw #monster spice

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Hi queenie, here Is your Male Ocs lover, I saw your post so I'll Make you a question about the reactions of your male Ocs, when they find out about Cotton mating with The Reader.

How do you think the boys would react to that? Could Cotton escape the wrath of The Boys? I leave it in your hands.

PS: You know how to do your yanderes very well, I loved Benny's, Kisses

-👍

YAYAYAYA HI 👍!

So cotton wasn't originally supposed to be apart of the yandere farm but this is an au where he is! In the original story he's supposed to be a solo yandere but in my oc kink list 2 I added him there since he's a hybrid 💀

Lmao so here's a Tiny list of who would rock his shit: (all the OCS that are amab)

Brutus, bubba, Coachella, kiki, Kim, tancho, Gabriel, king, prince, sweet pea, Timothy, harmony, Roxy and Johnny

The ones who would be pissed but wouldn't do anything:

bladviba, big daddy, Casper, Miguel, foolish, Simon, Sydney, tsu, koromo, mason, wehrner, poka, Silas and Milo

The girls are all over the place, most of them are insane

But all in all, they're all pissed to some degree so if cotton doesn't want his shit rocked, he better stay hidden in his burrow he's not going to hide, he'll follow y/n around with a shit eating grin

#queenie answers #queenie ocs #queenie writes #yandere x darling #ocs #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere male #yandere female #yandere male x reader #male yandere #Yandere female x reader #X gn reader #x gn y/n #x fem reader #X male reader #yandere farm x reader #Yandere hybrids #yandere hybrids x reader #Yandere hucows #Yandere bull hybrids #Yandere cow hybrids #Yandere cat hybrids #Yandere dog hybrids #Yandere bunny hybrid #Yandere goat hybrids #Yandere sheep hybrids #Yandere merfolk #Yandere mermaids #Yandere lake monster

[lavandulawrites]

Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Yandere Alphabet A, C, H and J with Jean

Polished (Yandere Levi x reader)

Bungo Stary Dogs

Yandere Alphabet A, I, N and Z with Akutagawa

Yandere Alphabet H, I, J and S with Atsushi

NSFW Alphabet with Dazai

Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs men on their first date with their darling: Chuuya and Tanizaki

A Wingless Angel (Yandere Jouno x reader)

Yandere Alphabet A, G, I and X with Jouno

Yandere Alphabet A, N, Q and X with Poe

Yandere Alphabet C, I and O with Poe

Yandere Alphabet E, H, T and W with Poe

Demon Slayer

Nothing yet

Genshin Impact

The Grocery Trip (Yandere Alhaitam x reader)

In the Arms of A Longing Man (Yandere Childe/Ajax x reader)

Hurry Before The Dinner Gets Cold (Yandere Dottore x reader)

Yandere Alphabet with Il Dottore

Soft Jazz (Lyney x reader)

Yandere Genshin Men On Their First Date With Their Darling: Venti

Honkai Star Rail

Aventurine With a Pregnant Reader

Fleeting Promises (Yandere Aventurine x reader)

Yandere Dr. Ratio With a Smarter Darling

A Crimson Dream (Yandere Sunday x reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fire Escape (Yandere Choso x reader)

Devilish Creatures (Yandere Gojo x reader)

Hiding In the Closet (Yandere Nanami x reader)

Monster

Nothing yet

Moriarty the Patriot

Nothing yet

Obey me

Nothing yet

Tears of Themis

Nothing yet

The Case Study of Vanitas

Nothing yet

Multi fandom/characters drabbles

Men who love eating you out

#masterlist #bungo stray dogs x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #attack on titan x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tears of themis x reader #monster x reader #demon slayer x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere aot #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere tears of themis #yandere moriarty the patriot #tears of themis #the case study of vanitas x reader #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #noe x reader #vanitas x reader #honkai star rail x reader #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

What are some underrated fandoms that you’re in? I know most of your page is Hazbin hotel content, since it seems to be your longest Masterlist, and I wanna send in requests for other fandoms for you if you don’t mind!

I feel like I’m in a lot of fandoms, like I feel like sometimes I have the most bizarre interests, but I do wish some of the fandoms I liked were more well known, just because sometimes I get asks and I get so excited when people actually know what I’m talking about and like what I like you know? I wanna clean up my master lists a bit, just because I feel like some of them are messy, like the Hazbin Hotel Masterlist. I update it so much because I’m constantly writing for the fandom, which I love don’t get me wrong, but I update the Masterlist so much I just feel like its pointless to clean it up when I know the format is gonna fall apart again.

But anywho, here are a list of fandoms I’m in that I would love to write for! These are also on my pinned post!

Attack on Titan

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Black Butler

Bungou Stray Dogs

Danny Phantom

Encanto

Genshin Impact

Harry Potter

Homesick (Webtoon)

Inside Job

Meet the Robinsons

Miraculous Ladybug

Monster High

Mortal Kombat

My Hero Academia

Nevermore (Webtoon)

School Bus Graveyard (Webtoon)

Seduce Me: The Otome

Stranger Things

The Owl House

The Promised Neverland

Total Drama

Your Boyfriend Peter

#attack on titan x reader #atlantis the lost empire #black butler x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #danny phantom x reader #encanto #genshin impact x reader #harry potter #homesick webtoon #inside job #disney meet the robinsons #miraculous ladybug #monster high #mortal kombat x reader #my hero academia x reader #nevermore webtoon #webtoon school bus graveyard #seduce me the otome #stranger things x reader #the owl house x reader #the promised neverland #total drama #peter your boyfriend

[ivrxquack]

The cutest head tilts!

#foryoupage #lovers #love #x reader #micheal myers #head tilt #pookie #bbg #dog #cat #puppy #kitten #slasher simp #monster lover #slashers #I love slashers #fyp slashers #fyppage #fypforyou #tumblr fyp #slasher fyp #slasher imagines #cute #he’s cute #he fits right in #he doesn’t need to be changed he’s perfect the way he is #slasher lover #slasher hcs #slashers x reader #slashers x gn reader

[necros-writing-stuff]

Black Dog’s Catch

Probably the last fic I’ll post here for a long, long while, but I had to finish it at some point. My entry for @inkyquince‘s Omega Hunt Event.

Black Dog (monster person, of course)/GN Omega Reader.

Warnings for: Noncon, knotting, omegaverse, dog/wolf person, mentions of breeding/pups, creampies, a dash of angst.

The forest had been uneasy for the last few weeks. Humans had been plaguing the land, clearing all of the animals they could find. The pack was starving. Not only were their food sources draining, but leaving the den to hunt was becoming dangerous. These humans and their strange weapons were determined to keep them away from living as wolves should. This wolf knew how to avoid these humans, though. Unlike his sibling, his larger, more aggressive alpha, this wolf knew how to stay low and unseen. His time in confinement had ingrained a need within him to learn how to never return to the hands of those poking and prodding beings, causing him to learn how to sneak around them. 

Before his capture, he had been more daring than his packmates when it came to entering human dwellings, as it was all he really knew. They had easy food hidden away, the only competition for it being cats and foxes - creatures he could easily fight off. His siblings were more likely to put up a fight for the tiniest scrap. Most humans did not care for the food disappearing, unless you caused a mess. He never caused a mess. Unfortunately, he was spotted too many times by fearful people. They would scream, and he would run, but he couldn’t run when a human in dark blue came and put something around his neck. That one human alone didn’t subdue him, no, but it’s many friends did. That’s when he was taken to that horrible dwelling. Where he was hurt over and over for defending himself. He thought humans were truly the most disgusting things to ever exist, and they were, until that one. That pretty one, who (despite not having wolf ears or a tail) captured his attention. First due to their scent, and then due to their gentle, nurturing manner. 

They’d been the one to free him. They’d run off together, into the night, but his fear had caused him to run faster and lose them. He still felt the guilt around that loss. What if they’d been captured in his place? What if they needed his protection? His heart wanted him to howl in grief. He wanted more than nothing else than to yell and yell at the loss of a being that truly saw him for what he was. He didn’t understand all of the words they’d speak to him from the other side of the place he was kept, but he understood the emotions behind the tones.

Being with the pack was both a blessing and a curse. Especially with his skill set. His pack was relying on him to bring back food, no matter how little. The pups need milk, their mothers need food, his alpha needs their strength. But he wasn’t seen by them like he was his human. He couldn’t howl with them. He couldn’t play with the pups without fear of hurting them. He couldn’t… relax. He might have been able to with them. He wished he’d had the chance to find out. 

His feet were quiet as he padded through the underbrush. His nose twitched, scenting for anything edible. But the fur on his body stood on edge, reflecting the unease he felt. The forest was even weirder than usual today. The scent of humans was overbearing, a great mass gathering near the barrier between wilderness and the strange hollow great rocks the humans lived in. Humans were odd in that they had different versions. Wolves didn’t give these differences names, but they could smell them. The meeker ones had calming scents, the more threatening ones scents that told of their danger. But most were just… regular humans. Weak compared to wolves. And oh, hey. That damn hunter was around, too. They were far away, waiting in a clearing. The wolf shuddered at the thought of that damn hunter breeding. More enemies for the pack.

The wolf could tell that this gathering had a focus of the meeker and stronger ones. Regular ones were there, yes, but the rare humans had congregated. He’d heard of this from his own parents. Sometimes the humans would have a mating season involving rituals that were quite animalistic. Chasing, fighting, rutting in the dirt. This was why they’d been clearing the forest, he realised. They didn’t want to be targeted by animals while they were vulnerable. 

Selfish, he thought as he followed a rabbit’s trail. Humans had their own spaces. No need to take more. Greed was the key component of the always-upright, though. Perhaps it was their nature. Could he judge them for that nature? 

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang, far away. The scents of the meek began to spread out, running into the forest. It has begun, the humans will be running wild until dawn. It would be dangerous to hunt tonight. The stronger ones would fight to the death to get at their little mates, no matter the competition. The wolf was still recovering from his time in captivity, he was not sure if he could win that fight. 

With a reluctant sigh, he turned and began to head back. Until the scents spread out enough for him to tell the differences between them. One of them stood out more than the others. It was familiar. Comforting. It was his human. And they’re scared. His mind returns once more to his capture. His human feared the others a lot. Especially when they touched them. He’d wanted to kill those touchy people. How dare they make the only good one fearful. 

Frozen on the spot, the wolf looked back and forth. One way to home. One way to his human. One way to safety. Another to certain danger. One way to alienation. The other to the one who accepted him. It was a quick choice to make. 

Breathing in deeply, he took off running. He could bring them back to his pack. His alpha had done that with another human. He could bring them to a world where they’d feel safe, just like how they had freed him. He could… he could have a friend. He’d always wanted a friend. He’d just always been too quiet and shy to try and make any. 

Humans can’t hunt like wolves can. The strong ones giving chase had a disadvantage, even if the meek ones were obviously in heat, leaving a scent trail behind them - but they couldn’t see like he could in the dark. Broken twigs, ripped plants, footprints in the dirt. The wolf knew all of these signs, could read them as a second nature. The full moon was bright enough that it took less focus than usual, but the lack of his pack’s howls filling the night sky made his heart heavy. Once this human ritual was over, the humans should leave them all alone once more. Apart from that damn hunter. They’d be here until someone gets lucky enough to tear their throat out. 

Despite his excitement, the chase feeding into his predatory nature, the wolf was scared. His human could be mad. Mad that he left them, mad over whatever happened afterwards. They could be scared that he’d attack them due to their heat. But he’d never mated before. Not even when really desperate wolves came to him. He knew better. His alpha would not like for him to breed - it would make competition. His human would be safe, if only they’d be able to realise that. 

He was getting closer. With every step his excitement and fear grew, the emotions giving him energy that pumped his limbs harder and faster. The calming scent got stronger, becoming more enticing. Even with the growing arousal causing his knot to unsheathe, his mind was clear. He would not hurt his human. He was saving them. 

 Your body ached and stung. The trees had scratched at your skin, the rocks and debris on the floor digging into the soles of your feet. Running was difficult, your body already pained and drained by the heat wracking you. In that cage they’d kept you in, you’d been shivering and sweating like you were simultaneously freezing to death and boiling under a desert sun. It was worse now, the sheer mental effort to force yourself to go on and on draining everything. It was only a matter of time before an alpha would get too close and your instincts would force you to collapse and be bred. It was the only thing that would rid you of the twisting pain in your gut. 

For now, all you could smell was the relaxing odours of the forest - and your own slick dripping down your legs. The aim was to find a river or lake, to dive in and disrupt the treasure map you were leaving behind for anyone to follow. The cold water would help with the heat fever, too, as well as giving a chance to drink and relax. The ultimate goal was the great lake. You could swim out. It was dangerous - a gamble over whether or not your cramps would cause you to drown or if the cool water would soothe you enough to keep you safe in the chill until the sun rose. But it was your only choice. You couldn’t fight, you couldn’t hide (not on land). You could only run.

Something new getting close causes your heart to jump. It isn’t human, you could smell that, but that doesn’t make you safe. Humans go missing in these woods. Animals - they eat people when they’re desperate. No matter how human some of said animals may look. A whimper escapes your lips - no point staying quiet. If it was this close, it knew you were there. And it’s gaining. It’s quicker than you, much quicker. And its scent spells danger. 

But you can smell water. It's close, so so close! If you can just run faster, if you can hold on for just a few seconds more you can make it. You can dive in! Your legs aren’t listening. You’ve been running for so long in this state now that the aches are becoming amplified, the stabbing in your gut stealing the breath from your lungs. The pain twists and pinches all around your diaphragm. 

It’s too much. Your body gives in, collapsing to the dirt-floor of the forest after a wave of heat sends your head spiralling. Your follower creeps closer, barely a foot away as you groan in pain and writhe on the floor. A single large hand grasps your thigh, much cooler than your own skin, its partner scooping around your back. The ground disappears below you as quickly as it came to you in the first place. Who or whatever caught you doesn't want to take you here, it seems. Not that you’d have a say in it either way. 

 He can do it. He knows he can ignore it, he’s done this before plenty of times with female wolves in heat. So why is it so different with his human? The wolf’s back aches as he carries his friend, the poor creature not used to being upright - much less carrying someone in his arms. Worse, however, is his leaking knot, hanging out of its sheath and swaying as he walks. It’s so sensitive, each time it hits his thighs he wants to snarl out. It needs taken care of, desperately, but his human’s safety comes first. 

He trips up, mind clouded so much by the cloying scent of his human that he stops paying attention to where he is going. Instinctively, he rolls with them in his arms, ensuring that he’s the one to hit the floor rather than them. It causes the wolf and his human to become a tangling of limbs, their thigh pressing against his knot and making him whimper. They’re also making sounds, pathetic little ones that entice him to do anything whatsoever to make the cause of them go away. 

The male beneath you smells lovely. That’s all you can say for now. He smells lovely, his body feels strong, something large and hard is right between his legs and it should be inside of you rather than pressed against your thigh. It feels like pulling teeth to force your body to move. But you do it. You let your needs lead your movements, the previous fear around being claimed completely lost. Because this mind isn’t really your own. It’s the most animalistic part of you that you keep locked away most of the time. It wouldn’t be appropriate for an omega to go around, rubbing against people and begging for knots 24/7. But just once a year you can do it with no consequences. 

The wolf doesn’t know what to do when his human grinds against him. It feels amazing, the slickness of their skin so inviting. He could just move to the side a little, slip it in. Breed them, knot them, bite up their neck like he’s seen other humans do while out in the woods. 

Would it be fair, though? Do meek human’s know what they’re doing like wolf females do? It’s still not safe here, too, any of the strong ones could come and try to take you at any moment. 

He doesn’t get more time to think. You writhe a little more, causing the tip of his knot to slip inside. His hips move before he can stop them, pushing forwards and plunging himself as deeply inside as he can manage. His human’s lovely voice sings out, your head against his chest. So, so small compared to him. His ears flicker, the fur of his tail bustling with excitement. He’s never done this before. He’s never known that this is how it feels. 

The slick, warm walls sucking him in, pulsing a little with need, encouraging him to go ahead, get deeper, pump himself dry. The whimpering coming from his human’s mouth, their drool also falling onto his chest and getting the fur there wet. And the scent. The scent he was so stupid to think he’d ever be able to resist.

It feels so good to finally feel so full. Not enough, not by far, but better than the aching emptiness that had been there before. Your hips rock, backwards and forwards, a messy rhythm you try just to find an ounce of levity from the needing. This alpha, whoever he is, is perfect. His skin just feels so cool and nice to lay on. His scent brings comfort, even if they seem hyper with excitement. And his perfect cock fills you up to the brim. Somehow, a knot will fit in. It has to fit, you still need it. You can feel the slightest little bump at the base every time he pulls out, but it’s small for now. 

He finds it cute how you keep trying to grind against him. You’re obviously too weak to do it properly, so he does it for you. But his heart sings at your pawing little hands kneading into his belly. He’s never felt so wanted. Even before, even when you took care of him whilst captured, his human had never seemed to need him like he’d needed them. You do now. 

His abdomen hurts the longer he thrusts up into your pliant little body, your weight on top of his causing more fatigue than he would have felt if he’d just mounted you from behind. So he switches, pulls out while gritting his sharp teeth together because it seems unforgivable to leave you like that for even a second. 

He keeps you on your tummy, your head resting on his forearm as he lowers himself down over the back of you. It feels different with the new angle, maybe better than before. He can’t tell quite yet, but if it does feel better then he’ll finally understand his pack mates for mating like this. 

Much easier to move this way, that’s for sure. He can go quicker and quicker, he can enjoy the feeling of your teeth digging into his forearm as you scream out for more. Or, what he hopes is you screaming for more. Stupid human languages, too many words, not enough body language in his opinion. He can read your body just fine - and it wants more. 

A twig snapping makes the wolf freeze. A snarl rises from his lips, his body lowering further to cover your own from whichever intruder dares to try to take you from him. He only relaxes again when he sees that it’s a badger dragging a vole into its burrow. None of the strong or meek humans have found the two of you yet. In fact, they all seem to be a while away. Many of the scents linger together, signalling that plenty of the meek had been caught and bred. 

You weren’t caught, he thinks as his body picks up the lost momentum. You were rescued - just as you had saved him before. Only this time, neither of you is leaving without the other. 

Your head feels empty. The only thing you can process is the swelling knot pulling at your hole, how it stretches you out more and forces the rest of the cock deeper till your insides can’t stretch any further. It catches more often now, your breath hitching each time and your sore throat able to whisper out the softest pleads for it to stick. You’ve been screaming so loud that it hurts to be any louder. 

You get your request soon enough. The wolf can’t resist clamping his jaws down onto your shoulder as he howls with lust. Pleasure shoots up his knot as he finishes inside. Something about the sensation of him filling you up triggers your own orgasm. 

He doesn’t think that he’s ever been happier. You’re not mad at him for leaving you, evidently, otherwise you wouldn’t have let him claim you like this. But should he take you back to the pack? Will the alpha accept you, even though he’s a half-dog mutt and you’re not their mate? He hopes so. The protection of a pack is needed when pups might happen - and you just might have his pups now. 

Slowly, the world comes back into focus for you. First it’s the recognition of grass below your body. Then the scent of it fills your nose instead of the overwhelming one of that male. Then your eyes find the will to focus again, the bottoms of trees ahead and to your right, while to your left a mass of black hair. But then you see the ears. Not human, not at all. Long, pointed, furry. Wolf-like ears. 

Your heat hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s only a matter of time before the pain picks up again, but with seed coating your inside you’re afforded the next few minutes of clarity. 

It breaks your heart to see who your mate is. When you finally collect yourself enough to remember the scent, to remember those soft ears that you had only once been able to scratch. That sad, mad, lonely black dog man that had been in the pound. The one you’d spent so long trying to tame. You’d never been able to, not really. You knew no one would be able to, so you’d let him out. That’s what had gotten you here in the first place. Bailey was going to let you off the hunt this year. You’d been really good at helping around and paying up, so losing you was worth less than keeping you around. But causing issues between the caretaker and the dog pound had ended that safety, hadn’t it? 

The poor Black Dog whimpers in need, a clawed hand brushing your matted hair from your face before he nuzzles your cheek and gives it a lick. He hasn’t halted his hips, not even after he came, still gently gyrating and making the most of this it seems.

You can’t really hate him for it. He looks like a human - minus the ears and the tail - but he doesn’t fully understand how it is for your species. He doesn’t know that your heats are different from a wolf’s. 

He doesn’t know you want to cry from having been caught and claimed - much less by a creature who you can’t even fully communicate with. All he can do is what he thinks is right - to keep mating. And you're just too weak to stop him.

#degrees of lewdity #black dog the mutt #'nw grapefruit' #'nw omegaverse' #'nw monster people' #gender neutral reader #'nw breeding'

[nonobadcat]

A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 1/3

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Chapter one is PG-13. The other two chapters will be for readers 18+ only.

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, cannon typical parricide

Eventual Kinks: Toys, V/oy, relations with a literal ghost

Chapter One Word Count: ~3k, Ao3 Mirror

Part 2 ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday October 15th, 2022

“So…?” gesturing like a vaudeville showman, you held out both hands towards your new house. “What do you think!? Great, right?”

Your best friend, Serenity, shoved her purple box-frame glasses up her wide, button nose and pursed her plush lips. Clicking her tongue, she curled her pointer finger into a loose coil of hair. Two tone sarcasm purred into her one word reply: “M-hmmm…”

Scratching the back of your neck, you glanced up at your new purchase just in time to watch one of the old tiles slip from the upper pitch of the dual-hipped roof. It bounced off the attic dormer, rolled past the mildew coated eaves, and slid across the mossy porch awning before tumbling a mere foot into the patchy, overgrown taxus bush. 

You forced a smile and pointed to the ancient, untamed yew. “Well, at least the roots are strong.”

Serenity pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you didn't use the realtor's home inspector."

"Oh come on Ren-Ren," you laughed, waving her off. Your eyes rolled to the side as your smile fell by one tooth. "I mean… I checked the plumbing myself, so…"

Brown eyes narrowed at you as your voice trailed off. With a deep, motherly sigh, she squeezed your shoulder. "Listen, you know I love you, right?"

You nodded.

She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "It's a dump."

"It's a historical home!" You protested, crossing your arms. "It has good bones!"

Serenity eyed up the dingy, chipping brick and sun bleached slate tiles before shaking her head. "How many square feet?"

You fanned your hand across your chest. "3.5k with an acre of property plus a full attic and root cellar."

She blinked. "Hold up. That's like $400k+ most places! I thought you said your budget was $220,000?"

You grinned. "Yeah, and this was only $130,000 including closing costs. Crazy, right?"

Your best friend did a double take, staring at the ramshackle Second Empire with renewed interest. "Well… at least that covers the roof and siding." She thumbed her chin and cocked her head. "You're sure this thing has indoor plumbing?"

You shoved her shoulder. "Don't be a dick."

Serenity snickered into her palm. "Okay, so aside from having a friggen 'root cellar' and all the curb appeal of a haunted house, what else is wrong with it?"

You pointed to the far edge of the property where a line of grizzled pines swayed in the autumn breeze. "Busiest train tracks in the greater metropolitan area."

She whistled. "That's gonna blow."

"Literally," you agreed, massaging your temples.

She elbowed you in the ribs. "Still quieter than living with your ex."

You grinned. "No kidding!" With a wave of your hand, you beckoned her around the side of the building. "Wanna see the cool part?"

"Your definition of 'cool' is sus."

You grabbed the sleeve of her caramel colored duffle coat and tugged. "Just come on!"

Across the clover riddled lawn, Serenity trudged behind you in her knee high, slouch boots. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed to fight off the cool October wind. You pulled to a stop beside a massive old swamp oak and opened your purse. A wax coated paper sack appeared from the depths of your handbag. Scrawled in inky cursive were two words: "Doggone Delish".

You squatted low, and reached between tumbling roots. Gently brushing the leaf litter aside, you unveiled a carved piece of lichen encrusted soapstone. Time had worn the words smooth, but they were still legible.

"Mon: 1885?" Serenity murmured the text out loud before her eyes fanned wide. "Don't tell me that's a—"

You laid the oatmeal biscuit on the gravemarker and patted it fondly. "He was a Corgi. I found an old picture in one of the drawers." Rising to your feet, you brushed your hands on your jeans and grinned at her. "I always wanted a pet Corgi, and now I've got one."

Serenity eyed the long, dark branches of the towering giant above you. Their bare, grasping fingers crawled at the breeze. "Yeah well, hate to tell you this but your new dog is up the stump and fattening the squirrels by now." 

You scoffed and flashed her a playful smile. "So? Ghost dogs are cheaper than live ones."

"Freak," she teased, kicking your heel.

You stuck out your tongue and wiggled your fingers at her.

A low rumble tumbled in on the wind. The train's whistle shrieked out in the distance. Serenity covered her ears and grimaced. You shrugged and pointed to the house. She nodded, trailing behind you.

When they spotted the biscuit upon the gravemarker, the pair of crimson eyes in the upstairs window wrinkled with delight.

After a brief climb up the sagging porch steps and a short war with the new latchkey, your party arrived in the entryway. Pastel grey and tar black tiles arranged in geometric patterns lay just before the lanky old staircase. To the right, sunlight streamed through the bay windows of the empty, blandly colored front parlor. As Serenity handed you her coat, she examined the silk rose print wallpaper of the foyer. 

"The previous owners have all tried to renovate, but all of them had to stop the repairs before completion for some reason." You patted the yellowing flowers. "So a lot of it is still the original turn of the 20th century decor."

"Okay…" A puff of dust fluttered through the air as your companion tapped one of the old gas landliers in the entryway. With a grin, she turned to face you. "This place is kinda old-timey cool."

"Keep your shoes on," you told her, shuffling her coat onto the hanger. Tucking it into the cedar-lined hall closet, you toed the chipped porcelain tiles. "I haven't finished sweeping yet."

Serenity rolled her eyes. "Nobody’s got time to clean this much house by themselves!" She huffed and crossed her arms. "Why do you think my trunk looks like I scrubbed Mr. Clean’s bubbles?"

With a squeal of happiness, you flung your arms around her shoulders and crushed her against your chest. "Marry me, Ren-Ren."

"Keep that talk up and Marcus's paranoid self is gonna blow my phone up with his 'Baby, where you at?’-s," she laughed.

You released your friend and toed her boots. "You sure keep that boy under your heels."

"Mistress Ser knows what he likes,” she agreed, using the sleeve of her hubbie's hoodie to wipe the dust off the flecked glass of an old, gilded mirror. Tracing the ornate brass with the pad of her finger, she turned to you. “I’m loving this. Where’d you get it?”

“Came with the house.” You nodded to a cabriole legged, mahogany console just below the looking glass. Though the deep auburn shellac had silvered with sun damage, crystal knobs and burled wood spoke to its posh pedigree. A square shaped water ring in the dead center hinted at the old flower vase which must have once graced the hall. “Anything fabric was mouse eaten, but I saved the bedroom set.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re gonna sleep in some dead person’s bed? Gross.”

“Don’t make that face, Ren. I’m changing out the mattress.” You sighed. “Besides, this is legit heirloom stuff. When will I ever be able to afford fancy antiques on a my salary?” 

Serenity patted your shoulder. “Long as you don’t go banging a ghost or something.”

You shoved her down the hall. “You're really gonna go putting those thoughts in my head?!”

“You love it,” she teased back, running her hand over the dusty glass shades of the wall bracket lamps. “Are these oil?”

You shook your head. “Natural gas with an open flame. The seller said they capped the lines years ago though. Apparently, they caused a huge house fire back in the day and killed everybody except the little boy who lived here. After that they switched to kerosene and candles.”

“Open flame?” Serenity pulled away from the light as if it had teeth. “Small wonder the place went up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, cupping your elbows. “Sounds like the people who owned it in the forties tried to repair the damage to the gas when they added the electricity. Supposedly the lines were sound, but the gas never worked right. The flame was always going out, leaving the gas running unchecked. They think it was low pressure or something. It made them annoyed so they sold it.”

As you walked, your companion eyed the soaring twelve foot ceilings and ornate transoms above the massive box doorways. “Well duh. If you make your walls friggin fifty foot tall, of course you’re gonna have pressure problems!”

“Yeah, but the water pipes work fine,” you pointed out, grabbing the round brass handle to the empty parlor. Chantilly parquet floors creaked below your feet as you strolled to the old coal burning fireplace and rested a hand on the chipped marble mantle. In the center of the elaborate plaster medallion, a dusty teardrop crystal chandelier hung above your heads. You flipped the wall switch. The light flickered to life with a painful click, illuminating faded scarlet walls. “The electrician says the wiring is safe, but it still sounds sketch to me.”

“Like it’s grinding or something.” She pressed her ear to the peeling, geometric patterned paper before shaking her head. “Well, at least I don’t hear any bees. Marcus’s mom had them in her walls one summer and Memorial Day turned into a horror movie real fast.”

You strolled to the old pocket doors on the far wall and pushed them wide. Beyond the thick walls, worn stain and gouged wainscot welcomed guests to the formal dining room. Ready for eight, the solid mahogany table stool proudly on hand carved, reeded legs. Beside the bay windows, a matching buffet complete with a wide, oval mirror and rosewood inlays awaited crystal bottles filled with port and brandy. Between twin hall doors, the empty hutch cried out for platinum-edged bone china and silver candlesticks to fill the empty shelves encased in its diamond mutins.

“I had to strip the cushions from the chairs,” you explained, resting your hand on the glossy table. “But the wood cleaned up nice with some mineral spirits and paste wax.”

Serenity shot you an incredulous look. “You've been watching too much ‘This Old House’.”

“It’s only $10 a quart at the hardware store. Way cheaper than a new table.”

Your companion rolled her wrist and beconked you to her. “Show me your hands.”

You cringed, holding out dry, peeling fingers.

Her eye twitched. “That’s it. After we finish this tour, I’m gonna drag your scaley self to Sally's Beauty.” She ripped her phone out of her pocket, furiously thumbing the keyboard. When the signal lit up with one bar, she snarled. “If there even is one in this podunk town.” 

You shrugged. “It’s a well water and septic world out here.”

Gripping her head, Serenity groaned. “I’m buying you a Brita filter. Asap.”

Heading down the long foyer, you made a sharp turn onto a narrow, walnut trimmed staircase. The dark, hand carved banister wobbled in your grip. You frowned at the loose fourth baluster. Not another one! Stupid Victorian hide glue! The original carpenter did some beautiful dovetail joinings but that stuff could not handle the humid summers in this area. More and more, the only dates you seemed to go on were with Norm Abram, Titebond and wood clamps. Now… the question was should you Amazon Prime some of the original stuff for authenticity’s sake or go with the stronger, cheaper wood glue you could get at Milton’s Hardware?

Cheaper probably. Considering the cost of Mansard roof repairs, cheaper was about what you could afford.

Leading her to the creaky upper hall, you bypassed the largest of four bedrooms on the south side of the house. Serenity paused, peaking through the crack in the old, tilted door frame. You shook your head and jerked your thumb down the landing.

“I got stuck in there last week. The house shifted so much over the years that it jams on humid days. I have to sand and rehang it before next summer.”

“Stuck? With cell service this bad?” She glanced out the far window at the long, overgrown expanse of forest which blocked any sight of your neighbors. A shiver rippled down her body. “Creepy.”

You paused, shaking hand rattling the old brass knob to the northern bedroom. “Tell me about it. I’ve left a crowbar and one of those fire escape ladders in there ever since.

Past the solid, double hip door sat a time capsule to the late nineteenth century. The original oak floors had yellowed with age but even the home inspector was impressed by their lack of seam gaps. Overlooking the front of the property, late 2000s double hung bay windows (a testament to the seller’s half-finished remodeling) encircled a small sitting area near the original coal burning fireplace. After hours of fighting with cast iron grating and a stubborn chimney flue, you’d managed to seal out the worst of the draft. The elegant brass chandelier surrendered its tarnish after two hours of polishing, leaving it capped with a luxurious glow every time the sun peeked through the gauzey Walmart curtains. Unlike the worn examples downstairs, dark wallpaper with golden peony blooms looked untouched by the years. 

You flopped onto your new, plastic wrapped mattress and stretched your hands wide. “Behold! Antiquey expensive stuff!”

Serenity’s jaw dropped as she took in the six part, solid mahogany bedroom set. As lovely a red as the day it was made, each piece of satin smooth craftsmanship testified to its owner's fortune. Capped in gothic embellishments and trimmed with burr wood inlays, the queen sized bed looked more like a cathedral than a sleeping space. A marble topped, tiered dressing table with dangling pewter drawer pulls stood ready for silver backed, boar bristle hair brushes and ambergris scented perfumes. You could hide four bodies in the massive armoire. Deep dresser drawers would hold six full skirted walking costumes with ease. Loveliest of all, the free standing, body length mirror reflected your companion’s flabbergasted gawking.

She pointed to the tall, narrow door. “Ho-how’d they even get this stuff in this room?!” 

You snickered, rising to your feet. “That era was all knockdown furniture,” you explained, turning the dressing table around. Tracing the dovetail seam between top and bottom, you tapped your temple. “Not like they wanted to haul all this stuff up the stairs anymore than we would.”

Serenity whistled. “Smart.”

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You dashed across the room to the six foot tall secretary desk and pulled down the writing table. In the center cubby, a luscious painting of olde English foxglove, Narcissus, and Lily of the Valley graced the Purpleheart inlays. You turned the small brass key in the latch and extracted a yellowed, black and white photograph of two children and a pudgy Pembroke Welsh Corgi. “Meet Mon, Tenko, and Hana Shimura.”

Your friend studied the picture. Hana, decked in high pigtails, stood solemnly in her dark pinafore and pristine, lacey apron. Tiny lips smashed in a thin line hinted at her efforts to control her smile. Under a messy flop of black hair, Tenko’s bright eyes gleamed with delight as he forced the Victorian portrait frown while clutching his new puppy. 

“Hold up,” Serenity demanded, tapping the picture with her long, lavender nail. “Aren’t those Japanese names?”

You nodded, returning the old photo to its hiding spot. “I think so.”

She crossed her arms. “Japan had its borders forced open by Perry in 1854. We’re supposed to believe some super rich Japanese family just packed it up, moved to Gilded-Age America, learned the language, and built a mansion in the middle of Podunk, USA just a few decades later?” Jabbing an annoyed figure at the elaborate plasterwork around the chandelier, she added: “Possible, but unlikely much?”

You shrugged. “Deus ex machina?”  

Serenity clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I guess, but it’s a terrible one, even for a smutty fanfic.”

“Eh… it’s Halloween. Gotta get our fix somewhere,” you replied, kicking the cotton batting. “Help me get this on the bed?”

Bustling to your side, your companion tore through the thin plastic. “So… which one of the Shimuras burnt the house down?”

“I think it was the dad,” you explained, hefting the edge of the mattress above the bed frame. “Might have been rich, but rumor has it he was a perfectionist and family beater. According to the librarian, local gossip was that, after he killed the kid’s dog, the wife tried to take them and leave.”

Serenity grunted as she swung her side up and over. The mattress flopped into place with a woosh before sinking down into the platform base. “Yeah, bet a man like that doesn’t take too kindly to his favorite punching bags up and walking away.”

You scoffed. “Anyone who hurt Mon-chan deserves to burn.”

All at once, your hackles rose. Pricked ears caught the tail end of a distant cackle. You whipped around scanning the room.

“What’s up?”

Rubbing the back of your neck, you shook off the feeling like a wet dog. “N-nothing. Just swore I heard a…” Your voice trailed off as you fixed your gaze on the old looking glass before glancing to the window. “Weird…”

“Hey!” Serenity grabbed your shoulder. “Don’t be pulling that ‘I thought I saw something’ nonsense when I’ve gotta sleep here tonight!”

You laughed and threw up your hands in apology. “Sorry, sorry. Just caught a glint of sunlight in the mirror. That’s all.”

Inside the glass, body shaking with laughter, Tomura’s pale hand clamped tight over a skeletal grin.

Part II coming Saturday October 22nd, 2022

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[werecreature-addicted]

Werewolf boyfriend who comes to bed late and noses at the blankets and covers pushing them aside until he presses his cold wet muzzle against your skin, then he curls up in the hallow of your body. It wakes you up every time but it’s cute so you’ll let it slide.

#based on true dog events #monster boyfriend #werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ended up re-reading the dog/cat hybrid piece you wrote before and I'm endlessly amused by the idea of the cat hybrid trying to change Shale's mind about keeping the cat hybrid around by deciding to be the most demanding and haughty partner. Dinner is served? Food not good enough. The shampoo Shale bought? Garbage. Some really expensive knick knack the cat hybrid asked for just because it would drain Shale's bank account? Discarded after a single glance or batted off the counter, in true cat fashion.

Look, Shale. Look at how demanding the cat hybrid is being and throw them out. Realize that this isn't worth it. You don't want to be with someone like him! You don't even like him!!

Meanwhile, Shale is eating all of this up because he is not failing any of the tests! Dinner not good enough? Means that cat hybrid at least tried it! Shampoo stinky? Shale agrees, the scent was too cloying and overpowered the sweet scent of his mate and his feisty and clever little girlfriend noticed, too. And the gift? Surely, just a wild goose chase to see if Shale could be a good partner and get the thing.

He's acing these early stage relationship tests y'all, he's speedrunning it them and getting 100%. But hmm, maybe this is also a cry for attention, maybe he should spend more... Intimate time with his cute kitty. Really blow his back out, make him scream so hard he'll have no voice left afterwards.

Cue a happy little tail wag.

I think that is a genius idea, make the catboy super finicky and fussy like an actual cat in an attempt to get away. And Shale is just completely unperturbed.

#anon response #anon idea #yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere x reader #monster boyfriend #yandere dog man #dog man #My OCs #My OC Shale

[ilikerocksalot]

“Nightly walk”

Teenage!Dazai x Gn!Teenage!Reader

Warnings - ooc Dazai (kind of? Realistically, he’d never be in a relationship especially while in the pm.)

a/n - Quick warning, I’m terrible at writing. I’ve never really posted my writing before but I actually kind of like this one so here we are 🤗. It’s just a short drabble so atleast it’s not one of the longer ones I’ve written. Also the reader is said to not be apart of the port mafia in this one. It’s not really a warning so I couldn’t put it up there but it’s still kinda important to say I feel like.

When Dazai had called you and asked to meet up one random Saturday night you at first agreed without thinking much about it. After all, with your boyfriend being a port mafia executive you didn’t get to see him that often since you yourself weren’t a member. So now here you were, immediately regretting your decision to meet up with him. Maybe it was the fact it was completely dark and your night vision wasnt the greatest or maybe because you two were walking down some pathway alone in a dense forest, you really couldn’t tell. It had probably been a combination of both, you would have believed if it were with how fast your heart was beating.

“Your heart is racing, dearest.”

Dazai commented, his right hand tightly gripping onto your wrist, two of his fingers on your pulse point as you trailed behind him. You rolled your eyes, lips pressed into a thin line as you could barely make out your boyfriend infront of you.

“Well maybe it wouldn’t be if someone wasn’t dragging me through a forest in the middle of the night. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you’re bringing me out here to silence me.”

Dazai didn’t bother replying, an amused smile on his face as they continued walking down the narrow pathway. A comfortable silence fell between the both of you as you walked through the forest. After minutes of a surprisingly comfortable silence you two finally arrived at the spot Dazai wanted to show you, a small clearing in the middle of the forest that was covered in small flowers and had a river running through the middle.

“Come sit.”

Letting go of your wrist, Dazai walked over to a fallen tree trunk and sat down, patting the free spot next to himself. You followed him a few seconds later, sitting down next to him and looking at his face with confusion written all over yours as to why he had brought you here in the middle of the night. As if he had read your thoughts, he let out a soft chuckle, simply looking up at the stars as he intertwined one of his hands with yours.

“I simply wanted to stargaze with you my lovely. That’s all. How about I teach you a few constellations while we’re here, hm?”

#Bungo stray dogs #Bsd #Bsd🪨 #Bsd x reader #Bsd x gn!reader #Why am I posting this #😭 #I’m so sorry for everyone who has read this I’m not a good writer #it’s midnight and I have to pick up my prescription later #I still have a monster so it’s fine #I’m also writing a Teenage Chuuya taking the reader out for an aquarium date one #that ones gonna be way longer though #because I love aquariums #🤗

[tac-the-unseen]

Sleep demon fic- Monster x Reader (sleep paralysis demon)

Poly couples fic- all with Reader included, reader admits to like watching them kiss each other

#slashers #reader #x reader #fluff #the lost boys #fanfic #michael myers x reader #the lost boys x reader #hannibal x reader x will #nbc hannibal #will graham #will graham's dogs #lipstick #monster x reader

[meatydog]

A little CD x Y/N stupid thingy I did because idk I'm bored and I'm crazy for CD and I wish there were more Y/N/Reader x Cartoon Dog shit.

Anyways, here's CD displaying dog-like behavior. I headcanon he displays some dog-like behavior.

The poor bud get's scared of making his lover mad or upset or sad \:(

#I'm so normal about him #I'm 100% normal #trevorhenderson #monster #cryptid #cartoon dog #Cartoon Dog x Y/n #Cartoon Dog x Reader #Dog #Canine #Furry #trevor henderson #cartoondog