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—my beastfolk characters

—what is 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔰?

✵may not be mobile-friendly, is currently in progress ✵will undergo changes and additional basic information in the future ✵contains basic information only ✵more to come!

✵this contains a LOT of potential tws, ranging from heavy noncon, pregnancy, abuses, to borderline incest, so please take heed if you're reading on.

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✵EVERY CHARACTER LISTED IS ABOVE 18+/CONSIDERED AS FULLY GROWN ADULT IN THEIR SPECIES.

𝕃𝕒𝕕𝕪 ℍ𝕪𝕖𝕟𝕒 | ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕒 Lady Hyena | President of the Appalachia*

✵hyena fangedfolk;;possessive|hungry yandere

✵the lady hyena, once powerful leader of her tribe, now the leader of an entire country. —name is not yet known.

✵one of the most dangerous beastfolks there is, she once was kept prisoned alongside her people and other beastfolks in the zoo. suppressed by the human world government before it collapsed. once freed, she rescued the caretaker and claimed her as her pet—and for herself. have the highest political leadership / power in the country. —had gone through pre-zoo (as a child), zoo (young adult), zoo breakout (adult), and post-zoo (adult with a family) eras

✵kinks;;; petplay (darling is the pet and she’s the master), mild doll kink (dressing up her darling in cute/pretty things), mild bdsm, toys under clothing (darling), breeding, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating (receiving), titjob (receiving), rough sex, knotting, somnophilia

she/her is not cis (technically?) was in her early 30s when she first met her darling in zoo is a hyena, one of many leaders for the beastfolks later became the President of the Applachia (apx. 40yo) looks very masculine from the first glance beefy, tall is very hyena-like in appearance black snout, big teeth big af ears brown fur with lot of black patches thin, curled tail likes wearing jewelries, from earrings to necklace likes colored nail polishes on her claws but ultimately, not very girly—she likes showing that through her darling usually teal eyes, sometimes amber depending on the lighting black and long foofy mohawk mane have both stripes and spots one of her ears is half-missing, a testament from her past battles inherited some traits from her wolf grandmother have both female and male parts due to the nature of hyena very confident in herself to the point of very aggressive and arrogant can and will tear you up like paper scraps will hold grudges loyal to her clan and will take care of them but can be very petty to other people even over minor stuffs is consider a ‘human lover’ / 'humanfucker' and disgusting by many other rival beastfolks politicians / leaders, a hypocritical lots very sweet on her darling though insult her darling to her face—and even behind her back, you’re dead within a day is very horny almost 24/7, expect to have her d inside you at almost all times gets pretty drooly after the zoo, she landed herself a very nice mansion with a huge swimming pool in the basement is surprisingly modern is a lesbian

relationships? ❤️the lioness —lady hyena considers the lioness one of her besties. —wishes the lioness would be less soft-spoken. 💀conservative lion —she considers him one of the biggest hypocrites of all for hating humankind, yet stinks like he 'touched' a human on a daily basis. —wishes she could guts him herself, but couldn't due to his political influences. one day she will end him, or oust him and humiliate him as a humanfucker.

*Appalachia is fictional version of America.

✵tags; werehyena (old tag), lady hyena, hyena

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 | 𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝 The Lioness | Vice President | the Faithful

✵ lion whiskeredfolk;;smothering|gentle yandere

✵once considered a heathen for not conforming to her old tribe traditions, she is now serving one of the most powerful political forces in the country as the vice president —name is not yet known.

✵one of the most dangerous beastfolks there is. like lady hyena, the lioness was also kept prisoned alongside her tribe and other beastfolks in the zoo. it took her darling giving her the top surgery the lioness desperately needed for her to find confidence to fight the oppression. sadly it came with the cost of losing the support of her tribe, but in the lioness' view, she considered it a fair trade-off for her happiness and other beastfolks' welfare. after the zoo collapse, the lioness searched and claimed her darling. —had gone through pre-zoo (as a child), zoo (young adult), zoo breakout (adult), and post-zoo (adult with a family) eras

✵kinks;;; praise kink (both receiving and giving), mommy kink (darling calling her mommy), cockwarming, toys under clothing (darling), breeding, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating (receiving), titjob (receiving), rough sex, somnophilia

she/her, they/their is not cis, transitioned and had a successful top surgery was in her early 30s when she first met her darling in zoo is a lion, exiled for eventually refusing to conformed to her tribe's sexist traditions and beliefs tries her best to look feminine but she still is fond of her very poofy mane beefy, very tall is nearsighted so she wears glasses has tribal tattoos everywhere on her body has a thick braid on her back long tail, wrapped in old gold she can't seem to get rid of loves wearing professional dresses likes wearing colorful nails, one of her favorite activities is having her darling to paint her nails for her like all cats, she got a spiky dick does not like conflict but will end them soft-spoken, gentle to her darling but does have her dangerous moments, esp. during her darling's heats rarely holds grudges despite being the vice president, she does not like socializing loves reading and will listen to good audio books lives in a modest home with her darling but plans on upgrading if/when her pride grows bigger with more cubs wants a big family, doesn't mind adopting have very few people she considers good friends doesn't like showing off her darling will make her darling work for rewards isn't that horny but she must have her darling to smell like hers at all times she'll eat your face if you insult her darling is more traditional huge cottagecore type of person is a lesbian

relationships? ❤️lady hyena —the lioness holds her very dear to her heart. —might harbors a tiny crush on her. —wishes lady hyena would just chill sometimes. 💀conservative lion —lowkey she hates him and wishes he would just disappear. —but the lioness is a little sympathetic on why he's like this. —would not miss him if he disappear and would probably celebrate though.

✵tags; the lioness, lioness

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟 | ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕠𝕖 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 Conservative Lion | Political Foe | the Hypocrite

✵lion whiskeredfolk;;dangerous|abusive|possessive yandere

✵a prideful segregationist politician who wanted to strip humankind of every possible right and to put them all in zoos as revenge for what was done to him. —name is not yet known.

✵he once had a mate and a family of cubs and lost them to humans. since the day they were separated, he held grudges and became a very hateful person. he vowed to end the humankind by any way possible, by finding allies and using his charms to gather supports. this led him to become a powerful rival against the lady hyena—only for him to find obsession in an unfortunate little human servant. —had gone through pre-zoo (as a young adult with a family), zoo (adult), zoo breakout (adult), and post-zoo (older adult with unwilling darling) eras

✵kinks;;; heavy sadism / bdsm, scarring / branding, humiliation (his darling), toys under clothing (darling), forced oral/deepthroating (receiving), rough sex, somnophilia, has a huge thing for collaring, cumstuffing

he/him is a cis was in 30s when he lost his family (pride) is in 60s when he met his darling, a dilf is very beefy and tall greying dark mane, with couple of braids may have a bent in the middle of his tail has a scar on the left side of his lips from his younger days has tribal tattoos mostly on his back likes and prefers wearing straight 3-piece suits despite bragging his wealth, he has no gold anywhere on his person like all cats, he got a spiky dick has no shame in using it to hurt his darling believes in human slavery is a very resentful person holds even the petty grudges although he looks charming in public, has no shame in spreading nasty rumors treats his many human servants poorly but does not outright neglects them, everyone got fair amount of food and water and a shelter but will put off doctor visits until very last minute if sick or injured is disgusted with 'humanfuckers' and will judge them, even those in his circles yet when he realizes the appeal behind 'fucking a human', he still judges the others for doing the same treats his beastfolk employees very well however and pays them more than fair is a hypocrite shows off his wealth has several huge properties, gaudy and too big for his needs does not want a(nother) family, so no children for him...yet his instincts clamors otherwise with his human darling treats his darling slightly better--or possibly worse depending on your perceptive was rumored to be a kind person before he lost his mate and cubs...? does not really change that much for his human darling however will face his music one day...probably is a traditionalist (aka he's a misogynist) his sexuality is not known, but he's probably straight...?

relationships? 💀lady hyena —hates her guts. —very keen to take her down and humiliate her one day. —yet gets humiliated himself when she won the votes to be the president. 💀the lioness —hates her guts too. —thinks she's pathetic for going against their common traditions.

tags; conservative lion, the lion, tags to be added

ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝 | 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝 | 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 Papa Bull | Daddy Bull | Daddy

✵bull hoovedfolk;;possessive|hungry|gentle|fatherly yandere

✵a retired bull beastfolk, widowed and is father of five, an ordinary beastfolk citizen who adopted a human pet for himself —name is not yet known. —his timeline is not clear, takes place in post-zoo as an older adult when he adopts his human pet darling —his rough character design is here.

✵kinks;;; aftercare, breeding, milking, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, anal, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating, more aftercare, stomach bulging, marking with cum, daddy kink he/his is a cis was in his mid-to-late 30s when he lost his wife is in his late 50s, early 60s when he adopted his human pet (his darling) is a dilf is a very fatherly person is quite beefy and strong, but got bit of guts hanging out got a big beef cock, usually in its sheath has some black spots on it can lift a car without trying wears glasses since his eyes are going loves wearing plaid shirts is a bit oldie in fashion sense is black in fur (but is greying), with huge set of horns has a long trailing bread has a write stripe on his nose does a lots of 'stereotypical' dad things, from fixing cars and fishing but he also does a lot of "nonmanly" things, such as knitting, cooking and gardening, and is proud about it has many hobbies, from completing puzzles to writing his ongoing fictional book series doesn't seem to care much for sports though loves taking photos of his family is a true family man has five children, all adults at the time of his adopting his darling though he will have sixth with his darling, with possibly more on the way in his future yes, he wanted more children has multiple siblings, with some outside the country is fairly open-minded for his age but did not like politics and was not actively partaking into anything until after dandy came out but was not actively voting for humans rights until after he adopted his human sometimes misses his wife and likes sharing stories about her even with his darling his sexuality is a bit vague, but is het-leaning

children —dahlia, the oldest daughter, a bit conservative, is childfree, and has a husband (in her mid-30's at the time of meeting his human) —duke, the oldest son, the second born, and...has issues that his father is not (currently) aware of (in his early 30's at the time of meeting his human) —dandy, the third child, flamboyant and non gender conforming, and has a partner and a child. (in their late 20's to early 30's at the time of meeting his human) —dusty, the fourth child, the second daughter, very hateful toward humans (in her late 20's at the time of meeting his human) —dorothy, the (then) youngest daughter and the sweetest, loves humans, and has a human pet of her own with a child. (in her 20's at the time of meeting his human) —devon, the youngest born from the father's human darling

relationships? ❤️/💀duke —loves his boy. —but he does wonder about him, having noticed his tendencies to model himself after him to the tee earlier in duke's youth. —is/was naive to duke's true intentions of getting rid of him to steal his human darling. —if or when he knows though... ❤️dorothy —his sweetest baby girl. —dorothy is the most supportive of his taking a step to loving his human and is the most eager to be a big sister to his future calves. —he did initially think dorothy was reckless when she found a intimate relationship with her human pet and having her own calf from it but eventually realized how wonderful it was to love a human through his darling. —credits dorothy for his meeting his darling.

✵tags; papa bull, bull beastfolk, bull

𝔻𝕦𝕜𝕖 | ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝’𝕤 𝕊𝕠𝕟 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕗 Duke | Papa Bull’s Son | the Thief

✵bull hoovedfolk;;manipulative|jealous|hungry yandere

✵papa bull’s second oldest child, the firstborn son, a working beastfolk citizen who covets for his father’s human pet and frequently ‘borrows’ the human for his preuses —takes place in post-zoo as an adult when he first saw his darling —his rough character design is here.

✵kinks;;; unusual places of fucking his 'borrowed' darling, ntr, breeding, milking, cockwarming, hard pregnancy sex, anal, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating, crying fetish, stomach bulging / cumstuffing, marking with cum, daddy kink, recording his darling / creepshots, pretending to be his dad...? he/his is a cis is...a little...out there is in early 30's when he first saw the human by his father's side looks very identical to his father when the dad was younger and not greying same height and weight as his dad same-ish size cock too, though it's more black than spotted tried to dress like his dad but was called out for it so he wears more modern clothing instead likes wearing leather jackets has an expensive sportcar he likes fucking his (stolen) darling in likes similar hobbies as his dad, but keep some as secrets goes on internet/his phone frequently loves reading nonfictions strives to be a good father like him someday but despite his admiration, he resents him for the death of his mother essentially wants to steal his place loves sports and horror movies his room is a bit horror-core-y remembers his mom fondly is not an active voter at all is not good at coping is a little bit misogynistic is a pansexual, but has exact same tastes as his dad does

relationships? ❤️/💀papa bull —very mixed feelings about his dad that borderlined on possibly incest-y. —wants to be him so badly and wants to take everything he has, including his darling. —admires him but at the same time, hates and blames him for his mother's death. —soon seriously considers killing his dad off via causing an 'accident'. or perhaps to poison him to make him weaker...? ❤️dorothy —proud of his sister. —but does think she's a little too fake-y sometimes, masking how badly she has it for her own human. —may have a hand in why she doesn't care to have a relationship with another beastfolk though...

✵tags; duke, bull beastfolk, bull

𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕪 | ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝'𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 Dorothy | Papa Bull's Youngest Daughter | the Lovable

✵cow hoovedfolk;;manipulative|smothering|gentle yandere

✵papa bull’s youngest child, the lastborn daughter, a carefree beastfolk citizen who encourages her father to find his happiness in a human pet much like she has with hers. —takes place in post-zoo as a young adult when she adopts her human pet darling —her rough character design is (kind of) here.

✵kinks;;; breeding, milking (both receiving and giving), cockwarming, toys, fucking machines (for her darling), petplay, dollplay, toys under clothes, crossdressing her darling she/her is a cis...? is in early 20's, starting out in the world is a precious bae very sweet in personality unashamedly feminine is rather small for her species, standing half a head taller than the average human height is brown and white in furs loves gardening and flowers very cottagecore-y in fashion and home big tiddies does lactate and regularly complains about it like most young cows she does sell her milk though as a side hustle is a(n aspiring) schoolteacher and adores children is pursuing a degree in children education wants children of her own will go as far as to ask either her brother (duke) or sibling (dandy) to donate their seed if her darling is afab very kinky a cuddly gal wants a small farm someday in her future doesn't remember her mother at all active in politics and wants humans to have rights is a true 'humanfucker' that she has collected many books and medias of such contents is a fictional humanfucker writer wants to take care of a human so she specifically targeted someone who has stayed in the shelter the longest and the most vulnerable is maybe a pansexual? but is only interested in humans

relationships? ❤️papa bull —loves her daddy very much and doesn't want him to be lonely when she leaves his home. —is the one who encouraged him to adopt a human to keep him company. —because of him and duke's influence, her standard is impossibly high that she has little interests in dating a beastfolk. —is very excited to be a big sister to her new sibling from her dad's darling. ❤️duke —proud of her brother. —but growing up, he was kinda mean... —wants to beat his ass, but only in Meowrio Kart. —is oblivious to his true nature and what he was going to their dad's human. has she known...

✵tags; dorothy, cow beastfolk, cow

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕘 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕜 Police Dog | the Pack

✵multiple fangedfolk(s);;manipulative|hungry yandere(s)

✵a pack of five fangedfolk polices, corrupted in their career. the leader is based on a doberman. following members are based on: a rottweiler, a wolf mixed, and other two are to be determined. —names are not yet known. —takes place in late zoo breakout / very early post-zoo when they obtained their human.

✵kinks;;; breeding, bdsm, sadism, cockwarming, toys, fucking machines (for their darling), petplay, knotting, orgies, double penetration, multiple insertions

details are to be determined...

✵tags; police dog, dog beastfolk, fangedfolk

𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕩 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕟 Father Fox | the Father | the Family Man

✵fox fangedfolk;;manipulative|patient|gentle|fatherly yandere

✵a hard working fox beastfolk, divorced and is father of three, an upstanding beastfolk citizen who adopted a human pet to help tend for his young cubs. —name is not yet known. —his timeline is not clear, takes place in post-zoo as an middle-aged adult when he adopts his human pet darling

✵kinks;;; aftercare, breeding, knotting, pregnancy sex, oral (both receiving and giving, but prefers giving), (maid/butler) uniform kink, marking with cum, mild daddy kink he/his is a cis is in his early 30's at the time of adopting his human is stupidly tall for his species lean wears a pair of thin-framed glasses long-furred for his species likes wearing pressed suits/clothes very proper mannered and polite loves playing sports with his son will play tea parties with his princess but is learning how to rear a baby still doesn't have many hobbies though likes reading, especially nonfictional history well educated and have 2+ degrees has an excellent career but his job is vague to us is often busy, but his schedule allows him to be off multiple days in the row does have hyperfixations that comes and goes is secretly a weeb lives in a very nice but cookie cutter 2+ story house with a furnished basement and a nicely sized fenced in backyard hates conflicts is a bit of mama's boy sometimes his patience is long but not infinite has a knotted dick wide bulb too tail is more on thin side, but heavy on the fan stereotypical-looking fox otherwise is bisexual with more experiences than he seemed to have was probably a 'wild' boy in his youth

family —his mother, known as the grandmother to his three cubs. is a believer and practices her faith, she is supportive and fiercely protective of her family, and will not hesitate to be manipulative if she believes it will benefit her grandchild and for her only child's happiness. has some scaledfolk traits from one of her grandparents she is ashamed of and hides. used to be an actress(?), now a retiree. never approved of her son's ex and played a big part in triggering their mental breakdown. —the ex, while their identity is vague, their mental illnesses led the father to force a divorce for the well-being of their children after catching an unfortunate episode of attempting to drown a cub. due to the beastfolk's negative views on mental illnesses and the grandmother's hateful manipulations, they were never able to get the help they needed until after they attacked the darling to be where they needed to be for their recovery and support. the father still harbors some love for them, but realizes what he felt before had long since died. —the oldest. a curious bugger, stubborn, and can be a tad evil at times but is usually a good boy. is around 6, 7 years old. loves sports, especially baseballs, but is an artistic at heart. —the middle. a princess, loves all things Wolf Whimsy*, especially the princesses, and her favorite color is pink. is ~4 years old. —the youngest, the baby, innocent and oblivious to their family's schemes to force the darling into accepting their daddy's suit. a sweetheart of a baby who loves being carried around by the darling. loves watching the Whimsy movies and shows with their sister and making a mess out of their meals. is unfortunately deathly scared of water due to what they'd experienced. is a toddler. *this is a poor attempt at making a pun out of Walt D*sney lol

✵tags; father fox, fox beastfolk, fangedfolk

𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕 Man Mafia Beats | the Leader and his Right Hand Man

✵polar bear clawedfolk;;manipulative|hungry|semi-submissive yandere ✵black bear clawedfolk;;dangerous|hungry|dominating yandere

✵two of mafia gangster beastfolk, with one being the head of the mafia and the other his right hand man. with their intimate relationship an open secret, they headed what is perhaps the most dangerous mafia in Romelia*. interestingly, their public personas are very different from the ones within their shared bedroom... —both names are not yet known. —their timeline is not clear, takes place in late zoo breakout / early post-zoo as middle-aged adults when they took in their shared human pet.

✵kinks;;; sharing, breeding, oral (all receiving and giving), anal (both mafia bears giving and receiving, darling receiving), double penetration, stomach bulging, cumstuffing, toys, toys under clothes, mild exhibitionism/voyeurism, mild bdsm, cockwarming both are he/him and cis both are very large in statue, beefy though polar bear is chubbier polar bear is very dominating in public, being the leader of L'Artiglio Nero* but is submissive to his security guard / partner, black bear in private black bear seems to be very loyal and submissive to polar bear in public, but is dominating him in the private both agrees to choose their darling to continue the polar bear's bloodline both grew up together and were groomed for the leadership in the mafia polar bear likes to smoke cigars black bear doesn't black bear has light-sensitive eyes, so he'd wear dark glasses even indoor both likes wearing straight suits, though in private, black bear prefers to let everything to 'air' out polar bear gets hot easily, preferring to stay cold both got similarly sized cocks very big, one longer and other wider both loves sandwiching their darling especially when cockwarming both in sex and for sleep-cuddling both are in mid to late 30s polar bear is bisexual black bear is homo-leaning

*Romelia is the fictional version of Italy. *italian for the Black Claw.

✵tags; mafia bears, mafia, clawedfolk (TBA)

𝕁𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕘𝕤 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤 Jaguar Tribe | the Jags | the Wild Ones

✵multiple whiskeredfolk(s);;one of many|hungry yandere(s)

✵an entire tribe waiting to breed their darling to help with their reproduction struggles to produce cubs. have fewer females than males. their one-eyed leader is nicknamed Scar/"the scarred one" for his many scars gained from battles. other members are to be determined. —(real) names are not yet known. —takes place in zoo era when they attacked a group of humans and obtained their chosen human.

✵kinks;;; breeding, bdsm, sadism, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, orgies, double penetration, multiple insertions, sandwiching, scarring/branding, marking with cum, cumstuffing

scar is covered in scars, tattoos/blood paints, and gold jewelries scar has a nose-ring one eye is grey, gorged with an old scar very tall and lean age is not known, possibly older than what one may expected dangerous being a cat, he and the amab members of his tribe all have a barbed dick dangerous traditions and beliefs involving lives of outsiders does not like strangers all members of the tribe struggles to procreate children due to varying reasons inbreeding might be an issue in this tribe (undecided/vague) possibly resides in central Zephoria*...?

more details are to be determined...

*Zephoria is fictional version of Africa.

✵tags; the jags, the scarred one, the jaguars

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 Valerius | the Actor

✵dumeri's boa scaledfolk;;manipulative|pretender|obsessive|hungry yandere

✵a star actor who fell in love with his coworker, a secondary main character of his show, Keeping Up with the Fangs, and grew obsessed taking photos and films of them for his personal uses. —takes place in early/mid post-zoo when he first met his darling on the set.

✵kinks;;; breeding, bdsm, sadism, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, oviposition, double penetration, multiple insertions, photo-taking / recording, somnophilia, drug uses (his darling), marking with cum, egg/cumstuffing, overstimulating, blood kink

he/him is a cis is in mid-to-late 20s very long boi loves photography though he didn't take it extreme until after he met his darling nonvenomous but has very scary teeth amber eyes loves wearing sweat shirts and jean wraps for comfort can drive a car owns several oldie fancy cars he personally restored enjoys acting, especially when he needs to convince others that he's not his darling's stalker enjoys shadowing his darling no matter where they go doesn't mine wearing flamboyant makeups has had a fiancee though they were the one who proposed to him attempted breaking up with them but through their connections, he had to find other...means to get rid of them to be with his darling has no qualm in murdering ...might've ate them to get rid of their body considers his darling the most perfect existence in his eyes comes from a very big family from East Zephoria, but is born in Appalachia. wants a big family with his darling as long as he got his garage and darkroom for his photography, he's happy living anywhere except cold prefers humid places, can't handle cold is pansexual

✵tags; valerius, snake beastfolk, keeping up with the fangs

tags to include all my ocs; monster’s ocs, beastfolk, beastfolks sometimes i forget to include that tag though so pls lmk to add!! ✵requests and headcanons about above characters are highly encouraged✵ ✵discussions are welcome✵ ✵have much higher chance of smuts✵

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘? other characters?

✵rabbit hybrid;;he/him?, the unfortunate abomination living in the woods where the darling camped out in and stole them to his nest to breed. ✵crocodile hybrid;;he/him, the abomination that lived in the swamps within a massive nature park where the darling worked as a ranger there with their hoofedfolk mate/husband. is possibly killed? ✵snake competitor;;he/him, one of the four competitors to complete to chase the desired human in the maze--and won.

✵may be available for future requests✵ ✵concepts and discussions are welcome✵ ✵low chance of (more) smuts✵

✵note; not all characters will be developed, but is listed for the organization sake.

✵updated jan 4, 2023, noticed more silly errors.

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what-big-teeth · 2 years ago

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Unearthed (Male Dragon Boyfriend x GN Reader)

Note: GN = gender-neutral

With some magick and a bit of luck, your family has lived comfortably for generations, serving as guides for numerous travelers the realm over. But the truth behind your inherited life lies under your feet, waiting to be found…

The weather was promising, as the year’s almanac assured. No need to pack more than just the essentials this time around. A readied torch, rations, directional markers—

“Hail, friend!”

Your eyes met the statuesque figure approaching you with a wave. Bronze skin glowed around a bright smile as he adjusted his bow sling. It was your temporary employer. You returned the gesture with a pleasant smile and focused on your pack again.

“Was the tavern to everyone’s liking?” you asked.

“Very much so! The food and drink reminded us of home, even though we’re all from different parts of the realm.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

With one last nod to yourself, you closed the flap of your pack and stood.

“Can I ask more about your group’s mission? You mentioned something about the Duke of Rapan in your letter…”

“Milord asked for a general survey of his lands. To learn of any new going-ons from the last venture.”

“N’ that better include some valuables for the takin’, Lockon!”

And on that boisterous note: you watched as the rest of Lockon’s teammates approached. A female elf with pale skin, two other humans with deep brown complexions (the married couple, you recalled), and one gnome, none other than—

“Bradrol the Breaker has never returned home empty-handed! This guide better be worth their damn weight in gold!”

Lockon flashed you an apologetic smile then turned to his comrades. As he calmed the others with gentle reminders to focus, you slung your bag onto your back. He wasn’t the first loudmouth traveler you’ve dealt with and he wouldn’t be the last.

“Apologies for the delay, friend.” Lockon stepped forward towards you, assuming his leadership position. “We are ready when you are.”

You nodded, letting your eyes scan over each person.

“As Lockon has told you, the Labyrinthine Path is the only way to press forward. But as the name implies, there’s more than one path. Some are viable, some aren’t. And all paths grow more confusing over time. It’ll be my job to guide you without incident, just like my relatives have done for many others numerous times before.”

“So ya say,” Bradrol chimed in. He tugged at his wiry, red beard. “None ‘a my dwarven contacts ever heard ‘a your folks. Favager…kinda family name is that?”

“Bradrol…” Lockon began; he was quickly ignored.

“Where’s ya proof?”

Gods above if this wasn’t your favorite part of your job. Reaching into your tunic’s breast pocket, you pulled out a small, intricately cut gem. Sending a frisson of magick into the stone came naturally to you.

A projected image of the reigning queen forced Bradrol’s mouth closed with a sharp click. The way his face reddened and his eyes twitched as her undeniable penmanship praised and heralded her approval of your family’s profession was a lovely bonus, too.

“Do you have any other concerns, sir?” you ask.

There was no reply. You smiled beatifically.

“Shall we begin our trip?”

Once Lockon agreed, you began leading the way.

The trip past the massive entrance and into the tunnel system fared well, as the others did before. Following the magicked pigments, the signs only you could find, left behind by your ancestors was simple in task. When it came to the happenings further inside, however…

You’d never seen one man look so utterly embarrassed…and near ready to kill another. Lockon did everything in his power to keep Bradrol under control. Bribery, power dynamics, begging. But every attempt was met with arguments, snide remarks, and blatant stares of hostility. The latter was aimed at you, mostly. He was probably still sore about the queen’s praise and all. Somehow, perhaps through the gods’ grace, your group pushed forward over the next two days; sleep was quick to claim the shorter traveler due to his excessive doings, allotting everyone else a needed break.

Apologies from the others filled your ears as pallets were unfurled and the campfire was snuffed out. You accepted each one, all while assuring the group you’d dealt with worse before. Still, Lockon’s offer to increase the amount of gold owed you was tempting. You wanted to sleep on the proposal, maybe see if Bradrol would let up since the exit was so close at hand. Or rather, you would have, if not for the strange, muffled clang needling your ears.

With the embers of the campfire having died out, you gathered just a bit of magick into your fingertips. As the shape you wished took form mentally, the energy reflected your desire. Wisps of light curled into little glowing motes in your palm. All were large enough to illuminate but not so harsh as to wake the others. With the stealth gained from traversing this dangerous trail, you followed the sound until you found its source. A sharp heat bubbled up to a boil inside your body.

“What in the seven hells are you doing?!” you hissed.

Bradrol blatantly ignored you, continuing to chip at the very unstable wall in front of him. Tantrums and childishness you could handle; blatant disregard for safety you could not. The well of magick inside you flooded your body, coursing through your veins and over your skin, charged, until it released from your opposite, pointed finger. A bolt of energy flew at Bradrol, barely missing his cheek to strike his small pickaxe. With a yowl, he dropped the tool, now glowing red-hot and sizzling. He quickly stuffed his fingertips into his mouth.

“Ya owe me a new pick, ya brat!”

“Shut it! If you’d kept chipping away at that wall, you’d soon be trapped under boulders and rubble. And who knows how long it’d take to get your sorry ass out!”

“Bah! Just an excuse to hoard away all the gold! Guide my ass,” he said, standing up. “Everyone knows there’s treasure somewhere in this damned maze. And your family knows where it is!”

“I thought you didn’t give a damn about my family! And there is no gold, you fool!”

“A likely story, brat!” He reached down, grabbed a standard pickaxe, and hefted it high. “Now tell me where it is ‘fore I start swingin’!”

“Bradrol!”

He froze, the fire in his eyes dying until nothing was left. Lockon slowly yet steadily closed the space separating the gnome and himself, anger gouging his face.

“I’ve given you courtesy enough, old friend. The Duke will hear about this and any punishment he deems worthy I will support. Completely.”

“But Lock—”

“Enough. Head back to camp. Now.”

With one last huff, Bradrol relented. Lockon heaved a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his wide nose.

“How much?” he asked.

You lifted your mote-filled hand to assess the damage. Chips and cracks riddled the uneven stone, many which could grow with time given any minor shifts or drastic weather changes.

“It wouldn’t be enough,” you said.

“Still, you’ll be doubly compensated. I’ll ensure it. And my apologies again, friend. Shall we?”

With a shake of your head, you led the way back to camp.

The final day was blessedly uneventful. Lockon paid you double the original amount without issue. As you accepted the sack of gold coins, he stated loudly and clearly that any additional funds would be earned through odd jobs. Many, which he implied, would be done by the most boisterous of the group. Giving their thanks and farewells, Lockon’s band ventured forward, leaving you to return the way you came.

The morning sun shone from just above the horizon in a sky unmarred by cloud cover. A welcomed sight, but you couldn’t enjoy it fully. Bradrol’s mining attempts needed a deeper assessment.

Traveling the Labyrinthine Path alone had its perks. You intimately knew how much your body could stand when undertaking large distances. And the few shortcuts you memorized, ones you rarely shared with other travelers for safety’s sake, recouped enough time for you to arrive home early. This time depended on what could be done by the unexpected damage glaring back at you.

Your innate sense of timekeeping estimated it to be midday. Early enough that hunger would resurface soon, but far off to not be an immediate concern. Just enough to see and decide.

The deep breaks in the tunnel wall and floor had spread as you feared. Simple pocks and breaks in the stone now gave way to thin, long cracks; even down onto the tunnel floor. The integrity of this area was horribly compromised with no way to repair it. Brilliant magickians your ancestors were, but their talents lied mostly in specially coded directions and signs.

You clicked your tongue, ignoring the bitter twinge skirting the back of your mouth. A quick, viable path was now lost to future customers lost thanks to one self-assured idiot. You edged closer to the damage. You’d have to add a new magically imbued marker and update the family’s maps, but for now, all you could do was—

Crack.

“!”

You were falling before you could even react. Your backside collided with rough, slanted stone; you yelped. It acted as a slide, funneling you down deeper. Stale air whipped at your face. You tried to dig your heels into the stone to no avail. Down, down, down until your back slammed into icy wetness. Your addled mind drudged up the word “water” just as your body started to sink…

Your eyes flew open.

Deep warmth and calming darkness greeted you instead of drowned clothes and rushing water. And, even stranger, you felt comfortable, as if you belonged where you were. But that shouldn’t have been possible. So how…?

“Finally awake, are we?”

You froze. The voice echoing in the cavern was much too deep, too powerful to belong to a human, let alone another humanoid. But a creature…

Something right next to you breathed audibly. Yawned, actually. Tendrils of golden light lit up the darkness above your head and illuminated the pitch black, scaled leg cradling your body in its bend. The razor, white claws attached to the massive trunk scratched at the ground, chipping away at stone. Why were they so sharp?

“Prior maintenance, mainly. And my kind’s hibernation can be useful when necessary.”

“...Did I say that outloud?”

The creature beside (on was it below?) you hummed, low and deep.

“I certainly didn’t read your mind if that helps.”

“Ah,” you breathed. You focused on your pulse attempting to leap from your throat. Breathed in for four counts then out four more. Peered out into the lit surroundings, filled with piles of gold, silver, copper. Towering stacks of jewels and gems, sprawling numerous tomes and scrolls; sumptuous undefiled silks… Gods be damned.

“The bastard was right.”

“As cute as you are, I was hoping for a more riveting, eye-to-eye conversation. It’s the least you can do since I fished you out of the lake.”

You swallowed your fear and gingerly sat up. No aches or pains; not even a single sign of a scrape. Magickal healing, perhaps? You weren’t sure and you didn’t know if your rattled mind could handle any more surprises. Shuffling your body, you turned to face your rescuer. Molten gold met your gaze straight on, the centered slits widening slightly. The same pitch-black scales covered his entire body, save for the brilliant ivory horns adorning his reptilian head and the folded wings resting against his back.

A dragon. You were staring a living, breathing dragon right in the face.

His regal bearings faded when he grinned to reveal large, sharp teeth.

“Hello there.”

…Shit.

“Um, hi.” Do not freeze in front of the dragon, do not freeze… “Have you seen my pack?”

He paused. Breathed deeply then snorted. He burst out laughing, his head rearing back bit by bit. The noise alone shook the cavern. You climbed to your feet to stand on shaky legs then continued (massive predator before you be damned).

“It’s very important! All of my supplies are in there! My magickal pigments are useless if they get wet…a-and the torch! Do you know how much I had to spend on getting the right oil to prepare it?!”

Instead of relaxing in the comfort of your home, here you were: squawking up a storm instead of talking. But at least your fear was slowly subsiding. As fierce and massive as he was, this dragon hadn’t tried to harm you. So far, so good. With one last long heaved sigh, his maw clicked shut.

“I haven’t laughed like that in centuries,” he said. “But yes, little traveler, your items are here and unharmed. But in return for their location, may I know your name?”

You told him, sighing out one last calming breath and brushing gravel dust from your shoulders. The rest would have to wait until a proper bath. He repeated your name, and it sounded as if he were savoring each syllable. Best not to think about that now; your mind was still working to understand the circumstances so far.

“I am called Masin. And this place…let us call it my temporary abode.”

From what few records you came across concerning dragons, they preferred to claim and stay in one place. Moving was rarely an option, if ever.

“Not permanent?” you hedged. “Even with your hoard here? Unless there’s more than one…”

The last bit was a muttered thought, but Masin’s snout edged closer to you. What a heavy stare to have focused directly on you.

“This is it,” he said plainly. “The only so-called ‘hoard’ I possess, locked away here.”

Like you? Was the unspoken question. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought.

“Thank you,” you said, instead. You honestly meant to express true gratitude and hope he heard it. “For your help.”

No reply. Not surprising since you were trespassing in some way. You quickly inquired about your pack’s location. Hunger was gnawing at your body and jumbling whatever coherence you still had. He directed you to its general location with a pointed claw. As promised, your supplies were completely intact. But the leather bag itself would need replacing sooner than later. And did you even have enough pigment to note all of this for future generational knowledge? Probably not. Yet another issue to tackle in the days to come. For now, your stomach needed quelling.

But leave it to your past self to want a ‘treat’ during another guiding job. Your pre-made rations would stretch best with the aid of a stoked campfire. However…

“Is there…” You licked your dry lips and commanded the knot in your stomach to loosen. “Is there somewhere I can safely build a small fire? Maybe with some kindling around here?”

Masin yawned massively and flicked the tip of his tail at one of the massive, sprawling piles off to the side. Lots of parchments and papers; that looked promising. Nearing closer, your eyes scanned over a series of sealed, massive scrolls, tomes, journals, ledgers (?). All of it was haphazardly thrown together and towered over you. But from your vantage point, not a bit of rot or age stained the seemingly-new parchment. That wasn’t impossible; just very improbable. Time and age ravaged many things…save for those affected by magick.

“Is something wrong?”

Your fingers reached out to touch the pile but stopped short. Right, your tinderbox….

“Just how old are these?” you asked, rummaging through your pack.

Masin huffed out a golden plume of warm air. You were fairly sure a muted chuckle was hidden beneath the action.

“Younger than me, but old enough to lose my interest. They’re little more than tinder to me. So go on.”

You held your flint and firesteel in hand, but didn’t stoop down to continue.

“This feels sacrilegious.”

A quick glance over your shoulder found Masin grinning.

“An astute observation. They’re religious scriptures,” he says. “From the Neo-Eredian Period…give or take a millennium? They were never meant to end up in my grasp, if I remember correctly. But an offering is an offering.”

“I’m about to destroy lost, historical artifacts?!”

“Either that or let your adorable self starve. Which would be both a shame and a waste, in my opinion. But the choice is yours.”

Heat flooded your face as your shoulders lifted, horribly stiff.

“S-seriously? We literally just met!”

“And yet I speak the truth. Which is best due to our respective situations, yes? By the way, if you need aid staying warm—”

The sparks from your toolset couldn’t work fast enough. Which is stupid, because they did so wonderfully earlier. Eventually, the sparks caught onto the small pile of paper you gathered and carefully arranged for maximum control. Blessedly, as you heated up your rations, Masin remained quiet. But you felt his weighty gaze on your back. It added more heat to the fire crackling before you, surrounding you completely.

Warmed food in hand and your canteen at your side, you turned towards Masin. He held your gaze, having seemingly shifted and craned his neck around to watch you earlier.

“So,” you began. “I’m…not meant to be here. Or rather, I’m not meant to be in this part of the tunnel system. I didn’t even know it existed. All of this is new to me.”

“As it is for me.” Masin curled his tail around his body. “I didn’t want to be trapped here, yet I was. Waking up here wasn’t part of my original plans, either. And I assume a great deal of time has passed since I fell asleep?”

No hints of joking or teasing; that was good. You provided the day, month and year for reference. Without warning, Masin’s front claws gouged the ground as if it were paper. You flinched. With a low, long growl, he relaxed and released the chunks of earth he held.

“My apologies. It seems I was asleep much longer than originally thought.” His line of sight dipped down, breaking his focus on you. “How much things have changed…it’s unfathomable.”

“Then how about a trade?” You honestly weren’t sure if this idea would work, but being stuck with no one coming to your aid, what did you have to lose? Living alone was the main risk of your inherited job, one your late parents always reminded you of. “In return for trespassing and using your space, I can tell you about the world outside. And maybe, if what I say is interesting enough, then we could go?”

You nibbled at your food as Masin’s gaze fell onto you again. Took a sip of fresh water, realizing just how parched your throat was. If this cavern wasn’t his true dwelling, then maybe he’d be interested in finding his true home.

“Interesting as you are charming,” he said. “I agree. However, you need to rest and I need to fully awaken. When we meet in the middle, let’s see what the future holds.”

You nodded, blaming the fire behind you for the excessive heat..

With your hunger and thirst dealt with, you settled in with some reading while Masin dozed. The scrolls you spared from becoming kindle were very interesting. The offered dogma explained some of the realm’s current religious trends and beliefs, but not all. You’d probably have to dig deeper into the mountain of documents to gain more historical context. But you were much too tired for that and had your fair share of safety hazards for the day. A post-lunchtime nap sounded amazing, honestly. But first, the proposed trade.

“Are there any questions I can answer for you?”

One of Masin’s eyes slowly blinked open.

“Are dragons still common? Have any others been spotted?”

Quick and right to the point, unfortunately. But not surprising, if your assumption about this place being his prison was correct.

“No, they aren’t. And there hasn’t been any word of any others like you.”

That bleary stare shifted off to the side as a strange groan emanated from his chest. It sounded somewhat sad.

“But honestly,” you continued, “they could be hidden away from sight, like you were.”

Even with the numerous shadows flooding the space, you caught the edges of Masin’s mouth lifting slightly.

“A fair guess, one that may be true.”

And that’s how you and Masin began spending your time together: sharing stories and mentions of the similarities between the two different worlds you inhabited. At times, Masin would thank you by explaining the place and lands of origin concerning his hoard. Yet once, only once, he called the many riches “offerings”. You tucked that piece of information into the back of your mind.

Nighttime fell, at least according to your body and its growing sluggishness. At Masin’s encouragement, you created a bed from the numerous silks and fabrics gathered in the cave. It was ridiculously soft from the feel alone, and therefore, costly; maybe more than the Queen’s entire treasure trove. As you settled in, you managed to wrap up your story for the night.

“...That’s only the summary of the royal family’s lineage, though. There might be better documents I can borrow later to show you, if you want.”

“My own personal, cute historian. An intriguing idea,” he hummed.

You rolled your eyes, not minding the slight tingle that swept across your face and neck. That was a first.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally said.

The last thing you heard before falling into slumber was Masim gently bidding you a good night’s rest, a greeting you returned.

The following day, since you first met him, Masim stood up. He stretched out his limbs as you finished up your lunch, releasing a series of thunderous pops and cracks. The results of literal fatigue for a thousand years, according to him. You grinned.

“Since you’re more awake, are you up for another story? Or maybe more questions?”

“Not now,” he said. “But I am feeling hungry.”

“And that’s good, right?” No matter how much you inquired, Masin didn’t divulge much about draconic biology. Only the bare minimum. Mainly how he was warm-bodied, what determined the coloration of his scales; things like that. The rest, to your disappointment, he kept to himself.

“Yes. It means my body is finally catching up with my awakened mind. We may be leaving soon enough, after I fill my belly with fish.”

“Good hunting, then,” you bid.

Masin stalked away with a strange grace to his movements further from your shared space. Your own hunger was sated, but you were now alone and there wasn’t much to do to pass the time. You could check out the various piles of “offerings” dotting the areas. The tomes hadn’t been disturbed, and you could find a cozy spot to settle in. Everything about this space just felt calming.

Comfortable, as if you belonged.

With Masin gone, the remnants of magick you felt remained. Originally, you believed he was the source as you woke up without any injury, thanks to him. Because the many items in his hoard were free of any decay or rot. But Masin’s magic only extended to those riches; the sensation his personal magick gave off felt entirely different. For the first time since you’ve been inside this deep cave, now that his body was no longer blocking the area, you looked down.

Dulled, yet colored pigment stared back at you. An intricately mesh or reds, yellows, blues, greens, whites! And stemming from the pigments as they all harmonized to seize hold lull sedate sleep. This was your family’s innate magick. The way the intricacies from the spell sang to your blood, coaxing it to flourish, and how it in turn did so was proof. So was your body healing from its fall into the lake. Family ties through magick ran deep; all users worth their power knew that.

Your want to explore the rest of the cavern swiftly faded into nothingness.

When Masin returned, his black scales glittered from the water clinging to his body. The few campfires you made earlier to better illuminate the area proved that true.

“...What is this?” Your voice sounded so weak, much to your growing anger.

“You know of your family’s magick, don’t you?”

“Not that, damnit! “The ‘offerings’, you being trapped here, you being asleep for so long! You wanting to know more about the outside world but not saying anything about you being here! You’re hiding something and it involves me!” You swallowed around the ragged breaths your lungs managed to pull in. “ Masin…please tell me what’s happening.”

Instead of going back to where he once lay, Masin sat down before you. Leaving the magickal array out in the open.

“As you wish.” His gaze fell down to the array that separated the two of you.

“With luck and time, certain lineages can last thousands of years down the line. You’re proof of that. But you’re not the first of your line I’ve met. A thousand years ago, there were two others. A pair of brothers. The notion that we dragons were considered living gods never sat well with them. How easily followers divested themselves of their personal riches in hopes of receiving luck, love, fertility, good crops, and many more things.

“The final offense for your ancestors was losing everything, as they angrily informed me. Their homes, their families, their riches—all these things they refused to forfeit as offerings were forcibly taken from them without warning. Mind you, my kind never condoned murder or thievery.”

“But you didn’t stop the offerings before it got to that point, did you?”

A tense silence.

“No…I didn’t. When power is given freely, it is difficult to cast aside. I understand that now.”

A part of you noted how sincere Masin sounded. Another, questioned how a thousand-year-long sleep could do just that. You quickly regained your focus.

“Keep going, then.”

“As a result, the families of the brothers were given to me as gruesome, unwanted sacrifices. I won’t…divulge the details. Just know this final offense spurred the brothers to act. Together, they vanished from the land only to return years later wielding a new magic they carefully developed. They used it to lure me here, deep into the tunnels, and sealed me inside.

“To keep myself from aging, I forced myself into a deep magickal hibernation, unaware of how long I would have to sleep. That same magick I cast, it would seem, affected my immediate surroundings. The rest from that point onward is unknown to me.”

Your mind swiftly filled in the blanks from there. One of the brothers moved on and re-wed, beginning a new familial line. From there, your family’s detailed history helpfully provided the rest. Someone of that line returned to these lands, supposedly to use their magicks to aid travelers through the dangerous Labyrinthine Path. But in reality, it was to keep Masin locked away. To ensure he remained trapped deep beneath the earth.

Yet down the road, thanks to mishearings and misunderstandings, somehow, the lie became the truth. And Masin was left to be forgotten and cast away with the other myths of the realm. Until now.

You stared at the magickal array sitting before your feet. Dulled as it was, it was still there, doing its job. But magick could decay with time if it fought against another type of magick. Masin’s own magic. If he tried, Masin probably wouldn’t be able to leave, even if he wanted to. But by having a descendant of his captors from so long ago…

“So was it all a lie, then?” A searing, fissure of heat flooded your body. “Once you had a once-in-a-lifetime chance, you decided to take it so you could be freed?!”

“Not at all.”

Masin said this with no hesitation, no signs of playfulness. This was probably the most serious you had seen him.

“Sorry, but I’m having a hard time believing that. Even if you are telling the truth.”

“Then allow me to prove myself for however long it takes. Let me start anew. No more secrets, no more omissions.”

You held back a bark of bitter laughter. But it was aimed at yourself, not Masin. Because as stern you needed to be for your livelihood to be successful…now, you felt yourself going soft before this massive, living myth. All because of a few heartfelt words and the truth.

…Gods damnit all. You shook your head, ignoring the sharp inhale coming from across the way.

“Your nature as a dragon isn’t something that can be hidden so easily. Unless there’s something you can do about that.”

“Once I’m freed, it will be dealt with. I assure you.”

You slowly sat down before the array and crossed your legs.

“I don’t suppose you have a knife in that hoard, do you?”

Instead of replying, Masin moved. He deftly leapt over you and the array. You watched as his claws stabbed int the piles of the jewels and gems. As he rifled through the wealth, coins, gems, and other valuable items flew through the air to dot the area. Some were even flung into the campfires you’d made over time for lumination. But Masin made no attempt to save them, leaving them to their fates.

With a new mess spread around the cavern, Masin returned to your side and presented you with an ornate dagger. You took it and examined the fingers of your opposite hand. Masin quietly called out to you, but you shook your head.

“It’s alright. I just have to pick the lesser of the most annoying fingers and…!”

Carefully, slowly, you pricked the tip of your chosen finger, hissing. As a bead of blood welled up, you held your outstretched hand over the array with the injury facing down.

“Blood calls to blood and magick to magick,” you said. “It’s part of what saved me, alongside you. With the right command at the right time, it can be changed to perform another task. And now, because of that…”

You turned to face Masin as the array began to glow with its respective colors. You smiled up at him.

“I get to help you.”

A bead of blood hit the array. It shattered like glass, a literal showing of just how weak the magick had grown over the years. As it faded to leave the plain ground behind, Masin gasped, huddling into himself. You shot to your feet.

“Masin! Are you okay? Can you speak?”

As Masin trembled, his form seemed so small to you. No, not seemed. It was smaller. With each passing second, the giant, regal dragon before you shrunk down to a much more familiar form. Humanoid. Deep brown skin accented with a golden undertone gleamed in the firelight. He no longer bore a tail or ivory horns, but the mass of intricate, pitch-black tiny braids brought his scales to mind. And his hands were tipped with thick, white claws. Even curled in on himself, you knew he’d tower over you if he stood to his full height. The trembling continued as you knelt down, your hands clasping at his bare shoulders. But the trembling didn’t keep your attention. It was his laughter.

Joyous, boisterous laughter filled the cavern and nearly threw you off balance. As you swayed, Masin’s muscular arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you close.

The same golden eyes from before, just a bit muted, met yours as he grinned widely with slightly, sharpened teeth.

“As much as I like my draconic form, this one is useful in many ways. If you’d like to later learn how—!”

You swiftly lifted a hand and muffled his next words.

“If you have the energy to flirt, then you have the energy to walk. Let’s get going, shall we?”

But Masin’s arms didn’t budge. They actually tightened, but not enough to be painful as he whispered your name.

“Thank you. For this second chance.”

You settled in his arms. There was something more to Masin’s statement, which remained unspoken. But it encouraged you to return his embrace all the same.

As you worked together to emerge from your sudden entrance point, and return to the true entrance of the cavern tunnels, daylight greeted you. As you stepped forward, Masin walked beside you.

You couldn’t wait to see how that second chance would play out in the end.

#dragon #monster boyfriend #monster romance #exophilia #terato #hope you all enjoy!#and shoutout to those that can find my Elden Ring reference #I'll properly link this story to my masterlists later on

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 2 years ago

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Mothmom’s Masterlist (as of 03/15/23)

🔮 ★ 💗 Masterlists 💗 ★ 🔮

Key:

HC = Headcanons (most asks)

OS = One Shots, Ficlets, Drabbles (stand-alone pieces longer than bullets)

CS = Longform & Chapter Stories

CYOA = Choose Your Own Adventure (parts where Reader, s/o, makes different actions to appeal to different, separate characters)

Hot! = Adult/NSFW Content

🧛‍♀️ Castlevania 🧛‍♀️

Longer Form (One-Shots) & Chapter Stories:

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her

OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader

OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Two

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!

OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard

OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast

OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3

OS: Trio saves Werewolf!Reader from cruel vampire owner

CS: Sacrificial Family: A child is sacrificed to Dracula by their cultist parents. Completely aghast by this abhorrent behavior displayed by who should be your caretakers, the vampire, and his wife decide to adopt them. But welcoming a new addition to the family when you compose of a human doctor, vampire lord, and dhampir child isn’t as easy as it seems. Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Choose Your Own Adventure:

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series (3 Parts)

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: The trio member of your choosing brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

Quizzes:

What Castlevania (Netflix) Character Are You Most Compatible With?

Trio:

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

Alucard

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

HC: Yandere! Alucard

OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader

HC: Yandere!Alucard finds girl in coma in the woods & takes her home (½)

HC:Yandere!Alucard when coma girl wakes up (2/2)

OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard

HC: A mother of a dhampir runs to Alucard’s castle for help & he falls in love with them & protects them from her evil vampire ex

HC: Alucard has a long lost mute!sister who’s lost her memory

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard

OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast

OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3

HC: Alucard Getting a Villager’s Attention (Pre-S1)

HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha

Trevor

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!

OS: Trevor and a Poor Vision!Reader outside of Gresit

HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha

Sypha

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!

HC: Sypha Reacting to a Vampire!Child That’s Scared of Her

Lisa:

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Dracula:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Hector:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Isaac:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Godbrand:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

🌙🌠 Voltron: Legendary Defender 🌠 🌚

Lotor:

HC: Lotor with a dyslexic s/o

Keith:

HC: Keith introduces Kosmo to his s/o but he gets jealous of the attention they start to give the space doggo

😈 Monsters/Cryptids/Aliens/Creatures (Exophilia) 👽

HC: Yandere!Nokken x Female!Reader

HC: How would one go about getting Mothman’s attention?

HC: Female!Reader & Meeting/First Date w/ a Merman

❣️⬲Misc. Quizzes:⟴❣️

What Liminal Space Are You?

What Annoying UQuiz-Specific Thing Are You?

Soldier, Poet, King: Who’s Perspective Do You Have?

#castlevania imagine #castlevania x reader #voltron x reader #alucard x reader #exophilia #masterlist

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of-teeth-and-tenderness · 11 months ago

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🌟 Of Teeth and Tenderness Masterlist

✨ One Shots ✨

Coneflower - M Scarecrow x GN Reader

Recipe - M Forest Guardian x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Sweet Tooth - M Vampire x F Reader (NSFW)

~~~

✨ Multi-Chapter ✨

Blood Oath - M Demon x F Reader

Chapter One (NSFW)

Bound - M Werewolf x F Reader

Chapter One (NSFW)

#masterlist #ofteethandtenderness #exophilia #monsters

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 3 months ago

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Ahhh! Where did the old masterlist go???

Hi! It's still around, sorry. I just unpinned it to make room for my Messmer pic but hopefully if you type in the search for the tabs 'exophilia masterlist', it should be there 😊✨

If it helps, it was posted on 19th June 2020.

Try here too

(hopefully works too)

#exophilia #monster exophilia #ask me anything #anon asks #ask me a question #masterlist #monster writing #itstheendofthegoddamnworld answers

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authorashraven · 2 years ago

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Making some updates to this. Should I start sharing my shorts again? I've had quite a few ideas recently that I know I won't be turning into novel or novellas.

Also I still want to provide some free spicy content.

🤔🤔🤔🤔

☕ Writing Masterlist ☕

These works contain Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. Your media consumption is your own. Please read all warnings. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform. If you are feeling super weighed down by the change in your pocket, consider buying me a kofi

Key: Fluff ☁️ // Smut 🍑 // Angst 🥀 // Monsters 🐉 // Dark 🌚

☕ Three Moons Ranch (ebook, KU, paperback) - 🍑🥀☁️

☕ The Librarian of Souls (eBook pre-order) - 🍑🐉🌚

☕ The Foreman (short) - 🍑🐉☁️

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macherkissed · 2 years ago

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The Macherkissed Masterlist

Any Content warnings/triggers will be marked next to the work. If I miss any, just tell me and I'll make sure to correct it.

Scenarios/Headcanons;

How they react to seeing you depressed for the first time (Michael Myers, Poly!Ghostface) [CW: GN!Reader, Depression]

Befriending A Splicer Headcanons [CW: GN!Reader, Weapons Mention]

How they react to you telling them you're pregnant (Betelgeuse, Gomez & Morticia Addams, Yautja) [CW: AFAB!Reader, Pregnancy, One line mention of abortion, Smut Mention, Polyamory, Exophilia]

How they react to your new tattoo (Jason Voorhees, Tiffany Valentine, Norman Bates) [CW: GN!Reader, Tattooed Reader, Needles mention, Slight Smut mention]

Comforting you when your elderly pet is passing (Hellboy, NBC Will Graham, Venom & Eddie Brock) [CW: GN!Reader, mentions of losing a pet, possible triggering subject]

NSFW Headcanons (Mark Hoffman) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Fluff, Kink]

How they act with a noise sensitive SO (Betelgeuse, Hellboy, Venom, Yautja) [CW: GN!Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Exophilia]

How they react to a Shy S/O (Chucky & Tiffany, Gomez & Morticia, Alice Liddell, Nemesis) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Polyamory, Mentions of violence, mild-to-moderate dom/sub, mentions of sadism, Exophilia]

How they react to you going into labour (Gomez & Morticia Addams) [CW: AFAB!Reader, GN!Reader, Pregnancy, labour, pain and slight childbirth typical gore]

How he reacts to your body tremors (Jason Voorhees) [CW: GN!Reader, Disabled!Reader, Medication mention, Fluff]

Oneshots;

The Reward of Patience (Betelgeuse) [CW: AFAB!Reader, Smut, Pegging]

Wrapped Up in Pretty Ribbons (Billy Lenz) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Non-Con Voyeurism, Slight Somnophilia, Choking]

Those Sweet Lips (Poly!Ghostface) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Threesome, Polyamory, Oral Sex, Some M/M Action]

Recompense (Hannibal Lector) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Boss/Employee Relationship]

Closest of Encounters (Psycho Goreman) [CW: Fem!Reader, Mature, Kissing, Suggestive, Exophilia]

No Gods or Kings, Only Fontaine (Frank Fontaine) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Slight D/S]

A Moment Alone (Jack Wynand) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Ambiguous Penetration, Unprotected Sex, No Aftercare]

Alphabets

Thel Vadam X ADHD!Reader SFW Alphabet [CW: Fem!Reader, ADHD, Fluff, Exophilia, Marriage mention]

#Masterlist #Not writing #horror x reader #slasher x reader #blog meta #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #horror headcanons #horror imagines

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years ago

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main masterlist vi

Kiss fic

Critical Role - multi party ask "talk in sleep" // CR boys + song fic //

The Legend of Vox Machina - Vax + reader becomes the Champion // Percy love confession // with a dressed up reader at fancy event // Vex + Keyleth poly // VM s/o has triplets // Percy + “thank you for your cooperation” // Percy & Vax + Raven Queen!follower // “you did this to me!” // Vex + Keyleth soulmate AU // squished in a tight space // “battle angel” significant other // surprise cuddles // surprise cuddles part 2 // drunken compliments // nicknames 💕 // Scanlan + tiefling bard // Kima + Allura poly // cuddles after the rain // birthday 🎂 headcanons // monk friend headcanons // THATS MY WIFE/HUSBAND // FOOD 🥘 AS A LOVE 💕 LANGUAGE // Kissing meme + Vax // Percy + kiss + hand above head // MODERN aU Percy + secret relationship // MODERN AU s/o // Percy with short!reader // Percy + s/o confessing // Vax taking care of reader // holding onto them // Scanlan + trust-building prompt // Percy & Vax + inventor!reader // drawing them // Percy + reader in labor // frenemy + Vax // BATH Headcanons // enemies to lovers + Vax // reader saving themselves //

Winged Vax series - part 1 // part 2

Grog Angst

song fic 1 // song fic 2 // song fic 3 //

NSFW - Percy + thigh&praise kink //

The Mighty Nein - MN boys + VM + BH realizing they love you // hand holding + VM boys // Yasha + kidnapped!reader // Yasha + short, shy!reader //

Bell’s Hells - Laudna + fem!reader //

Arcane - ekko + reader afraid of heights // vi + her s/o and jinx + her s/o (separately)

Assassin’s Creed - love letters series + others // Bayek headcanons // cuddle headcanons // Connor bday headcanons // Henry Green + "shadows" //

Castlevania - Dracula SFW Alphabet // Dracula + fem!reader smut // pretty s/o who doesn’t believe it + VM // Alucard + VM with a witch s/o // CV men + "You" confession // Alucard + modern!reader // CV men + missing you // Hector A-Z NSFW //

CV 🦇 valentines drabble

Sypha + Alucard + Isaac w/ artist!reader

LOTR/The Hobbit/Tolkien - Arwen NSFW alphabet // Tauriel NSFW alphabet //

Pedro Pascal characters - Mr. Ben //

Blood of Zeus - s/o becomes a god //

Monster romance - tiefling writing prompt //

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel - succubus!reader who’s injured //

Marvel - Namor angst headcanons // sick headcanons // short Namor oneshot //

Star Wars - ahsoka with nerdy!gf //

Dragon Age - Cullen fluff headcanons // Leliana + "let me help you" // Leliana + "god you're beautiful" //

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5eraphim · 1 year ago

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i've been binging ur entire masterlist for the past week ur writing is so good.. is there anything else you've wrote that might not be on there? sorry i'm so obsessed i love these sweaty middle aged lunatics sm

im working on the new master list post right now- i try to get it up every 3 months, but i gave myself one extra month to work bc there are a couple fics i wanna finish nd add to the master list.

(i know it would technically be easier to just edit one list, but i like to make new ones to measure progress, idk why im weird nd i find it satisfying)

but here are the links to all the stories not on the current masterlist

Poacher's Pride (Werewolf Sniper)

Content Warnings: Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy

Heaven Waits (Emesis Blue Medic)

Content Warnings: Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

Hunting Party (Soldier and Demo)

Content Warnings: Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway

The Chateau (Vampire Engineer and Spy)

Content Warnings: dubcon, Dark! characterization, corruption kink, sexual venom, three-way, hostage situation, coercion, blood drinking, degradation, implied bad ending, AFAB reader/female pronouns and terms used, reader is a masochist, Spy is a massive jerk and bullies Engie and reader

Birthday Cake (Engineer)

Content Warnings: MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

Night Light (Medic)

Content Warnings: yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

#sorry i havent posted a real fic in so long im not satisfied with a thing i write recently :/#but there are a handful i NEED to get done before the end of the month #well see how it goes #anonymous #tf2 x reader #mini master list #yandere #yandere tf2 #x reader

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years ago

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Luminescence

Pairing: Jack Russell x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1300 words

Outline: You and Jack have long been lovers but this was the first time watching him transform in your presence.

Warnings: exophilia, breeding kink, nipple pulling, rough penetration, marking.

Author's Note: Been meaning to write this since October, it was long overdue. First time writing something for someone in the werewolf form, hoping I did it some justice. Thank you for sharing your ideas with me about this dreamboat of a man!

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Jack Russell Masterlist

It was Friday the thirteenth and there was a full moon.

You were sitting outside Jack’s self-made cage in the basement of the house you have been sharing together but it was the first time you were feeling scared for him. You knew about him, his transformation, the way he felt, the way he tried to relax but he never could risk you coming downstairs during the night.

The night had fallen, three more hours to go until midnight came and the moon shined bright and Jack’s eyes were the first to change. He sat like this with his back on the wall, his head pushing back breathing steadily in and out.

“It’s gonna be alright.” He whispers. “You don’t ever have to worry about me, my love.” He whispers slowly not wanting to look at you for now.

“I’ll make sure it is.”

That makes him chuckle and he reaches out his hand to you, extending his beating heart just for you.

“I love you. Always know this.” He gives you a soft smile and squeezes your hand gently and you can’t help but fall a little more in love with the man you’d choose every day of your life.

Last night you had seen a bizarre dream, a beast devouring a red-clad woman, feasting on her body and it set your soul on fire. Today you didn’t want to leave him by your sight but you honestly could not expect what would come next.

His transformation happens slowly, one body part following another body part. His nails show first, followed by a mountain of hair that you could never honestly expect to make you feel the way you felt.

Utter and overwhelming lust.

And you knew he could feel it too.

Jack now in his werewolf form pushes the bars of the cage open bursting out of it just to grab your body, squeezing you in his arms. It’s primal and different, his eyes reflecting the moonlight but you knew there was utter devotion and affection behind them. He pauses, he is asking for permission and you slowly nod your head. You could ever so clearly recognize the man you fell in love with.

His big hands caress your body, starting from your back to your waist, to your hands, wanting to feel you like this, skin on skin and you are thankful for the simple long dress you had worn that morning. His touch feels both familiar and new yet what you notice as very different is the way he smells the air, constantly sniffling, as he pushes your sleeves up.

He grabs your hand no longer able to resist himself and smells your skin so deeply, eliciting a growl that your body's heat grows stronger. And he knows it too. His hands move to your neck and he pushes the fabric down to expose your neck for him to smell and devour as he likes. It feels as if he is rubbing himself on you, wanting to both engulf you in his smell and have yours in return.

Once he has enough of your neck he pushes the fabric further down, tracing his hands over your bra. A little bit worn as it was one of your older everyday ones with that distinct mark from the one time he had literally bitten it off of you. That memory makes him growl once more before he is burying his head between them, stretching his head until you help him get it off.

Your hands are now caressing his furry face holding his chin for him as he is using his tongue on your nipple, a satisfying purring coming from him.

“Jack…my love.”

You breathe out when he starts pulling your nipple. He feels so much stronger and bigger against your body, so like you’ve never felt before. Amusing though you find how obsessed he seems to be in any form with your breasts, any day it was hard to push him off you. He growls in response pushing you against his mouth, to devour you better and you can’t help but moan louder.

“I need more…So much more.”

You mewl and it reminds you of all your everyday sex life, where Jack focused so much on your nipples because he liked watching you orgasming like this. Just from his mouth. And then he’d eat you out again, depriving you of his delicious cock until you were too weak for him. Too weak to resist his touch.

There was no way you were missing out on werewolf dick.

He shyly looks up at you as if he wants to say something. Something along the lines that if he starts he won’t stop until he breeds you fully and somehow you understand. You understand because that’s what you want. To become one with him.

“Please, make me yours, entirely yours. I want to be claimed by you, Jack.” You plead, your wetness getting entirely too much for you to handle on your own.

But this was still the Jack you knew and once he let go of your nipple, he pushed the dress upwards and crowned himself on your pussy until one mind-blowing orgasm later, you were begging him to stop. He could never be the kind of man to skip a meal.

A couple of minutes later, your dress is ripped on the floor, your body is pinned against the wall as you are holding the cage bars tightly while Jack is pushing his fat leaking cock inside you. The unfamiliar stretch is making you groan in shock. You had never felt more full, more filled, and more unsatisfied.

“M…” You try to whisper but the pain is overwhelming you.

“Mo…” “More!” “Please, please, please!”

You try to shout and your hands fall on his shoulders. He growls

and starts bending his hips against your body slowly. He wants you to feel any and every inch of him. Just like he always does, slow and punishing.

Slowly like this, he starts claiming you as his. Moving your body in a way that makes your breasts jiggle only for him, his strong stare warming your soul. Where you always wanna be. His cock is leaking pre-cum inside you and it makes you feel whole.

“Give me your pup, baby.”

You breathe out and the words escape from your lips before you can even think them through. Jack howls for the first time, you can hear him do that and the pride and love you felt for him were unmatched.

Then he breeds you exactly as you wanted him, turns you around, manhandles you, and pushes you on top of your dress, gripping your hips from the back. He pushes his cock inside you fast, and immediately snaps his hips forward, setting a brutal and hard pace, fast and strong until he feels himself coming undone. Howling as he does, spreading his knot inside you and filling you up.

The amount of cum that’s leaking down your thighs with his huge cock still inside you has you delirious. Oh next time, you were getting that thing inside your mouth.

Some full moons made werewolves like Jack became obsessed with breeding someone with their pup, the older and stronger they got and Jack had long been in love with you. Now laying on his hairy chest, naked and satisfied, bred and full, you are caressing his cheek, looking at him tenderly. That’s where you always wanna be on his lap, laying on his chest and breathing him in.

Your lover, your life, your light.

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#selenewrites #jack russell #jack russell x reader #jack russell smut #jack russell x fem!reader #werewolf by night #jack russell imagine #jack x reader #werewolf by night fanfiction #werewolf by night imagine #werewolf by night fic #werewolf by night smut #werewolf by night spoilers #wwbn #jack russell x you #jack russell x y/n #gael Garcia bernal

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jplupine · 1 year ago

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Day 30: Ichigo Kurosaki ~ Feral

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.3k Date Published: October 30, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Hollow!Ichigo, Dom!Switch!Ichigo, Size Difference, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Vaginal Sex, Light Blood/Injury, Hair Pulling, Creampie, Dub-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Ichigo has lost control to his Hollow side, but even in his feral state, there's one thing he knows he wants more than destruction.

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I'd gone down into the training area Kisuke had under his shop to try and find him since he hadn't been upstairs. I was here to pick up a package and wanted to be on my way before he tried dumping defective products on me that he'd gotten at a discount. Looking over the barren landscape of sandy soil and rocks, I tried to spot his hat over the boulders.

Walking further in, I cupped my hands around my mouth.

"Kisuke!" I yelled, my voice carrying through the air to the far corners of the training area. I heard some rocks shifting to my right and turned to look. "Kisuke! I'm here to pick up my package." Walking in the direction I'd heard the noise in, I rounded a large boulder only to see nothing there.

My brows furrowed as I glanced around. There were no wind currents down here, and I was certain I heard the rocks moving. Had a rat gotten down here?

"Kisuke!" I hollered again. There was a sound like a rattling hiss, animalistic and reptilian. Quickly turning on my heel, I didn't see anything there. "Shit." I clenched my jaw while becoming more alert.

Kisuke must've stored some beast down here. I hadn't sensed a Hollow, but it certainly sounded like one. I hoped he hadn't tried putting a Gikon in a Hollow training dummy again since the last time had gone so terribly wrong.

Cautiously stepping toward the exit, I kept my eyes on my surroundings. If a real Hollow had been down here, it would've already attacked me by now. So what the fuck was hiding among the rocks and stalking closer?

I glanced over my shoulder toward the exit only to freeze. Standing there while hunched over and head tilted down was Ichigo. However, he was fully Hollowfied and topless with his hakama in tatters. And, to make things stranger, he had a tail despite being in his Vasto Lorde form.

Had something gone wrong during his transformation? If so, it might be easier to get around him. If it was from Kisuke tampering....then there was no telling.

His tail swayed as he crouched lower and growled. I didn't see his sword with him either as his claws flexed. This wasn't how he usually acted when in this form either. He was more animalistic and feral whereas any other time he was silent, intimidating, and precise while a Vasto Lorde.

What the fuck had happened to him?

Slowly grabbing the long, thin bag hanging over my shoulder, I opened it to pull out my sword. Ichigo growled again while placing his hands on the ground. He was on all fours now with his tail swaying as he seemed to size me up.

Pulling the handle of the sword to unsheathe it, Ichigo only saw the glint of metal before attacking. He was faster than me in reacting and tore my sword from my hands before throwing it. His head swung around like a bull, and I narrowly missed getting gored by his horns.

"Ichigo! C'mon, man!" I jumped back, and he lunged. I caught his horns this time as my feet slid across the ground. "Ichigo! I know you're in there somewhere, so please don't fucking eat me!" I twisted to avoid his sharp claws while not letting go of his horns.

I didn't have much time to think and shoved his horns down, forcing his head to hit the ground. I thankfully had leverage like this and didn't let up. Ichigo's tail then whipped around and hit me, sending me flying into some rocks.

He pounced and buried his teeth into my hoodie, thankfully only getting a mouthful of fabric. Ichigo violently shook his head like a dog, and I slipped out of the garment before rolling away. When he realized I was no longer under him, he tossed the hoodie to the side and faced his black sockets in my direction. It was hard to tell where exactly he was looking with his skull-like face and invisible eyes, but I just knew he was looking at me.

I remained light on my feet with my hands raised. The fact that I was even still standing could be attributed to the state Ichigo was in with the messed up transformation and primal behavior. Even if the Ichigo I knew was deep in there somewhere, I wasn't entirely sure he could hear me or at least couldn't comprehend what was going on.

Chances were high talking wouldn't work.

The beast was still between me and the exit, and I was unarmed. With no one around, I also didn't have any help. Heavily sighing, I braced myself for Ichigo's next attack.

He came at me with claws bared and ready to tear into me. However, I managed to grab his furry wrists and redirect them even if I couldn't stop him. His claws narrowly missed my shoulders, and I leaned my head back to avoid his horns.

I could feel his breath on my throat as he pushed me down with his immense strength. I tried pushing him back by his shoulders, but he barely budged. Although....he stopped moving entirely.

His face was still close to my neck as he was breathing heavily like an animal, and a low rumble came from his chest. His head slightly tilted as he leaned in closer, and I realized he was smelling me.

I began to hope he'd recognize my scent and calm down. He had to on some level for it to give him pause. But would that be enough?

Swallowing, I stayed still to not set him off. His flat nose bumped against the edge of my jaw while his horns were dangerously close to my face. His teeth parted, and I tensed from the fear that he was about to bite me.

Ichigo instead licked under my chin as another low rumble came from his chest. Did that mean he recognized me and wouldn't tear me apart? Or was he simply tasting before ripping a chunk out?

His head went lower as he was sniffing. My hands were still on his shoulders, and when I gently tried to push him away, he growled. Okay, so he wasn't attacking, but he was still on edge.

He was sniffing over my torso now and lingered at the spot where I'd spilled some coffee that morning. He huffed through his nose like a bull and moved on. Was he looking for something specific? Why was he still smelling me?

Was it another weapon he was looking for? Perhaps he wanted to be sure the sword had been all I brought with me.

Hopefully, he wouldn't mistake the metal of my keys as a knife as he was sniffing at my pocket. But then he moved away, and I felt relieved.

Until his face hovered over my crotch. Instead of checking my other pocket, he got closer, and I could feel the embarrassment creeping up.

"Could you not-" I spoke up just before he shoved his face between my thighs. I jolted and grabbed his horns to yank his head away. "Woah! No!" My voice came out louder from surprise as my cheeks warmed.

Ichigo's tail thumped against the ground as he growled. My reaction clearly pissed him off, and he shook his head to get my hands off his horns. When he reared back, I used that as my chance to scramble back.

Getting to my feet to run, Ichigo grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the ground. I landed on my stomach with a grunt, and he pinned my thigh to the ground when I went to kick him. I heard his growl go lower before feeling his face between my thighs again.

"Ichigo!" I nearly screeched while trying to shove his head back. "Ichi-!" My voice cut off as I froze and my brain came to a squealing halt. His long, broad tongue had licked over my jeans, and I could feel his hot breath. When I snapped out of my shock, I was yelling at him again. "Ichigo, I fucking swear! Get off me! Stop it, you massive fucking pervert!"

He ignored me and licked again even as I was pushing against his forehead. Since I was on my stomach with my legs pinned, I didn't have the leverage or range to get his head away from me. I was floundering on what to do since Ichigo had never displayed such behavior before when he lost control any other time.

Ichigo huffed, then bit the back of my jeans and jerked his head up. I figured he'd intended to try and get them out of his way but only succeeded in lifting me onto my hands and knees. He let go of my ankle to claw my jeans off.

"Hey! Hey, listen to me!" I tried talking to him again in a last-ditch effort. "Remember that nice lady, Orihime? Yeah? She'll be pretty upset about this!" Not even mentioning Orihime got him to snap out of it. "Fuck! Zangetsu! Old man! Any of you fuckers in there- Stop him!" I grabbed Ichigo's wrist to try and keep him from tearing through my underwear.

This was already so embarrassing as it was. I didn't want to lose my last few shreds of dignity I had to a horny Hollowfied Ichigo.

My grip on Ichigo's wrist wasn't strong enough at this angle, and he dug his claws into my underwear. I yelled as the pitiful fabric fell to the ground. To make matters worse, the cool air hitting my skin made me realize just how turned on I was.

I didn't think it was possible in such a situation, but I was wet, and Ichigo could smell it. The feral bastard pressed his face against me with his nose sliding between my lips. He made a sound like a purr before licking, and I took in a sharp breath. Lapping a few more times, he then pulled away and hooked his hands around my hips.

His pelvis smacked against my ass, and my eyes widened at feeling his erection. Ichigo was grinding against me but sounded frustrated as he growled. He let go of one of my hips and ripped through his hakama.

Ichigo tried again, and I felt his cock go between my thighs as he missed his target. He was thrusting and still sounding frustrated, but I shivered from his shaft rubbing against my clit. I could also feel how it wasn't....normal.

Swallowing, I told myself it was only curiosity that made me lower my head to look between my thighs. Sure enough, his swollen cock didn't look human. It had a blunt, tapered head while the shaft had bumps and black markings like on his face and chest.

My arousal was leaking onto his dick and allowing him to move against my clit with more ease. His hips bucked, and I heavily sighed.

"Oh, fuck it." I reached down and grabbed his cock. He jolted when he felt my touch only to start purring as he rocked his hips. Ichigo was trying to fuck my hand until I managed to push him back and slide the tip of his dick into place.

Feeling the tapered head against my entrance, Ichigo seemed to realize the change and pushed forward. He trilled as he successfully got the tip in. His grip on my hips tightened, and he eagerly thrust the rest of the way in. He made a sound like a groan that was distorted from Hollowfication when his pelvis was flush against my ass.

I felt so full, and now that the beast was mounted and balls deep, he pulled out a few inches to thrust back in. Ichigo had a near-bruising grip on me while rutting. I bit my lip to keep my moans quiet, but one heavy thrust, and my mouth fell open.

Ichigo gained enthusiasm after hearing me moan and went faster. My hair fell over my shoulders and swayed from each thrust as my fingers dug into the ground. Even if Ichigo was out of it and running on instinct, it felt good.

His claws pricked at my sides as he began pulling me back in time with his thrusts. Ichigo leaned forward while still fucking me, and I felt his horns tap against the top of my head from him shoving his face into my hair. He deeply inhaled and groaned with his hot breath hitting the back of my head and neck.

At the back of my mind, I began to wonder why this had even happened. Even if Ichigo had recognized my scent in his feral state, why had it led to him fucking me instead of just calming down? ....Was there some conscious part of him that wanted this?

My head hung from my shoulders as I moaned, and Ichigo's long hair cascaded down from his shoulders. His teeth brushed against the back of my neck before nipping. He softly purred while nuzzling and rammed his cock into me.

"Ow!" I jolted when some of his claws cut my thigh from how hard he was gripping. It seemed to startle Ichigo just as much, and he could smell the blood. I was on my back in a second before he spread my legs and brought his face toward the scratches.

I worried the blood might be what finally got him to take a bite out of me. However, that fear seemed unwarranted when he instead licked the wound clean. His skull-like face brushed against the scratches before licking again.

That seemed to be good enough for him, and he was thrusting back into my pussy. Now that I was facing him again, I saw that he was drooling with his mouth hanging open as he panted. His abs flexed and rolled with each thrust while his hands were on the ground to hold himself up. Ichigo's tail thumped against the ground when he groaned.

Ichigo was looking down at me as a drop of drool dripped from his chin. To keep him from drooling on my shirt more, I pulled it up to my collarbone. Seeing more of my naked body seemed to make him go wilder as he pumped his cock harder and faster while growling. He even started drooling more, and it was beginning to pool on my stomach.

And with how he panted with his mouth wide open, I could actually see his human mouth behind his Hollow teeth. He was lost in the pleasure, and I reached up to grab some of his hair and pulled him down. Ichigo groaned with that distorted Hollow voice, and my back arched since the angle he was at now finally got friction against my neglected clit.

Moaning with my head lolled back, Ichigo licked my throat. Biting my bottom lip, I rocked my hips in time with his to get more friction against my clit. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I made sure he stayed at that angle. His tail was whipping from side to side as his claws dug into the ground.

Ichigo sounded like an animal with his heavy breathing so close to my ear. His thrusting became frantic, and I had a feeling he was getting close to cumming. I was getting there myself but not quite yet.

When he did finally cum, his head reared back with a loud groan that turned into a roar. I could feel his cock twitching with each spurt. Sliding my hand between us, I circled my clit with my fingers to get me the rest of the way. Ichigo noticed as he came down from his high and watched my hand while still drooling.

I moaned as my thighs clenched. Ichigo was still balls deep as his cum was slowly leaking out of my pussy. And I finally got to orgasm with my back arching. He tensed and grunted while feeling me cumming around his sensitive cock.

Panting, I rubbed a hand over my face and felt the thin layer of sweat on my skin. Ichigo finally pulled out now that my orgasm had passed, and I rolled over to get to my feet. My legs were unsteady as cum trailed down my thighs. Pulling my shirt down, I pushed it further to cover myself more.

"Oh, did I really just do that?" I muttered to myself as the post-orgasm clarity hit me. "I can't believe I just fucked a Hollow. I can't believe I just fucked Ichigo. Oh, Hell, so many people are gonna be pissed at me." I groaned while covering my face with one hand. "Fuck! Did I just take his virginity?!" I was rambling to myself while thinking of all the possible repercussions of this.

I heard Ichigo purr behind me, and I looked over my shoulder.

"What is your deal, man? Don't you see I'm having a crisis here?" I waved my hand, and Ichigo crawled toward me before sticking out his tongue. He licked the cum off my inner thigh near my knee and went higher. "Haven't you had enough already, you perverted Hollow?" I grabbed his horns to shove his head away.

Ichigo didn't care and pulled my legs apart before picking me up to drop me on the ground. He grabbed my ass to lift my hips, and I felt his cock prodding at my entrance. When he finally managed to get it in, he huffed like a bull and rested his chin on my chest.

His hands squeezed my ass as he groaned and started fucking me again. The mix of bodily fluids acted as a lubricant as he pushed as deep as he could go. Ichigo licked his top row of teeth like a beast would its maw, and his horns were right over my face.

It seemed he had learned something from the last time since he held my hips at an angle to get friction against my clit. I was moaning and still sensitive from the first orgasm, but he didn't give a shit. He just wanted to experience that feeling again.

He was mid-stroke when cracks began to form across his skeletal face. Pieces broke off as his tail thrashed, and I saw the expression on his human face underneath. Ichigo's eyes were only half-open with his lips parted as he panted, and he was starting to drool again.

However, some clarity entered his glazed eyes, and his hips began to slow down.

"W....Wynter?" His voice was still Hollowfied, and I couldn't believe he was coming back to his senses now after everything. Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he froze. "Wynter?!" He reared back while looking down at me, and his white cheeks turned bright red. His tail wiggled when his gaze was locked on his cock buried deep in my pussy and the mess on my thighs.

I felt him twitch inside me as his grip on my ass tightened. Ichigo was catching on quickly to what had happened while he was out of control.

"I....I'm so sorry." His voice was weak, but he still couldn't look away from where our bodies were joined.

"Keep growling, and you can finish."

"What?" He finally tore his gaze away to look at me.

"I said," Pushing myself up, I locked my legs around his hips as he held me up by my ass and I was holding one of his horns to tilt his face to the side. "keep growling, and you can finish." I licked his warm cheek, and his breath faltered.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I smirked.

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