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Yandere Male Monster Musume: Feeding The Beasts Pt. III

Last Part

“Good Morning, (Y/n). Are you ready to spend the day together?”

As you expected, Centoreo was so much easier. Waking up in a timely matter with a warm cup of tea or coffee. It was relaxing, being able to rely on someone else. Able to serve little biscuits and cucumber slices without burning the house down. It wasn’t too often that you got such a quiet morning for yourself.

“Thanks, Centoreo, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, (Y/n)! As my Master, it’s a given that on my day; we’ll get to relax together.”

Sitting across from each other on the newly installed tatami mats. The morning’s light shining through the window gently warmed your face. It was quiet between you two. A tad too quiet.

Centoreo was still smiling at you. 

Constantly smiling as you began to get nervous.

“Uh so?”

“So what, my Master?”

“....I don’t know…what’ve you been up to?”

He sighed, “Only counting down the hours until my day was here.”

A mirth smile spread across your face as you imagined the sight of Centoreo waiting anxiously by a clock. You took another sip of your drink admiring his stylized room. Coming to realize there’s no clock within the room you turned back to the centaur.

“You don’t have a clock in here.”

“I do not. Back home we centaurs are taught to dictate the time by the sun or better yet to count the hours in a day.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that. That’s pretty hardcore.”

“Thank you, Master!”

“Do you guys also get trained with the sword?”

You missed the way his eyes widened and the way his hands twitched. He tilted his head when he asked his question.  

“Excuse me?”

“Like don’t centaurs get swords? I’m sure you couldn’t bring a real one with you but still.”

Centoreo hesitated, “Some do but aren’t swords considered archaic in today's age?”

Shoot. 

You mentally kicked yourself. In the anime, Cerea was very upfront about her sword replica. Having it on her waist or drawing it the second she felt necessary. It was a big part of her character. But now that you thought about it Centoreo had no such thing, even with the way you both met; chasing criminals and using the sword just wasn’t a part of it. Supposedly that had happened before you even met up with him. So without your prior knowledge, this line of questioning seemed completely out of left field. Your best chance now was to do damage control.

“Uhm yes, but I thought Centaurs preferred a more traditional type of learning and lifestyle. Like the way you chose a master.”

Centoreo seemed to nod as he accepted your lie coverup. Clapping his hands in confirmation.

“I see, how you might have thought that! But you’re not wrong, we do get a myriad of training with different weapons and I do have one.”

“A replica? Neat!”

Centorea dwelled in your excitement,” Would you like to see my sword?”

At that moment the door to Centoreo’s room slams open and in a flurry of blue feathers and a scaly tail, the two other monster transfer students barged in. Both are standing guard in front of you blocking your sight from the centaur. 

“No! There will be no showing any ‘swords’ of yours! Not before mine!”

“Yeah! I want to show my sword too! We’re not going to let you get away with it.”

You could hear his polite chuckles from behind his hand, “Oh so you don’t want (Y/n) to protect themselves?”

“Yes! I mean, wait–”

“Of course not! That’s my job!”

“No you bird brain! He’s talking about some weapon he brought overseas with him.”

“Oh…I already thought your rear-end was enough of a weapon.”

“Pypi!”

The harpy had a nonchalant expression as you scolded him while coughing to hide the snicker that threatened to spread on your face. The lamia immediately began to coil around himself in laughter, making it easy for the red-in-the-face centaur to push most of him out the door. 

With a huff, Centoreo shut his door and locked it. When he turned to you he had an angry blush at the smile you were failing to cover. 

“I’m sorry, Centoreo…but if you’re still willing to show me I’d love to see.”

A small smile spread on his face as he turned back to you. Guiding you to stand over a specific floorboard he revealed a hidden case that robotically raised out of the ground and showed a myriad of weapons…some of which were not all that traditional.

“And this is my 177 Caliber BB Gun Air Pistol…it’s not incredibly new but it’s close enough to what I’m comfortable with.”

“Oh wow….”

“What’s with that face?”

“It’s just that I didn’t think guns counted as traditional weaponry.”

He laughed, “It’s alright, that’s what we’re here for. To learn about each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

That was a really good point. The anime made a point to use the laws and societal changes to move the plot. It was mostly about how the girls were fitting into the human world, with their love interest somehow being all-knowing about their idiosyncrasies. Granted there were some exceptions but it wasn’t a major theme to learn in-depth about their cultures. 

You thought that was cool. 

“If you’d like I can teach you how to shoot it.”

“Really?"

"Of course.”

Sooner than you realized it you found yourself in the position of every male protagonist during a pool game. Trying to hyper-focus on the gun you were holding instead of the muscular chest on the back of your head as well as the hands supporting your back. While you could only see the target board you could feel the warmth of his breath as he gave his advice.

“Don’t close your eye, and use the sight to aim. That’s it. You’re doing perfectly my Master.”

This was a lot more than you were expecting.

Crttt Crttt Crttt Crttt

A grating sound broke the moment, thankfully. Bringing both of you to look at the curiously opened door, With only a crack wide enough for furiously yellow-slitted eyes and a fanged set of teeth gritting against each other. Centoreo let out an uncharacteristically long groan before excusing himself out of his room. 

“My Master I’ll return shortly, after I speak with…them.”

“But it’s okay I can talk to him–”

“No no dear it’s fine. Just keep practicing, I’ll be just a moment.”

The Japanese-style door slides shut and you can’t help but expect to hear screaming and sounds of a fight. But there was nothing. After a few minutes had passed you began to feel bored with just shooting the air-gun. Finally putting it down you left his room, poking your head out into the hall and finding no one. Searching around you found the monster boys in the living room with 2 of them sleeping peacefully on the couch. Centoreo was standing over them pulling a blanket over their forms, before turning to you.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, my master.”

“Ah, it’s okay. I’m surprised they’d fall asleep so easily.”

Centoreo shrugged before perking up with an idea.

“(Y/n). I wanted to ask if maybe we could meal prep together. I was hoping we could be…adventurous with the vegetables this time since we usually cater to them.”

“Sure I don’t mind, though I don’t think they’d be too interested in what we make.”

“I have a feeling they’ll sleep through dinner, I convinced them to eat something hearty before they slept.”

You decided not to question the weird timing. 

“Then let’s have fun, shall we?”

“Perfect!”

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You both most certainly did. Able to even light a candle or two while you enjoyed the roasted and sauteed veggies you’d both made. As Centoreo predicted they did sleep through dinner, letting you both enjoy a quiet and peaceful evening together. It was hard to be cautious when he was just so sweet. It might have made you soften up a bit when it came to him.

“Centoreo you don’t have to call me master all the time.”

“Then what should call you then?”

“My name or some other nickname. I don’t really care. Milo’s got like a thousand for me.”

“I want you to pick what I’ll call you. Otherwise, I’ll just stick to master. Or your name, both are really important to me.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“It’s a quality of a good knight. Cheers.”

Even as the night began to close you were almost certain he’d abashedly ask you to snuggle in his bed with him. But he politely offered to let you relax offering to watch your phone and clothes while you headed to the bath. It’s become a bit of an issue with Milo and Pypi taking advantage of your unattended clothes. Even though they were asleep you were hesitant to let him. Cerea was still a prominent member of the harem; it wouldn’t be unheard of that he was as dangerously interested in you as Milo and Pypi. But you might have wanted to take advantage of the unattended bath…without the possible intrusion…an opportunity so hard to pass up.

“Okay but don’t do anything weird. I’ll be out in a bit.”

He smiled graciously as though a halo was meant to appear. “Of course, I’m here to help. Enjoy your bath.”

A refreshing bath later and a final cup of tea. You bid Centoreo goodnight as you shut your metal door. 

The schedule worked. The strengthening of your bonds was important to hopefully disassembling and keeping a reign on the alternate versions of the monster girls. This could work if you kept this up, not to mention the later events of the anime. Maybe pushing past their insecurities would be the way to go. 

Things were looking up. 

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Blonde strands of hair cascaded over Centoreo’s face as he glared at the messages from the agent. Looking down at the contact he scrolled through the text history, with scrunched brows. He felt disgusted as he glared at the mail he’d intercepted. 

It was an opt-out form.

The letter of allowance is meant to let the host peacefully transfer their guardianship to another. 

He was already burning the added note from the agent jovially informing him of his new promotion. There were other disturbing litigations in cursive but Centoreo deemed it all unworthy of thought. Taking only the main points to heart. 

“Did you really think you have a chance? While I’m here?  Please.”

It was a minor concern, that another tenant was going to arrive. This would be returned to the mailbox. The others could be burned. 

“It’s only a matter of time. Bide your time Centoreo. It will all be worth it then.”

[carnivorousyandeere]

Lan laying back and pretending to relax, arms crossed behind her head— you’d almost think she was unaffected, if you couldn’t make out her flushed cheeks and little fangs peeking out as she bites her lip, through the tears beading your lashes.

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: terato, naga fucking, tail fucking, bondage, asphyxiation, mild/unintentional humiliation, cnc vibes

Info: gn sub bottom reader

You’re suspended in midair, wrapped in the coils of her tail while the tip of it slides wetly in and out of your entrance. The vulnerability, the humiliation, the tight squeeze of her coils around your midsection make you feel like you could pass out… Lan watches you intently from under her bangs, savoring every twitch of your cute human body and watching tears stream down your cheeks as you beg. Begging for what, she’s not sure. Hells below, you don’t seem to be sure yourself— every time she stops like you ask her to, you only squirm harder and cry for her to keep going. Lan breathes in deeply, trying to focus on you over the burning need coiling in her own gut. Humans are so confusing…

[fluffyflowersstuff]

I'm trying to find time to color his reference at least sketchily 🥺

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make. Platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x reader, also this takes place in the (I forgot the name but it’s that high school thing that we got at the end of some episodes)

p.s. I was thinking of monster musume when I made this.

please and thank you

Also this is a lamia in case you didn’t know.

Oooh! Okay! A snake being and this isn’t Obanai? Hehe! But okay, just one can do and Mitsuri is always easy to write for!

Yandere! Platonic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Lamia! Kanroji Mitsuri

Mitsuri is pretty lonely as a Lamia. Most people run away from her and she can’t spread her passion for the humans she loves. That is until she meets you, somebody who finally gives her a chance and her world brightens up a shade or two

Mitsuri becomes very attached to you and she constantly wraps her serpent-like tail around you, so you can never run away from her. She tries to not squeeze you, she just can’t help herself around you

Mitsuri follows you around everywhere. Post-making friends with her, she follows you everywhere and evades your privacy. You make her so happy, she needs to keep chasing that happiness and she will for the rest of her life

Mitsuri may not love you in the way a lover does but she values you to a insane degree and she cant stand it when you’re away from her. She clings onto you and brattily cries out for your attention, she is a brat type Yandere

Mitsuri is very possessive and willing to get her hands dirty in other ways to make sure you won’t ever leave her, as her first and best friend. She will scare away her rivals and fully embrace her snakely predator senses

Mitsuri becomes very jealous everytime you get a new friend or a new lover, and she throws a huge fit over it. You won’t be giving her your love and appreciation if you’re distracted by somebody else, she is fuming and planning how she will scare them away

Mitsuri is quite obsessive and delusional over you. She genuinely believes you adore her on the same level as she adores you, so anybody else trying to talk to you is not okay. The only friend you need is her! Why do you need another? She is so much better than all those humans

Mitsuri has such a horrible mind rot, enough to never take your ‘no’ answer and take matters into her own hands. She will stalk you constantly and learn everything she can so she can make you like her more, and avoid other people. She is the bestest friend you could ever get

Mitsuri is a Lamia after all. She is very attracted to body heat and she is cold-blooded herself, so she wraps herself around you when she gives you hugs and basks in your warmth. She is always happy to cling onto you and cuddle you. She doesn’t care for when you struggle against her

“Heeey! Dokusha! Isn’t my tail so pretty? What about my fangs? I’m a very pretty snake, wouldn’t you want to cuddle me? I swear I won’t hurt you, I’ll hug gently!”

[platonicyanderepanic]

I have another question and request if your willing . Do you write monster girls because of you don’t that’s fine by me, platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri with a child reader.

I looked it up and I don’t think that’s a fandom, so I hope it isn’t- also, I don’t know much about the lamia so forgive me. I hope you enjoy this!!

(I looked up what a lamia is, so here is an image of what one may look like and the description!)

(a mythical monster, with the body of a woman or with the head and breasts of a woman and the body of a snake, said to prey on human beings and suck the blood of children)

Demon slayer platonic Yandere monster girls/boys MITSURI lamia AU. With a child reader

•when Mitsuri first found you, she planned to eat you. She

•but something about you, made her hesitant. And you latched onto that. You talked to her, you complemented her beauty, you said anything that would possibly buy you time.

•her heart swelled, she listened and whenever you would slow to a halt she would encourage you to keep talking. You were so sweet, so innocent and thoughtful. She needed to have you.

•Mitsuri listened to you till sunrise, and that’s when help arrived. Hunters stormed into the woods to save you, chasing her away, she tried desperately to bring you with her. •she cried out as she rain from the arrows and flames, as you clings to one of the hunters.

•you were returned to your home, your parents hold you close and refuse to let you leave the village.

•when Mitsuri was chased away she was in raged, she found a child she actually likes and they take you away? No, this will not stand with her. She needs to fix this, and soon.

I think I may turn this into a whole AU, of monster boys/girls. Any characters from any fandoms- I literally love this so if anyone has ideas for this that would be amazing

[pierogispies]

Headshot for Phacelia Bloom ❤️

[yandere-sins]

Monstober - Day 5: Naga/Lamia [Elemental Sacrifices Part 1/4]

I am fashionably late and since this story was supposed to come out on my birthday I switched the prompts since we all know Nagas are my roman empire, hehe >:3

Also this is part 1 of 4 of a little mini-series happening in this Monstober Challenge, and I will lovingly call it the Elemental Sacrifices. I know we already had a sacrifice before, but what if—hear me out—we have 4 more? Yes, I thought that was a good idea too, glad we agree :D

(They are not much related aside from the concept, but they are in the same universe, so maybe there's some potential for future ideas! :D)

Prompt: Day 6: Naga/Lamia | Scales // Wrapping around // Poisonous Warnings: Yandere, AFAB!Reader, Sexual Actions (Dub-Con, Use of Aphrodisiac, Drinking said Aphrodisiac and getting it stabbed into your arm, Deep Kissing, Accidentally cutting your own tongue, Fingering), Violence (Biting with fangs, Description of (meager) fighting, Cutting the enemy, Blood mention), Monsters + Descriptions of Monsters, Light self-degradation, Long Post

The tradition had always existed.

From the moment you were born, you were told about the sacrifices made to the four gods, which took place twice a century. The four tribes would unite in peace and unity for this month of reverence, choosing their sacrifices carefully and laying down their weapons to organize and strategize the ceremonies so that no god would feel aggrieved. It was a wonder that people that worshipped different things, lived by different means, and usually clashed like hot and cold, light and shadow, could work together meaningfully to pay their respects, assure that everyone would continue to be in the favor of the different gods that roamed the lands you lived on.

And yet, somehow, it had always worked out.

"There, almost done," your mother mumbled, curling your still-damp hair around her finger so it would frame your face. You clenched your fists in your lap as you sat in front of the mirror, unable to even look at yourself without retching. 20 years ago, when you were told the stories for the first time, no one had assumed you'd be the one to be sacrificed in the next ceremony. No one informed you that your days were numbered, your purpose to be nothing but monster fodder.

Because that's what they were, monsters, nothing more, nothing less.

A two-headed snake, an ancient tree, a tentacled beast, and a fire-spewing reptile with wings—those were the four monsters you and the other tribes worshipped with offerings and sacrifices. All your life, you practiced the mindful handling of the teachings, learning how to hunt, fight, and serve your god. But even so, just because you were born the child of the leader, you were going to be discarded by your own people, and your hatred was as fiery as the vulcanos that surrounded your homeland.

"I heard the water tribe sends their most wonderful singer this year, too."

It was a frail attempt at small talk, and you couldn't care less about how pleased your mother sounded as she told you about the other sacrifices. The other poor souls that probably wanted nothing more than to run away about now. You had hidden your tears very well with your head hung low, but you couldn't imagine the other sacrifices felt any less miserable as you did.

You had plans for the future, plans that involved leading this tribe and creating a family sometime. Maybe participate in a war with the other tribes and show off the prowess of the fire tribe leader's oldest child. It was in the nature of your people to be strong and powerful, as was the exceptional artistry of the water people.

"And the earthclan sends another one of their scholars. I don't understand why they think the nature gods would like all these people hiding with their noses in their books, but I'm sure they have their reason for choosing them. Oh, but the wind people are also sending their ruler's child, just like you!"

A tone of pride swung in her voice as she continued arranging vividly red flowers like a crown in your head, pulling at strands of your hair to wrap them into the stems so they'd hold. "And yet, you'll make the prettiest sacrifice of them all. You'll make us all so proud!"

Inside of you, a war broke loose. A war you knew you couldn't win as you knelt on the floor of your childhood home, the place you always thought safest in all of the lands, yet it was no longer the place you'd return to after this expedition. All your good deeds and all your achievements were for naught because when the announcement was sent out that the sacrifice was going to be held that year, it ended your life instantly.

A part of you knew it could happen. Although you never wished this fate on anyone, you had always hoped for a sibling, born or adopted into your family, that could take this responsibility from you ever since you learned of it. Other tribes voted. They chose by luck or by skill at the time of sacrifice. But not yours. Yours had traditions, which meant the leader's strongest family member would go to the gods and ask for their blessings. Get eaten in exchange for a promise of safety and prosperity that the monsters could easily break on a whim. Returning would mean the blessing failed, so that wasn't an option. If you couldn't appease them alive, you would do it with your death. The ultimate sacrifice.

"Now, you're perfect. Look at you, my pretty child."

Pushing her fingertips into the underside of your jaw, your mother forced you to look up into the mirrors. Tears tumbled from your eyes as your head snapped upwards to avoid the discomfort of her nagging touch, and you watched her expression fall in her reflection. Not from sorrow, mind you, but anger.

"This is your duty," she reminded you. "Now that you have grown up and proved your worth, you should feel honored to be chosen."

You bit your tongue, swallowing the disrespect you wanted to voice. You couldn't care less about the sacrifice, about gaining the ire of some monster that some old people had decided to worship. About your mother's opinion or that of anyone else!

Deep inside you, you were afraid. Fear, first and foremost, had always been your teacher. It showed you the boundaries of your abilities and pushed you to perform deeds beyond your capabilities in times of need. It wasn't something to be ashamed of or scolded for; it was natural and normal.

But right behind it was anger. Anger at this tradition, anger at your family, and anger at the monsters for demanding lives in exchange for peace. Gods they called themselves, but there was nothing godly about how they conducted their demands. They were cowards with a taste for human blood, and instead of fighting and being slain by those humans, they demanded sacrifices to satisfy their hunger.

And there was nothing you could do to save yourself.

If you rebelled, you'd be dragged out by your limbs and hair, even if that destroyed the work they put into prettying you up. Who needed to be pretty when they'd be eaten alive? Still, as a warrior at heart, you couldn't imagine a greater shame than to force your friends to bring you to that dreadful sacrificial space, even if they might think it was for the greater good. If you had to go out, you wanted to do so with your head held high, no matter how foolish that pride of yours was. It was better than to put your unfair death entirely into the hands of others.

If you were going to be a martyr, then you'd at least die fighting until your last breath.

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"That's far enough," you announced, coming to a halt at the edge of the lush green forest you used to hunt in. Before you, vulcanic stone spread in dark hues as far as you could see. Ash filled the air, mixed with the taste of metal and fire. Nothing grew on the stone ground, it was as welcoming as a death threat. Veins of red broke through the stone, leading to pools of lava that was cooking beneath the stone surface, the air simmering from the heat that immediately greeted you, coating your skin in a sheen of sweat. Once you had found the duality of this place beautiful. Now you dreaded it, hands curled into fists as you took slow, steady breaths to calm yourself.

"I wish to face the gods myself."

"Go forth then. Make us proud," your father expressed, resting his hand on your shoulder. A simple squeeze was all you got, and much like your mother who hugged you before your departure, their gestures were too brief to be any comfort. You wondered how they could have possibly come to terms so quickly with losing their own child when you, the one to be sacrificed, were struggling with your fear and pride.

Every step on the hot floor was like a stab of a knife in your back. The hunting party that had accompanied you watched as you continued your journey towards the sacrificial space the ancestors had created, their gazes like whips that spurred you on. But they didn't linger. Since they didn't have to tie you down on the altar, they had no reason to watch the gruesome death of their own kind, knowing that either way, you weren't going to return. You knew the way back to your village like the inside of your pocket, years of roaming the jungles teaching you how to go home. But they'd kill you before you cursed the village with your failure to be sacrificed. Merciless, cold. You were no longer a part of them. You were a meager part of the tradition now.

However, the way to the altar was actually more of a challenge than going home. You had only been there once as a child, laying flowers down for your uncle, who had been the last sacrifice years before your birth. Your father may have called him your uncle, but it turned out he was an adopted orphan who ended up paying for his dedication to your family much later. Your father seemed unsympathetic towards him, but it dawned on you that he must have never been close to this brother of his, probably knowing the fate that awaited him.

You never knew your uncle, but back then, you had been proud of him, too.

That day was also the first time your father explained the traditions and the importance of keeping them up. How much honor it brought to your family and how many lives it saved to lose one person. You wondered why, after he taught you so many skills, worked so hard to make you a respected member of your tribe, and loved you like a father would, he could so easily send you to your death. But it slowly dawned on you what kind of person your father was. One that didn't truly cared for his "family", only for his own pride and gains. And you had been so easily fooled as to believe him all this time.

It took you much longer than you remembered, but eventually, you reached the grounds your ancestors had created for this spectacle. It was close to the foot of the volcano, an altar erected from the stone sprouting from the ground with nothing else present in this wasteland. The heat had increased substantially over time, every breath burning in your lungs, your eyes dry, and your feet chafed from walking over the smoldering stone for so long. Dread was no longer a constant companion as acceptance slowly crept into your mind. You had seen the bones of many humans on the way to this place. Apparently, not everyone had been so lucky to have made it this far, either the environment or the monster killing them before they reached the altar. Or maybe themselves, now that you thought about it.

The sight of the raised altar forced a shuddering breath out of your lungs, the stinging sensation barely enough to distract you from the blaring truth. You were going to die. One way or another, you would. Touching the side of your leg, you felt the leather holster beneath your dress. The dagger you sneaked would probably not be enough to kill the monster, if there ever was one. Still, if you could inflict some damage to it, perhaps your tribe would one day snap out of the trance that it was this immortal threat that your ancestors appeased by offering their own children to it. Maybe they'd see the wounds and realize they didn't have to cower in fear of it, and thus, maybe your sacrifice would not be in vain.

Brushing your hand over the warm stone, you felt an untypical cold shudder run down your spine, knowing it was meant to be your deathbed. You wondered how many before you had laid here, waiting for the monster to come. How many had prayed, hoped, and begged to be saved, and how many had fought and struggled like you were going to. Following in their footsteps now, you knew they did what they thought was their best. That was the greatest honor you could bestow on them.

You hoisted yourself up, struggling to climb on top of the massive stone slab, before you sat close to the edge and stretched out your legs, feeling the burned and chafed soles of your feet crack as they finally got some rest. Hissing, you were confronted with the pain, yet you only sighed, swiping your hands over your face to free you of the sweat that was desperately trying to cool you down. Even if you were used to the warmer temperature of your home, it was nothing against the volcanic heat, and you almost admired it for burning for so long, never bothered by anyone. The air was as heavy as your soul felt, trapped in your body and scared to the heavens.

Imagining the snake did very little to soothe your mind, but you still tried to prepare for the shock its sight undoubtedly would be. You imagined a snake as tall as a building, with two heads splitting apart at one end. Heads with sharp fangs and venom dripping out of their mouths, eyes that ate you up before their maw even got close to you. It would slither over the ground, nimble, avoiding the lava pools, but too large to hide behind the wasteland it reigned over. Bloodlust urging it on as it smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers on your head, which were delighted to bloom in the warm temperatures. A green tail? Brown? Perhaps a little of both? Maybe its scales were dark red like all the blood it drank from the sacrifices.

"Look at that, they do sacrifice their own kind."

Deep in thought, the heat probably having gone to your head, you hadn't noticed the chafing sound that slithered closer from behind. Only when someone suddenly spoke did your mind alert you of the danger, and you jumped down from the altar, swiftly spinning around and bracing yourself. One hand hovered over your dagger beneath your dress, and the other arm stayed defensively in front of you. With the distance you managed to jump and the massive altar separating you from the monster, you were at a surprising advantage, and it felt good to have the upper hand.

Your eyes widened at the sight of two men standing behind the altar, one of them leaning down on the stone surface right next to where you had sat. In contrast, the other stood straight with his arms behind his back, but both watched you with burning intensity. Immediately, you noticed their similar appearances, the light grey hair falling from their heads, bound by braids, and still with countless strands falling over their exposed chests. Their eyes were like marbles, reflecting the different colors of the area in them, elongated pupils slightly vibrating as they fixated over and over on you. But what really put you off was their size. Their legs must have been easily as tall as the altar, and that was no size a normal human should have had.

"Mother never told us sacrifices were this cute."

The man leaning on the table rolled over on his side, his hair splaying all over the altar in waves. And yet, even while moving, his gaze never trailed off—but yours did. You let out a horrified gasp as the scaled tail of a snake buckled and arched to accommodate the man's movements, and with a surprised jolt, he reared upwards, exposing even more of the tail that started at his hips.

A moment of silence washed over you three, and you felt incredibly exposed and stared down by two pairs of eyes as if they were pinning you into place. Willing you to not move a muscle, to be eaten without putting up a fight. No one said anything before the startled man laughed out loudly, shaking his head and holding his belly before slapping his free hand attention-seekingly against his companion's arm.

"That scared me," he chuckled. "I've never heard that kind of sound before."

The other man let out a hum of agreement, nodding his head before looking back at you. You were at a clear disadvantage, unsure where to look first and who to focus on, as you were outnumbered by the two. The one that kept talking was smaller than the other, although this could have been the heat playing tricks on you. Both were muscular, but he was less refined than his almost-twin. You wagered you could take him on if there wasn't a scaley tail winding from his hips. That would be additional weight you couldn't topple, no matter how much you playfighted the other hunters and warriors of your tribe, which sometimes outdid you in terms of weight and size.

The quieter one, on the other hand, had the typical looks of a working man in the village: big arms coming from a strong back and toned muscles that the woman would drool over, while the other seemed fit and nimble. But your eyes unwillingly focused on the tail as the two scaled the altar, moving forward oddly in sync until it became clear why.

Their two strands of tails flowed together between them into one massive one.

It was mesmerizing, you had to admit, the scales an iridescent white. But whenever the tail moved, it took on the hues of the land, grey and red, only to return to their original color as it wound itself. You were awestruck and panicked at the same time, as the tail seemed to be neverending, wrapping around the altar, finding hold on the stony ground that even your feet struggled with. Fear filled you as you watched their slithering movements, the mistake in your thinking now glaringly clear: The monster existed, and it had come for you.

"Y-You're the monster!" you screamed, and the smaller one of the two scrunched up his nose, taking offense. The white scales swept over the altar, landing in the space between you and the stone with a heavy thud. His body was barely shaken by the impact, so perfectly in balance with itself despite their unnatural split into two different entities, and the seriousness of the situation rained down on you like their sharp gazes as you realized there would be no chance of you overpowering either of them.

Even with their connection, they spread out too far to reach both simultaneously. They could still move independently, even if their range was limited to what their body could give. But even without them rearing up on the tail, they were almost two heads taller than you were. They knew their body better than anyone, and you didn't doubt they had some tricks up their non-existing sleeves to best you.

Biting your lip, you finally slipped your hand beneath your dress, never letting the monster—monsters—out of your sight. To your surprise, you watched their gazes slip to where you raised the fabric, observing you with curious intention, their split tongues slipping out from their lips, tasting the air as they ogled at your exposed thigh.

Your hand curled around the grip of your dagger, and the moment you pulled it from its holster, the snakes lept forward. There was no time to be proud of yourself, but your reaction was immaculate. You jumped back just in time to avert the nimble one's grabby hands, even drawing blood as your blade slit open the skin between his thumb and pointer finger.

However, as fast as you dealt with one of the snakes, you couldn't recover quickly enough to avoid the second pair of hands. Much like you anticipated, their range was too extensive to fight both of them at once, and although you ducked beneath one hand of the stronger monster, his second hand latched on, right in your hair. You watched as the red petals of the flower crown loosened and swayed in the air like a sad veil of defeat.

Your head was yanked back, and you acted quickly, directing the knife towards the unprotected free shoulder, somewhere that would hurt. Somewhere that would leave a visible scar and show everyone that these monsters could be injured. But a bloody grip around your wrist prevented you from pushing the dagger into the creature's partially scaled bodies, your hopes crumbling into ash.

"You good?" the more muscular man asked, and the other clicked his tongue in annoyance while you flailed and struggled in their grip. Your free hand was useless as you couldn't even reach forward enough, and so were your legs as you stood on your tiptoes while they yanked you around.

The latter lifted the hand that was holding your wrist to his mouth, licking up the blood that spilled from the cut on his as he maintained eye contact. You bared your teeth in both pain and defiance, not showing any of the miserable fear and panic you felt inside. You didn't manage to do what you came here for, and you felt the power surging through their bodies just from their hands on you. The failure gnawed at your determination, the fight as good as lost.

"We're not monsters," he hissed, glowering at you, although it looked more like a pout. "But you sure are quick on your feet."

Their comments should not have caused your heart to swell with pride, but hearing it from the monster you swore to hurt in exchange for your life did feel good.

"Surely you wish you'd have gotten an easier meal, monster! But I won't go down until I have shown everyone that you can be wounded and defeated! That you will bleed if the people unite! There will be no more sacrifices once they've seen what I did to you!"

"We're not monsters!" they repeated in unison before exchanging a brief glance with each other.

"Well, I won't call you god and beg for your mercy!" you spat, and the lips of the snake with your hand in his grip curled into a grin.

"Are you sure about that?"

With his blood coating your hand, he raised it way over your head, causing you to gasp as your whole body strained to accommodate the movement. His hand slipped upwards, a few fingers holding you in place, while some snaked between your palm and the knife in your grasp, prying your hold from it inch by inch. You let out a soft whine as the leather grip was torn from you and watched the metal clatter to the ground.

But you didn't have the time to mourn the loss of your only weapon, not when your arm was bent backward. Immediately, your free hand shot up, trying to dig your nails into the fingers wrapped around your wrist still.

That was your greatest mistake. With his free hand, the quiet monster immediately reached for both of yours, wrapping them in his palm as quickly as their tail could around your body.

You were kept on your tiptoes as you felt the scales of said tail slither over your skin. Creeping beneath your soles and running up your ankles, squeezing the flesh of your shins firmly together before wrapping around each thigh individually. You kicked and squirmed, but their tail was almost as unrelenting as their hands, and you involuntarily winced as your wrists were squeezed together as if tied by a rope.

"It's true we are not the monster you're trying to defeat," the leaner one claimed again, licking his wound like an injured animal.

"That's our mother," his brother explained curtly, and your head whirled around to him, the questions etched into your face.

"Look at us; we're only half the snake she is."

With an exasperated huff, you looked back and forth between the two, reeling at the revelation. "That's not possible! You... you are a snake with two heads. It's exactly as it's told in our stories!"

"They're not wrong..."

"I mean, she is a literal snake with two heads. And she's gigantic. You should be glad she didn't find you first, or you'd be even less than a small snack for her."

"And our dad is human. Like you."

You must have looked rightfully befuddled as the two went back and forth on their explanation, but once they were done, you could only gulp, unsure what to make of the situation. "So... you're not the monster that demands sacrifices?"

"No."

"Not really."

"Then..." It was hard to form the words that zapped through your mind, your mouth suddenly feeling dry again as the adrenaline sifted from your blood flow. Nothing could rationalize this situation, and you were still strung up by their hands and tail. This almost felt too good to be true, so you had to take your chance as long as you could. "You'll let me go?"

A moment of silence hung over all three of your heads before the brothers slowly ripped their gazes off you to exchange sly smirks. You wobbled as their body—and by extension, yours—set into motion, slithering back to the altar until you were sat down, your back forced to rest on the stone like a lamb to slaughter, hands hanging over the edge above your head and legs still wrapped by their tail.

"Oh, you can't just leave," the lean one purred, coming up from below you and planting his clawed hands firmly on either side of your arms. "The nights get so cold, and the days are so lonely with our mom busy occupying our dad. She never lets us play with him or come back to our home. Won't you keep us company for a while longer? I'm sure you can teach us some things, and we can teach you."

The other settled on the opposite side, still holding your hands in place as he grunted in agreement. You felt the bile rise in your throat as one touch slipped below your line of sight, claw-like nails raking up your thigh and moving beneath your dress. Their intentions got more apparent as the fabric was gripped from above, too, slowly, sensually raising over your skin until the hip strap of your underwear was revealed.

In a last-ditch effort, you tried to struggle once more, legs tugging upwards and kicking at the ever-winding tail while your hands twisted in their hold, causing it to crush down onto your bones even more. That wasn't how you wanted to go down; it wasn't the fight to death you thought you'd have!

"End me, then. Get it over with," you yelled out, laying your head to the side and closing your eyes, the reality too hard to face. Sooner or later, you'd die anyway, and if this were the things you'd have to endure, you'd rather be dead. It wasn't the kind of sacrifice you wanted to be, one defiled and molested before you'd be killed, so you'd rather be dead than witness it.

"Hush now," someone murmured, and you felt a hand sweep underneath your chin, turning your head forward again before tugging it up and over the altar's edge. Your eyes snapped open as your instincts kicked in, but as you opened your mouth to scream, it was quickly covered by another.

A tongue slipped between your opened lips before you could close them, slashing around inside harshly and clogging your throat. There was too much to take, and you gulped down the wetness it brought, sloshing it everywhere to the point it dripped from your lips, running down your face that immediately heated up beneath the fluid. It tasted sweet and even when you wanted to stop, you couldn't, gulping down all that was given to you.

Your body began to relax while you felt a hand drive down the front of your torso, brushing an entire palm over your breast and getting stuck on your nipple. You jolted, a pang of electricity flying to your head and down your spine, your back arching as you couldn't understand what was going on anymore. You had never felt this sensitive before, and as the hand continued to roam from one side to the other, finding the budding nip beneath your dress and twisting it, you let out an unholy moan into the mouth of the monster, your own tongue lashing upwards until it got caught on a sharp fang. Despite not feeling it, you were pretty sure your tongue was ripped open, but even more of the sweet-tasting, addictive stuff dripped from the fang, gushing into your mouth. You gobbled it up, considering you had nothing to drink throughout your journey, and your mind was not getting enough of the taste.

"Considering how quickly you got hooked on our mating fluids, I'd not be surprised if you do end up calling us gods when we're done with you."

You barely heard the voice of the curious onlooker beyond your line of sight, your mind wholly crazed by the liquid that coated all of your mouth and senses. It took almost more work to extract the monster's tongue from your throat than it had putting it inside. Your head followed it upwards, unwilling to part while the drool kept dripping down onto your face.

As you were freed of the kiss, a shameful, miserable sigh of disappointment escaped you, and you barely regained the ability to reply, "Never," in response to what the snake had said. That caused both of them to chuckle, and the sound sent a core-clenching, spine-tingling warmth throughout your body. Your lips quivering as your mind begged for more of that deep rumble cursing through their bodies.

"We'll see about that," the monster from below mumbled as he raked his claws over your thigh. Immediately, you were jolting upwards in their hold, caught between pain and pleasure as he lightly scabbed your skin. It was a small revenge for his own wound, and the scratches burned deliciously as they welcomed the hot air all around you two. "You're already so wet for us."

"It's called sweat," you mewled defiantly, the sound of your voice not befitting your sarcasm. You clenched your legs together, but it was a vain effort with the tail still stuck above your knees, easily prying them open by driving upwards. The scales rubbing over your skin didn't help your misery at all, and you wanted to throw your head against a solid wall with how dizzy and needy you felt. It wasn't you on that altar, but a very distorted version of you, one that wanted to be fucked silly even though what you really wanted was a good fight.

The two laughed at your comment, and you moaned in annoyance at the electricity that sapped through you at the sound of their voices. Your head fell back over the edge, and you came face to face with the more muscular one of the brothers as he lowered himself to your eye level. His eyes raked over your face, then up to your exposed neck just waiting to be bit.

"You're so cute," he mumbled, split tongue darting out again, tasting the air. Your pussy clenched as you wished for that tongue back in your throat or, even better, caressing your quivering folds below that were begging for something to fill their loneliness. The experience was new to you, as you had never wanted intimacy like this with anyone before. You had been so focused on your goals and diligently upholding your parents' rules and traditions that you never craved anyone, but especially not these two beasts.

"I'm not cute," you mewled, closing your eyes and biting your lips as you felt the sharp claws hover above your abdomen, gently stroking the skin below your navel from side to side, your core clenching even harder with pure, undiluted desire. But when the fingers slipped beneath the rim of your underwear, you moaned as you expected them to dip into the wet mess that lay just beneath, the expectation almost enough to send you over the edge.

"Oh, yeah?" the snake-man grinned, and you felt one finger press into your slit, your folds welcoming it warmly and with a shudder going through your body. You quaked in pleasure, eyes blown wide open, and the two fangs of the monster were all more prevalent as his lips split into a toothy smile. "So cute," he doubled down, pulling your arms taut until your body stretched to the last of its capabilities.

With his lips gently brushing against your forearm, you were wholly unprepared for the sharp pain as he dug his fangs deep into your skin. But the shriek quickly turned into a moan, your hips grinding against the finger probing at your entrance as more of the aphrodisiac went straight into your bloodstream. You watched the dark fluid drip off your arm, causing even more heat to spread where it flowed, and you were mercilessly whining as you couldn't move your hips nearly enough to satisfy your needs.

"Please," you snapped upwards, staring at the creature settled on top of the altar next to you, leisurely rubbing his hand along your pussy.

"There goes the begging," he reminded you, and you bit your lip to the point of hurting yourself.

Fuck, that wasn't what you wanted to say. It wasn't how you wanted to die, you never intended to let it get this far. Pathetic, pathetic, absolutely pathetic. You were a fucking warrior, you fought threats and hunted prey, you were not going to surrender to them—

"Fuck!" you gasped out loud this time as one digit slipped inside you. You felt it hook inside your pussy, slowly dragging out despite being clung to firmly by your insides. All the faster did he push it inside again, every joint that buried inside you made you arch your back and rejoice. You nearly avoided being scratched open inside, purely by how slick your pussy and his hand were by now, more fluids gushing out as he pulled his finger from you again and again.

Simultaneously, another digit curled down, fondling the heated folds until it pressed down on your clit, forcing a mewl from you. Fangs tore out of your skin, but you barely noticed as the two fingers united, taking up more space inside of you and scissoring your walls apart until you felt your pussy gaping and drooling obscenely.

"I'll not... submit," you stammered between bated breaths. "I'll not... be your plaything."

"And we wouldn't want it any other way," they chimed in unison, exchanging a satisfied glance before grinning.

"Mom always said to look out for the feisty ones."

"We just didn't think you'd come to meet us so soon."

"Or that you'd be this fun to play with."

Your whole body shuddered as both fingers were pulled out of your terribly needy hole. Your breath was almost non-existent, the lack of air only stimulating you more as you heard the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy letting go of the monster's fingers. A hand slipped beneath your head, helping you to hold it up as you watched the leaner brother lifting his pointer and middle finger to his face, split tongue lapping out to taste your slick pulling strings in the gaps while maintaining eye contact with you all throughout it.

"They're perfect," he purred as he looked up, stretching his arm towards his brother, who leaned forward to have his taste of you from his brother's fingers.

"Damn, that's sweet," he commented too on your fluids, licking them from his lips as he looked down at you in a mix of surprise and awe.

"And so pretty, too."

You felt their eyes in the same way their claws had raked over your body. Hungrily, with the intention to harm you. And yet, your hole kept gaping, needing more stimulation, wanting more. You were the pitiful prey you kept denying you were, but it seemed that in their eyes, you were so much more than that.

"Our little fighter," the one at your side murmured, stretching upwards to hover beside your face.

"Are you not even finishing what you started?" you spit, your venom not nearly as effective when your voice sounded as if you were drugged and disgruntled.

"Oh, I will, little fighter. We're going to make sure you can take us before spreading you on our cocks and make you cry out in pleasure until you call us "god". But before that, you have to be good and let us take you to our nest. Bonding will take so much time, and you are much too vulnerable out here."

"Fuck you," you grunted, trying to elbow him, but your arm barely moved.

"Keep it up," he grinned. "Wouldn't want you to give up too easily. Breaking you in is part of the fun."

"You're a fucking monster after all."

The snakes hummed thoughtfully as you were finally pulled off the table. Instead of being dragged by your arms or wrapped in their tail, however, you were slung over the bigger brother's shoulder, feeling his hand immediately settle beneath your asscheek, not so subtly poking at your pussy with his claw.

"Let me go!" you demanded weakly, your sore hands pounding pitifully into his shoulder.

"And miss out on all this fun? I don't think so," the leaner brother answered.

"Mother told us you can't go back anyway," the one carrying you added, throwing salt into the wound. They were right, but that didn't mean you'd go down so easily, even if your legs were still quivering and your head throbbing with need. "They'll kill you on sight, won't they? And then they'll return you to the altar so we can eat you."

A hand clasped around your jaw, claws digging into your cheeks as your head was lifted to face the leaner brother. "You know we prefer a different taste," he grinned, and you felt your anger rise again together with the shame of his implication. Collecting your saliva and some of the residues of the aphrodisiac, you spit them into his face, not caring whatsoever what that meant for you.

The snake-man scrunched up his face, quickly wiping it away. "Save your drool," he snarled, and you grinned victoriously despite the clasp he held your face in.

But as if on cue, a large palm flattened against your ass, and you jolted forward on the shoulder, eyes blown wide open as you gasped. You couldn't believe it as the wave of pleasure finally crashed into your rockfest resolution, your toes curling upwards and your eyes rolled back, your orgasm hitting you harder than even the slap had.

"Oh, god," you whispered breathlessly while riding the high of pleasure and shame as you felt your juices leaking even through your panties, dripping and running down the body of the other stronger brother.

"Seems like you finally get it, sacrifice," the guy in front of you noted, brushing his thumb over your lips, which opened automatically to his beckoning.

"Let's go, brother," he urged. "Seems our little fighter needs just a bit more convincing as to why they'll love being ours. I can't wait to make their belly swell with our clutch, just like Mother has always told us."

"We're lucky we found a mate so quickly," the other agreed, and you let out a defeated huff, no more words to counter them with coming to your dazed thoughts.

Their tail set into motion, scales slithering over stone, while your mind drifted off, the aphrodisiac having too much of a hold on your conscience for you to be rid of it quickly. You were going to be taken by the monsters, and if you thought you were helpless before, your body now barely felt like it belonged to you. It was as if you weren't its master anymore, but that drug and those snakes were. You could only shiver, even though the air was getting hotter the closer you three got to the volcano, wondering if you at least fulfilled your duty as a sacrifice.

And when that duty would finally end.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

SKELIES MASTERLIST

(under editing)

Hey there traveler! Heard you like some... Certain skeletons huh? Well if yes, this is your lucky day!

(Rules to request are on the bottom btw.)

Female Angel reader x sans hcs

Sans talking about reader, and then reader appears right behind him

Sans realizing he has feelings for reader hcs

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Sans taking care of sick reader hcs

Sans and Cash think reader cheated because she's pregnant, a year later they find her with a babybones.

Mal and Mutt think reader cheated because she's pregnant, a year later they find her w a babybones.

Sans husband hcs

Cross, Fresh, Ink and Sans w reader booping them and running away

Red x male reader

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Swap bros x vampire reader

Honey trying to quit smoking and failing

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Younger brother group catching reader dancing and singing while cleaning

SWAPFELL SANS AND FELLSWAP SANS X READER HEADCANNONS (Separate

Rus meeting reader

Fellswap Gold bros x kind reader headcannos

Fellswap Gold bros x blind reader

Cross, Epic, Fresh and Wine w reader asking for a kiss

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Cross x reader smut

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Dust with best friend reader headcannons

Murder time trio with Hemophobic reader poly headcannos

Murder time trio + Nightmare with Goth reader

Nightmare x reader headcannons

Too late (Dream and Nighmare x reader).

Cross, Dream and Nightmare x singer reader

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Killer x insecure reader

Killer w hypersexual reader

Ink platonic headcannos

Star sanses x Godzilla reader

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Fresh w introvert reader

Epic with reader who's serious w everyone except him

Reader comforting Epic after a nightmare

Cross and Epic x tsundere reader

Epic w Jessica rabbit reader

Younger brother group w reader having a fatphobic family

Star sanses accidentally kissing reader on first meeting

US, UF and FSG bros x shy reader.

Bad sanses + Dream x Regina George Reader

US and FSG bros finding out reader has a chronic illness

Ink w affectionate reader

Lamia Cross in mating season w owner reader ( a bit NSFW)

Fresh, Epic and Reaper w hypersexual reader

Murder time Trio w reader who stalked them way before they met

Sans w reader who loves echo flowers

HALLOWEEN Specials:

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Cash x reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Dust x reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Error x reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Solaris x reader

CHRISTMAS Specials:

Nightmare x Christmas Elf reader ❄️

Sky, Red, Mutt and Coffee being under the mistletoe with reader ❄️

Younger brother group when reader makes ugly matching Christmas sweaters for them ❄️

(NSFW) Nightmare, Killer, Ted and Dust w reader wanting to wrap them like a gift for Christmas ❄️

(NSFW) Bad sanses w reader wearing a provocative Mrs Claus costume❄️

Nightmare w peré fouettard reader❄️

Series:

Bad sanses + Dream w reader who loves Christmas❄️

Younger brother group (minus Coffee and Mutt) under the mistletoe ❄️

Once in a Nightmare |part 1|

Skelies available for requests:

Undertale(Sans,Papyrus)

Underfell (Red, Edge)

Underswap (Sky, Honey)

Swapfell (Berry, Cash)

Fellswap (Mal, Mutt)

Fellswap Red (Rasp, Rus)

Fellswap Gold (Wine, Coffee)

HorrorTale (Axe, Willow)

HorrorFell (Hound, Noir

HorrorSwap (Rot, Butcher)

OuterTale (Comet, Cosmo)

OuterFell (Venus, Mars)

OuterSwap (Star, Meteor)

MafiaTale (Smoke, Spade)

MafiaFell (Butch, Boss)

MafiaSwap (Lucky, Bee)

EpicTale (Epic)

Bad sanses (Nightmare,Killer, Dust, Ted, Error, Cross)

Star sanses (Blue, Ink, Dream)

Multiverse sanses (Geno, Reaper, Cino, Fresh)

My Ocs

Blodus (Sans)

Solaris (Papyrus)

Now what you need to know to request!!

I'll write almost everything except for:

Ped0philia

R@pe

Incest

Extreme Gore

When you request, please specify these things:

The Skelies you want me to write

Platonic or romantic relationship

Reader's gender (I'll just write for gender neutral if there's no specific gender)

Specific skelie Groups for you to request :

The main skelies (Sans, Papyrus, Red, Edge, Sky, Honey, Berry, Cash, Rasp, Rus, Mal, Mutt, Wine and Coffee)

The original trio (Sans, Red and Sky)

The lazy six (Sans, Red, Honey, Cash, Mutt and Rus)

The energetic six (Papyrus,Edge, Sky, Berry, Mal and Rasp)

The swaped group (Sky, Honey, Berry, Cash, Mal, Mutt, Rasp, Rus, Wine and Coffee)

The Older Brother group (Sans, Red, Sky, Berry, Rasp, Mal and Wine)

The Younger Brother group (Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus, Mutt and Coffee)

Horror gang (Axe, Willow, Hound, Noir, Rot and Butch)

Space gang (Comet, Cosmo, Star, Meteor, Venus and Mars)

Mafia gang (Smoke, Spade, Hit, Boss, Lucky and Bee)

The Bad Sanses (Killer, Dust, Ted, Nightmare, Cross and Error)

Murder time trio (Killer, Dust and Ted)

The star Sanses (Dream, Ink and Blue)

The cool Sanses (Fresh, Epic and Cross)

The God Trio (Nightmare, Reaper and Error)

The omega timeline trio (Cino, Geno and Fresh)

Yes you can request a mix of skeletons who aren't in a specific group and yes you can request nsfw.

When requesting, keep in mind that if the group is big (6 or more) you can only request that group, if the group is small (3 or 4) you can request two groups. Now if you want to request a mix of random skeletons, the max for them is 8.

If you'd like you can be a type of anon/traveler, by example 💀anon or 🔥anon!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's it! I hope you stay and request something traveler!!

_____

Please do not repost any content from my blog.

[abbyfmc]

My Ideas for #YandereTober & Halloween:

You already read the title.

Yandere Immortal x Female Reader.

Yandere Kraken x Sailor or Pirate Reader.

Yandere Angel x Reader.

Yandere Demon x Reader(Human, angel or other demon).

Yandere Wendigo x Female reader.

Yandere Frankenstein monster x Female reader.

Yandere Scientific abomination x Female Scientist Reader.

Yandere Zombie x Survivor reader.

Yandere Parasyte x Female reader.

Yandere Dark king ghost x Urban explorer reader

Yandere Mad scientist x Subject of experiments reader.

Yandere Clown x Tourist Reader.

Yandere Master of ceremonies x Female Tourist Reader.

Yandere Freakshow x Female Tourist Reader.

Yandere Corpse Groom x Female Reader.

Yandere Drider or spider monster/abomination x Lost Explorer Reader.

Yandere Pirate x Mermaid Reader.

Yandere Vampire x Pregnant Human Reader.

Yandere Human x Angel (male or female) Reader.

Yandere Pumpkin Monster x Female Reader.

Yandere Priest or cultist x God/dess Reader.

Yandere Werewolf x Female reader.

Yandere Naga/Lamia x Fe/male reader.

Yandere Painter x Model Reader.

Yandere Wizard/Witch x Fe/male reader.

Yandere Scarecrow x Female Farmer Reader.

Yandere eldritch evil god x benevolent eldritch goddess.

Yandere serial killer(like a slasher) x Female Victim Reader.

Yandere Cannibal Family x Female Guest Reader.

Yandere Coraline (Concept).

Yandere Fairy.

[lovercraftian]

petplay blog: @spoiled-rotten-puppy

tag directory:

#lovercraftianisms — original posts

#misc monsters — nameless/not specific monsters

#werecreature fucker — were-anything (wolves or otherwise)

#fae fucker

#divine fucker — angels and gods

#eldritch fucker — larger-than-life, indescribable, or utterly horrifying creatures

#vampire fucker

#hoof fucker — minotaurs, centaurs, satyrs, etc.

#tentacles

#mermaid fucker — mermaids, mermen, and sirens

#orc fucker

#yandere fucker

#demon fucker

#snake fucker — nagas, lamias, etc.

#alien fucker

#wings fucker

#royalty fucker

#dragon fucker

#elf fucker

#bug fucker

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I have a request to make. Platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x child reader

Child Reader | Platonic Yandere Lamia Mitsuri Kanroji

“Well hello there little one!”

In the deep wilds of some undiscovered rainforest lies a people

Who believe in the legends of snake women and men stealing bachelors and bachelorettes

But not…children persay

So her ambition isn’t exactly like the others

But she never was like them anyway

With a pink scales and green tips to her tail and hair

She was an oddity anyway

Some in the lamia community would lovingly dub her ‘a freak of nature’ or ‘Natural Selection’s great mist(n)ake’

Despite being the strongest female in the area not many held that much respect for her

Maybe because she never had a reason to fight them as she traveled separately and skulked into a dark corners during mating season

She was just so lonely!

So when she found little hands playfully running against the scaled muscles of her tail, she wasn’t inclined to attack

Instead hiding the rest of her top half to let you play with the slimmer side of her tail

Bongos, a table, something to jump over

She lets you have your fun before quietly revealing herself, still hiding a good bit of her tail

“What are you playing now (Y/n)?”

“Lift the heavy tail!”

“Oooh can I help?”

She falls even deeper in love the less you seem to care about her reptilian half

Even the other humans politely choose to look away…especially since she’s gained a bit of a following for her uniqueness

Not to mention you’re an orphan–one of the devoted followers tell her

Of course she’s not going to ask if that was the case before they met because she doesn’t care

But you seem delighted to return to the little burrow cave she had the lackeys build

“Soo? Will you stay with your Mama snake? We can eat those tasty berries again.”

“Oh and the red fishes too?”

“Yup, the red fishes too!”

“Yay!” 

You really don’t mind the cooled coils when the fun is done simply enjoying her soft but firm embrace when night falls

The ones who seem to have a problem are the lamias and nagas who don’t want to upset their balance with humankind

Too bad their attempts to snuff you out or relocate you back to human society is what sets Mitsuri off

Not the bullying, not the rumors, not the exclusion

No 

Its them coming for her little snakelet

And suddenly the reptilian community is in danger whether it be her or her delightful little helpers

“Not my snakelet, I’ll shred you to pieces if you touch them!” 

[carnivorousyandeere]

Still working out her personality but our Naga yan has a brown, orange, black, and white piebald tail, vitiligo, heterochromia, and “calico” hair cut in a short, tomboyish style

[fluffyflowersstuff]

I did it!!!

Finally :''з

Alan the lamia

[midnightlee25]

I have a request to make. Lamia esdeath, what would that be like?

Random Yandere Headcanons: Lamia Esdeath

She is much larger than her human counterpart being that she is 10 feet long. Her serpent lower half is pale blue with a white underbelly. 

With agility and strength matched with poisonous fangs and dagger-like claws she is still a deadly being. 

Yet she is very soft and gentle with her darling, careful not to crush them and keeps her tail wrapped around them most of the time.

She greatly enjoys their body heat so cuddly with her darling is a must.

She is determined to keep her darling safe and sound plus making sure they have no chance of leaving she will make a sort of “nest” in the deepest cave she can find that will be hard for anyone to get in or out of.

She will still have her ice abilities, adding that her venom can lower a person's body heat until they freeze to death from the inside out.

[crazytea5]

I have come to make a request for part two of platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri and Obanai, where reader has just been trying to escape nonstop for u ass as she see for the past month she’s been in there home. Please and thank you.

I am so sorry this is so late it's just I had so many ideas to make this as perfect as this request is so sorry if its shitty.

---------------------------------------------------------- Monday 19th August

Today was like any other day. Reader trying to escape, Mitsuri catching them and then Obanai punishing them. Reader never tried to escape during the night before, Mitsuri and Obanai knew they were afraid of the dark so they weren't afraid to leave Reader alone at night. Eventually Mitsuri came into the room to check on Reader. They were asleep...or so she thought. The second she left Reader grabbed a rope and used it to escape from the window, the second they got into the woods they started running. They got to a small village and decided to hide there for the time being.

~Time Skip to 3 years later when Reader is 15~

Tuesday 9th November

Reader had been pursuing a good life ever since escaping Mitsuri and Obanai 3 years ago. They had started writing books and looking for publishers. Today was meant to be like any other day, look for a publisher and (maybe) get their book published. "I'm sorry ma'am but your book doesn't reach our standards." The published said, this was the 5th publisher today. Reader didn't want to do this but they had to go to the new publisher's building. When they entered they realised why no new authors who had entered this building had ever left...corpses and blood covered the inside of the building. Suddenly Obanai popped up from behind a Piller. "Long time no see kiddo..." He said before Mitsuri suddenly grabbed Reader. "Little one! Your back!" She squealed in joy. Reader then realised...they could never escape Obanai and Mitsuri. No matter how hard they tried. They attempted daily to escape only this time Obanai and Mitsuri weren't against using torture against them.

~1 month later~

They had just tried to escape so Mitsuri had cut their legs off and Obanai grabbed a coping saw. "Let's see how much it hurts." He started using the coping saw on Reader...

---------------------------------------------------------- Hi! I'm sorry this is so short for a story you waited so long for it's just while writing this my mental health went to shit and I almost flatlined myself. Thankfully I'm better now and managed to continue this. If you wish you can ask for a part 3 and I'll try to post it quicker than what I did with this one.

-CrazyTea5

[colourstreakgryffin]

scratch that lamia Obanai request cause I got a better one. Platonic yandere lamia Obanai with a darling reader who absolutely fucking LOVES snakes.

Fuck yes, let’s goooo! My lovely danger noodle~! Now he is a actual danger noodle! Obi~!

Yandere! Platonic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Naga! Iguro Obanai

Obanai always scared humans away, when one would cross him. Hissing and whipping his mighty tail as he could never associate with humans, they’re all cowards and hate anything slightly different. His nasty opinion on humans change when he meets you

Somebody who didn’t run away or scream. Somebody who played with his black and white striped serpentine tail, whilst asking how it came to be. He is very confused but he doesn’t bother scaring you off as he just watches you stroke his tail, wonder and amazement crashing on him like a waterfall

Obanai falls in love with you in a instant and he just can’t be away from you, you live in his mind rent free. Obanai is grumpy and irritated when you aren’t before him and when you return to chat with him, his world brightens up again. You’ve taken his heart, please look after it

Obanai is a very scary Yandere, both platonic and romantic. His growing obsession over you is to keep you as his friend, keep you loving him and his snakely attributes so you’ll avoid other humans. They can’t do what he can do! And he doesn’t mind getting a bit violent to get what he wants

Obanai definitely not above taking his rivals’ lives away. In-fact, he will happily kill every other friend you have so you end up alone and desperate for friendship. Obanai tracks down his enemies and chokes them out with his tail, threatening them and roaring that they will die before they even look at you again

And yes. Every human he tracks down, never comes back as he either snaps their neck or tears out their vital organs. He won’t bring back the body, but he hides them from you as to avoid making you scared of him

Obanai stalks you all the time when you aren’t right besides him and chatting away. He needs to know everything he possibly can to use to make you fall deeper in passionate love for him so you won’t stop being his friend and admiring his snake frame. It’s all means to keep you as his and make him you’re only friend

Obanai coils himself around you and holds you in the bundle of his tail when you proclaim you’re tired. It’s not that warm, but it’s tall enough to act as a bed and when you fall asleep, his heart leaps for the skies. You like him a lot, you just must!

Obanai isn’t use to praise at all. He just thought of himself as morbidly hideous for his Naga anatomy and disgusting face scars but you never care about that. You like him and his Naga anatomy a lot, since you always say you love snakes. He plays a lot into being a snake

Obanai‘s acting has gotten a lot better as he has to pretend somebody else is after you, when it’s actually him, who is behind the curtain and pulling the strings to take away everybody who loves you. But he’d rather die then let you know that and try run away from him

Even Platonic! Obanai is as possessive, obsessive and delusional, just like his usual Yandere self. He genuinely believes he is entitled to you since you accepted him and you let him live with you, and he clings onto you anytime he is with you in public. He doesn’t usually go out but when he does, he is pulling you away from people with half-ass excuses

Obanai will eventually kidnap you and take you to his burrow, away from humanity. Sure, he isn’t in love with you in that way, his love is platonic but it’s so powerful that he doesn’t want to find a mate or any of the sorts. He just wants you to stay his friend forever and he curls himself around you, hugging you as you sob in fear

You were completely tricked and it hurt. Obanai seemed like a sweet shy Naga who just needed friends. No, he is a sick obsessed psycho who has forced you into a cave, against your will. He broke your heart but his delusion-fucked mind won’t recognise that, convinced you are relieved that it’s just you two now

“Dokusha. You can barely walk, allow me to help, you’re exhausted. What? No. I can pick you up, I have the strength to. Plus, you weigh like the sweetest gentle leaves— I mean, you weigh nothing!”