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A demon lover who is trying to learn human customs learns about Halloween. He's interested in trying out some of the scarier stuff humans do, only to find that none of it fazes him. Haunted houses, ghost stories, fake blood on Halloween costumes. All of it is just so tame by demonic standards.

However- once he learns about the human "tradition" of making out during the scary parts of a horror movie he's suddenly the biggest scaredy cat in the world. Yes, that cheap jumpscare really did frighten him- that means you two can kiss right?

#god I need to write

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Out in the wilderness, far away from skyscrapers, there are other things that fill the horizon.

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Alfie the Minotaur: Part One

You wouldn't exactly expect Hepheastus Academy to be the breeding ground for romance that it is. But yes, it is. And by grounds, we mean dirt this time. And the dirt is up turned and messy. Romance blooms, much like the student gardens on campus. Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

The campus cafeteria usually opened early every morning, it was one of the things you knew you could rely on. You enjoyed the coffee when it was fresh, and they had these interesting little pastries you would get along with whatever breakfast sandwich was being served. Today, you had hoped they would make something with bacon, perhaps even use that rare bit of gruyère that came into stock once in a blue moon.

Instead, as you rounded the corner from the parking garage to the front of the campus, all you saw was a ripped up lawn and security tape wrapped around the cafeteria doors.

“Oh no,” you murmured under your breath as you looked at the carnage. You stepped onto the sidewalk, looking down at the lawn which was diverted so deep you could lay down in it like a coffin. Dirt and debris was kicked up, chunks of grass was strewn everywhere. Flowers. Bushes. All the wonderful colorful things on the front lawn were totally destroyed.

You frowned, not because of the missed breakfast, but because you knew the front lawn of Hephaestus Academy was considered a work of art. The groundskeeping team took pride in their work.

“Keery is going to freak the heck out,” you mumbled to yourself. You took out your phone and wondered if you should call her, or if it would be rubbing salt into the wound. Keery had been part of the gardening department for years now, she’d be crushed to see what had happened.

You walked down the street a bit, heading towards a little bistro that sustained itself on late students and teachers wanting to escape the academy for a moment. As you were about to cross the street you heard a sniffle.

In the shadows of the trees, where the walkway was shadowed by the building, someone was sitting with their head in their hands. You approached gingerly, taking small steps as the person continued to sniffle and huff.

“Are you okay?” You asked with a hint of caution. This was Hephaestus Academy, and after an accident on the lawn it really could be anybody. “If you’re hurt, I work with the medical response team.”

“No, I’m fine,” the man sniffled. “Just frustrated.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you murmured.

The man slowly stood, revealing himself to be quite big. Was it one of the heroes on campus? He was certainly built like it. But as he stepped into some light, you saw he was wearing dark blue coveralls with the academy logo emblazoned on the pocket and back.

He dusted off his rear then sighed heavily. “Nothing to apologize for.” He stepped further out into the light, keeping his head down. The large minotaur was a well known sight on campus. His strawberry blonde fluffy hair, and chocolate pink muzzle, along with his large figure stood out, even amongst the heroes of the school. He had worked there since long before you started.

“Mr. Findlay.” Your stomach churned as you tried to think of something comforting for him. After all, it was all his hard work on the lawn that was destroyed. “You weren’t here when it happened, I hope?”

He shook his head, strawberry blonde fluff was clipped back from his big, brown eyes. “No. Happened late last night,” he grumbled.

“That’s…good-” You trailed off from your words. “Do you want me to get you anything at the bistro, Mr. Findley?” You had no idea what to offer aside from that.

He looked at you and a sort of smile crossed his face. “Call me Alfie. I’m not a teacher here,” he half heartedly chuckled. “I’m a bit too upset for anything to eat right now, but uh…thanks.”

You looked over the destroyed lawn. “Maybe it’s not so bad. I mean, Keery’s told me you like planning and trying to find native plants to grow. She-” you began to lose your momentum and second guessed what you were saying. “Keery told me you were looking for a way to incorporate a communal garden so-” You turned weak and mushy, wanting to run away from your own words.

Alfie took in a deep, deep breath that puffed out his already thick chest. His ears flopped up and as he let his breath out, that sort of smile became a full smile. “That’s a good way to look at it. I’ve been upset all morning over what was destroyed, you know?” He glanced down at you. “So you know my Keery huh? She’s one of my best workers.”

You nodded, swallowing down a bit of fear. “We were roommates during freshman year of college. We’ve just stuck with each other ever since.”

His eyes widened and his ears perked up again. “Oh! I know you!”

A jolt traveled all the way through your spine.

His smile grew wider, his eyes a little bit brighter so they resembled balls of caramel. “Keery talks about you all the time. You’re the one who found that ginseng plant in your backyard she brought in.”

You nodded. “Yeah. It was in my folk’s yard back home. It was thanks to Keery I even knew what I was looking at,” you chuckled softly. “I thought it’d be nice to have on campus, considering it could be used for the med team too.”

“It was a good find. I’ve always wanted to try and grow it myself.” He sighed and looked back out across the lawn, a bit of defeat returned to his gaze. “Ah but…you go on and get your food. That bistro is going to be a mess in a few minutes, what with the cafeteria closed. I should be getting to work, figuring out how we’re gonna clean this up today.”

“It’ll be okay,” you tried one last attempt at comforting. “You’ll have this looking better than it did in no time.”

Alfie sighed. “Yeah, hope so.” He waved then walked on towards the brunt of the damage.

The day progressed somewhat normally from there. Aside from detours on campus to avoid the front lawn, everything ran as smoothly as could be expected. You sat near the window in the medical wing, just so you could keep an eye on the grounds below, checking in to watch Keery and the rest of the team doing their best to fill in the large divot.

As you were cleaning up your work area at the end of the day, your phone chimed. While the head of the department gave you the eye, it was the end of the day, so she didn’t fuss at you for having your phone.

You sneakily took your phone out still, seeing Keery had sent a text. “Grounds team is going to The Tower. Come join us.”

“Hard day?” You asked.

“You have no clue. I’m outside if you’re on your way.”

You headed out, finding Keery looking over the front lawn with several others of the grounds team. All of them looked exhausted and haggard, but still they wanted to all go to The Tower to cap the day off.

Keery leaned into you as you walked down the street. “Thank you for coming.”

“I’m just a designated driver to you,” you sighed dramatically.

“You’re more than that. You’re also going to hold my wallet in your giant tote bag,” Keery teased.

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “I like their appetizers here.”

Keery sighed with relief. “My treat, get a few since I’ll probably be crashing with you tonight. Your bed is so much nicer than mine, and my back isn’t going to want to cooperate regardless.”

Inside The Tower the live music was playing, soft guitar and bongos filled the stairwell as you climbed up towards the top. The scent of hot wings and spilled beer wafted through the door as you stepped inside. The old wood floors creaked as rowdy cheering burst from the pool tables.

“Over here!” Alfie waved you down from the row of tables he was guarding. He smiled as you came over, pulling out chairs for you and Keery. “Lady Ginseng, good to see you again.”

You cheeks flushed. “You too, Alfie. You look in better spirits.”

“Lady Ginseng?” Keery chuckled.

“We met this morning.” Alfie took a seat across from you. “She kept me from losing my marbles this morning.”

Keery picked up a drink menu from between the condiments on the table. “She’s good at that.”

“How was it today?” You asked.

“Awful,” he huffed. He took out one of his clips to adjust his fluffy hair. “But, we’ve got the divot filled in, we’ll smooth it out tomorrow, clean up, get grass planted, then figure out plans from there.”

Keery set down the drink menus as the waiter approached. “He’s talking about that communal garden again.”

“It wouldn’t be too hard. Not until they approve the greenhouse for whatever semester they deem reasonable,” Alfie laughed.

“I didn’t know they were planning a greenhouse.” You took a menu from the waiter and requested ice water.

Keery scoffed. “They aren’t. He is.””

Alfie let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve been trying to get the program off the ground for ages. I’ve even been working with the culinary department in hopes of upping our chances. But funds for the school are very particular these days. Lots of people in power are even questioning the need for this academy.”

“Not everyone likes heroes, I guess,” you muttered.

As more of the grounds team came into The Tower, the more Alfie’s attention was drawn away. You and Keery kept mostly to yourself, joined by a few others on the team.

Later, Keery went to the pool table to play, while you stayed at the table to enjoy the live music. Alfie came back, taking his seat and turning to look at the band himself.

“Not a pool player?” You asked.

He scrunched up his face and shook his head. “I’m not a sportsman at all.”

From his appearance, you wouldn’t have guessed that. “Really?”

“Never got into it much. Was always a farm boy. Tried playing football in school, but I was so terrible at it. Even T-ball was a challenge.”

You smiled, trying to keep from appearing too amused. “I get it.”

“You look like a swimmer,” Alfie remarked.

You snorted and cupped your hand over your mouth as you laughed. “Oh gosh, no! I’m just a bean pole. For some reason I can’t sink. I just float and can’t do anything.”

Alfie just smiled. “Too full of hot air?”

You grinned. “Maybe.”

Alfie’s eyes glanced back towards the stage. He seemed distant for a moment, then he sat up straight and turned himself to face you, holding his half full beer between both hands. “So, med team huh? What’s that like?”

“You know that show Harmony Hospital?” You asked.

Alfie nodded and took a sip of his drink. “The one that’s basically a soap opera but played during the evenings?”

“Yeah! That one. It’s absolutely nothing like that. In fact I think it’s more paperwork than actual medical work most days.” You shrugged.

“I guess that’s a relief?”

“Sometimes, I’ll take paperwork over romantic drama any day,” you laughed.

Alfie nodded, looking down at his beer then back at the band. “What’s your call to arms then? Like…do you do bandages, stitches?”

“Teeth.”

He looked at you confused.

“I’m a dental assistant for the time being,” you chuckled. “But I’m working my way up from there. I got a scholarship to do this work program at the academy.”

“They have a dental team?”

“Hey now, lots of fighting happens around the face area.” Your circle your fingers around your head. “Do you know how many broken teeth I’ve had to deal with this month alone? Caps, fillings, x-rays, this school sees lots and lots of all those.”

Alfie had a smile on his face. “Do you like working in mouths?”

You gave him the eye. You got that question a lot. It was like working with mouths and feet were the weirdest things a person could focus on. “No weirder than the rest of the natural body. Everything about that is weird.”

Alfie gave a nod. “Okay. I’ll agree to that.”

You looked back towards the band as the song began to change. “It’s a family thing too. I’m just used to it.”

“Is your mom the tooth fairy?”

You turned back to Alfie. “No, my dad. Why?”

A shy smile crossed his face and he shook his head. “Just that…you look like a fairy. That’s all.”

Your stomach flip flopped and you looked back at the band. “Oh well, uh…thanks I guess.”

“I was trying to go for a compliment. It sounded way too corny didn’t it?” Alfie laughed. “Geez. I’m sorry.”

“Good attempt.”

“Maybe I can try again,” he said with a much quieter tone.

You weren’t sure you heard him over the music. You leaned further over the table to get closer to him. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

His expression was embarrassed, maybe he didn’t want to be heard right away. “I said: maybe I can try again.” he spoke a bit clearer, but there was an obvious lilt to his voice.

You had to giggle. “The fairy thing?”

Alfie laughed, brushing aside some of his fluffy hair that had come loose. “Maybe, over coffee?”

Your heart spiked and you fidgeted with your fingers for a moment. “Coffee? I don’t think it’s very good here.”

Alfie shook his head and pointed towards the exit. “In the morning,” he offered. “I’m much better in the mornings.”

“Oh uh…yeah. Me too.” You returned his shy smile with another. “I usually go to the cafeteria, but I don’t know when they’re going to open it back up.”

Alfie had moved aside his beer and was leaning more against the table. “The bistro down the way maybe? That’s where you were going this morning, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was.” You looked around the room, unsure where to focus your eyes. Your cheeks were warm, and your stomach was bubbling up a storm. “Sorry, I’m not used to getting asked out.”

The smile that spread across his face did some to soothe your nerves. “I’m sure Lady Ginseng is much more accustomed to proper courting. But I’m just a silly little farm boy. If I see a chance, I’ll take it.” He scratched behind his ear, and some of that fluffy hair spilled from the clip.

You bit the inside of your cheek, nerves bubbling up much more than your excitement. There was a conversation you often had to have when this sort of thing happened. It wasn’t a first date sort of thing, let alone a coffee thing, but it always came up eventually. You never had much success with it, but Alfie seemed kind. Perhaps, this once, you could risk it.

“Never courted,” you let out a laugh. “Chance well took I would say.”

Alfie nodded over to the pool table where you became aware that Keery was watching you both intently while also trying to pretend she was into the game. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to ask Keery a few things before I approached you.”

You met Keery’s gaze and she ducked her head down. “What did you ask? Maybe I can clear some things up,” you laughed.

“Just the basics. If it was okay to ask you out. If I was even your type. Were you seeing someone-” he shook it off in chagrin. “Eh, you know. The questions you kind of want to hear from the best friend.”

The music had gotten soft again, so you could hear him without having to shout back and forth. “What did she say about my type? I’m curious now.”

Alfie laughed. “Ah well, she told me it’s not so much a type as a uh…vibe.” He let out an anxious laugh. “I hate that word but it fits here.”

You agreed with that, nodding a long. “And what did she say about that?”

“Cozy came up. I’m not sure what cozy means or-” he looks down at himself. “Let's face facts, I look like a cozy guy.”

Your face burned more as you giggled along. You wouldn’t dare say it, but there had been many a conversation with members of the med team about Alfie as he worked. His butt was often brought up, his hands too. He was a common appearance, so he was a topic of conversation a lot. You could admit he was a good looking fellow. You liked how his strawberry blonde hair and chocolate strawberry nose made him look so cute and happy. You liked how excited he was about his work. You found passions attractive, and Alfie did fit that.

The waiter came by, setting down a glass of sweet tea before Alfie. “But I think it means something else. Not sure what. Maybe I’ll get to find out for myself.”

Cheering from across the room at the TV forced silence between you two for a moment. When it was quiet you gazed at one another and had a small laugh.

You nodded at him. “Maybe. I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Alfie looked down at his tea, grinning from ear to ear. “Looking forward to it, Lady Ginseng.”

“How come Lady Ginseng?” You leaned back over the table. “I’ve wanted to ask you that all night but haven’t had the opportunity to.”

He shrugged. “It just came out as word soup when I saw you. I’m afraid I couldn’t remember your name right away. And rather than fumbling and failing at recalling it, I just popped that out. You found the ginseng and you seem kind of, I dunno, a bit regal to me.”

You laughed a bit too loudly then cupped your hand over your mouth, smiling bashfully back at Alfie. “A fairy and regal? Boy, you’re going to find out a lot about me that fits neither one of those.”

He just grinned. “That’s the whole point of these things, isn’t it?”

Part Two coming soon, or beat the wait and check it out over on Patreon!

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Guys I think I’m gonna make more short-form stuff and maybe make some character bios

Like the long form fics are fun but I just can’t get myself to write them at a consistent pace so we’ll see when those get finished

Send me any ideas y’all have, monsters, yans, asks about my guys once I have the character bios done, whatever I just need to get writing again lol

Sorry if this isn’t what y’all wanted to see from this blog and sorry that it’s been so long, motivation is hard :/

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loser catboy reader you say? I'll take your entire stock!

Loser Catboy reader who sees the popular of cutesy, soft streamers and sets up a camera to rake in the dough and finally replace that body pillow they clawed up during their last late night session browsing the internet with their doors locked. On stream they're just another adorable soft kitten, but in reality they're a greasy, sweaty mess that probably should have been neutered at some point. Nearly throws themself out the window everytime their chat calls them their sweet kitty and wants to call them things that'd definitely get them banned if their simps didn't come racing to defend them.

It's when they play a PVP game that their future nature is revealed as they hurl insults that'd make a middle school bully teary eyed at their options which they quickly apologize for, but their viewers love this side of them all the same. Everyone has their bad days, they assure - few willfully oblivious to the fact that this is they're everyday. The masochists of their viewers beg them to act like this more often and maybe direct a bit of their harsh language at them. Reader calls them all freaks while still happily getting off to nudes they send in

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Yan Chat Member: You saved my life. Without you, I don't know if I could live another day. You're so beautiful and your fur looks so soft. If I could play with your tails I'd die a happy person. Mortal possessions mean nothing to me now, so please take all my money

Loser CatBoy, holding up their hands like paws: Thank you so much for your donation! I'm so glad I could may your day a little better, nya. Remember we're all routing for you, friend! Have a good night!

[Reader turns off the stream, rolling a blunt filled with weed and catnip]

Loser CatBoy: You haven't had to work retail topay your rent in two years, Y/n. Stay strong.

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Yan Chat Member: Ahhh! Please stick your claws in me someday, kitten! ><

Loser Catboy: how bout I stick my cock in your mouth and pour my "milk" down your fuckin throat, loser-

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Loser Catboy: Quit sending your fucking addresses in the chat.

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Loser Catboy: How much would you guys pay me to jerk off on screen lol

Chat:

"My life savings."

"All of my vital organs and blood."

"Real question is how much would I have to pay for you to do it on my face."

"I'm outside your window."

Loser Catboy, getting hard over their desperation and already jerking off under the table: Fucking freaks-

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Can we get a zombie horde with a gn! Reader where their abusive family finds them again?

after years of inactivity im fucking back ! sorry for the long long wait but at least im able to put out a few more fics !

Zombie Horde!Reader's Abusive Family Finds Them Again

CW: verbal abuse, abusive family, (mentioned) being rejected food

💀 You haven't always been alone in your travels, in fact, you were with your family when the outbreak happened. But to be fair, you never liked your family..

💀 They would always bully you, boss you around, even put the blame on you whenever something bad happened, the torment didn't end even when there were zombies banging on your doors!

💀 In fact, because of the virus, they got even more cruel to you.

💀 They would take away your food rations for any small mistake you did, make you take the night watch for days on end, even send you out to get supplies just because 'you talked back that one time'!

💀 You couldn't take it anymore and left, knowing anywhere would be better than being stuck in a house of people who did nothing but torture you.

💀 You thought you were safe from them, cuddled up with Ribs in your bed as the others wandered around the abandoned mall, but it all came back when you heard a familiar voice shout out your name from the distance..

💀 "(Y/N)?! I know you're here you runt!"

💀 It was your dad...

💀 Ribs sat up as soon as he heard it and snarled, crawling out of bed and going out to see the commotion.

💀 Your heart raced as you followed him, but it was hard to walk with your body trembling at the thought of seeing him or any of your family again.

💀 "Jesus there's four of them!" "What are you waiting for you stupid bitch?! Shoot em!"

💀 It seems your mom was also there..

💀 You run the broken escalator and see the horde fighting with your family, gunshots ring throughout the mall as you see your beloveds blasted with bullets.

💀 You weren't scared though, they were dead after all, but it was still heartbreaking seeing them get hurt.

💀 You pick up a nearby rock and throw it at your dad to get his attention away from the boys. They all look at you, your family glaring at you while the horde coos at your presence.

💀 "(Y/N) you come here right this fucking second we're coming home!" Your mother shouts at you, walking over angrily and grabbing your arm strong enough to leave a red ring.

💀 Bo fumes and pulls her of you "You stay away from my mate ya hear me?!" he growls.

💀 "It talks?!" She yelps as your dad comes over as well. "Mate? Don't tell me you're hangin out with these monsters! Are you that much of a dumbass?!" he scolds you.

💀 You shrink, knowing whatever you say will make things worse..

💀 "Why you little whore.." Your dad growls, about to slap you, but Screw runs over and pushes your dad away, sending him back a few feet.

💀 Ribs and Soda smile and clap as Bo and Screw help you up.

💀 "You ok darlin?" Bo asks you in a sweet tone. "Is your arm ok? Does is hurt? Do you need a bandaid? I have a pink one with a cat on it.." Screw looks at the mark your mother gave you.

💀 You smile and assure them everything's ok.

💀 "Fucking freaks..(Y/N) do you hear me?! Get your ass up and let's go!" Your dad yells at you again as he stand up.

💀 "They're not going anywhere mean guy!" Ribs growls at him.

💀 Your mom is to the side next to Soda, she sneers at him and he looks back at her, giving her the middle finger, making her scoff and look away.

💀 In a shaky tone, you ask how they found you. You've cut off contact with them for months, there was no way they could find you..

💀 "Hah! Your dumbass thought you were just some person in the middle of nowhere? Half the state knows about your little talkin freak boyfriends!"

💀 You look down in shame as Bo and Screw comfort you "I think it's about time you folks leave..." Bo says, glaring at your parents.

💀 "Oh no you're not kicking us out! We came all this way to get this ungrateful little leech back! We gave them shelter and this is how they repay us?! You should've learned your place and stayed put!" he berates you. You finally snap and yell back at him, telling him all the things you've endured in their household, how you were treated like dirt every day, how you were much better off without them.

💀 Finally you firmly tell them to leave, pointing to the exit as you look at him with no fear left in your eyes. He scoffs "Fine..go get killed on your own then! Don't come to us for any fucking help!" he yells as he leaves, your mom in tow.

💀 Ribs laughs at them as they leave while Soda smiles at you.

💀 After the whole interaction, you were completely exhausted, the boys huddling up with you to calm you down.

💀 You give them all well-deserved kisses for protecting you, they all coo and chirp at the affection and kiss you back.

💀 "Do you still want that bandaid?" Screw asks you softly.

💀 You say yes.

this one was pretty short but expect more fics to be sent soon ! love you guys and remember that youre awesome and amazing !

#they’re so sweet :)

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Hey everyone, I wrote a book!!

A new kingdom, a new king, a new life. But nothing ever really changes for squires. A banished knight has no choice but to abandon his home in search of a new kingdom to serve. That knight's squire, on the other hand, is less content with being pulled around due to someone else’s mistakes. When a dark figure offers the squire a second chance, how could he not take it? However, this deal might be more than he bargained for. A disenchanted squire with more potential than he realizes and a cunning mage who might not be as proficient at magic as she claimed join forces to save themselves by fulfilling their end of a cursed bargain: to kill the king.

If you're interested you can preorder a copy of the ebook here and preorders for the physical books will be open soon. The hardback, paperback, and ebook are all going to be released on October 3

#YAYYYYY #WINNNN

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Since you mentioned the Frankenhounds (one of my favs of yours)

I always remember those videos of Queen Elizabeth where she enters a room with her running corgis entourage, and I just imagine scientist reader with the Frankenhounds, but instead of cute corgis it's terrifying, stitched up murder machines.

Still cuties tho!

A new face in town always called for celebration. Don't see many of those too often, and with the gradually declining population for mysterious and unknown causes they were a blessing.

A corporate hot-shot decided they had enough of the city life and shipped themselves and their earthly possessions off to the closest town that allowed them to work remotely from their high paying job. To the surprise of neighbors who arrived with baked goods and freshly picked fruits, they had already started the process of planning a get together to meet everyone they'd see on the daily. The townspeople were so thrilled they forgot the tiny detail that there was one person who wasn't as welcoming as the rest. The party began without a hitch, but something felt out of place for the new face. The one person they were more excited to meet had yet to make their presence known as as their absence persisted they began to worry they might not show at all.

"Excuse me? Do you happen to have a number I can use to all the scientist?"

Though the tap on their shoulder was enough to alert the neighbor still wearing their carrier uniform, their eyes pop out of their sockets like billiard balls as they choke down a mouthful of food. "You... invited them?"

Puzzled by their sudden change, the new neighbor flashes a concerned smile. "Yes? Some articles of their work came up when I was doing research of your town, though most were slightly vague about what they do. They replied to my email saying they'd be around as soon as they could, and they'd bring their dogs if I allowed."

The mail carrier's eyes are just about ready to shoot out their skull. They make a grab for their bag - discarding their fallen cap as they gather their things. "Great party, but something's come up. Be seeing you, if you survive. Where are my keys... where are my..."

A sharp whistle pierces the air. All color, and hope, drains from the carrier's face as the yard's back entrance is pawed opened by a clawed hand - stitches running down the length of its furred limb. It retreats into the darkness as a lone figure steps out into view. Eyes follow them from all corners as they stride meticulously towards the larger group of party-goers, face void of greater expression than tight lips and a passive gaze. They scan the crowd, locating the newcomer with ease. A small smile forms - never meeting your eyes.

"Mx. Wilson. So good to finally meet you. Since this is our first meeting I must inform you I am not one to mingle with... others. I allow this an exception as you were unaware of this fact, and seemed so excited to meet my sweet pups - and I have to say they are quite eager to meet you as well."

The braver of the crowd regain function of their limbs, and take their attempt to flee as you bring two fingers to your limbs - but it's too late. Heavy panting and soft howls join the piercing shriek of your call in a sympathy of the chaos soon to follow. One by one, your howls spill into the yard - the newcomers eyes wide with newfound terror as the years long terror resurfaces in your existing neighbors.

The hounds knock over tables and chairs, barking and hissing at all who infer with their path. They corner those more expressive of their fear in tight shapes - bursting into maniacal laughter as they attempt to fling their bodies over the walls. The smallest of the group volts over to the snack table, scooping as many appetizers as they possibly could on one plate and balances the heavy weight in their claws - gifting their gracious offering to you as they kneel at your feet. You pick through the treats, patting their head as you pop one into your mouth. The others sniff out the outsider as they run for their house, dragging them back over to you and pinning them to the earth as you tower over them. You kneel, offerings a single fruit which they refuse. You chuckle.

"Oh, come now - don't be like that. We're only welcoming you to the neighborhood. My pups even when through the trouble of getting you a gift."

The fourth and most unpredictable of your hounds begins to convulse violently. They wheeze and sputter on the grass - jaws lax as they choke up something white and thin. You stroke their back, aiding them through their expulsion of whatever was lodged in their throat. Clinging to your leg, they spit out an entire human hand striped of its bone and still intact at the joints. With Halloween right around the corner, you'd say it was more a thoughtful gift than warning.

"And if I haven't said it all ready, welcome to the neighborhood."

#mmmm ouppy dog

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MONSTER DATING SIM CONCEPT ART

Heyo here's the werewolf character ! let me know which design you prefer ! (click for a better look at the images)

I'd really appreciate it if you could reblog this (but no pressure <3)

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MONSTER DATING SIM CONCEPT ART

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[creeps-and-creatures]

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[creeps-and-creatures]

Ozzie the Werewolf & Tryfon the Naiad

Let's go back to Hearthway Hollow. The ranger's station there is an interesting place, and we've been there before briefly. But now, we get to see some of the inner workings, especially when there is some construction outside. Trans Male Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster

The sound of rain filtered in through your sleep addled brain. You faded back into reality as rain hissed on the tin roof of your cabin. Sitting up in bed, you rubbed your eyes, squinting to see the steel gray that colored the world outside. You sighed, reaching for your glasses and then stretching. Joints popped, back snapped and you sighed in rumination on all those sounds coming from your body alone.

You then looked to the other side of the bed, seeing the obvious signs someone had slept there, but were no longer present. But the light to the bathroom was on, so that meant he was still here.

You got up from bed, tugging on a pair of old basketball shorts as you made your way into the kitchen. The rental cabin was small, barely three rooms if you included the bathroom. But for work, it was fine. You turned on the coffee pot to get started, yawning as you poured water into the back.

Strong, hairy arms slipped around you from the back, hugging your belly as the rest of the body came to rest upon your back. “You’re up early.”

You relaxed as his embrace melted you together. “I figured even with all the rain we’d still have some sort of work meeting.”

Ozzie’s warm hands rubbed up your stomach to your chest. You turned your head back, kissing him while you turned completely around.

“I’m glad for the rain, it’s keeping you around a lot longer,” Ozzie murmured.

“The crew gets paid one way or another,” you sighed. “This is a government job after all. We won’t leave until the facilities are built.”

Ozzie kissed you again, nuzzling your neck. “Never thought I’d meet a cute guy at work.”

You were trying to keep your head above the warm waters Ozzie was pulling you under. “That’s because you work with your family.”

Ozzie laughed, kissing your cheek again. “Only most of them are family.” He let you escape, stepping aside to look into the tiny fridge. “Maybe I should order something for breakfast.”

“I’m sure there’s donuts or something at work I can get,” you said.

Ozzie smirked, his dark five-o’clock shadow was particularly sexy that morning. He brushed back his hair from his face. “Now, I don’t know about you city types, but I like to buy breakfast for my partner when I cum in them.”

Your face turned bright red and you cleared your throat, adjusting your glasses as you thought they would steam up. “Ozzie, c’mon now.”

He chuckled and pulled out the two mugs from the sink. “Last night was good. Better than it has been.”

A rush swept through your chest as you recalled the night before. “You're my first since-” You touched the scars on your chest, running under each pec. “Well, I told you that whole story. But, yeah, last night was…whew.” You breathed out heavily and both of you laughed.

Ozzie kissed your shoulder before pouring coffee into the cups. “I wonder what your other admirer would have thought.”

“The fishing warden?” You asked. “No. Tryfon’s annoyed I fell into his precious river. He’s more likely to kill me than kiss me.”

Ozzie grinned into his coffee as he stirred in the copious amounts of sugar. “Knowing Try-Hard I don’t think he’s quite that annoyed.”

“Don’t call him that, he just really likes his job,” you scoffed.

“Most of us at the Ranger’s station enjoy our jobs. He’s something else.” Ozzie watched as you added creamer, his eyes grazing down your body. He reached out and you looked back at him warningly.

“I still have to sign into work. You keep this up, you’ll make me late,” you scolded.

“I can’t help it. After last night I just want to be all over you.” He kissed your shoulder again and forced himself back. “But I am a gentleman. I’ll behave myself. I’ll ignore my animal instincts.”

“Animal,” you scoffed.

Ozzie winked. “You were enjoying it last night.”

You frowned a bit, but the memory of seeing Ozzie standing outside, bathed in radiant moonlight, his fur as dark as the shadows themselves, you were deeply impressed.

“I’m trying to get into work mode.”

Ozzie chuckled as he sat down at the tiny table by the window. “Another rainy day. I’m getting so sick of the office work.”

You sat down across from him. “You said you were behind on paperwork.”

Ozzie grimaced. “Yeah, but it’s paperwork. I should be out on the trails in my little cart. Doing my actual job.”

“Paperwork is part of the actual job.”

Ozzie squinted at you. “You’re a carpenter, what do you know about being a game warden?”

You smirked, ready to strike. “Not much, but I do know government positions like that all have paperwork.”

“You’re talking yourself out of breakfast,” Ozzie said teasingly.

You looked down into your coffee, feigning a pout. “If it gets you to do your paperwork faster I don’t mind.”

Ozzie threw his head back laughing, to which you couldn’t hold back yours anymore either. Your relationship with Ozzie was new, but you’d not felt so comfortable with someone in so long, it was nice.

After getting a quick drive through breakfast, Ozzie dropped you off at the construction trailer. A few people were already inside, waiting around for the boss to show up. You went ahead and clocked in, putting on your work helmet which your boss expected to be on at all times.

“You left your car here last night,” another coworker said to you.

“Uh, yeah, I went and hung out with Ozzie for a bit.” You tried to play it cool, but you could already clock their teasing gaze.

“Your windows were rolled down, that’s the only reason I said anything.”

“Oh shit!” You rushed outside. The parking lot was up a steep hill, just beside the actual construction zone. There was lots of upturned earth everywhere, and the whole area had been stained red from the clay. The hems of your jeans would never be the same again. You made it to your car, a bit breathless from the soggy hike. Sure enough, your windows were down.

You muttered in disappointment under your breath. “I knew I forgot something.” You checked how much water had gotten in then rolled up the windows. “It’s going to smell like hot ass now.” You took out your phone to message Ozzie about the predicament when a sound perked your ears.

It was faint, distant from the sounds of it, but it sent tingles down your spine, turning your skin to goosebumps. You turned towards the edge of the parking lot, over towards the stacks of covered timber. It sounded like singing, or maybe even windchimes, you weren’t sure. You walked towards the stacks of timber, hearing the melodic sound grow the closer you got. Stepping out the timber, the sound of rushing water mingled with the sound. You looked down towards the river, realizing it was someone singing below. You came as close to the edge of the hill as you could, trying to see down below. The water was extremely high in the river, unsurprising considering the amount of rain. You saw something standing in the waves, maybe sitting on a rock, and they were singing over the rushing water.

You were trying to get a better look when your foot slipped. You tried grabbing onto a tree but everything was slick from the rain. You went careening down the hill like a slip and slide. The mud made it impossible to grab hold of anything, the rain had everything so wet and so loose you were basically greased.

You hit the water, feeling the current grabbing you. It felt like fingers pulling on your arms and legs, forcing you down the river, pulling you deeper. Then, you did feel hands, real hands that clasped around your shoulders, pulling you up and out of the river. Your vision was blurry, glasses just gone, and your mind was going at a manic pace.

“Hold on to me! Put your arms around me!” A voice commanded you.

You did as told, holding on tight as they swam from rock to rock in the river, going down stream, but also able to move through the strong current like it was nothing. Eventually they came upon an embankment, laying you up on shore.

“Hold still,” they commanded again. Gentle hands touched your face, inspecting your jaw and turning your head side to side. They leaned over you, blocking your vision and becoming a dark blob before you.

“Take a deep breath for me,” they said.

You did so.

“How you keep falling into my rivers I’ll never know. Most people have more common sense than that.”

“Tryfon?” You wheezed.

“Shh,” he hissed at you. “Lie still now.” He laid his palm in the center of your chest. His touch felt cool like the river itself. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. He breathed into you, but it was like something flowing throughout your body. A cool, sparkling river breathed into your lungs then traveled through tiny streams to the rest of your body.

Tryfon raised back up, smoothing your wet hair from your face. “I’ll fuss at you later,” he said as you sank, going deeper and deeper into your own waters.

You woke with a nagging pain in your rear. Above you was a ceiling fan that looked like it could come down at any moment the way it was wobbling. You reached for your glasses, but there was nothing but air on either side of you.

The room around you looked like a storage closet for an office. Large white boxes with various labels, reams of paper, toilet paper, manila folders, and highlighters. As you were sitting up off the cot you realized you were naked as the blanket fell away.

The door before you opened and Tryfon stepped in.

You scrambled, trying to get the blanket back over you, but the pain in your butt turned from nagging to full on stabbing.

“Easy there, river tripper.” Tryfon came in and grabbed the blanket for you. “You’ve got a bruised tailbone to contend with.”

“What happened?”

“You tripped into a river again,” Tryfon snipped at you. He then handed you your clothes which were clean and freshly warm from a dryer. Laying on top were your glasses.

“Where’d you get this.”

“It’s bad enough all this rain is messing up my research, but then you come traipsing along like some cartoon behemoth and throw your gruby germs into my waters.” Tryfon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Behemoth?” You slipped on your shirt, finding that sitting was becoming unbearable.

Tryfon rolled his eyes. “Calling me short?”

“No, you said-” You stopped. “Thank you for saving me, Tryfon.”

He shrugged. “No problem. Just don’t make it a habit.” He left the room to let you finish getting dressed. When you stepped out of the closet, you saw tryfon taking food out of a bag.

“How long was I out?” You asked.

“A couple of hours.” Tryfon handed you a wrapped sandwich. “I don’t know what you like. But your generation likes avocados on everything, right?”

You had to smirk. “I guess, but you didn’t have to.”

Tryfon sat at his desk, surrounded by all his medals, accreditations, recommendations, on and on with honors upon honors spread out on the wall behind him. The front of his desk was plastered with children’s artwork, given to him over the years by kids who had come to Tryfon for their first fishing license.

“I gave that Oswald a call,” he huffed. “Let him know what had happened. He was all the way in Asheville though.”

You weren’t used to hearing Ozzie being called by his real name. “Was I dying?”

“Thanks to me, no.” Tryfon watched as you took your first bite of the sandwich. His golden eyes lingered upon you before turning his head away.

“I owe you,” you said between bites.

“Just stop falling into my rivers.'' Tryfon had a slight blush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he turned to look at you. “That’s all I suggest. Once you’re done eating I’ll drive you to your place. You need to lie down for a while and take some ibuprofen for that bruised tailbone.”

“Should I go to the doctor?” You asked.

“Just some rest should get it covered.” Tryfon said, pulling out a drawer to fetch his keys. “You might just be uncomfy for a few days, that’s all.”

“Do you deal with a lot of broken butts?”

He just stared at you, dead panned and blank. You just smiled awkwardly back. “Don’t ever say that sentence to me again. Finish eating so I can get you out of my office.”

You continued eating, not thinking much about your little accident. It wasn’t until you were in Tryfon’s truck you recalled why you were so close to the hill over the river in the first place. That sound of someone singing, their voice was clear and beautiful, it sounded like wind chimes on a gentle breeze. There had been someone in the water, that’s how you fell, you were trying to over extend to see who it was. And then when you did fall Tryfon was there immediately to save you. In the river.

You glanced at Tryfon, then back out the window. “Were you already there in the river when I fell?”

“Hm?” Tryfon murmured, acting as if he couldn’t hear you.

“How else could you have gotten to me so fast?” You turned, looking directly at him.

His cheeks took on a deeper shade of red, and his lips pressed into a firm line. “It’s my job.”

“But…” You stopped and leaned back in your seat, trying to find a way to sit more comfortably. “I could have sworn I heard singing before I fell.”

Tryfon seemed to bristle at this. “Singing? What?”

“Yeah. Singing. I had gone to my car to roll up the windows, and I heard it. I wasn’t sure what it was, I just remember it being really pretty,” you said thoughtfully.

He swallowed and clutched the steering wheel tighter. “You think so? I mean, uhm, maybe you hit your head.”

“Do you sing, Tryfon?”

His cheeks darkened in color and when he glanced at you it seemed his usually bright green eyes had darkened, turning almost black around the edges. “You know, it sounds like you’d never make it as a sailor. Hearing beautiful singing and then falling to your death, you’d never survive a siren.”

You just smiled at him. “Probably not.”

Tryfon sniffed. “It makes sense you’d fall for Oswald’s charms then.”

You furrowed your brow. “What does that mean? Is Ozzie a siren?”

“No, he wishes he was-” Tryfon cleared his throat. “No. Just saying, he may appear to be this good looking good guy-bad boy combo, but he’s been known to share tents with more than just campers if you know what I am saying.”

“I know.” You said this and it appeared Tryfon’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “He told me he’s something of a hussy, especially when he was younger. I’m okay with that, stuff like that doesn’t bother me. And I mean, he’s good at it so-” You stopped yourself. “He said when he first became a ranger you two hooked up too.”

Tryfon glared out the window. “He was… I would...you know, it’s none of your business what my business is!”

“Hey I’m not judging. I obviously fell for Ozzie’s siren call.”

Tryfon growled under his breath, his face redder than before. “Obviously! Like I said. You wouldn’t make it a day with sirens or venus flytraps around! You’d fall right in.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Probably. But I don’t think Ozzie is either one of those things. I think he’s just horny.”

Tryfon scoffed and muttered something under his breath.

You directed him to the line of tiny cabins where you were staying, helping him find yours which was practically in the back where the road went from paved to dirt. To your surprise, Tryfon helped you out of his truck and into the cabin. His eyes darted around your place, looking for something.

“Do you have a way to make an ice pack?” He asked.

Your mouth hung open as you thought. “Maybe in the first aid kit. There might be those cooler packs in the freezer too.”

Tryfon shooed you away. “Why don’t you go lay down. I’ll get something figured out.”

There was a leap in your chest. “Oh? I thought I just needed rest. When did you turn into a little nurse?” You teased.

He pouted, giving you a harsh look. “Just trying to help.”

You smiled. “Okay, I’ll go lay down.” You went into the bedroom, taking off your pants and laying on your stomach. Your bed still smelled like Ozzie, and when you buried your face into the pillow, all you smelled was him.

A few moments later, something frigid landed on your ass and you yowled. Turning, you saw Tryfon sitting beside you. He had his ranger hat off and you could see his long, blonde hair was down, taken from the clip and hanging in a ponytail over his shoulder.

“It’s only ice, calm down you baby.” Tryon scoffed.

“You scared me, I wasn’t expecting it.” You nestled back down. “I didn’t realize your hair was so long.”

His pout returned. “Well, it is.”

“It’s nice.”

He fought back a smile. “Thanks.”

“I’ll be okay if you want to get back to work. I’ll keep the ice pack on as long as I can stand,” you try to sound reassuring.

“I said I’d take care of you.”

“You did?”

A glare was shot your way. “Least I can do.”

You smiled, hugging onto that pillow. “Are you a werewolf too?” You decided to ask, shoot your shot, or at least let Tryfon know you were cool with whatever paranormal creatures existed in Hearthway Hollow.

“Ew! No! I mean-” Tryfon cut himself off and cupped his hand over his mouth. “I mean, werewolf? What werewolves-” he stopped and sighed. “Ozzie never could stand not showing off.”

“I’m fine with it. I have an uncle with this antique store that…it’s a lot to explain. But I worked there before I wanted to do construction. I’ve seen some things.”

“You wanted to work construction?” Tryfon asked.

“Yeah. Why? Not a manual labor type?” you chuckled.

Tryfon shrugged. “Guess not.” he was quiet for a spell, shifting the ice pack on your bum around. “How are you feeling?”

“Cold.”

Tryfon’s hand slipped down to your thigh but he quickly recoiled. “Sorry. Not much I can do for the cold now.”

“It’s alright.”

Tryfon sighed. “So, you and Ozzie.”

“Yeah. Me and him.”

Tryfon cleared his throat. “How is that going?”

“It’s pretty great. I’ve not dated much in the last few years, but Ozzie has made it feel easy. I really like him.”

“Is it…serious?”

“I’d like to think so.” You glanced back at Tryfon and propped yourself up on your elbows. “You don’t have feelings for him do you? I’m sorry I-”

“No,” Tryfon scoffed. “Not him! He was a good lay but-” He huffed and swallowed. “It’s not him I technically like like that.” He looked away, pushing his hair back and to the other shoulder.

“Wait a second-” you muttered under your breath. “Is it me?”

Tryon looked at you then away. “You’re with Ozzie, it doesn’t matter.”

“But it does!” You went to turn around but it hurt so you flopped back down onto the bed. “Ozzie and I agreed to have fun and not make this serious or anything until I know what I’m doing when the job is done. I mean-” Your cheeks felt on fire. “Ozzie said you had a crush on me, I just didn’t believe him.”

“Twerp,” Tryfon grumbled under his breath.

You rolled onto your side. “Ozzie said he wouldn’t do this courting ritual until I decide if I am staying. Even then I don’t think he minds the poly thing.”

Tryfon arched a brow. “Polly? Whose she?”

You laughed. “No! Poly, as in polyamorous.”

His eyes widened and mouth fell open. “Oh!” He then looked away. “Still. I’m embarrassed now.”

You laid back down and smiled. “Okay, that’s fine. Was just thinking I’d offer something in return of you saving my life.”

There was a long moment of silence before Tryfon spoke again. “Like what?”

“Maybe a kiss,” you murmured.

“Y-you don’t have to.”

You sat up, butt cold and sore, but better than before. You leaned towards Tryfon, placing your hand on his cheek then pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He turned away then back, meeting your lips for another kiss.

“Well, well, well, what’s this?”

Tryfon snapped around as Ozzie leaned on the doorframe. “How long have you been there?” He snapped.

“Only just now,” Ozzie chuckled. “I thought you said he was hurt.”

“He is!” Tryfon jumped up and shoved the ice pack into Ozzie’s hands. “He fell into the river. You need to make sure he’s not so clumsy!”

Ozzie smirked, blocking tryfon from leaving. “Come on, stay a bit, Try Hard. I brought some good food back from Asheville, and some good wine.”

Tryfon glared up at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Ozzie licked his lips. “I’m afraid we only have those little red cups, no wine glasses. I know you’re a stickler.”

Tryfon’s frown turned into a pout. “If the wine is good, I guess it doesn’t matter.”

Ozzie chuckled as he walked into the room, sitting down beside you and handing you a massive bottle of ibuprofen. “Having a busy day I see.”

“You could call it that.” You were surprised when Ozzie kissed you. It wasn’t that he was rubbing it in to Tryfon, it was more like he was wanting in.

Ozzie found a way to set up dinner in the bedroom. You made a throne out of pillows in order to eat. Tryfon stayed, eating and drinking in silence for a bit. Once he had some wine in him, he loosened up a bit. He and Ozzie had a charged conversation that verged between flirting and antagonistic.

You fell asleep sometime during the night, waking up with the desperate need to pee. You didn’t realize someone was in the bathroom until you stepped in and saw Tryfon was in the shower. He was singing, and you were sure it was the same song you heard at the river.

Tryfon stopped, and his silhouette in the shower curtain turned. “It’s polite to knock.”

“Sorry,” you gasped. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

Tryfon scoffed. “Doesn’t matter, do your business.”

You felt embarrassed to use the bathroom then, but you were desperate. You sat down on the toilet, peeing in awkward intervals. Tryfon started singing again, his voice was melodic and bright, but you couldn’t understand the language he was singing it. It sounded old, older than language should be.

Once you were done, you were washing your hands when Tryfon opened the curtain. His long hair hung around his body, which was pale blue in color, darkening to almost black on his hands and feet. His features were sharper, eyes wider and large, going from green to black and surruned by small, dark scales. He held his hand out to you, fingers ending in sharp, long nails, and webbed inbetween.

“Wow,” you whispered.

“Come join me. Small shower, but we can make it work.” He smoothed his hair back, watching as you undressed. A smile appeared on his face as you stepped in near him and he closed the curtain around you.

“How are you feeling?” His hand grazed down your side.

Your skin tingled where he touched. “Much better.”

Tryfon’s hand grabbed your rear gently. “How does this feel?”

You bit your lip and nodded.

His hand smoothed down your thigh and then up, aiming towards the inside. “How about this?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you breathed.

Tryfon came in closer, pressing his front against your back. His fingers brushed against you below, touching your mound then rubbing softly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

Your lashes fluttered closed then, moaning softly as Tryfon’s touch warmed you along with the water flowing down you.

“Sorry if I seem different. The wine got to me.” Tryfon’s fingers opened you slightly, easing between where his fingertips rubbed against the bud inside. “I needed some water, but I also planned on taking care of myself.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Spikes of pleasure began shooting through you.

“It’s alright. You can help me.” Tryfon bit your shoulder. “Maybe with this.” He pushed his hips forward and something hard rubbed against your leg.

You were stunned. Ozzie had a good size, but Tryfon had one up on him. “Is that-”

Tryfon chuckled. “What?”

You turned around, glancing down at Tryfon’s cock. It was blue-black at the tip, fading down into a sort of pale lavender. The gland at the tip was flared out with little knobs around the side. The shaft itself bulged at the bottom, with ridges all the way down. The back had small bumps that had veins on either side.

“You’re huge.” You took him into your hand, barely able to grasp your fingers around him. You stroked slowly at first, taking in the weight and feel of him.

Tryfon’s moan was sweet and his eyes lowered as you touched. “Do you like it?”

The tip opened and closed as you touched, letting out a slick, viscous fluid that had a pearl like sheen to it.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Tryfon leaned in, kissing you and moaning against your lips. He then eased back, an apologetic gaze on his face. “Is this too fast?”

“Maybe. But I’m having fun.” You kissed Tryfon again, slowly pulling him away from the shower. You stood in the bathroom, kissing, touching, embracing. His cock rubbed against your thigh, glazing it in that pearly liquid.

“Maybe we should stop here.” Tryfon tried to collect himself. “Unless we want to wake Ozzie.”

“We could. He wouldn’t mind,” you giggled.

Tryfon looked you up and down. “I didn’t think you’d be so much trouble from the looks of you.”

You shrugged. “I think it’s this town that’s brought something out in me.” You opened up the door, walking into the bedroom to see Ozzie has shifted and is laying posed like naked Burt Reynolds upon the bed.

“What a whore thing to do,” Tryfon scoffed.

Ozzie waggled his finger. “I don’t see anyone complaining.

You knelt down onto the bed, kissing Ozzie as Tryfon watched. You took Ozzie’s cock into your hand, stroking it and feeling his pulse against your palm. Tryfon came up behind you, stroking your rear then slowly moving his cock between your thighs.

“Easy now, Try Hard, not many can take your triton.”

“Triton? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tryfon huffed.

Ozzie chuckled. “He can take a lot, but do take care. If we’re both going to share him, we need to pamper him.” He reached between your legs, touching you and guiding Tryfon in. You braced yourself, taking in a deep breath as Tryfon began to slip inside.

“Since when do you pamper, Oswald?” Tryfon grunted as he pushed deep inside. The shimmering fluid from his tip came out in a burst and dribble out onto the floor.

“Fuck,” Ozzie growled. He sat so you could brace against him, but also watch as Tryfon began to move inside you. He rubbed his hands down your back and up again, moaning and grunted as Tryfon moved. His hand slipped underneath, rubbing that sensitive bud at the top of your folds. You shivered, crying out as the sensation became too much. Tryfon was so big and textured, it was all you could do to remain upright.

Tryfon pulled out and Ozzie laid you upon the bed, taking his turn inside. Tryfon knelt down upon the bed, watching Ozzie’s cock slip inside until the knot hit against you. More of the pearly fluid squished around the knot, and Ozzie moaned in pleasure.

“Taste yourself.” Tryfon moaned, laying the tip of his cock upon your lips.

You did so, feeling greedy as Ozzie began to move. His thrusts made your head bob, so your tongue lapped up and down Tryfon’s cock. He pressed against your lips and you took him inside, suckling him while Ozzie went deeper inside.

“Fuck, he’s never felt like this before,” Ozzie growled.

Tryfon chuckled. “Aroused?”

Ozzie snapped his teeth at Tryfon. “More than that, Try Hard.” He licked his chops. “It’s more than being turned on. It’s like his body is demanding it.”

Tryfon slipped over to Ozzie, kissing him in a teasing way. “Then we should give him all he wants.”

“Of course we are.” Ozzie licked Tryfon’s lips. “I like sharing.”

Tryfon leaned down, licking you and Ozzie while he was inside. Your head was swimming, it was all so much. Ozzie had been your first since your top surgery, you didn’t think this would happen so soon, let alone at all in your life.

They both took their time with you, playing and enjoying themselves, watching as you became unraveled and desperate for them. They kissed and kicked, nibbling upon you like candy until you could take no more. They would leave you to cool for a moment, only to plunge back in at the right moment to send shockwaves through your body.

At one point you were held between them, both of them inside you somehow. You would figure out the logistics later, but at the moment you were too high in heaven to worry about it. They felt warm and thick, filling you to the brim. Their heat radiated through you, boiling your brain so you could only think about how good it all felt.

You came with the morning, all of you breathing hard and exhausted. You woke to your phone going off, not realizing the time at all until then.

“Oh shit, it's work!” You tried to get out of bed, but you were tangled between Tryfon and Ozzie. Your legs felt weak once you touched the floor and you went into the kitchen to talk to your boss. Luckily it was raining, but your boss was concerned when you didn’t at least clock in.

“I heard you got hurt yesterday, I got scared for a second,” he said.

“No, I’m fine. I just over slept because of the pain meds I took,” you lied, hoping you did it well. You glanced back into the bedroom, seeing Tryfon and Ozzie begin to stir. You got the coffee maker ready then leaned up against the counter.

“This rain is doing a number on us. I’ve offered to let some of the guys go home for a bit or even take indoor jobs while we’re here. I figured I’d let you know if you have any plans.”

You saw Tryfon’s eyes open and look towards yours. He smiled then closed his eyes again.

“I was thinking about signing up to the school here,” you said. “Maybe even stay in Hearthway Hollow for a bit.”

“Not a bad plan,” your boss said. “Couple of the guys have said that.”

“Not surprised.” You smiled to yourself. “It’s a cool place.”

You talked a bit more then filled three coffee mugs. As you were getting the sugar ozzie came up behind you, kissing the back of your neck.

“Going to school, huh? You could be here a while.”

“I like that thought.” You watched as Tryfon took one of the mugs from you.

“What about your dream of working construction?” Tryfon drank his coffee black. He looked at Ozzie who was putting spoonful after spoonful into his mug.

“I’m sure there’s somewhere where I could work. Like that huge lumber yard with that old mill. Places like that always have listings posted. Could find a crew or do repairs while I take classes.”

Tryfon nodded. “There’s good doctors around here too. My friend Ivan and his wife take part in a trans support group. I could find out about it for you.”

Your eyes widened. “That would be awesome.”

Ozzie smirked, leaning back against the counter once he had his sugar. “I have a spare room, by the way.”

“So do I,” Tryfon tossed in.

“Boys, boys, no need to fight over me,” you laughed. “I think we proved last night we don’t need to.” You smirked over your coffee mug. “I’ve got time to figure all this stuff out anyways.”

Tryfon blushed. “Well, I guess you know Ozzie better.”

“Yeah, and your place is bigger,” Ozzie pouted.

“Options, that’s good,” you chuckled. You raised your coffee mug. “To something new.” You clanked your mug with Ozzie and Tryfon’s, toasting to what Hearthway Hollow had in store.

#luv you momo <3 #you’re honestly such a. huge inspiration to me and your work is always so goooood

[creeps-and-creatures]

Thank you so much for the kind words!! (Again because I accidentally reblogged the post to the wrong blog lol)

Hi! I’m not dead! I’ve been struggling to find motivation to write, but I think I’m getting back into it! I’m hoping to get the second chapter of Closet Monster Lover out by the end of this week and I’m not sure what’ll end up coming out after that. thank you for sticking with me during this! the support I’ve gotten on my first two fics is amazing (and completely unexpected) and it’s honestly been a bit intimidating, but I’m gonna keep writing what I want at the pace I want and having fun with it! I am thankful for everyone who chooses to read and support my work and have a lovely day!

[creeps-and-creatures]

Hi! I’m not dead! I’ve been struggling to find motivation to write, but I think I’m getting back into it! I’m hoping to get the second chapter of Closet Monster Lover out by the end of this week and I’m not sure what’ll end up coming out after that. thank you for sticking with me during this! the support I’ve gotten on my first two fics is amazing (and completely unexpected) and it’s honestly been a bit intimidating, but I’m gonna keep writing what I want at the pace I want and having fun with it! I am thankful for everyone who chooses to read and support my work and have a lovely day!

[creeps-and-creatures]

Sorry I haven’t been posting much y’all I’ve been busy and haven’t had much motivation lol, don’t worry I didn’t forget about y’all!

[creeps-and-creatures]

Awwww they’re so sweeeet

Mad Scientist Darling + Frankenstein Dog Hybrid Yans - A recluse who's lost many companions over the decades. They haven't the time to shed a tear to the tragedy or the heart to do so either. Their main stick up over their loses was the lack of security to do their work without prying eyes and ears.

"We've seen you down at the cemetery again, Y/n." "Your science is a crime against God, Y/n." "Their body hadn't even frozen over before you took it." What headaches. They had fewer problems when their hounds were alive. Next to zero really with their loyal pets ready to snap at anyone who so much as raised their voice at their master. Sweet angels with their caretaker's safety at heart - god rest their souls. Unfortunately, after their deaths the scientist was unable to purchase more as they had been banned from all pet stores despite never using animals in their research before. Hypocrites.

They couldn't hire any human guards since they'd stab them in the back at the first sihn of greater opportunity. Alone in their study, the scientist had an epiphany. They could have the muscle and brawn of humans, and the loyalty of their hounds by simply merging the too. They weren't a genius for nothing.

A few trips to the local cemetery and morgue here. Some stitches and coding there. Sweat, tears, and more litters of blood than a person should legally be in possession of - and the scientist had their hounds back again. They were alot bigger and definitely more talkative, but they were still the same old loyal pets they once knew. There was one problem however. The hounds seemed to remember alot more of their pasts than intended - yet they never expressed any desire to return to them. The scientist was sure to bury all memories that didn't include them...

"You don't remember me, Y/n?.... We went to high school together and you were my date to prom until you stood me up. I was never able to get over you, and was hoping you'd be at the reunion."

"I was a reporter that followed you around for my big break... You let me stay the night once - after one of your dogs bit me. I kept the scarf you used to stop the blood."

"...It's none of your business..."

These....creatures. The scientist had a history both halves of their dna - the core components anyway. This experiment turned out to be the greatest, yet most disastrous study of their time. Their pets the riff-raff away as instructed, but their mannerisms were - barbaric. Each would happy trot back up to their master's door with a torn limb in their mouth to trade for head pats and the scientists affection. They crowded the human's single bed and referred full rooms of their own. It wasn't uncommon for the scientist to be tackled by whomever was brave enough to encourage their frustration for a few seconds of lovestruck smothering. The loyality of their hounds and whatever the humans held for them had warped into something truly twisted. The scientist no longer had to worry about outside threat for their security was more danger than any worry the paparazzi may bring

Crackpost under cut

Scientist Reader: Shake?

[Yan hounds shakes their hand]

Scientist Reader: Drop?

[Whining, the hound coughs up an eye into their hand]

Scientist Reader, scratching them behind the ear: Good puppy~ Now - go fetch with the others.

[Yan hound sprints off to continue mauling the screaming trespasser surrounded by the others]

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[Scientist Reader stands in front of a couch as their hounds stand behind them attached to leashes - jaws snapping at the frightened cashier.]

Scientist Reader: Hello, Timothy. The last time I came in here- I specifically asked for no pickles. We won't have that problem again will we?"

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Yan Hound #1: wahhh, master - they stole my arm so I couldn't hold your hand when we go out again since it's my turn.

Yan Hound #2, chewing one of their fingers: they're lying

Scientist Reader: It's alright. We'll go shopping for a new one later

#I love dog yans <3

[creeps-and-creatures]

Also feel free to send any questions you have about any of the options my way and I’ll answer them to the best of my ability

Summaries below

Part 2 Minotaur Jock

Jason takes you home to sober up before deciding whether or not to take you to the hospital

Mafioso Mothman

You are a popular burlesque dancer at a speakeasy and your assigned bodyguard has been cold and rude to you. One day you’re attacked by someone on the street and your bodyguard shows how much he really cares.

Queen Bee Mafia Boss

You’re a low ranking mafioso who’s mostly just hired muscle, until the kingpin of your organization takes a strange interest in you.

Btw all of these fics will be written anyways, I’m just wondering what order y’all would prefer them to be posted in. Thanks as always and have a good day!