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Monstober - Day 9: Folklore Creatures

Spin on "Little Red Riding Hood" anyone? What could be better than someone so obsessed with you, they simply want to eat you up?

Prompt: Folklore Creatures | Cautionary Tales // Truth // Naivity Warnings: Yandere, Violence (non-main character murder, Blood Mention, Implied Bullying of the reader (off-screen)), Topic of Jealousy, Posessiveness

"Love you, hun."

Pressing a gentle kiss to your head, your boyfriend got up, stretching his arms high over his head and popping his neck before he got to his feet with a sigh. "Where are you going? Do you really have to leave?" you mumbled, the disappointment unmistakably in your voice. It had been like this for weeks now, where you two spent a passionate night before he slipped out without a trace to find him all day.

"Mhm," he sighed, leaning down to you again to catch your lips once more. "You know how much it pains me, but I got to go before it's too late. Wouldn't want to awaken the monster in me, would you?"

He said it as if it was a challenge, and you giggled, thinking it was just another innuendo. "Wouldn't let me get out of bed, huh?"

"Oh, I'd gobble you up, darling."

Laughing, he stepped away, putting his shirt back on as he dipped into the bathroom of your small apartment real quick. The moment he disappeared from view, you couldn't help your expression from showing the disappointment and frustration you felt. It had been almost a month now, and you two never went out together in the daylight, never saw each other except when he picked you up for a night out in the club or came to watch a movie that was never finished.

It felt more like you were his friend-with-benefits—you didn't even know his last name.

As if you were the other one.

The thought made your blood boil. You weren't proud of it, but in a moment of jealous weakness, you had checked his phone, seeing countless messages where he told people how excited he was to hang out and make appointments with them while he never seemed to do the same for you. It didn't seem like he had another partner in his life, but how could you be sure when he played the role of the mysterious night visitor rather than your wholesome boyfriend?

Was he ashamed of you? Were you not good enough? Did he just keep you around for his entertainment? The questions plagued you as he never gave you a good answer. He wouldn't even entertain the discussions, only vowing that he loved you and his work was very important and took him all day.

So why was he meeting other people then?

There wasn't much time once he said his goodbyes, his kisses nothing short of loving and sweet. For a possible cheater, he was good at what he was doing. You only had a few seconds of self-doubt about what you were going to do before you were out of the door and hunting after him, long coat and sunglasses on in true stalker-fashion. It felt wrong, and you hated yourself for mistrusting him so much, but at the same time, you two were still practically strangers, knowing so little while still being so in love. A little craziness was inevitable, right?

However, as your boyfriend turned from the main street into the shady path leading to the central park of your town, you suddenly felt a sense of panic. What if you accidentally got involved with some shady fellow? What if this was a drug deal or worse? Why would someone need to go to a park in the middle of the night?

You had assumed he was leaving you alone every night to hook up with other people or go back to an unsuspecting partner, but as you gently brushed through the thicket, trying to stay out of the moonlight that would give away your presence, you suddenly weren't so sure anymore.

You could still see him as he walked further into the park. It should have been your sign to leave, get away while you could, and cut all contact... but you had already gotten this far. Following closely by hiding behind trees and the occasional park bench, you tracked him through the greenery. Once, he almost seemed to spot you, but you ducked into a bush just in time, regretting this move only when the thicket tore at the fabric of your coat, making unnecessary noise. Still, you managed to stay hidden, heart racing and always alert.

Eventually, your boyfriend sat on a park bench in front of a pond. Nothing much happened for the next few minutes, and you were about to call this mission off, seeing how relaxed he was. It was as if he simply enjoyed hanging out in the park at night like a semi-normal person would.

But footsteps crunching over the gravel made you cower lower, your eyes fixating on the person approaching. Your boyfriend lifted a hand in greeting, and the person sprinted forward, hood falling off her head, revealing a cruel sight.

Because you knew the woman your boyfriend was meeting.

Your bully.

Heart sinking into your stomach, you watched as she jumped into his arms, giggling as your boyfriend spun her around. The only reason for them to meet you could think of was that the two set you up, made you fall in love with him so they could laugh at you behind your back. It really broke your heart to watch them cuddle on the park bench, your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—ruffling her hair.

You didn't want to stay to see this.

It was a good thing you found out, but with tears filling your eyes, you knew you had to leave before you were discovered or hurt yourself more by watching them. This trainwreck wasn't one you should have been observing, and it hurt enough that you wanted to never come out of your home again.

"You know, [Name]?" your boyfriend suddenly asked, the sound of your name on his tongue so bittersweet.

"Who? Oh..." your bully replied, thinking for a moment. "What about them? They are a loser, not worth your time."

"Is that so? Because they told me about you, lots of things."

"You're ruining the mood. Isn't it enough that I agreed to meet you here? It's so creepy! Did you know how they found quite a few bodies lately around this park? We should go clubbing or to a bar, why are we even here talking about some loser?"

Your bully let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her hair back over her shoulder before leaning close. "You know we never even kissed until now. Don't you think it's such a waste of those lovely lips to talk when we could make out instead?"

Letting out a dry laugh, he didn't seem flattered at all as she tried to avert the topic of you. Good, you thought, because you really weren't up to hearing about yourself from the bully and the traitor. Even so, you couldn't move. As if you were frozen to the spot.

"Good thing you mentioned that. I prefer not making my partner worried about whether I'm cheating or not."

"Partner?" your bully spat, scrunching up her nose, the ugliness of her expression matching her personality. "Don't tell me you're fucking with that. I thought you had better taste when you asked me out to dinner the last few times. Thought you'd appreciate beauty more--"

Her words were cut off as your boyfriend's hand wrapped around your throat. He brought her face closer to his, sounding more enraged than you had ever heard him before. "How dare you talk about them like that. They are perfect. Wonderful. Special. It's filth like you that needs to be taken out so my love can be happy."

The two rose from their seat, and you watched as your boyfriend seemingly effortlessly hoisted your bully into the air. Something felt off, and you couldn't look away as you watched the clothes on his body tearing apart, your bully struggling as his fingers stretched and wrapped around her neck completely. She let out mewls and gasps as she tried to kick him, tried to make him stop, but the horror was in both of your eyes as you watched your boyfriend transform.

Skin turned into fur, mouth into snout. His posture changed as his body grew taller, monstrous, into a beast. Part of you couldn't believe your own eyes as you watched him take on canine features as if you were in a movie, watching a werewolf transform, but by the way, your bully was struggling harder, unable to scream, you realized it was real, and she saw it too.

Horrified, you could only clasp your hands over your mouth, containing your shivers. Doggish years popped up from his head, twisting and turning towards your direction. You had to be quiet, undetected, or surely, you'd be the next prey of that monster. His snout opened, long, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight, and you heard the gurgled scream of your bully before the beast pounced, biting between her neck and shoulder.

Your bully was still kicking and trying to break loose as blood gushed from the bite, her sounds turning into gurgles before everything quieted out, and she stopped moving. Even though your eyes were so wide open, you couldn't believe them at all, couldn't understand what just happened, only listening to the sound of fluids gushing out and dripping to the floor, bones breaking beneath the claws and massive jaw, and eventually, her body simply slipping from his grip, seemingly meaningless.

"[Name], [Name], [Name]. Isn't it so impolite to eavesdrop on others?" the monster suddenly grumbled. Its massive head swung in your direction, eyes scanning from one side of the thicket to the other before finally settling on you despite the greenery. "I didn't want you to find out like this. We could have talked about it some other time—like on a picnic!"

Putting his feet into motion, you were still completely frozen as you watched the creature march towards you. If this was a bad dream, now would have been a good moment to wake up. You two held the eye contact, even as you watched the grotesque features slowly turn back into a human, first the head, then arms.

"Well, it is your business, too, I'll admit. I've been doing this all of you. Was I not a good boy, taking care of all these mean people for you?"

Until now, you had never taken much notice of the people you disliked disappearing. If anything, you were glad they weren't around anymore. But now that he was pointing it out, a cold shudder ran down your spine, guilt overcoming you.

"They were in the way of your happiness, and I need a good meal every now and then. We both got something out of it, you sweet, sweet thing—look at you cowering. Are you scared? Of the big, bad wolf? What if I'm a nice wolf, will you come to me then? Don't worry, no one's going to hurt you, I'll take care of all that try."

Even with the words so sweetly murmured, you didn't dare move and fall for his promises. He was a fucking werewolf or any other kind of monster! But werewolf made the most sense. It also explained so much more, for example, how he knew exactly where you were. It only made you wonder if he knew all along. Let himself be exposed to you. Wanting for you to see this.

See him.

Now back in his human form, he reached into the bush, parting it aside to reveal your cowering form. His grin widened as he watched you trembling in fear from him, this... other side of him probably enjoying a primal thrill at the prey he had caught.

"What... what are you? You had those big ears-"

"-to hear your thrilling pulse, darling."

"And your eyes were-"

"-so I could spot you and make sure you'd not hurt yourself, sweetheart."

"A-And your mouth was... you know."

At this, he simply grinned, and you gulped down any other word. "Gobble you up," he said earlier that night. It had not just been a sexy innuendo.

"Are you... going to kill me, too?" you asked woefully, feeling like your fate had already been sealed.

"You? Now, now, who'd do such a thing."

Clicking his tongue at you as if you had just insulted him, your boyfriend stepped through the gap in the bush, crossing over into your hideout, destroying every safety this thicket had provided with his presence. He leaned down, picking you up with what you now knew was unnatural strength and holding your bridal style as he carried you back towards the pond. The moonlight shined down on you two, the reflection on the water's surface blinding you. But it wasn't enough to make you forget about the body that laid just below you.

"I'm glad you could make it here, though. I wanted to enjoy the full moon with you for so long, you know? But you did interrupt my meal, how are you going to make up for it?" he asked, not a hint of seriousness in his voice. As if this was all a game rather than the brutal reality you had only just learned about.

"I--" you sputtered, unable to answer that. Your mind kept coming back to realize you were the next best meal to have and served as if on a silver platter as he carried you.

"Juuust joking," your boyfriend laughed. "How about we go home and order some late-night food? I'm so hungry!"

Ignoring the dead body on the floor, he merely stepped over it, chatting about whether he wanted burger or tacos as if he hadn't just revealed himself to be a fairytale monster and killed someone.

"Or, you know, we could make this fun. You could run, and I could catch you, have a nibble of those sweet cheeks; how about it?"

You felt the blood drain from your face, and his grin diminished as he watched you cower into yourself, his grip tightening around as you grew tense. "Okay, too early, got it."

"You're really not going to kill me?"

"Nope. Can't. You're my mate. You're what all werewolves crave—what I crave. Your happiness is all that satisfies me."

"Then... you'll let me go if I want to?"

His expression turned into a frown, and he shook his head. "There are rules," he said factually. "I'll explain them to you someday. But basically, they don't allow us to tell people about our existence. If I let you go, you might tell someone and--"

"I won't! I promise! I'll take your secret to the grave, please!" you pleaded, and your boyfriend grimaced, looking unhappy at your determination.

"And even more importantly-" he continued, raising his voice threatingly to make you behave. "-they teach us to never let our mates go, as there won't be another one. And living without is torture for a werewolf."

"Never?" you whined softly, and the smile returned to his face. Now he looked almost completely back to normal, like the sweet boyfriend you fell in love with. But you couldn't ignore the wolf in a sheep's skin—not with the blood of your bully still clinging to his chest.

"Never," he assured you firmly, and you knew instinctively that he meant it.

[kyoko-neko]

When you're the only one in the office...

You take a selfie... or two :)

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To be missed like this...I need all of this

You sit at the table with your family, everyone smiling and talking, enjoying the reunion of mothers, sisters, uncles, grandparents. The air is warm and the food is still hot. You feel like your heart is full, but there is an emptiness inside you that you are holding onto. A feeling of being hollow that you know will be filled once you return home.

You've finished your meal, and everyone is lounging about. Digesting. Processing their food and talking. Your father fell asleep in his chair. You decide that it's time to go home, so you put on your jacket and kiss your family members goodbye, then you go out the door and into the cold November air.

It's cold. You're full of food and love, but the air is bitter and the cold bites into your exposed hands when you hold up the key to your home. When you go inside, the house is dark. You begin to take off your coat and shoes when you hear the heavy breathing from the other room. You freeze involuntarily, stuck in place like a frightened bunny. The beast comes around the corner, needing to duck underneath the top of the door frame. It looks at you and your heart races.

"You're home." It says, the voice low and smooth. You nod your head slowly. "Good."

You're face down on the bed. Those familiar hands holding your hips and pulling them back so that it can spear its cock forward into your hole. There was that feeling of being full you had been waiting for. All emptiness inside was replaced with the eager and leaking cock of the beast. It pounded into you from behind, claws digging into flesh as it had its way with you. Then you were stuffed with the hot seed that pumped from its cock. Another hour, and again. And again.

Clearly, you had been missed.

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Everything about this, amazing

Elevator Speech

Yandere! CEO x Employee! Reader

𖦹 TW: General yandere behavior, implied stalking, mentions of domestic violence (not done by male lead,) readers ex-husband gets his shit rocked

Your favorite part of the work day is riding the elevator to your floor.

Most of the company sees it as an inconvenience. Despite the constant flow of bustling employees, representatives from other companies, and the occasional delivery driver, there is only one elevator for the entire building. It's constantly packed, there’s barely any breathing room, and each poor individual is shoulder to shoulder together. Despite the plethora of people, no one ever says a word. The long ride to the top stays suffocatingly silent except from the occasional creak and shuffling of feet.

Well, at least when he’s there, anyway.

No one dares to look up at his towering figure, to make eye contact with the sharp gaze of the company’s CEO. While his striking appearance may cause occasional conversation, it’s quickly shut down with a hardened glare. Even for work conversations, if he’s not in his office, he won’t entertain them. He is notoriously short tempered, rumored to have fired employees solely over greeting him when he was in a bad mood. His presence is overpowering. Staring straight ahead at the doors doesn’t alleviate the tension, and any attempt at casual conversation is met with the feeling of being watched. It’s hard to pretend he’s not there. So everyone keeps their distance- or, tries to.

Except for you.

His sharp mannerisms have never bothered you before, as a matter of fact, you welcomed them. Despite his snippy comments, he’s never actually told you to be quiet before. You take this as an indication to keep talking despite the disapproval and worried glances of your peers. He is the reason that this elevator ride is what you look forward to most. The interactions you’ve had with your boss are short, but god, do you value them.

“Funny how we’re always here at the same time, boss!” You beam up at him, oblivious to the silence you seem to be interrupting.

Of course your paths collide. They always manage to. Whether you’re ten minutes late, or thirty minutes early, he’s somehow already in the elevator before you. Sometimes you wonder how you constantly missed him entering the doors. If it were anyone else, it might have been a little concerning. But the sheer thought of such a successful man taking time out of his day to stalk you is so absurd that the question dissipates from your mind. As you look up at him expectantly, the elevators begin to fill up, and the influx of people causes you to press your body into his. If there was elevator music, (there isn't, it wouldn’t be an awkward enough ride with music) the cab could be mistaken for some sort of strange corporate mosh pit.

“Yeah. Funny.” He coolly responds.

You take this as encouragement to keep going. “The team and I sketched some rough drafts for the next campaign. I really appreciate you trusting me with this.” You seem to be pressed into him more and more as the floors pass. When one person goes, two more enter. You’re packaged together like a can of sardines. “I mean, this is like, really important st-”

His breath hitches, you weren’t sure if it was because he wanted to speak, or due to the fact you’d just been pressed closer together. “That’s interesting.” He’s looking straight ahead, as a matter of fact, he’s looking anywhere BUT you. His face remains impassive, concentrated on something. Your chest lightly touches his arm, and he quickly looks away. His shoulders tense up and there’s a certain rigidity in his stature. “Just… make sure it’s done correctly.”

“Of course. You know, I just have a few questions…”

A loud sigh erupts from the elevator.

As the conversation continues, a majority of the occupants step off on the next floor. Whether it’s actually their stop or they’re simply getting off at some random floor from the sheer second-hand embarrassment they’re feeling is unknown. For everyone else, the tension is palpable. They can see that the boss is clearly annoyed and put off with you. If your social cues are so poor that you can’t see it, you deserve the unemployment that will undoubtedly come your way.

A couple of questions later, each responded to with a curt yes or no, the elevator dings. You look up and realize it’s your floor. A disappointed sigh escapes you and you look towards the opening doors. “Well, this is my stop.” You separate from him, fixing your somewhat disheveled clothes from the once-cramped space. Despite the now available room, neither of you had moved apart. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Boss! Same time?” You joke. He doesn’t respond. You continue looking at him, waiting for a goodbye, but it never comes. He just continues to stare, a stoic expression on his face. The tension in the air returns, but it’s different this time. As if he wants to say something, but can’t.

“Alright!” You don’t know what to say at this moment either, so you simply give him a thumbs up as the elevator doors close behind you, grasping for any kind of human engagement.

The next day, you’re late, which is slightly out of character for you. It’s not that you have perfect attendance, but you’ve always given a notice or called ahead. You would have, but you were just… preoccupied. You mindlessly fiddle with your wedding ring as you drive. It’s too tight, and you always preferred silver over gold. You pan towards your typically well-manicured nails that had been chewed down to the white. You’d… been under a lot of stress lately. When you saw your boss, you’d apologize. That is, if he cared about the excuse of one employee out of hundreds…

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of the elevator opening. You were so out of it, you hadn’t even noticed you’d gotten out of your car and walked to your building. Head held down, you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor.

“Our company has a strict policy on lateness.” He states, standoffish. “If a similar instance occurs, a reprimand will be issued.”

You jump, clutching your chest. You whip around to see your boss, arms crossed and leaning against the support rails. Holy shit, when had he gotten there? You didn’t notice him at all.

“How… How long have you been there?!” You stammer, heart thumping and blood rushing around in your ears.

He doesn’t respond, and you notice that the air around him seems colder than usual. For the first time, you feel a little nervous around him. A couple of seconds pass in which neither of you speak, and you start to panic. “Oh god, boss, I’m so sorry. I overslept and the alarm didn’t go off, and, and, and…” You stutter, hands flailing around in nervousness. “My phone didn’t charge last night. You know how easily those cables break-” You tug on your turtleneck, god, it’s way too hot to be wearing this stupid thing. You’re in such a state of frenzy you don’t even find it mildly concerning why your boss is on the first floor elevator at 10:39 in the morning.

“I’m not interested in your excuses.” He takes a step toward you. “A no-show is a fireable offense.” Before you can begin to explain, to plead, state how desperately you NEED this job, he puts a hand up to silence you. “But, I’m willing to overlook this. You’re a dedicated employee. Just don’t let this happen again,”

You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful for his lenience. He really did recognize you as an employee. Maybe he even enjoyed your time in the elevator as much as you did. “Thank you.” You give him a soft smile. “It won’t happen again.”

He nods. “If you’re interested in continuing to work for the company, it won’t.”

You return his nod, humming a pleasant tune as the elevator continues upwards.

You call ahead the second time you’re late, giving the excuse of a nasty traffic jam.

You’re wearing a skirt down to your ankles. It’s in company regulation, but quite a sudden change from your usual attire. When you step into the elevator, your boss meets you once again. Today, you don’t look forward to your meeting. You’re snappy, and for once, just want some alone time. Your change in wardrobe must have caught his attention, because he looks you up and down with an inquisitive look. It irritates you. It's not like you want to wear this. You just… you just had a recommendation to wear it. A persuasive one to start dressing more femininely. To hide more of your skin, so other men- other people in general wouldn’t see.

“We typically advise against skirts due to the environment of the company.” Your boss looks down at you. “A potential safety hazard-“

“It’s a good thing I don’t need your advice.” You snap.

The elevator goes silent, and your cheeks instantly flush deeper.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t, I’m sorry boss. I didn’t mean to take that tone with you. I really didn’t.”

His expression remains neutral. “It’s fine.”

Neither of you say anything, the weight of your mistake putting an abrupt halt to your usual chattery nature. You hurriedly rush out of the elevator, not looking back at him. You don’t know if it’s out of humiliation or shame.

The third (and last) time you’re late, you’re in your husband's car. It smells like cigarette smoke and some kind of cologne that makes your nose wrinkle up in displeasure. It wouldn’t matter if you tried to say anything about it anyway. He’d continue to wear it despite your obvious dislike of it. The music you usually listen to in the morning has been replaced with some sports radio that’s much too loud for 8 in the morning. You don’t say anything that would give the impression that you don’t like it, instead, you keep your head low and avoid looking your husband in the eye. You sit in the passenger seat and stay seated even as you park in the garage. The passenger door opens, and you don't look at your husband as he takes your hand. He pulls you out of your seat with a tug that’s too rough, and you wince in a mix of pain and displeasure.

You look up and your eyes widen with surprise when you see your boss waiting outside the elevator for once. You go to approach him, to make another excuse that’s so far from the truth, but your husband puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes, uncomfortably tight, the fabric of your shirt pinching your skin.

“Brought ‘er here so she’s not late for once.”

Your boss doesn’t respond, but your husband’s one sentence is enough to make him furrow his eyebrows.

Your husband gives you a light push forward, and you stumble slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your boss grit his teeth. Once you regain your balance, you slowly walk forward into the elevator, and your boss follows shortly.

As the elevator doors close, your boss’s gaze never leaves your husband’s.

You don’t talk for the rest of the elevator ride.

It’s a long ride, but you finally reach your stop. Before you can leave, your boss presses the button to close the door. You look up at him, lips parted in confusion. Your face has lost its lively glow, and you are almost a husk of your former self. Makeup is heavily powered on your face to hide your deepening eyebags and what you hope he doesn’t suspect is a bruise on your cheek. You feel so, so tired.

“Would you miss him?”

“What?” You respond.

“Your husband. Would you miss him?”

You meet his gaze. It’s no longer harsh, but filled with an unidentifiable emotion.

You don’t respond, walking out of the elevator with a sharp click of your heels. When you step out, you turn back to look at him. Unspoken words are exchanged through the moment of hesitation. As other employees enter the cab, neither of you break your gaze. The door shuts, and you’re left looking at the cold, metal doors.

Your boss isn’t there the next time you arrive at work with your husband. Not outside the elevator, nor inside. You feel a pang of disappointment, but it’s to be expected. The conversations (if you could call them that,) that you had once looked forward to had become tense and uncomfortable. You were snappy, and unresponsive to his typical short-answer responses. You knew it wasn’t his fault, you just had… your own problems to deal with. You tug at the edges of your sleeve, pulling them down just enough to cover your wrists, swollen with marks.The problems would be dealt with, you just… didn’t have the resources. No place to go, not enough money for the divorce proceedings.

As the elevator door opens, you step inside. But instead of pressing the button for your floor, you put your hands in your hair and begin to weep. Why has nobody noticed? Why has nobody come to save you? You didn’t need a prince charming or a knight in shining armor to whisk you away, you just needed support. But instead, you were stuck at your stupid dead-end job with a good for nothing husband, and you had just potentially ruined any semblance of a relationship with your boss by being a massive dick to him.

You rub at your red eyes, noticing the smudging mascara staining your palms. You must look like an absolute mess. You pat your pockets, trying to reach your phone so that you have something to see your reflection in, but you’re left disheartened when you realize you must have left it in your husband's car. It’s only been a minute, and you were sure you could catch him if you went out now. You hesitate for a second, thinking about the risk of running late again, but ultimately decide it’s better than having your coworkers speculate on why you’re constantly late and this time, crying.

You press the door to open the elevator.

You can’t register the sight at first. It’s just two people. Except one is on the ground. One of the people is on the ground.

There’s blood, a good observation to have. You don’t know who has more blood on them. Your husband, or your boss.

Your boss. He’s standing over your husband, rather, you think it's your husband, at least. His face is so bloody and crushed, beaten to such a pulp- nose clearly broken and face so puffy it’d looked like he had an allergic reaction. He's laying on his side, and a small red, puddle pools from his head. Your eyes subconsciously follow the pool as it spreads past his head down to his chest. There’s no movement. No breathing.

In horror, your gaze shoots up to your boss. For once, his cold exterior is gone, replaced by pure rage. You watch as his expression suddenly softens, and realize he’s spotted you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widen as he takes in the shocked look on your face and realizes the gravity of the situation. He parts his lips, to explain or justify his actions. It’s no use though. You’ve already done the only thing your mind can think to do.

You press the button to your floor.

The door closes as he quickly begins to approach you. The rage isn’t aimed at you, it never was- and for a second, you see a flash of guilt in his eyes. However, you still don’t break eye contact with him. Your face doesn’t waver. As the doors shut, the silence that fills the elevator is a stark contrast to the scene you’ve seen. Dread overwhelms you. Your palms sweat and you notice a slight tremor in your hands. It's only when you feel a sudden coldness on your hand that you realize you’re crying. You softly touch your face as more begin to fall. A slow, creeping realization sets in, slower even than the pace at which the elevator passes through the floors. It wasn’t fear or sadness that you cried to. It never could have been.

It was relief. Pure relief. He was gone. The man who had oppressed, agonized, battered you for years of your life. Your husband. He was gone. He couldn’t hurt you now.

You were relieved. Over a murder. You should be ashamed, you should be mourning something, mourning the loss of your spouse, but you couldn’t stop the tears of relief from flowing down your cheeks. You try, hurriedly, to fix your face, to smooth out your clothing. It was a new day, with a new meaning. A new purpose.

And with that. You continue on with your work day. You don’t go to the police, you don’t file an anonymous tip and you don’t call for help. Papers are filed and notes and transcribed. You take the elevator down at 5:00 pm, and there’s no evidence of what you previously saw. You return home, take a shower, and head to bed.

It’s the best sleep of your life.

The next day, you drive yourself to work. You turn off the sports channel and play your music in the morning like nothing has happened. You walk to the elevator and press the button. Unlike the previous day, your boss returns to waiting on your floor. You step into the elevator, looking up at him. It’s as if nothing has changed.

“The weather is nice today.”

He looks down at you. “It’s fine.”

The elevator follows its usual routine. People get on, and people get off. People continue to avoid making eye contact with your boss

“The weather has been too cold lately.” You casually speak up. “Too cold for me. But now it’s warm again.”

He doesn’t respond, but maintains eye contact.

As the elevator continues upwards, you don’t get off at your regular stop. Instead, you continue to stand next to him. When you don’t move, he looks at you quizzically. When it’s just the two of you left, finally, you take his hand in yours.

He seems surprised, and takes a deep breath in. “This is against company policy.” He responds curtly, looking away from you. A faint red tints his ears, but he doesn’t push you away.

“Yeah, it is.” You smile.

The elevator reaches the top floor, your bosses office. It’s your last stop, and he’ll have to leave.

As the door opens, he steps out hesitantly. He looks back at you, as if the next time he looks away, you’ll disappear. “We can arrange the details of… your role at the company later. Over dinner.” He states matter-of-factly.

“That sounds good.” You nod pleasantly. That’s a date, right? He’s asking you out on a date? You feel like you should say something else, to address the tension in the room regarding the other… situation.

“Thank you,” You swallow hard, “For everything.”

As the elevator begins to close, he does something you’ve never seen him do before, not in all your time at this company.

He gives you a soft smile.

[kyoko-neko]

One man's trash is another werewolf's mate.

Thinking about a yandere werewolf, but not just any werewolf… a bounty hunter. And he has it bad for his you. Cowboy Werewolf!

Yandere Shorts: Like I Love You

Yandere werewolf x fem reader

TW: obsession, delusional themes, abo dynamic, horror, gore (mentioned), death of characters, neglectful husband, betrayal, cheating husband, forced relationship, mention of baby trapping, and behavior that should not be romanticized

Rolfe was currently on a hunt… his target is a sickly preacher’s, one that should be easy enough. Her own husband had paid him quite the pretty penny to off her. Poor little lamb didn’t stand a chance in the wilderness of this world. Not when she had enemies close to her side such as an unfaithful husband and a conniving best friend. He almost felt sorry for his prey

He arrived a day later, his clawed fingers dragged through a lock of her hair as he inhaled her scent. She smelled… delicious. And she was so vulnerable too with her nape out that just begged for his teeth to be driven into…

Rolfe shook his head before he went back into a trance when she subconsciously leaned into his touch. His hand moved up and grazed her temple that felt as if it were ablaze. Poor woman had a fever…

“Darling? Did you finally come to me?” Her voice was a bit delirious with sickness as she kissed his hands. Each kiss made him feel as if he was her beloved. It took everything in him not to loudly whine like a dog. “I missed you so much James. I’m sorry I got sick again.”

Rolfe didn’t say a word before he continued to drag his rough palms through her hair. His heart hammered in his chest and his wolf clawed inside his brain to be released. It seemed this woman before him… was his fated mate.”

Rolfe bent down and buried his nose into the crook of her neck to deeply inhaled. Oh yes… this lassy was his for the takin.

Rolfe began to slowly nurse her back to health rather than off her. An action that made his employer question him. Why on earth would a monster nurse such a nuisance back to health? She was always near death’s door. What use was such a delicate woman in the Wild West?

“When are you going to off (your name)? She’s an easy target.”

“I have honor as a bounty hunter. It must be a hunt.” Rolfe snarled at (your name)’s husband, James, the man who dared to keep her sick due to his lack of care. Had that scrawny man have no pride as a man? The pastor made him sick.

“She’s easy to pick off right now. I’d really like this to be over and done with so I can marry Helen. This is why I hired a monster-“ Rolfe picked James up from the ground by his throat as James gasped for air.

“You are a foolish, greedy man. Are you sure you are truly a man of god?” Rolfe growled, showing his fangs. His dark, muscular form largely towered over James’s lithe frame. “You’re a pathetic man.”

Rolfe soon went back to the care of (your name). The werewolf rubbed his cheeks all over her bed and her body to scent her… he needed to get rid of James’s scent. Rolfe wouldn’t let another have her and hurt her again… he’d spirit her away.

Rolfe wondered how many pups she’d want. If they’d be pretty like her but strong like him… if she’d pepper him with nips and kisses everyday. If she’d beg him for his knot on the next full moon as he properly mated her?

“Darling?” (Your name) reached for his face and Rolfe was quick to put his face in them. A needy whine escaped his throat while he nuzzled her. She was his precious mate…

He snarled when he saw Helen enter. The woman scoffed at him in disgust.

“Ugh. James and I are tired of waiting. You have been here over a month! We want you gone beast. We’ll do it ourselves.”

“So you’re cancelling the contract?” He hummed while he continued to tenderly kiss (your name)‘a palms. “Are you sure? Did you read the fine print?”

“Yes. We don’t need your kind here, true love will prevail-“ Helen didn’t even have time to scream before a giant black wolf hybrid had dug it’s fangs into her throat and ripped it apart like wrapping paper. Blood splattered all over the floor and walls as Helen could only helplessly choke on her own blood.

“Yes… true love will prevail.” He muttered with a a satisfied hum. “My mate will be so happy.”

Meanwhile, James fled into the forest for dear life. That beast had gotten Helen! The two of them couldn’t believe the werewolf would turn on him.

James loudly leapt when he heard something large chase him through the underbrush on all fours. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel his sweat pool down his back in puddles. He needed to get to the church! A demon such as the bounty hunter couldn’t possibly enter there-

But James was knocked to the ground as an agonized shriek fell from his lips. The werewolf began to shake and mangle his leg like the bloodthirsty beast it was…

“Let me go! Let me go! I didn’t do anything-“

Rolfe chuckled darkly. The black werewolf dropped his legs and glanced his beastly head at James. “Oh but she never did anything either… all she did was foolishly love you.”

“W-what do you mean? Are you talking about-“ James’s words were muffled by the paw like hand that covered his mouth. Rolfe shushed him.

“Shhh. You may have failed to pay me and cancel my contract but I had gotten something far more valuable from this transaction. Something most werewolves dream to find in their lifetimes… a fated mate!” Rolfe sighed dreamily. “You may have failed as a protector and provider, but I surely won’t! You have given me something more valuable than any coin could offer… yet you were neglectful to her. Such a shame really.”

“I… I’ll do anything! Just take her and let me live.”

“Ah but I can’t do that. Not when she still calls for you at night. No… you have to be eliminated. Destroyed, really. You can no longer exist on the same planet as her! You are in the way of my love!”

Loud screams of terror ringed out throughout the crisp night air and then it was silence.

Rolfe returned hours later scrubbed clean of blood while he crawled into the bed with his darling mate. He sighed in contentment when she cuddled him. Yes… it may take time to train her properly, but he was sure he could do it. He could make her love him. Just like he loved her.

[kyoko-neko]

... it's always the best friend lol

Yandere Werewolf

There's something terrorising your town every full moon. And a stroke of bad luck has you running into it more than once.

There's something terrorising your town.

The chickens are turning up dead, torn apart with their feathers and blood clumped together all over the yard. The pigs spend every full moon squealing and running around their pens like they can smell a predator in the air. The hunters say there's strange tracks out in the deep woods, tracks bigger than any wolf they've ever seen.

And there's scratches on your door - deep, gouged out claw marks like something wants to dig its way into your house.

You try not to get worked up about it.

It's probably just a fox or a coyote, right? Everyone knows they steal a chicken now and then. And you've seen the six-packs of beer your dad takes when he goes hunting. Dog tracks look pretty damn big when you're drunk and it's dark out, don't they?

You try not to get worked up about it, but every full moon you double check your locks.

You're squinting at the local paper when your best friend comes up behind you and slings his arm across your shoulders. He plucks the paper out of your hand and scoffs at the headline.

"Chickens found dead at McKinnly farm? No one should be surprised by that. Old McKinnly doesn't even have the coop properly fenced in."

"Hey! I wasn't done reading that."

He balls the paper up and tosses it into the dustbin with a smooth overhead throw.

"You are now. C'mon y/n, don't tell me you're buying into all this werewolf business too?"

Your best friend towers over you, every inch of him well bred, football star muscle. You have to crane your neck to properly glare at him.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's just sensational nonsense."

"Oh yeah? So you ain't scared of a big bad wolf breaking into your bedroom one night?"

It's your turn to scoff. "That's a pervert, not a wolf. How's a wolf even supposed to open a window?"

The school bell rings before he can give you an answer.

He groans. "I've got extra practice again tonight. Will you come watch me? We can get pizza after."

You grin. "Breaking News! Star quarterback needs his favourite cheerleader around to make life bearable."

He flicks your forehead. "Damn right I do. So whatcha say?"

"Sure. Someone's gotta be around to keep you on your toes."

It's only when he's long out of sight that you remember - you're one night away from the full moon.

He destroys his team mates at practice. When he's pounding down the field, head down and his fingers curled like claws around the ball, he almost looks inhuman.

After practice, he catches you before you can scramble away and rubs his sweaty face all over you.

"Ewwww." You shove him at him unsuccessfully. "You do that every time! It's so gross!"

"Gotta be faster than that squirt," he laughs.

By the time he's done in the locker room, you've already ordered pizza for the both of you.

You head up to the overlook, his old Mustang growling down the highway.

The overlook is exactly what it sounds like - a hill high over town with a great view of the twinkling streets far below. It's a clear night, and the almost full moon casts a silvery shadow over everything.

He slings his arm across the back of your seat and complains when you pick the olives off your side of the pizza.

"God, I hope your taste in men is better than your taste in pizza."

"My taste in men and pizza are equally questionable, thank you very much."

He laughs, "At least you're self aware. Speaking of guys, I know Murrey from Algebra asked you to prom, and Dave from Homeroom."

You groan. "How did you even hear about that?"

"I've got ears like a wolf." He turns to face you. "What did you tell them?"

"I said no. You and I go together every year."

"Atta girl." He sounds pleased.

You offer him some of your discarded olives and he bites them straight out of your fingers.

"Y'know, lots of girls were awfully disappointed you didn't ask them. When are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend, mister star quarterback?"

He leans down and ruffles your hair. "I got you in my life, don't I? That's plenty."

Eventually, his arm finds it's way to your shoulder, and he pulls you against his side. He's warmer than you and when you curl up against him, he smirks and says that's what you get for being hopelessly under dressed.

There's an old love song on the radio and you fall asleep with your hand knotted in his jacket.

He drives home extra slow and when he shakes you awake, his hands linger on your waist.

You rub your eyes groggily. "Goodnight mister wolf."

You're already halfway up the driveway before he replies, his voice too soft to hear.

"Goodnight little lamb."

On the night of the full moon, you wake up to a cloudy sky and your dog scratching at your bedroom door to be let out.

You struggle into your slippers and mutter about better toilet training. When you open the back door, he slips past your legs and shoots off into the trees. Yawning, you rest your elbows on the porch railing and try not to fall asleep.

It's only when you hear him yelping that you come awake fully.

"Cruiser? What's wrong boy?"

The street lights reach all the way to the edge of your lawn but the trees beyond are black dark. You make you way down carefully, your sense of unease growing with every whistle he ignores.

Your dad left his old wind up torch near the shed and you grab it. It whirs to life with a dull flicker.

Cruiser is whimpering louder now. You follow the sound of it, ducking under branches and trying not to slip in your flimsy slippers.

The clouds clear and for a minute or two, the forest is bright enough that you barely need the torch. You find Crusier backed up against a tree, his tail tucked between his legs. He ignores you when you call him, staring out into the dark and whining like you've never heard before.

"What's wrong boy? What's out there?"

You can't help the fear you feel. Your dog is hard to scare and you've never seen him this frightened.

Twigs snap in the gloom and you swing your torch around wildly. You try and tell yourself that it might be a deer, wandering in from the deep forest. But all you can think about is the local paper.

"Chickens torn apart. Vet suspects large wolf on the prowl."

But it can't be here, right? You're practically on the main road. You reach down and grab Cruiser's collar, your heart racing. The dog barely acknowledges you when you tug on it.

"Heel Cruiser. C'mon boy."

You try and whisper, but your voice comes out high and nervous. His whimper changes into a low growl that vibrates through his collar.

That's when the moon comes out again. And you see the werewolf.

It's coat is dark and thick, and it's crouched halfway behind a tree. Less than twenty feet away.

How the hell did it get so close without you hearing it?! Adrenaline slams into you and your heart skips into overdrive. You turn on your heel and run.

The funny thing about adrenaline is the way your own body takes control. You duck under branches before your conscious mind even realises they're there. You run faster than you ever thought possible, trees streaking by in black blurs.

You hear footsteps behind you but you can't tell if it's Cruiser or the wolf. You don't bother checking. You just keep your head down and sprint like the Devil is on your heels. Hell, he might be.

The werewolf catches you just as you break out of the tree-line. It slams into you from the side and sends you sprawling.

As you scramble to your knees, you get your first good look at the terror of the town. It's bigger than any wolf you've ever seen. Closer to the size of a small grizzly, with the thick fur to match. It's down on all fours, but it's forelegs are unusually long. It's paws are strangely misshapen and for a second, they look almost like hands. It's body feels more ape than wolf.

Oh, but it's teeth are all canine. All sharp, curving fangs, shining with spit.

It sniffs the air and with a start you realise that you're bleeding. Your palms are sliced up from trying to cushion your fall. Blood, you think numbly. Blood is supposed to make carnivores more aggressive. Whett their appetite.

Staring up at its drooling maw and narrowed eyes, you find it hard to believe anything could be more bloodthirsty.

It lunges for your throat and if it weren't for Cruiser, you'd be dead.

The dog shoots out from the forest, barking loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. He jumps at the creature's back, sinking his teeth into the fleshy muscle where neck and shoulder meet.

The werewolf roars.

It reaches up and tears Cruiser off with one nasty yank. Your dog thuds into the ground with an ugly cracking sound.

You scream - half terror and half rage. Cruiser is trying to stand, but can't manage it. One paw hangs uselessly. Oh, your poor, brave dog.

You act without thinking.

You lunge forward and punch straight at the werewolf's nose. It's hard and wet, and your fist keeps going even after contact. His teeth leave shallow cuts on your knuckles.

The werewolf yelps. Like a kicked puppy.

It backs away a few steps before lowering it's head and snarling. It gears up for another pounce.

That's when your daddy shoots it. The blast from his shotgun knocks the werewolf right out of the air.

It crashes down and scrambles to its feet. Its head swings wildly between you and your father. It growls one final time before turning on its heel and bounding into the trees.

How the hell could it even stand after a blast like that? You shudder, your eyes fixed on the trees.

You can hear your dad on the phone, frantically reporting to the Sheriff's office. You sink to your knees next to Cruiser. He draws his eyes up to yours and whines.

"My brave boy..." You stroke his head with the back of your hand and accidentally stain his fur with blood. "I'm so sorry. I'm so damn sorry."

He cranes his neck and licks the tears off your cheek. Just like when he was a puppy. You laugh, high and hysterical. And once you start, you can't stop.

Somewhere in the forest, the wolf howls.

You can't sleep at all after that. And when the Deputies question you, it takes almost all night. They don't believe you entirely, but the tracks their dogs pick up are strange enough to garner a few nervous looks.

You're on the porch, clutching a warm drink and watching the sunrise, when your best friend finds you.

He sweeps you up in a crushing hug, his cheek pressed firmly against your hair.

"Are you okay? I came as soon as I heard."

You pull away, confused. He cups your face in his hand and gently twists it left and right, scanning for any cuts or bruises.

"What? Who told you?"

He cooks his head. "You did. A few minutes ago."

Did you? You don't remember calling him. But you're tired and frightened. Maybe you just can't remember everything.

He sits you down on the porch swing and carefully inspects your palms while you tell him what happened.

"It wasn't a wolf. You believe me right? I saw it clear as day."

"You were pumped up on adrenaline and fighting for your life. You can't be sure what you saw." He sighs, "Maybe it was a wolf or maybe it was a bear or maybe it was some exotic animal that we've never heard about. But really y/n, it sure as hell wasn't a werewolf."

"Yeah... but..."

In the daylight, werewolves and horror feel silly. Illogical. You aren't a kid anymore, you shouldn't be letting your imagination run wild. There's definitely a reasonable explanation.

But every time you think about it, the more sure you feel. That creature was nothing normal or logical at all. It was wrong. Anatomy all out of proportion, eyes too bright and aware, the smell of it more like human sweat than dog musk.

No, you didn't imagine any of it. It wasn't a wolf at all.

"How's Cruiser doing?"

You take a sip of your drink and try not to cry. "Not good. The emergency vet came by and rushed him to surgery. Multiple broken bones they say, maybe some internal bleeding."

He sucks in a breath. "Oh y/n, I'm so sorry."

He opens his arms and you curl up against him gratefully. His letterman jacket is soft against your skin and the smell of him envelopes you.

"I still remember the day you got him for me," you say.

He rubs soothing circles across your back.

"He was such a runt back then. All eyes and big floppy ears. When you pulled him out of your jacket, I didn't realise he was a puppy. I thought you got me some weird stuffed teddy."

He laughs. "I tried putting a bow on him y'know. But he kept tryna bite my fingers off."

You laugh too. "I could never figure out why he didn't like you."

"Jealousy I say. Didn't want me to steal you away."

You punch his arm, smiling. "You're the only guy who'll compete with a dog for my attention."

"If that's what it takes. Put a leash on me right now if you want."

You scoff and curl up closer against him. "I would but they don't come in your size big guy."

You're too tired to notice the bruise on your best friend's nose, or the way he flinches when you touch his side. For a little while, you make the awful mistake of forgetting about the beast.

Prom comes faster then you expect. Your dress gets measured and tailored and steamed. You spend days practicing different hair styles. Cruiser limps around behind you, whining for treats like he wasn't touch and go just a month ago. The moon grows thin and then round again.

When you pull up at your best friend's house, his parents are on their way to a party of their own. His mother gives you a peck on the cheek and says you look stunning and to not forget the keys when you leave.

You laugh and wave them off and almost forget about the full moon streaming through the trees.

The house is quiet and you make your way to his room, your heels hanging from your fingers.

"Hey princess!" You knock on his door. "Are you ready yet? I'm coming in!"

You open the door to an empty room, his tux still on its hanger.

"Oh. My. God. How are you still not done?"

You can hear the shower running and you pound at the door. "We're gonna be late! I swear I'm going to kill you when you get out of there."

No response.

"Hey! I know you can hear me!"

Still nothing.

You try the handle and the door swings open a crack. Steam billows out and you slap a hand over your eyes before you can see anything too revealing.

"Hurry it up! We're gonna miss all the good songs if you don't get dressed soon. Do you really wanna slow dance to something Mr Jared the gym teacher picks out?"

You hear the slap of footsteps on wet tile and breath a sigh of relief. "Did all that football practice knock your ears outta wack? I've been yelling at you since I got here."

Something growls, low and deep.

Your eyes shoot open and you step back. But you're still too slow to react and the werewolf leaps at you. Its heavier than a man and you tumble to the floor together, its paws pinning you down by the shoulders.

Its snout is right in front of your face, almost touching your nose. Lips curl away from awfully long fangs.

It growls almost like a man, almost like it's saying, "Mine."

You scream, kicking and tossing and failing to get away. It's claws prick holes in the satin of your dress and draw little beads of blood.

You scream your best friend's name, terrified that the beast got him too. You're going to die, you think desperately, you're going to die and your poor mother won't even be able to refund your prom dress. If you weren't screaming, you might have laughed.

But the monster doesn't kill you.

Instead, it licks the tears off your cheek. Just like Cruiser did a month ago. It growls again, but the sound is lighter. Pleased almost.

You grow still, confused and terrified of provoking it. Your best friend's room is cluttered with football gear - trophies and jerseys and signed helmets. The moon shines dully off all of it. And you're in the very centre, with a monster pinning you to the ground.

The moon dips behind a cloud and the werewolf changes right before your eyes. Hair and snout receding, his eyes darkening from wolf amber to warm brown.

It's only his teeth that stay the same. All sharp points that peak through his lips.

Your best friend is on top of you, totally naked and still warm from the shower.

"I didn't want to hurt you y/n, I swear."

His voice is lower somehow, like the wolf's growl is just under the surface.

You're too shocked to move. Too shocked to scream. This must be a dream. It's too surreal to be real.

He leans down and kisses you on the cheek. "I wanted to tell you. But it would have sounded crazy. I grow claws and teeth on the full moon? I heal faster than I used to? I can smell when you're ovulating and when you're on your period?"

He pulls back and tilts his head. "When we were kids, we promised we wouldn't keep secrets. And now you know."

"You...you were outside my house that night."

He laughs. "I'm outside your house every night dummy. That was just the night you caught me."

"Why?"

He shakes his head the way he always does when you say something dumb. "To keep you safe. To keep other animals away from you. To protect you, like I said I would."

His hands slip from your shoulders to your waist. "But now you know."

He grins, his teeth awfully sharp. "Now I can make you just like me."

He holds you down and kisses you and nips at your neck hard enough to draw blood. And when the clouds clear from the moon, you feel your teeth start to lengthen.

Something is terrorising your town. And you should have know better than to cross its path.

[kyoko-neko]

My wish and my wish for you all!

[kyoko-neko]

Life sure has been quite different, but it will be ok

man this year is gonna be the year i either die or become someone else i dont know which one maybe both

[kyoko-neko]

The best of both worlds

just thinking about how good it would look with a monster's big belly bouncing while he's pounding into me

[kyoko-neko]

Very sound advice that I try to do, but still learned something new

I’m about to save you thousands of dollars in therapy by teaching you what I learned paying thousands of dollars for therapy:

It may sound woo woo but it’s an important skill capitalism and hyper individualism have robbed us of as human beings.

Learn to process your emotions. It will improve your mental health and quality of life. Emotions serve a biological purpose, they aren’t just things that happen for no reason.

1. Pause and notice you’re having a big feeling or reaching for a distraction to maybe avoid a feeling. Notice what triggered the feeling or need for a distraction without judgement. Just note that it’s there. Don’t label it as good or bad.

2. Find it in your body. Where do you feel it? Your chest? Your head? Your stomach? Does it feel like a weight everywhere? Does it feel like you’re vibrating? Does it feel like you’re numb all over?

3. Name the feeling. Look up an emotion chart if you need to. Find the feeling that resonates the most with what you’re feeling. Is it disappointment? Heartbreak? Anxiety? Anger? Humiliation?

4. Validate the feeling. Sometimes feelings misfire or are disproportionately big, but they’re still valid. You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling, it’s just valid. Tell yourself “yeah it makes sense that you feel that right now.” Or something as simple as “I hear you.” For example: If I get really big feelings of humiliation when I lose at a game of chess, the feeling may not be necessary, but it is valid and makes sense if I grew up with parents who berated me every time I did something wrong. So I could say “Yeah I understand why we are feeling that way given how we were treated growing up. That’s valid.”

5. Do something with your body that’s not a mental distraction from the feeling. Something where you can still think. Go on a walk. Do something with your hands like art or crochet or baking. Journal. Clean a room. Figure out what works best for you.

6. Repeat, it takes practice but is a skill you can learn :)

[kyoko-neko]

Yep yep... seems about right

Werewolf: Careful, sweetheart. You play with claws, you’re gonna to get marked. And trust me, I mark deep.

Me:

[kyoko-neko]

He's in rut, how can i not?

Hello, can I request a werewolf boyfriend x reader, where the werewolf boyfriend is in his rut and all he wants to do is breed and knot his little human over and over again till he knows for sure she’s going to be pregnant with his pups.

Pairing: Male Werewolf x Female reader (can be human or monster!)

Warnings: Sex, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, excessive amounts of cum, werewolf in rut

Sex with your werewolf boyfriend was always amazing but his ruts were something else entirely. His instincts to claim and breed you always made him especially feral and animalistic. Even though you have been on birth control for the entirety of your relationship, his instincts during his rut still made him want and need to breed you.

When he had woken up hours ago, hot and needing to breed, you surprised him by letting him know you had stopped your birth control a few weeks back. You saw the exact moment your words registered in his lust filled brain. Within moments he had you bent over and full of his cock.

This brings you to now. He hasn’t let go of your body for hours. He has filled you so many times your stomach is bloated and hard to the touch. Thick cum coats your puffy and abused pussy, trailing down your shaking thighs to puddle beneath you on the bed. You are both coated in sweat. Your body slick to the touch and his fur drenched from the hours of fucking.

You are so overstimulated but you can’t seem to stop cumming on his cock. You have lost count of how many times you have both cum and he doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. He has told you just one more time for the past two hours but it’s always just one more time.

“Look how pretty you look darling. So full of my cum you already look like you carry my pup. Just give me one more. Just fu-fuck,,, one more and I’ll let you rest. Come on darling, I need to feel your pussy squeeze my cock again” he growls in your ear.

Your body obeys his words even against your exhaustion and your cunt flutters around his cock. His fat knot pushes inside you, locking you together as he lets out a deep growl. He fills you up to the point your cunt can no longer clamp down around his cock, overfilled to the max. You cry out at the sensation and collapse onto the bed.

He leans over your worn out body gently kissing and licking over your exposed neck, waiting for his knot to go down. His tongue is soothing and you feel your heavy eyelids finally shut.

You lay there on the brink of sleep when you feel him pull out. You whine at the loss of his cock and the sensation of his cum flowing out of your stretched and gaping hole.

You don’t feel empty for long though as he thrusts back in, working to pump you full with another load. You whine and he gives your neck a sloppy lick before saying, “ I know darling. I just need to make sure you are full with my pups. Just one more time I promise”.

You whimper as your pussy begins to clench around his cock again, knowing there will keep being one more time until his rut is over and he is sure that you are sufficiently bred.

I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think ❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

[kyoko-neko]

Perfect for this season! So cute and cozy. I couldn't stop smiling reading this @kassandra-hawthorne so beautiful and heartwarming.

A Christmas of Traditions 🌕

M!werewolf mate x GN!human reader Celebrating Christmas with your werewolf husband for the first time

-SFW, established relationship, domestic fluff, cheesy love story WC:1,485

The remnants of the harvest feast still lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp scent of pine from the freshly cut tree standing proudly in the corner of the living room. You smiled as you moved the rest of the leftovers in the fridge. Your heart full from the warmth of the recent celebration. Your werewolf mate had embraced the feast with enthusiasm, enjoying every moment of the human traditions.

Your mate, however, was not as at ease as he appeared. As he watched you hum a holiday tune while tidying up, his mind was elsewhere. The human winter holiday of Christmas was approaching, and with it, the full moon. The werewolf rituals of the winter solstice were deeply significant to him, but he feared they would clash with your Christmas traditions.

This was the first time celebrating during the winter solstice together. He knew how much this time meant to you, but there was also no way he could abandon his way of honoring. He didn’t want to spend the holiday apart, but it may have to be that way. 

He paced near the fireplace, glancing at the calendar that was marked December 25th with a bright, festive sticker. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to find the right words. How could he bring up his concerns without dampening your holiday spirit?

He walked over to you and gave you a loving kiss on the forehead before he stalked outside and ran into the woods. Running through the forest was how he cleared his mind. The cold winter air assaulted his lung as he raced between the trees and into the meadow. He sat in his special spot and tried to come up with a solution to his current predicament. 

After what felt like hours of listening to the snowy wind, your werewolf mate gets up and slowly starts walking back to your shared cottage. He decided whatever made you happy is what he was going to do. If he had to miss out on the winter solstice rituals for one year, it wouldn’t kill him. You were his life now and he wanted to show you that. 

You sat on the couch reading a book while sipping some warm tea while waiting for your mate to return. You knew sometimes he needed to get out. Sometimes he just needed to let the beast side of him be free. You didn’t mind, you thought it was hot and respectful. You hear the familiar sound of massive paw pads stepping onto the back porch and smile to yourself. 

“Feel better, love?”, you asked while sipping your tea.

Your mate stood there in the doorway of the living room, watching you for a moment. 

Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.

"My mate…”, he began softly, "the harvest feast was wonderful, and I'm looking forward to this Christmas with you, but there's something I need to discuss with you about our plans”.

“What is it?”, you turned to him with a curious and loving expression on your face.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "my winter solstice celebration goes on the same time as Christmas, and it's a very important time for me to perform my moon rituals. I was worried about how we could celebrate both our traditions together. I figured we just might not be able to do that so I wanted to let you know that we can celebrate anything you want. I just want you to be happy."

Your eyes softened with understanding, and you took his hand in yours.

"My love, we'll find a way to make it work. Just like we’ve done with everything else. We'll create new traditions that blend both our worlds."

Relief washed over him as he realized you both were in this together, ready to face the challenge with open hearts and mutual respect.

******

Snowflakes fell gracefully in the crisp December air, blanketing the small town in a shimmering coat of white. It was such a beautiful and peaceful scene. Inside the cozy cabin, twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, casting a warm, festive glow. 

You stood by the window, gazing out at the winter wonderland, your heart swelling with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. This Christmas was going to be special.

You glanced over at the calendar, where you had marked the days leading up to Christmas with bright, cheerful stickers. For you, Christmas had always been a time of joy, tradition, and togetherness. You turned to look at your werewolf mate. He was meticulously arranging candles and crystals on a small altar by the fireplace.

These rituals were an essential part of who he was, deeply rooted in his werewolf heritage. The winter solstice, marked by the full moon, held profound significance for him. It was a time to honor his ancestors and connect with the natural world. You were hopeful about what you both had planned together for the big day. You leave him to his work and go make some hot chocolate. 

*******

The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the snow covered branches, casting a serene light on you as you sat outside, enveloped in the tranquility of Christmas Eve. You both had found a beautiful compromise. 

As the snow fell gently around you, you and your mate talked and laughed as you waited for midnight to perform the ritual. You wrapped your cloak around you tighter and snuggled up to the warm bundle of fur next to you. 

You leaned against your werewolf, your eyelids growing heavy with the peace of the evening. With a tender smile, he held you close, his heart swelling with the quiet contentment of having you by his side tonight.

Midnight had approached, but you succumbed to sleep in his comforting embrace. Your mate gazed at you, the soft rise and fall of your breathing a soothing rhythm against the stillness of the night. He leaned slightly and performed his ritual on the insignia you helped him make. He sat there afterwards, his heart filled with so much love for you. He held you close while he enjoyed the moment just a little bit longer. 

Eventually and carefully, he lifted and carried back to the warmth of the cottage. After putting you to bed, he made sure to put a couple extra logs on the fire. After that, he walked through the cottage and made sure all the presents were put out before sneaking back into bed with you.

Morning came and you awoke to heavenly smell. You realized you were alone in bed. You got out of bed and wrapped a blanket around you when you realized it was Christmas morning. You rushed into the living room and the sight you saw left you speechless. 

Your werewolf husband had woken up early and made breakfast with the special seasonal coffee you like. He walked into the living room from the kitchen wearing his Christmas printed pajama pants holding two mugs of coffee. You looked at him, in your overly decorated home, and smiled brightly. What a perfect sight for Christmas morning.

Next was the joy of exchanging gifts. Laughter filled the air as you both unwrapped tokens of love and thoughtfulness. The day continued with a grand feast, a delightful blend of foods from both traditions, each bite a symbol of your united front. You both enjoyed a day of being merry and lazy together. 

Later, as the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, your werewolf mate led you outside once more. He escorted you back to the spot in the meadow. You said you wanted to learn more about the rituals and he agreed. Once you sat down, your mate handed you something small wrapped in some leather. 

You unopened it and gasped at what you saw. You held up the gorgeous necklace to get a better look at the gem inside. It was a beautiful moonstone crystal that had a hint of green to it. You marveled at it, speechless. 

“I chose the green hued one because it reminded me of the night we met. Here in the forest under the moonlight. I thank the goddess everyday for that chance encounter”, he whispered to you, bringing you in a tight embrace.

As the night continued on, he showed you the ancient winter solstice moon ritual. Your fingers intertwined around the gemstone necklace that sparkled in the moonlight. Together, you both performed the ritual, your eyes wide with wonder and appreciation for his culture.

In that moment, under the vast expanse of the winter sky, you and your mate found perfect harmony. The first Christmas together was more than a celebration. It was a testament to the love and beauty of embracing each other's traditions.

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[kyoko-neko]

Just want i needed. Glad i can still enjoy nsfw at work haha, gotta love spacing.

Commission for @itsafullmoon

A/N: Thank you so much for commissioning! This turned a lot more funny than expected, the werewolf is basically a himbo and the events are very fast-paced. Hope you enjoy!

Request: I’d like to request a NSFW-longer story Werewolf x fem!human, werewolf saves her from what could’ve been a fatal fall/accident in the woods or….was that his secret plan all along😏 (stalking, future mate?) I love your writing and leave the rest up to your creative mind🫶

The spiral to insanity happens in a hole

Werewolf x fem!reader || induced heat, knotting, semi-public sex (cave), implied stalking

“Help! Help me!” You cried out.

A head appeared at the top of the hole you fell into. “Hello there, stranger. Seems like you are in a hole,” his words made you want to hit him with a rock. “Do you need some help?” Was this dude for real?

Not wanting to be mean to the stranger that could have your way out of the hole you sighed and told him: “Yes, please.”

He reached inside the hole with his long arm, and you reached up trying to grab it. Before you know what happened there was a big crash and the stranger was next to you in the hole/cave. “How did you fall, too?!” You accused. Now both of you were stuck in the hole. Fuck.

“Oops,” he giggled. He actually giggled. Who was this dude? You glared at him and he rose his hands in a calming motion. “No worries, I work as a keeper in the reserve and called my college when I heard you calling. They’ll come to get us soon enough.” That did calm you, and you sat down on a big rock and stared at him.

He was pretty in a rough way, like a lumberjack. He was big as a wardrobe and looked like he could break a tree if he wanted to. You were kinda okay with that, he looked good. In other circumstances, you would have hit on him. Probably. And well, being completely truthful, you would probably hit on him here, too. Your body was tingling just by looking at him, a strange sensation boiling inside of you.

He didn’t say anything else, and you didn’t either. You sat in silence as he paced up and down the little cave and you thought about all the dirty things you would let him do to you. At some point he stopped and looked at you. “We could do something to pass the time.” That made sense, but at that moment you wanted to do anything but to talk. He was handsome, and maybe you wanted to fuck him a little (understatement of the century), but definitely not in a hole in the forest.

“What do you suggest?”

And then he went and deadpanned: “We could make out.” You looked at him trying to decipher if he was being serious.

You were so surprised it took you a couple of seconds to respond. “Are you fucking insane? I don’t know you!” You didn’t want to say no, but it was fucking insane that he was asking you that, you didn’t know each other’s name.

This dude was completely crazy, 100%. You didn’t know how you found yourself in that situation, but there you were. In a hole, in the forest, with a crazy dude who wanted to make out. And what was more surprising: you were okay with that. The idea of making out with him wasn’t as bad as someone could think. You kinda wanted to say yes, but you also knew that was a bad idea.

“Well, we could know each other.” He proceeded to tell you everything that came to mind about himself as you looked at him astonished. Who the fuck was this guy and why did you find him so adorable? He kept talking and talking and his blush became more and more prominent as you stared. “I’m sorry, I’m gonna shut up now.” He went from weird to endearing very fast, your heart beating erratically inside your chest. You were charmed by that big fool.

“You are kind of adorable,” you blurted out. You covered your mouth instantly, you didn’t want that to escape.

“You think so?” He asked back, flushing harder. Cute.

“Yeah. I feel this…. This connection to you. I don’t understand why, I should be scared or anxious about it, but looking at you brings me some kind of calmness. It’s like I already knew you.” And it was true, you felt some kind of deep connection to him, like something inside of you could recognize something inside of him.

“You do?” He sounded so hopeful and excited that you wanted to hug him and kiss the tip of his nose. What was wrong with you? “You a… Well, you see… Youaremymate.”

“I’m what?”

“You are my mate,” he told you, slower this time. At your confused look, he continued, “let me explain. So…. I’m a werewolf.” At your not-impressed look he changed before you. His face contorted and his bones cracked and before you knew it he was a fucking werewolf.

For both of your surprises, you didn’t scream, you didn’t panic, you just stared at him until your brain came back into action. “What the fuck!? How are you even real?!” You must have hit your head when you fell down. That’s it. That’s why the dude in front of you was a werewolf and why he was saying you were his mate. Yep, that’s the reason. He pinched your arm and you slapped his hand. “Why did you do that?”

“You aren’t dreaming. Or hit your head. I’m a werewolf and I’m real.” You stared at him for what felt like an eternity but was probably just a couple seconds. For some reason, you believed him and that made you question your sanity even more.

“You know what? I believe you. My life couldn’t get any messier, but apparently it can.” You laughed at that, hysterically. He looked at you with concern all over his face. “I’m okay, I’m okay…” You repeated as you wiped tears off the corner of your eyes. “I’m just having a bit of a breakdown.” He hugged you then, pulling you against his furry chest and embracing you tightly.

Weirdly enough, it made you calm down. Your breathing evening out to match his and your body relaxing in his arms. “So… do you want to make out?” He asked again, making you chuckle and looking up at him incredulously.

“Are you serious right now?” His kicked puppy face was answer enough. “Of course you are. I- No I don’t- You know what? I do. Let’s make out. If my life is going to get this crazy, I can surrender to it and also be insane.” You felt completely out of control, nothing made sense anymore and why not... Kissing a werewolf didn’t sound like the worst idea in that moment. He was handsome as fuck and he looked even better with all the furriness he had going on. You wanted to kiss him when he was human so… why not? Insanity was as good option as any other.

“You are not insa-” He didn’t finish that thought before you launched for his mouth and started kissing his wolfy face. The fangs against your lips made some deep part of you tingle. The danger and the anticipation making everything so intense you could feel your pussy getting wet. He sniffed the air and groaned against your mouth. “I can smell your desire,” he growled against your ear, breaking the kiss. You groaned in response, feeling hot all over.

You felt like your body was burning from the inside out, like your blood was made of lava and you were about to burn down completely. Your pussy felt so wet and so ready you could feel your heartbeat in your clit. “What is happening to me?” You asked, fanning yourself.

He looked down at you, guilty as fuck. “You started the mating process. You kissed me and now your body is going to react strongly to everything we do. You are going to get really horny, really soon.” You shook was rapidly replaced by a new wave of heat. Fuck. You groaned and kissed him again.

He tore a hole in your pants and ripped your panties, exposing your pussy to his hungry eyes. He stared at your center and slowly circled your clit as he pushed two fingers inside of you. You cried out and came around his fingers.

“More. More. Give me your cock.” You were frantically pulling at his pants, trying to free what felt like a dick bigger than anything you’d experienced before. He got himself free and you gasped when you saw. It was different from humans, larger in every way, but also had a different shape. It was fat in the middle instead of the tip, and there was a big bulge at the base that looked incredibly to grind against. “Now. Now. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” you chanted. Your brain couldn’t understand anything else but the heat burning inside of you and his dick being the solution.

“Are you su-?” He tried to ask, but you weren’t having any of that. You needed to be fucked and you needed it NOW.

“If you don’t fuck me right now I swear to God I’-” He grabbed your hips and lowered you to his dick in a second, his dick fitting inside of you in one long thrust that had you throwing your head back and crying out in ecstasy. It was perfect. His dick was perfect.

He didn’t give you time to adjust to his girth, he started a punishing pace, his hands on your hips as he moved you up and down. You were grateful for that, your legs turned into jelly and you doubted you could do anything to help him right now. His movements were perfect but not enough. You rubbed your clit frantically as he told you how pretty you were, how good you looked and how lucky he was having a mate as beautiful as you.

You came apart in his lap. Once, twice, three times… He wasn’t stopping. He had super stamina or something like that because his dick was hitting all your perfect spots and you were seeing stars as he just kept going. Your pussy felt used, but you wanted more, so much more…

You needed, you needed something… Something. And then you felt it. “What is that?” You asked between groans, your body limp because of the pleasure.

He grunted and moved your hips up and down faster, making you see stars. “My knot. Do you- Do you want that?” You nodded, not knowing what you were getting yourself into, but too lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

It took some work, but he moved your hips against it until it was coated in your juices and it could slip inside. You blacked out for a couple seconds when you felt the extreme fullness inside of you. Your pussy was stretched to the max and it felt better than anything you’ve ever experienced. You felt like you reached nirvana. And then you could feel him coming inside of you, so much, so hot and fast… You were being stuffed, and it felt... marvelous.

You came a couple more time grinding his knot against your G-spot and when you couldn’t take it anymore, you deflated against his front. His knot was still firm inside of you, spurting cum every once in a while. You didn’t care anymore, you could take a nap right there.

“Can I confess something to you?” He broke the silence, his hands caressing your back in a hypnotizing motion.

“Well, it’s not like we can move, can we?” You asked, his knot firmly pressed inside of you. You rolled your hips experimentally and groaned at the sensation. So good.

“I hid the hole so you’d fall into it,” he confessed, hiding his wolfy face in your neck, licking that spot behind your ear that made you shiver. The combination of his knot pressing onto your G-spot and the licking was making your brain foggy with pleasure.

But then his words registered, “Dude, what?!”

[kyoko-neko]

Makes a beeline for the werewolf stories haha, but of course that's just the first stop on this train

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[kyoko-neko]

Just dropping in to give you a kiss... be good. Whether you're a wolfie or a piggy, I'm watching. 😘

[kyoko-neko]

I am willing to face the repercussions 😏

Snuggling up with your werewolf husband, listening to him make little howls and whines in his sleep as you stroke his cock.

For now you’re in control, but you know the second he wakes up he’ll pounce you and stuff you full of his knot.

It’s exciting either way.