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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Captured by elves

This is the first chapter from a novella I'm writing. Just a little sneak peek ^_^ It's so close to finished...

General Plot: Local elves take a hellhound hostage

Elves (Thorne, Kharis, Slait) x fem hellhound (Fury)

note: Fury has a human form and a hellhound form, fyi

Word Count: 2.5K

W: a bit of fighting, monster fluff, kidnapping

GIF by fio-picolo

I stretched and yawned, kicking one of my little siblings, who barked at me before curling up and going back to sleep. A sunbeam leaked into our cave, alerting me that it was morning. I looked around at my pack. My father and mother hellhounds were sleeping in a ball together, while I was curled in my human form with my siblings.

Unlike them, who had a small and large hellhound form. I only had a large hellhound and a half human form. At the moment, only my half human form would fit in the cave, so that’s the shape I was in. I swished my fluffy white tail and sniffed the air.

An odd scent drifted on the wind and my parents stirred.

“Elves,” my father barked to my mother, “let’s take the children deeper in the cave.”

My mother looked at me.

“Fury, guard the cave opening in your human form,” she yipped at me, “you can warn them off if they think you are a dog spirit.”

As the oldest, born, not of a litter, but as a single pup, it was my duty to guard the family.

“Yes mother,” I yipped back in Hellhound-speak and stalked to the opening of the cave to wait.

As hellhounds we had few natural predators, but occasionally ambitious two-legs thought they could capture a puppy to keep as a pet. It almost always ended up with the capturer dead in a few years when the puppy came into its full strength, but there was no need to traumatize a young pup for no reason, so we were cautious.

Sure enough, a trio of elves decked out in woodland armor came tromping up the hill towards the cave.

“They should be just up here,” the blue one said.

“Are you sure about this, Thorne?” the purple one asked, “it seems a bit cruel to steal a puppy.”

“What? You want to take on a full-grown one?” the green one laughed, “i’d pay to see that fight!”

“I just mean…should we really be doing this at all?” he asked.

The blue one brushed away his concerns.

“A hellhound will make a good hunting dog and I have a secret to make this easy for us,” he said, confidently and I couldn’t stifle my growl.

They’d come to take one of my siblings! I had to stifle the urge to shift to my full sized form. It would give away that I was a hellhound and that would be no good. My father taught me avoiding a fight was always best. We were strong, yes but even the strongest can be defeated. Guile was our best weapon. I tried to remember his words, but my mind was hazy with anger.

“Well hello there,” the purple one said to me when they crested the hill, “who are you?”

“Stand aside, dog spirit,” the blue one announced, “if you let us pass we will not harm you.”

This time I couldn’t hold back my growl and my tail went up in aggravation.

“You’re too polite, Thorne,” the green one snorted, sauntering up to me and shoving me to the side, “out of the way bitch.”

I stumbled a bit and whatever handle I had on my temper snapped, suddenly I was looking down at them, my teeth bared. My hot saliva dripped into the dirt.

“Holy shit!” the green one shouted, jumping back and reaching for his weapon.

“Here we go,” the blue one said, his face splitting into a big grin, “this is much better than a puppy!”

I pointed my body, perking my ears in a threatening stance. They would not pass me. There was a short stand-off where the elves brandished their weapons at me, before the blue one leapt and I struck. I was powerful, but the elves were quick, surrounding me on all sides. He whacked me with a heavy club, which did little more than anger me.

I snapped at his leg as he passed me, grazing it with my teeth so that I got a little taste of his blood. It tasted good. I’d never had anything but deer, rabbit, and occasionally boar meat. The blood lust common to all hellhounds slowly began to take over as the scent of the red fluid filled the air.

My growls became feral and I soon lost myself to the monster in me, snarling and frothing at the mouth. The purple one seemed to be standing back, so I ignored him, while the blue and green ones attacked aggressively from either side. It was impossible to pinpoint where one would strike from next. They were incredibly quick and it was angering my inner beast, pushing her to respond more viciously.

“We’ve almost got her, keep pushing,” the blue one shouted and I lunged for his neck.

I was a strong hellhound, raised and trained to fight by my father and mother, but I was inexperienced. This was the first real fight I’d been in and as my father had warned me I was relying too heavily on my strength. The elves were wearing me down with their speed before I could get good shots on them.

“She’s getting tired,” the green one huffed as he successfully landed a hit on my back leg that had me yelping.

“Now!” the blue one shouted and they all started chanting some weird words. I tried to make a run for it, spooked by the sudden use of magic, but it was like my limbs were frozen in place. I snarled and snapped, but I was bound by some warm light. There was a flash and everything went dark.

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I woke in the purple one’s arms and thrashed immediately.

“Be calm little one,” he cooed and I snarled. I was not little. Only I was. I shifted quickly back to my full sized form, forcing the elf to throw me so he wouldn’t be crushed. I snarled and turned on him, opening my jaws to gobble him up in one bite, only no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get them to close.

“Ah you see now, bitch,” the green one laughed, “we’ve bound you. You can’t hurt us if you want to and it’s obvious you do. Well too bad, you’re our hunting dog now.”

I snapped at him and tried to run away, when I got about twenty feet away it was like I hit a brick wall. I snarled again and turned on them.

“You might as well turn back into your human form, hellhound,” the blue one said, smugly, “you’re mine.”

I decided I was not changing back, even if I couldn’t harm them or run away, I wouldn’t appear weak in front of them. I growled and flopped down on the ground angrily, resting my head on my paws.

The purple one sighed.

“Don’t pout,” he said, “my father will have lots of meat for you when we get back home.”

I huffed at him, making his hair fly up around his ears.

“Hmmm…” he said, thoughtfully and then smiled, “I have an idea. How about a little hunt before we get home? I bet you want a juicy bone, don’t you?”

I didn’t like the elves, but I did like hunting and bones. If I was going to be stuck with them, I might as well get some food out of it. I sniffed the air and pointed my body in the direction of a boar.

“That’s the spirit!” the purple one cheered, “now we’ll give you a little longer leash so you can lead us.”

I stepped carefully in the direction of the boar and finding nothing stopping me, stalked off silently through the trees. I would figure these elves out later, when I had a little more information. They’d obviously done something to me with magic and hellhounds didn’t know much about that. For now my instincts were calling me to hunt which I understood very well.

The scent of the boar turned on the animal in me and when I found it, I easily pounced on the morsel.

“Stop!” the blue one shouted, before I swallowed the whole thing.

I pouted, my mouth hovering over it.

“Ew she’s going to get drool all over the meat,” the green one said, shoving my head away. I snapped at him, but it was no use, I couldn’t sink my teeth in.

“Here you go!” the violet one said, smiling and cutting off one of the boar’s legs with his sword, “here’s your treat for a job well done.”

He tossed me the leg and I sank down on my haunches to devour the meat. When he was sure I was occupied gnawing the last bits of flesh off of the bone he came over and stroked my nose.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. I had to admit, he knew how to give pets, even if they were unwelcome. I huffed at him, too happy with my bone to chase him away.

“Come on, girl,” the blue one said, when they’d field dressed the boar and had chunks of meat tossed over their shoulders.

I carried my now clean and perfect for gnawing bone as I trotted behind them. Fed, I was in a much better mood. At least they hadn’t found my family. For all they knew I was the only hellhound around, which was better than nothing. As long as my siblings were safe, I could endure this.

“What should we name you?” the blue one pondered as he dropped back next to me, patting my flank. I let out a low growl.

“I’m sure she already has a name,” the purple one said and I decided I liked him a little bit more than the others.

I blew a puff of air on the back of his head, fluffing his hair and he giggled, waving me away.

“That tickles!” he laughed, “why don’t you turn back into your human form so you can tell us your name?”

I shook my head. I was not changing back.

“That’s all right, bitch is fine for me,” the green one said over his shoulder.

“Stop calling her that,” the purple one huffed, scratching my head, “she’s a good girl. She’s just a little frightened, aren’t you? We took you away from your cozy cave. That’s okay, I have a nice blanket at home just for you.”

I didn’t want a blanket, I thought sadly, I wanted to wake up just like I did this morning surrounded by my family.

Soon I could hear the sounds of the village through the trees and a little while later it appeared before us. I’d never seen a village before, but it looked quite large. There were huge walls made of giant timbers and big buildings taller than me. There were so many smells all in one place it was confusing. I shrank back, not scared, but disoriented, crouching behind the purple one.

“What’s wrong with her, Kharis?” the green one asked, impatiently shrugging the hunk of meat on his shoulder, “this shit is heavy. Hurry up.”

“She’s just overwhelmed,” the violet one said, “there’s a lot of new smells, huh? Let’s go find my dad first. He loves dogs. He’ll have treats for you.”

I followed carefully behind the violet one as we passed through the town gates.

“Thorne!” a breathless, pink elf woman cried, throwing herself at the blue one’s chest, “I missed you so much! I was so worried about you!”

She looked up at me frightened.

“Is that the beast?! I thought you were getting a puppy?!” she gasped.

I narrowed my eyes and growled at her. She smelled like too much perfume and alcohol. She jumped about a foot in the air and clung to the blue one, whose name I had determined was Thorne.

“She’s perfectly safe, Peony,” he said, peeling her off of him, “we need to go to the butcher’s to drop off this meat.”

She nodded and batted her eyelashes, flirtatiously.

“Can I come find you later?” she asked.

He shrugged and kept walking. I stalked past her and she hurriedly gave me room.

Kharis, the purple one, led us to a wooden building that smelled delightfully like meat and a large purple elf with huge biceps came out, grinning at me.

“So what’s this?” he said, holding his hand out politely for me to sniff. I gave it a good snuffle, finding pleasantly that he smelled like fresh meat and his son under the bitter scent of tobacco. He went back inside for a moment and came out hauling a huge bone. I dropped the tiny one in my mouth, drooling.

“There ya go,” he said, tossing it to me, “that’s a dragon bone for ya!”

I caught it, and decided I liked the two violet ones better than all the rest.

He gave me a conspiratorial grin.

“If you follow me I’ve got a real surprise for you,” he said.

I looked at the other elves who were unloading meat.

“Go on,” the blue one said, waving me away, “we’ll come find you.”

Kharis and his father led me to what had to be heaven. Behind the town and in a clearing in the woods there was a huge pit where they dumped all of their bones. Big bones, small bones, juicy bones, dry bones. It was amazing. I trotted in a circle with glee.

“You can come here any time you like,” the butcher said with a grin.

Without thinking I poofed back into my human form and jumped on him, giving him a big hug.

“Thank you!” I squealed.

“Ah!” he shouted, surprised at first, but then he chuckled, “I see you’re a special hellhound. Not many like you that can change into a human are there?”

Kharis pulled me down from his father’s chest and looked me over.

“Nice to finally see you,” he said, “I’m Kharis. What’s your name?”

I blinked up at him.

“F-Fury,” I said, feeling shy in my human form. I wasn’t big as a human. I only came up to Kharis’ middle chest. I was, however, strong. I turned from Kharis, lured by the scent of bones and hoisted one as large as me over my shoulder and carried it to a corner to lick it. Even in my human form, I liked bones.

“What a delight,” Kharis’ father beamed, “how did you possibly get her to stay with you? I’ve never heard of a hellhound being this docile, even one that can change human.”

“We bound her,” Kharis said brightly and his father’s smile immediately dropped.

“You what?” he asked.

Kharis looked up at him a little less sure this time.

“We bound her with the Aika binding,” he said, “Thorne said it would make it so she would have to follow our orders.”

His father buried his head in his hands.

“You idiots,” he groaned, “we need to go speak to the chief, immediately. Come along Fury, you can bring your bone.”

I decided if I could bring my bone it didn’t really matter where we went, so I put it over my shoulder and followed them back to the butcher shop.

Kharis’ father looked seriously at Thorne.

“We need to talk to your father about this hellhound you caught,” he said in a voice that brokered no argument.

“What did you do?” he asked, looking at me surprised that I was in my human form.

It was Kharis’s father’s turn to growl. “It’s not what she did. It’s what you did to her,” he said and marched past him.

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ghostoftonantzin · 8 months

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I enjoy how, on second viewing, the Baron's dramatics during the roast are plainly a reaction against his own feelings of "going soft". It makes sense he would be extra upset by this jokes at his expense and the revelation of his almost-death if he was already harboring a sore spot about becoming a domestic suburban wampire.

(I also think it's funny that he spent most of his time on Staten Island in a hole in the ground and still learned to condescend to New Jersey)

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #s5 spoilers #ghost posts #anyways the baron I love you and your ancient boyfriend and fluffy hellhound #sorry I know this is probably obvious but I felt like saying it #also please give Doug Jones a guest actor emmy

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speeshularts · 2 months

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My friend tasked me with making a murder husband... So behold, a hellhound!

#boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #oc #monster boy #hellhound #he has no name and i still need to work him out but i think hes gonna be fun to play around with! love me a monster man :3 #original character

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bump1nthen1ght · 2 years

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Soak Your Troubles Away

Pairing: Male!Incubus!Reader/Male!Hellhound

Warnings: Explicit Content Ahead (18+ ONLY), Descriptions of blood, gore, and violence, Cursing

Word Count: 1604 words

Summary: After a rough day, your favorite hellhound with benefits knows exactly the incubus to make himself feel better

Request:hey love! it’s me again :) i loved the kitsune fic btw!! may i request an incubus mreader & male hellhound nsfw? — with them both dark & sinister in nature,, similar to the kitsune request. tyvm & love you! <3

You’re rubbing your brand new lotion onto your leg when Ravellos busts down your door, chest heaving and ready to yell. With a short glance you can see the typical gore and viscera decorating his hands, arms, and chest. Fresh streaks of blood run down his mouth, his lips pulled back in a snarl. You sigh and finish rubbing in your lotion, tying your robe to the side as you prepare for a rant.

You had been ready for a quiet night in, having tormented several depraved, horny, sinning bastards today, but you guess this will do as well.

“I swear to Lucifer, next time I’m given a survival expert to hunt for sport, I’m gonna shove a hot poker up Supervising’s asshole.” Rav rants, flicking his hands about and flicking blood over your good rug. “It took me three hours to catch the bastard, and two nightmare hallucinations to stop his squirming. Then, after all that, he used a makeshift machete and chopped of my fucking tail!”

You nod, clawed hands brushing against his lower back as you guide him to your bathroom. Rav doesn’t pause for a moment, the only sign he’s listening being the flick of his tall ears and the occasional swish of his tail. Crimson shines on his dark fur, making you glad you restocked your perfumed shampoo; You did not need your bathroom to reek of wet dog.

“The look of despair on his face after I grew it back instantly wasn’t even worth it. I was too busy trying to get all the burrs out of my hair.”

Your bathroom is large, the jacuzzi bath right in the center with a tall shower off in the corner. Red tile and black walls give off the atmosphere of sex dungeon mixed with a spa; Just how you like it.

Rav has the decency to throw his bloodied shirt into a hamper, loosening the bands of his leather pants as he saunters towards the shower. You quickly turn on the bath as Rav fully disrobes, still enough of a mongrel to shake out his dirty black hair. His back is damp with sweat, fur sticking out every which way. If it weren’t for his chiseled back muscles, nice ass and thick thighs, you’d have thrown him out in a heartbeat.

“Dumb motherfucker is lucky I killed him so quick. If I hadn’t ripped his head off, those shredded intestines would’ve made for a shitty regeneration. Good thing I’m so gene-“ You use his rant as a distraction, turning the water on it’s coldest setting before turning the faucet. The spray makes Rav jolt, interrupting his rant and snarling in your direction. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t be such a baby, it’s better for your muscles to jump into the cold first.” Rav huffs, pushing back wet strands of hair from his eyes. Pools of red water run down the shower drain, marbled lines decorating the black fur of his torso.

“We’re supposed to be the ones torturing, not being tortured ourselves.” You scoff again, handing him a loofa and stepping out of the shower. You let your gaze wander down his body as he scrubs himself clean, his ears so cutely laid flat against his head as he rubs in the shampoo. His tail twists, agitated from the cold, but it hardly distracts you from his delicious biceps, his pecs, his abs, nor his giant-

“Like what you see?” Rav simpers, grabbing his crotch and licking his lips. You just blow him a kiss.

“Maybe.” With a quick movement, you undo your robe and let it drop to the floor, tail flicking lazily back and forth. You keep eye contact as you step in the bath, Rav licking his lips. “After you’re done complaining and don’t smell like human organs anymore, maybe you can join me.” You lean against the rim of the bath, rubbing your neck in an exaggerated and erotic manner. “Y’know, like a good boy.”

Rav’s laugh is lascivious, perverted and sleazy in all the right ways. Soap bubbles up on his fur, running down his pelvis and thighs and drawing your gaze.

As the last of the shampoo falls into the drain, Rav gives a quick shake, water splashing against the shower glass. But Rav doesn’t take a moment to be cold, not before he hops right into the bath and lowers his body on top of yours. You stay relaxed in the tub, even with the hellhound pressing his hands on either side of your head, licking his chops as he looks down at you.

“Damn, you’re so fucking hot,” He simpers.

“I know.” In a quick reflex, you grab the back of Ravs neck and pull him into a searing kiss. His chest presses against yours while fingers run through his thick fur. The bath water shifts as the two of you grind, Rav’s tail jutting back and forth. Long claws dig into your thighs, running from your hip to your knee before pulling open your legs.

Hooking your legs behind his back, you push your body upwards and flip your position; Your hips lay snug on top of Rav’s hips as your legs find balance in the bath water. Two hard cocks press against one another, Rav detaching himself from your lips to whisper lewd comments.

“You miss this dick? Cause I’ve missed yours.” A sharp spanks against your butt. “This ass, too.”

You roll your eyes again, despite how much you're turned on. “Shut up, mutt. You talk too much.”

“Oh-oh, sassy.” Rav’s hand drags down your back, his claws catching on the supple skin. Tiny red streaks pepper the surface, just enough to bleed. The smell is intoxicating, a natural aphrodisiac for your demons. “Call me as many names as you want, whore, but I’m getting in that ass.”

Even when you grab the base of his cock, jerking up and down and angling it to your ass, Rav doesn’t lose that cocky smirk. You push your weight back onto your folded thighs and balance yourself by gripping onto Rav’s neck. He lets out a choked laugh, licking his chops again. The veins of his cock pulse with pleasure.

You’ve found many benefits from becoming an incubus, your natural lubricant being one of them. It doesn’t stop the burn of Rav’s girthy cock stretching you open, but definitely leads to less blood.

You both moan as Rav fully sheaths inside you, his balls pressed against your butt. You wiggle your hips, grazing his head against your prostate. You bite your lip and tighten your grip around Rav’s neck. Your other hand finds leverage in the fur of his chest, digging your nails into the thick hair.

With well practiced movements, you begin to bounce up and down on Rav’s cock, never looking away from his heated gaze, nor letting go of his neck. Rav just chuckles, thrusting his hips in tiny movements to match your pace.

The shocks of his cock hitting that pleasure spot inside of you leave you distracted, eyelids fluttering, and allow Rav to sneak his hand to your ass cheeks. He smacks the, both, the lewd sound echoing in the bathroom tile.

“F-fuck, feels so good, so tight for me. Ain’t that right, bitch?”

Your thumbs dig into Rav’s pulse as you push your weight against him, gritting your teeth. “Shut the hell up, you fucking mongrel. You should be so lucky to have this body to yourself.” You mutter with bated breath, your heart racing. Rav’s wicked laugh only makes you grind harder, twisting your hips and chasing your own pleasure.

One of Rav’s fingers draws up your back, pulling away with your blood decorating the tip. Even as you continue to choke him, he sucks on his fingers like a treat, grinning madness in his eyes. You seeth, throwing the full weight of your body on top of his as you throw your hips back with more fervor. You lose your grip on his neck, but the pulled-taut rubber band in your stomach takes priority. Your thighs shake more and more with each second. You both let our steamy breaths before melting into another kiss, drool trickling down your jaws.

Rav thrusts up into your ass, another bolt of electricity shooting through your spine as his dick plows you. You pull away with a whiny moan, throwing your head back. Your balls tighten as your body nears its peak, collapsing your head to rest in the crook of Rav’s neck. His purrs now rumble through your chest, growling as he kneads his claws into your ass.

Reaching orgasm, your eyes find brief focus on Rav’s jugular, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with every grunt. The crescendo of your orgasm gets closer and close, you can’t help yourself; Your fangs unsheath themselves as your bite into Rav’s neck, blood bursting into your jaw, the sweet flavor pushing you over the edge. Rav howls, a deep guttural howl, and explodes inside you.

Your bodies twitch, soaked in sweet smelling water and body fluids. Rav’s flaccid cock falls out of your asshole, his cum dribbling down your thighs. Your own semen decorates your and Rav’s stomach. A thumb brushes galant your bottom lip, smearing crimson across your jaw before licking at the salty skin. Rav exhales, savoring the flavor of his own blood.

You’ll have to drain and clean the tub tomorrow. Maybe you’ll get some small-time sinners to do it while you read a book. Either way, it’s a problem for the future; You’re content to stay here, listening to the sounds of screams and crackling hellfire.

#my writing #male reader insert #male reader #reader insert #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster x human #hellhound #incubus!reader

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dracomeir · 5 months

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Thinking about my incubus BF once again. When someone in the SCF asks how an idiot like him could play a saxophone, something like this would happen.

"Oh, please. It's not that hard to blow an instrument."

Pico said, "You said it like that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Come on, Detective. I may be an incubus, but not everything that comes out of my mouth is dirty." He grabbed his saxophone. "But yes, I did say it like that on purpose." He started playing as he walked away.

The detective sighed. "Why do I let him in here..."

#suggestive #fnf #friday night funkin #fnf au #fnf renegade detective #incubus boyfriend #detective pico #bf x pico #pico wishes he got a hellhound for an emotional support demon instead of an incubus #there's actually a good reason he got BF instead but I'll go into that some other day

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motsaenggin · 1 year

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Hell's Kitchen. Fineliners and brushpens on Post-Its.

#furry #anthro #comic #demon #devil #hellhound #incubus #chef #lemur #boyfriends #husbands #cute #food #garm #manu

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Could I request trans werewolf!Jayce in heat, thinking the reader can't help, but little does he know the reader is a hellhound twice the size of Jayce's werewolf form. Once he sees the reader's true form, Jayce is begging the reader to breed him and knot him, and the reader bends Jayce over and rails him until he's swollen with cum. (Ooh and Jayce with a praise kink)

Sorry for long wait, writings been weird for me. I have short bursts and then suddenly I forget how to form sentences. I think it's just the heat getting to me and making me feel less motivated

Heat

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: trans!werewolf! jayce X hellhound! reader

Warning: masturbation, breeding kink, knotting, cum inflation, belly bulge, size kink, masc and fem terms for jayces body, monster fucking, praise kink, dirty talk, jayce is very desperate

Reader has a penis but gender is not defined or stated.

It was that time of the year. Where winter ends and spring begins. The crisp air relieved the heavy feeling in his chest as he stared at the window. Thighs rubbing as a soaring heat consumed him. With a whine he tugged at his shirt, trying to pry it from his hot skin.

Jayce threw off his clothes. Prying open the windows to let in the cool air. It was his heat cycle and he left to fend for himself. He loved his mate, you were the best thing that's ever happened to him, but you wouldn't be able to keep up with this.

He didn't want to burden you with having to deal with this. Things could get....intense. Jayce couldn't bring himself to even ask such a task from you.

The cool air made him jolt, a sudden gush of wind filling the room and hitting between his legs. Snapping his attention back to the pooling mess leaking out of him. His cheeks flushed as his thick fingers rubbed against his folds. Shivering as he imagined it was you instead. Slowly sinking two fingers into himself as his teeth bared. Growing sharper as the sun began to set.

A howl escaping him as his thumb rubbed against his cock. Desperate circles becoming quicker and quicker as he gushed around his fingers.

"Look at you.... doing so well." You cooed.

Jayces eyes were squeezed shut, brain purley focused on giving his body the relief it needed. Breath hitching as he could hear your voice. Were you here? In his head? He couldn't tell. He just buried his face into his pillow as his back arched.

"Keep fucking yourself like that, you wanna cum?"

"Yes-!" He breathed out. His tail thumping against the bed. Squirming as he went knuckles deep. His feet dug into the bed as his body cracked and convulsed, hair growing thicker.

The moon's light pouring into the room as he came around his fingers. Panting as he chewed at his bottom lip.

"(Y/N)...?" He slowly blinked. Once he realized you were there he scrambled towards you. Your smiling expression shocking him before it was taken over by a deep need. You kissed his cheek as he came down from his high.

"Is it your heat, Jayce? Why didn't you come tell me?"

"Too much- didn't want you to feel burdened-"

"you think I wouldn't be able to keep up?" You let out laugh through your nose.

He raised a brow as he tried to process your words. His mind was drunk with need and forming any real sentence other than "I need you to fuck me" was difficult.

You reeled back from him. Hunching as smoke hissed through your clenched teeth. Claws digging into the bed as your tail grew from your lower back. Ears twitching as you looked back at your boyfriend. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"you're a hellhound?"

You nodded. He took in the sight of you, hovering over him as your body consumed his. You were huge. It made him twitch as his cheeks grew hotter, something he didn't even know was possible. Feeling somewhat dizzy from the new information as all his instinct's screamed at him.

"please- breed me - I want you."

You captured his lips. Your tongue prodding, silently asking for permission. He hastily nodded as he parted his lips. Your tongue swirled around his as you pulled him close to your body. Holding up one of his muscular legs so you could grind against him.

He moaned against your mouth. All his noises muffled as you added more pressure. He fit so perfectly against you. Made for you. Made to be with you. The things it did to your head.

"Need to have cock inside you, pretty boy?"

Jayce whined as he nodded his head. "Yes- please! I need your cum."

"Oh? You need it? Need me to fill you up until you can't take anymore? Is that what you want?"

"Want to take your knot and be full."

His smile was droopy as he looked utterly fucked out just from your words alone. Rolling his hips against you, surely leaving a wet patch on your crotch. He was absolutely dripping.

"You're so cute." You smiled, giving his cheek a gentle bite.

You roughly pulled off what remained of your clothes. Freeing your aching cock as you looked down at him. You huffed out smoke as you couldn't stop your excitement. He looked so beautiful and wanted you so badly. How could you refuse?

Spinning him around you shoved him into the bed. Pulling his legs part as he let you grab at his body, loving the way you were able to manhandle him. His face was buried into the blanket as you yanked his hips up. Aligning yourself to his entrance. Rubbing your slicked cock against his wet folds making him moan.

"Fill me up- I need it! I need you!"

You couldn't keep teasing him. Finally, pushing yourself in. Biting your lip at how easily he could take you. So wet and warm. Jayce moaned as he rolled back his hips, eager to have you fuck him. His entire body was on fire and you were the only one who had the extinguisher.

"Such a good boy, I didn't even need to prep you~ so eager to be fucked." His tail wagged at your praise. Mewling as you moved your hips, easing into deep thrusts.

Your knot pressed against him making him whine. He wanted all of you inside. Wanted to take every inch. Jayce tried moving his body in sync with yours, hoping you'd fully slide in but to no avail.

"Going to breed this cute hole." You hissed, jayce bit at the blanket as you started to move faster. "Stuff you full of cum and make you mine."

Skin smacked against skin as your knot prodded at his stretched out cunt. He clenched around you as he tried to push forward your orgasm. His eyes rolled back when the tip of your cock kissed his g-spot.

"I need-" he started, words dying in his throat as he let out a loud moan. "Need your knot."

So needy but you wouldn't dare trade it for anything else. You loved to spoil him.

You stretched out his hole with your fingers, pushing yourself deeper as your knot slowly entered. He felt like he was being split open. Stars dotting his vision as he let out a string of whimpers.

"that's it, you can do it." You rubbed soothing circles into his back. He was twitching as his legs shook. You knew he could handle it but that didn't stop the worry in the back of your head. "So good for me, Jayce."

The praise only made him wetter. Your knot slipping in with one final thrust. You both moaned as Jayce reveled in the feeling of being full.

By this point you were panting. Using all your will power to keep yourself restrained. You didn't want to push him too far. You were both consumed by lust - it was hard to keep a steady head. But you focused on his pleasure, trying to maintain a good rhythm as your fingers found his clit. Rolling it and gently tugging it.

"Harder-!" He cried out. Forcing his hips back with a loud smack.

You could feel your restraint snap. You grabbed his ankles as you yanked them to your hips, he loosely wrapped his legs around it as you grabbed at his hips. The new angle was letting you hit even deeper. Hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.

Jayce could hardly catch his breath. Moans were being ripped out of him as you pounded into his hole. Setting the speed entirely for yourself as your head rolled back. Using him as if he was only a fleshlight.

He cried out as the band his stomach snapped. Cumming around your cock with a whine of delight.

"Feel so good-" From this position, jayce could see the bulge in his stomach from where your cock was. You were so big. "Gonna fill you up."

White covered your vision as you let out a howl. Your cum splattering his twitching walls in thick ropes. You didn't stop your movements, fucking the cum inside him as he moaned.

"Don't stop!" He cried out. Eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure.

And you didn't. You chased every orgasm that hit you. Your cum was spilling out from the edges by the time you were done. Jayce was shaking, losing count of how many times he's came along side you. You forced yourself to pull back, your semi hard cock falling out with cum still drooling out of you.

You were quick to press your fingers inside, guiding him to lay on his back as you took in the sight of him.

He was glowing from the amount of sweat that covered his body. Heaving greedy gasps of air as drool was smeared all over his lips. His stomach was bloated from the amount of cum inside him. You slowly thrusted your fingers in and out, watching his swollen lips fluttered around you.

Jayce was completely blissed out. Staring at the ceiling as he smiled like an idioit. He was so beautiful.

He whined when he felt your fingers move. As much as you wanted him stuffed, you needed to clean him up. Cum poured out from his weeping cunt as he sniffled. You gave him a quick kiss on his forehead.

"I'll fill you up again, don't worry, but we need to get you cleaned up, ok?"

At the promise of another round of sex he happily nodded. Letting you carry him to the bathroom as you got the bath ready.

Nuzzling into his neck as you breathed in his scent. It was his usual smokey smell but you could also smell yourself. Completely marking him as yours.

#league of legends #arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane netflix #arcade asks #jayce giopara #jayce x reader #jayce league of legends #lol jayce #jayce smut #jayce imagine #monster boyfriend #werewolf jayce #hellhound

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the-ghost-king · 10 months

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Daedalus gave Mrs. O’Leary to Percy, not Nico❤️

you know when you haven't read something in 10 years so the details are a little foggy? yeah... anyhow it looks like Percy may have kind of given Mrs O'Leary to Tyson?? I mean Percy is with her in ToA but otherwise post Beckendorf's death she seems to be mostly with Tyson or when Nico + Percy are together she's with them? Which is honestly hilarious because it's either Percy collecting her because Percy thinks Nico will like seeing her and having her around or it's the more hilarious Percy thinking "oh this will be so awkward" about hanging with Nico and determining that a dog will ease the tension... Mrs O'Leary's current living situation is not disclosed though....

#But!! Can't have a dog in the dorm room and the son of wealth and his nepotism baby boyfriend #will probably be living in a large enough space to support a hellhound during their future and also camp is an #enrichment space for a giant dog so I think Nico should win #(also i have favorites)#asks #anon #pjo #mrs o'leary

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skepticalkoi-catastrophe · 1 year

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𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐: MASTERLIST

Pairing: Reaper!OC Crimsyn x Nephilim!OC Jaesyn

Trope: Frenemies, Friends to Best friends, Best friends to Lovers, Devine Paring, Prophesized Relationship, Monster au, College au, High School au flashbacks.

Summary: High school graduates Crimsyn and Jaesyn prepare to spend the next four years of college together when strange goings on start occurring on and off campus. Jaesyn keeps having nightmares of Hellfire and Crimsyn can't get her supposed dead mother's voice out of her head. Nothing a little investigation and summoning circles can't fix.

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Each warning will be tagged at the top of each post. Parental abandonment, mentions of devil worship, infertility, self-harm, manipulation, physical + mental abuse, body shaming, body dysmorphia, bullying, detailed blood + gore, body horror, mentions of depression/anxiety/suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, absence of parents, character deaths (Major + Minor).

Status: ongoing

Taglist: OPEN! COME ONE COME ALL!

Updates: Every 4 weeks

Chapter 1 - Lavender Power Lines

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predi-cam-ment · 2 years

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Woa! Sona be upon ye!

#my art #artistsona #artsona #hellhound #ft my pals Crowe and Tenta #and my lovely boyfriend Vin <33 #excuse the annoying tags I don’t know what else to tag this as <\3

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thiswasinevitableid · 2 years

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Raising Hell (Indruck)

Set in the same world as this Sternclay fill. Thanks to @bellafarallones for brainstorming with me in the discord.

When Indrid was seven years old, his family lived next door to a Rottweiler. There was a woman who lived there too, but she made far less of an impression than her dog, who would growl through the gap in the corner of the fence, startling Indrid every time. He was out in the front yard, sketching moths on the sidewalk, when the dog came barreling out the front door, straight onto him. His owner was incredibly apologetic, and Indrid only suffered a bruised side and some pavement burn. Looking back, he knows the dog was harmless, a friendly barrel on legs who just had to share his joy at an impending car ride.

Nevertheless, his inner child still freezes like a rabbit before a hawk whenever any canine larger than a corgi comes near him.

So you can imagine that the hellhound is not a welcome development.

He clenches his hands in his lap as the monster pinches each of the black candle wicks, leaving only the moonlight through the window screen.

“Fire season, figure you wanted those out ASAP.”

“Ah. Yes. Thank you.” He keeps his gaze just in front of the hellhound so all he has to process are the white-hot claws and dark brown fur with emerald embers showing through cracks, not the green-fire eyes and the mouth crammed with god knows how many teeth.

“Aw hell yeah” The claws lift the trio succulents in their tray, “I’ve never seen two of these. Mighty nice offerin.”

“I’m glad” He clears his throat, wishing the spell summoned any other entity, “I hope it will be sufficient for the task I ask of you. I, a dear friend of mine has been frame for murder and is stuck in prison. I know without a doubt he’s innocent but, but nobody seemed to believe my testimony at the trial and, ah, the point is I implore you, emissary of the shadows, to get him the hell out of there.”

“Do my best. Got a name?”

“Barclay Cobb.”

“Lemme go scope him out now. Don’t go nowhere.”

There’s a faint whiff of ozone and campfire, leaving Indrid alone to anxiously return the candles and books to the appropriate piles and shelves in his room. He flips on the light, intending to play Cryptid Crossing to calm his nerves, when a massive, canine shadow falls across the wall. The hellhound is with him once more, and there’s no way to avert his eyes without being rude, which for Barclay’s sake he cannot risk.. Nothing for it but to face the nightmare head on.

“You want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Good, please.”

“Your friend ain’t locked up any more. Seems like he got free, even got a car.”

Indrid perks up; he’ll go check the spot where he and Dani left the junker that Ned repaired for them in the hopes that Barclay might, somehow, escape.

“Bad news is, one of my, uh, co-workers is already keepin an eye on him. He’s a smart one, but the second he spotted me he showed his teeth and made it damn clear this was a one hound job.” The hellhound shrugs, “I can check back on him from time to time if you want, but if I try to move in on another hounds contract, I’ll be in big fuckin trouble. Like, get turned into stone trouble.”

“Oh. I see. I, I’m glad he’s out but he’s he’s still in danger, someone could get him…” Indrid’s hope crumples and falls like a dead moth to the bottom of his ribs. He’s failed his friend again, even his attempts at dark magic aren’t enough, he’s always too slow, too far behind the twists of fate, he’s useless, useless, useless.

He sinks down on the bed and closes his eyes, turning his back on the hellhound, unable to find words or sounds to express anything helpful. His mind is going flat, his tongue heavy.

“Hey now-”

The growl is closer, startling his mouth into motion.

“If you can't help Barclay you may as well go. That was the only reason I summoned you.”

“It just don't feel right, leaving you here all blue to spend the night beatin’ yourself up.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s what I deserve for failing him.”

“Don’t sound like you did.”

“If I'd just been more convincing at the trial, if I'd, I'd had him over the night he was arrested or something so he wouldn't have been anywhere near the murder in the first place, he wouldn’t be in this mess.” He sniffles, feeling guilty for being so pathetic when his friend has faced far worse.

Then he stiffens as a large, hot weight settles on the bed and creeps it’s sharp teeth towards his neck

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Duck can tell the human–Indrid, that’s what he’d called himself–is upset. He’s sensed this feeling in some of the hikers he rescues, where they shut down out of fear, stress, exhaustion, or all three. If he’s careful he can usually scent out how to comfort them without pressing and stressing them out more. So it’s only natural to climb onto Indrid’s bed and snuffle at the back of his neck, memories and emotions flooding his senses as he does.

The human stills, exhaustion and guilt flooding Duck’s nose as he murmurs, “Are you going to bite my head off for sending you on a pointless hunt?”

“What? No, of course not, that ain’t how hellhounds roll.”

“Mmm” is all he gets in reply, but in a rush he knows every self-blaming statement, every belief that he failed, came with total conviction. Duck takes a deep breath, searching for the source of his current fear, and finds a memory of a Rottweiler, chased with a memory of a brother threatening over and over again to drag him through the gate and let the dog finish what it started.

Whelp, that explains it.

Duck let’s the heat slip away from his body, lets himself shrink and his limbs shorten until he’s human. His human form, like his true form, is stocky and hairy, and he likes that it keeps the roundness of his face and the easiness of his smile. He scoots to the end of the bed, hands in his lap as he lets Indrid note the change at his own pace.

The human looks at him, then sits up in surprise, “You can turn human?”

“Yep. Got a whiff of the memory that you were scared of dogs, figured this’d be easier on you.”

A dark eyebrow raises, a stark contrast to the silver hair, “Did you also read my mind to turn into a guy who's exactly my type?”

“No? This is just how I look.”

“Oh.” Indrid sits up, rubs his face with a groan, “I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m so scared. For him. For me. For everyone.”

“Y'know, if I ever scare you, you can just whack my nose with a newspaper.”

Indrid’s eyes blink behind his red glasses. Then he laughs, a fluttering burst that reminds Duck of a much-needed summer rain, “Fair enough. I'd never do that to a real dog but I suppose you can take it.”

“Gotta say, half of my job to be scary, so I'm flattered you think I'm good at it. I'm considered kinda tame by most other hellhounds, on account of my finding more lost hikers or kids who wandered off than killers. Way I see it, ain’t no point in scarin’ people who ain’t done nothin wrong. Like you.” He smiles, sets his hands in his lap and crosses his ankles, “you got no reason to be scared of me, I promise.”

Indrid nods, but his hands come up to cling to wiry arms.

“Want me to go haunt that brother of yours for threatenin you so much? Could put the fear of Duck into ‘im.”

A soft snicker, “No, but thank you. I, if you’re willing to stay around, would you like some food? I was going to make myself a midnight snack.”

“Wouldn’t turn down beef jerky if you’ve got it. Or some popcorn; fuckin love that stuff.”

The human leads him downstairs; his room is part of a hotel, the old, small kind where it was just a big house that humans built up near train stations or beaches. No one else is up, and so he stretches out on the couch as Indrid makes a bag of popcorn, then dumps Lucky Charms into a bowl for himself.

“I’m amazed you’re not constantly setting things on fire.” Indrid gestures to where his tail would be as he sits in the chair opposite him.

“Mostly because I’ve been around for awhile. You learn how to change your temperature, keep your flames kinda, uh, metaphysical instead of real. Younger hellhounds catch shit on fire left and right; drives me nuts. Humans already think we’re evil, we don’t gotta add to that by causin fuckin forest fires. Plus you gotta be able to make sure flames don’t show through your human form.”

“Fascinating.”

Duck notices the tattoo on Indrid’s right shoulder, a deaths-head moth with the phases of the moon on it’s back, “You design that?”

“Mm? Oh, yes, I designed all of my tattoos.” A shy, friendly smile, “would you like to see the others?”

“Hell yeah.”

They talk until well past three, shushing and giggling on their way back up the stairs. As they sit on the bed, Indrid takes two, deep breaths and whispers, “Could I see your true form again? Or, at least, try being near it with my eyes closed?”

“You sure?”

“I feel like fear is all I’m made of these days. I want to be less afraid. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

Duck nods, waits until Indrid closes his eyes to return to his usual shape. Indrid senses the shift in the bed, and after a moment carefully extends his hand. Duck gently grasps his wrist, guiding his hand to the thick fur of his chest. There’s a delighted little inhale and then the second hand joins it.

“Your fur is a lovely texture.”

“Glad you like it. You good temperature-wise? I can make myself colder if you need.”

“I run cold, so this is nice. And yes, even in the summer.” Indrid scoots closer, bumping into Duck’s crossed legs, smile growing the longer he pets him. On a hunch, Duck cautiously tips them onto their sides, allowing Indrid to burrow against him with a long sigh, the kind that lives in a chest so long one can’t remember when the tension first began.

“Not as scary when you can't see me?”

“Mmmhmm”

He drapes his arm over Indrid’s side, “I can work with that.”

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Indrid will never understand how a town the size of Kepler can support not only himself, but the psychic parlor on the other end of the highway that slices between the rows of fast food chains, used car shops, and car washes. He’s not complaining, as it allows him to pay his rent while also selling his art on the side.

Before it all went to hell, Barclay would sell him baked goods at a discount, which he could then sell near the crystals at the front counter, enticing a sale out of people who’d just come to gawk at the rocks and weird plants he puts in the windowsill.

He’d give anything to be picking up that order again, for Barclay to pass him off some new cookie he was tinkering to test it on his sweet tooth…

Warm, reassuring breeze ruffles his hair. There’s no one behind him, but when he turns back around he swears there’s a canine-shaped shadow slipping beneath the front door.

After work, he drives into the Monongahela State Park, waving to Thacker at the toll booth as he does; his friend gifted everyone at the Lodge yearly passes to all state parks, which Indrid uses to come and find inspiration for new art. As he’s studying the updated map in the Visitor Center, a commotion catches his ear. It seems some lost day hikers have just been rescued after two days in the woods. Juno is talking with the ranger who led them in. The ranger who looks exactly like the man Indrid slept next to this morning.

“How long you been workin here again? Not that I ain’t grateful for the help, but I just can’t believe we never crossed paths before”

“Uh, I, uh, I’m usually the, uh, night shift? But, fuck, uh, they call me in for search and, uh, rescue sometimes? Uh, dang, think that’s the end of my shift.” The man tips his hat and departs out the back door. Indrid waits a moment, then follows him out onto the boardwalk trail.

“If you’re done for the day, would you care to join me on a walk?”

Duck yelps, then laughs when he realizes who’s beside him, “Damn, Indrid, nothin gets by you.”

“On the contrary, plenty of things get by me. Like time, for instance, or whether I put the clothes in the washer before turning it on. You simply have a way of capturing my attention.” He doesn’t mean it flirtatiously, but pink appears on Duck’s cheeks all the same.

“You, uh, got any favorite spots? I ain’t been in this forest until today; I was keepin an eye on you in case you were still feelin blue when I overheard someone on the street talking about the missin hikers.”

“I like this loop; if we linger long enough, we’ll even see bats. The way they fly always cheers me up.”

Duck offers his arm and Indrid takes it, emboldened by the affection on Duck’s face.

They stay long enough for both bats and fireflies to emerge before driving back to the Lodge. His lack of sleep last night is catching up with him, so he faceplants on the bed before remembering that Duck doesn’t have anywhere to sleep.

“I could crash on the floor? Or go ask, uh, Mama right? I could ask her about a room.”

Indrid’s room was once a suite, complete with a king bed whose springs are so old it acts more like a hammock than a mattress these days. But it does have some perks.

“If you’re comfortable, you’re welcome to sleep up here again. But I warn you, I tend to flop about.”

“I can handle that. You head off to sleep, ‘Drid. I gotta touch base with the beyond to make sure there ain’t any messages waitin’, then I’ll join you.”

Indrid tugs the sheet up, not quite willing to surrender the comforting, mild weight even in the face of the June heat. For the first time in over six months, he sleeps without fear of fingers lifting the half-open window, of the real killer coming for him while his friend rots in prison.

When he wakes up, his sleep-addled brain wonders why there’s a rock covered in phosphorescent moss laying on the end of his bed. Then a tail wags in pursuit of some dream and he remembers. Duck is enchanting like this, the embers peeking through his fur and skin reminding Indrid of those glow-in-the-dark stars he once had on his ceiling. His face is, remarkably, even softer in sleep than when he smiles, and while a chain of memories urges him to freeze or flee, reminding him of the rows of teeth behind that muzzle, no fear grips his veins.

Instead, he sets a hand on a warm back and pets in slow, meandering motion, until the hellhound stretches and mumbles something about breakfast.

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They’ve reached the point in the summer where Indrid is sleeping with no covers and only boxers preserving his modesty.

Duck is certain this is the greatest torment on earth. Which, given where he comes from, is saying something. But laying next to him, night after night, wishing he could rip them off and lick every inch of what they’re hiding, is getting to him. Twice now he’s woken up humping the bed and thanking his lucky stars Indrid wasn’t roused by the motion.

Worse still is that he knows Indrid’s affection for him morphed into attraction weeks ago. The human is constantly cuddling up with him, brushing his fur, holding his hand. They’ve gone on outings that are dates in all but name. But all it takes is one snuffle at Indrid’s mind to know that, in spite of no longer fully blaming himself for Barclay’s imprisonment, the human still believes he doesn’t deserve to be happy until his friend is able to be the same.

Duck aches to tell him to be happy when he can, but he’s afraid that will come across as selfish. So he contents himself with sleeping in his bed and watching over him when he walks home, with hushed late-night conversations and mornings spent shoulder to shoulder on the couch.

The other residents of Amnesty Lodge barely batted an eye when he started hanging around, and he’s enjoying having friends who aren’t about to be called away to chase down damned souls. He also knows that Aubrey, Dani’s girlfriend, is a hellhound herself, but they’ve arrived at a mutual agreement to never, ever mention this.

Everyone he loves misses Barclay. Which is why he cannot wait to give them findings from his latest recon on the guy.

The Lodge is empty save for Indrid, and so Duck stays in his hellhound form as he says, “He’s in the clear, ‘Drid. I just found out his hellhound worked out who the real Northwoods Killer is and, uh, well I ain’t sure we gonna be seein’ the guy anymore. Point is, soon as the legal stuff is sorted out, Barclay’s comin’ home.”

The news plays across Indrid’s face, surprise giving way to unfettered joy. Then cool hands are cupping his cheeks as the human kisses him.

His tail wags so hard it knocks the mail from the coffee table.

“Sorry” Indrid’s smile suggests the opposite as he collapses against Duck’s chest, “I just, he’s okay. He’s okay and he’s coming home.” His arms circle half-way around Duck in a very determined hug, “I can’t wait for you two to meet each other.”

The next two weeks are a flurry of chaos and phone calls, Barclay checking in every day to update them on his status. Duck helps Thacker fix up Barclay’s room, the one Mama couldn’t bring herself to clean out and rent to someone new. Dani sets up a brand new kitchen garden, while Indrid and Aubrey decide on which cake most says “oh thank god you’re home.”

When the day finally comes, Barclay is barely through the door before he’s swarmed in a group hug. As tearful “welcome homes” flood the room, Duck meets the eyes of the man who accompanied Barclay across the threshold.

Joe gives him a small nod of recognition as a towering hellhound shadow–that only Duck can see–looms behind him.

Barclay wipes his eyes, “This, uh, this is Joseph. My boyfriend. He helped me out a ton through all this.”

Joe casts a dazzling smile into the group as he shakes hands as the tail on the shadow wags happily.

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Would the bed be cooler without a furry hellhound in it? Yes

Is Indrid about to kick Duck out or make him be human? Not a chance.

Ever since they began sleeping side by side, Indrid dreams of sunny beaches or turquoise pools at desert hideaways. Tonight, his dream self is in a tent on a tropical island, his friends all safe and chattering away at the campfire outside. Duck, however, is with him, running his claws along his sides and kissing his neck.

He wakes up slowly, the dream still clinging to him as he registers soft fur and a familiar snout snuffling his face and throat. It’s an idle expression of affection, one that Duck sheepishly admitted he doesn’t notice half the time.

“Just happens because I’m so damn happy when we’re together.”

He lets his eyes flutter closed and runs his fingers along Duck’s face, “Nice Duck.” He kisses his shoulder, “Good Duck.”

There’s a thwup-thwup of tail on sheets, “Love hearin the little sounds you make when you’re all comfy.”

“Mmmm” Indrid hooks his ankle over a strong leg, wiggling until he’s as close to his hellhound as can be, “Duck? Pay attention to me.”

A growling chuckle, “Sugar, I’m literally huggin’ you right now.”

“I want more” He glances up at Duck, laughing when his tongue drags up his neck.

“Like that?”

“Yes, yes very much like that.”

“Aw, should I be hurt you ain’t even a little scared of me anymore.”

“‘S your own fault for being so sweet and nice to me. My handsome Duck” He kisses just below the strip of embers on his chest, rolls his hips to let Duck know just how unafraid he is.

“I got fire for eyes, darlin.”

“I know what I said.”

A claw traces down his arm, “What do you want, sugar?”

“You. Want my hellhound.”

“Your hellhound, huh?” A paw slips between them, cupping his half-hard cock, “that mean this is my, uh, situation to attend to?”

He whimpers at the realization that Duck’s palm covers his entire cock with ease, “Please?”

Duck shifts, bringing his free paw around to grip Indrid’s ass. Claws prick through his boxers as Duck kisses his cheek, “Show me how much you want it.”

Indrid grinds against his hand, savoring the warmth of it, digs his fingers into dark fur. There’s a rip of fabric and then his underwear is gone, its remains tossed in the direction of the trashcan. The stress of the last few months meant he never jerked off to ease his body's tension, and so he chases long-overdue relief, moaning as Duck murmurs that it’s okay, that he has him, that he’s here.

He never wants to be anywhere but here, hints of pine smoke in his nose and green flames flickering off his skin. The more Duck envelopes him, the easier it is to let go, to wildly work his hips until he comes with a gasp that drowns out the Cicadas.

When he looks up, Duck is panting, rows of teeth glinting in the moonlight. In spite of the palpable wave of want coming off him, all he says is, “You wanna go back to sleep?”

How could he deny such a sweet, thoughtful beast?

“No. M’tired but I want you to feel you cum. I want you to use me.”

A growl shakes the lampshade and he shudders. Then there’s a clunk of Duck slamming his mouth shut.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be sorry, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” Indrid peppers his chest with kisses, “you’re my Duck, you take such good care of me and I could never be afraid of you, no matter how big…oh, oh my” his hand can only wrap halfway around the hardening cock between Duck’s legs, “that may be an understatement.”

“Yeah” the pink tinges the embers along his back, “pretty common for hellhounds. Uh, if you want me to fuck you full on it might take awhile. I could eat you out if you want, I know they’re always doin’ that in those books you read…”

“Tempting. But right now I want to be able to talk to you it, it helps keep me in the moment. You could fuck my thighs if you’d like.”

The growl shakes his bones this time, “Fuck, I’m gonna make such a mess of you.”

Indrid rolls onto his other side. Before he can fumble for the lube, his legs are yanked open and Duck slides his cock between them.

“Ohmygoodness.”

“You ain’t gonna need any of that.” Duck’s cock is already dripping, mingling with Indrid’s cum and sweat to slick up his thighs, “now, keep ‘em nice and tight for me.”

“Duck” he grabs one, muscular arm, grinning like a fool as Duck slowly thrusts against him, grunting whenever his knot pushes between his thighs. He’s being so careful, his hold and touches remarkably light for his size. Indrid kisses his hand and arms, then turns his head to peck his cheek and murmur, “I recall asking you to use me, sweetheart.”

There’s a snarl and then his knees hit the bed and his cheek smushes into his pillow. The only light is from the flames peeking through Duck’s fur, his bulk blocking out the moon as he blankets Indrid. He’s thrusting so roughly it catches Indrid’s cock, and he squeaks from oversensitivity as it bounces helplessly between his legs.

“Fuck” Duck growls, “gonna be so much fun to knot you sometime. Gonna do it up, take such good care of you and then keep you on my cock all fucking night, see just how deep in this cute little ass I can get ohfuck, ‘Drid” claws dig into his hips as a low, moaning growl drips down his back. Duck jerks his hips twice and then cums so hard it spatters up Indrid’s stomach and chest.

The world spins and Indrid is on his back, resting atop Duck’s chest. That won’t do at all; he wants to see his face. He flips over, adjusting so he can kiss him silly as he pants and whines through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Does…does this mean we’re boyfriends now?” Duck smiles hopefully at him.

“Nothing would make me happier. I, that is, if you-” Duck cuts him off with another kiss, then licks his nose just to see him laugh.

“Bet Barclay’s gonna tease you for stealin his ‘date a hellhound’ idea.”

Indrid nestles down in his arms, “I can work with that.”

#indruck #hellhound au #indrid cold/duck newton #terato #monster boyfriend #duck x indrid

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murdrdocs · 2 months

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imagine luke and hades!reader who has a hellhound as a protector bc she’s a big 3 kid. this hellhound is very protective so this got me thinking. imagine the r is going at it with luke, and luke makes her moan and barely a second later, this hellhound is clawing at the door and barking bc it thinks r is hurt, when really it’s the opposite.

idk just a thought i had :)

want to make it known that @gh0stsp1d3r has written a hades!reader w a hellhound concept as well

your moan is still echoing around the empty barn whenever you hear the first scratch. at first, you attribute it to nothing, choosing to focus on the long and steady strokes luke is pushing up into your gut.

but when you groan at the feeling of luke pushing down on your lower abdomen, making you feel the outline of him within you, you hear the scratching again, this time paired with a whimper you recognize well.

"wait, luke." he's quick to stop, curls flopping as he looks up at you with his eyebrows pinched together.

"what?"

with the wet sounds of your cunt and the shared groans between you and luke eliminated, you can hear the sound of an upset dog on the other side of the bolted barn doors.

you don't have to be looking at luke to know he's frowning whenever you start to push him away. he doesn't go far, though, only unsheathing himself just to the tip.

"drac?" your voice elicits another whimper from the dog on the other side of the door.

you turn back to luke with a pout on your lips. "luke, he's sad. he wants to come in."

luke, clearly not as fond of your hellhound as you are, scoffs and pushes you to lay back down.

"so he can try to bite me as soon as i touch you?"

you hit his shoulder halfheartedly. you intended for there to be more power behind the jab, but it's then that luke sinks back into you and your limbs have a tendency to turn to mush whenever your boyfriend fucks you.

"that was ..." it takes you a moment and loads of determination to finish your sentence. "that was one time."

"one time too many." luke dips his head to suck on the spot that always clears your mind. psychological warfare that works up until dracula barks.

you're whining when you tell luke that you should at least go check up on him. eventually, he sighs, lets up on your skin, and faces you with his lips turned down and his eyes a little emotionless.

"lemme at least make you cum and then we can all go play a nice game of fetch. okay?"

you're quick to agree, laying back complaisantly and holding up your half of the deal so luke can do the same.

#lukesworld!#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan #celeste writes pjo #yeah the hellhound is called dracula #deal w it

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keerysfreckles · 3 months

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Can you make an Aphrodite reader x Luke fic where she’s has low self esteem and he’s like your so beautiful!??? And she’s like stop your lying to me :( and he kisses her idk?

pretty isn't pretty — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite fem!reader

warnings: mentions of self doubt and self esteem issues

a/n: oh how i've missed writing luke fics

masterlist !

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being the daughter of aphrodite was hard for y/n. her mother always made her feel pressured as if she wasn't enough. that she wasn't pretty enough or liked enough.

that was until luke castellan came around. luke and y/n started dating less than a month ago when luke had saved her from a hellhound trying to enter the camp. he helped her to the infirmary and kept her company. the rest was history.

luke made y/n feel seen, adored. however she couldn't help but feel self conscious about her own looks when she saw her newest sister walking around camp. she had gorgeous blonde hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall. there were freckles placed so delicately on her skin, it made y/n's insides twist. her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue anyone has ever seen, and her lips were as red as cherries.

y/n felt like a dud. she felt so small and unworthy of aphrodite's name when the new camper had gotten claimed.

what did y/n do when she felt like this?

she locked herself in her cabin all day.

yes it wasn't the most practical option, but she felt as if she had no other choice.

a knock on the cabin door brought her out of her demolishing thoughts.

"come in," she mumbles against her pillow.

luke walks inside the cabin and is instantly confused once he sees y/n curled under the covers of her bunk bed.

"sweetheart? you okay?" he kneals down besides the bed, and brushes the hair out of y/n's face.

"you know that new aphrodite camper?" luke nods, "i feel like my mother hates me."

luke's eyebrows only furrow as y/n covers her head with her blanket.

"i'm gonna need you to elaborate love."

y/n sits up with the blanket pooling at her waist. "i feel like the gods made a mistake or something. i don't belong in this cabin. i don't belong here. i'm not pretty enough to be in this cabin. i'm not smart enough to be in athena's. i'm not strong enough to be in hephaestus'. luke i don't know what i'm doing here."

"hey, hey no. we talked about this. you're more than enough, okay? you do belong here love. you belong in this cabin. you belong at camp. and you belong with me."

luke was now sitting on the bed facing his girlfriend. he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss upon her lips.

"i hate seeing you like this," his words are soft as the air brushes against y/n's. "i just can't believe you don't see what i see."

y/n moves her hands to fiddle with the curls at the back of luke's neck. "what do you see?"

luke lets out an airy chuckle.

"i see the most beautiful girl sitting right in front of me."

"luke," y/n cuts off her boyfriend with a groan.

"no, you didn't let me finish. i truly do think you're beautiful. not only your looks, but your soul. the most beautiful soul i have ever met."

he leans forward again and kisses the girl. this time she kisses back, making the kiss longer than the first one.

"what did i do to deserve you?"

luke shrugs with a smug look on his face, "oh i don't know, guess you couldn't resist my charm."

#shelbi writes #keerysfreckles #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #pjo #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x fem reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #pjo show #pjo tv #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians

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nice-meanie · 3 months

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Lucifer Morningstar helping overworked s/o

A/N: I haven’t written in a while so im trying to get back into it again. Don’t be scared to shoot over a request - especially not for our fav short king

1.2k - Lucifer Morningstar x reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: fluff, very sweet, already established relationship

Overworked s/o gets some comfort and love from our all-time favourite Lucifer.

You walked to the hotel door with a painful ache in your neck. All the sitting around, reading documents and arguing with some wanna-be rich people about car prices made your neck and shoulders sore. With slumped shoulders and an annoyed look, you stumble into the newly rebuilt hotel. Greeting you with a beaming smile, Charlie hopped over to you:

“Hey y/n, are you ready for a team-building exercise of trust and friendship? Now that you are finished with work, you can join us!!!”

“Sorry, not today Char Char. It was an exhausting day at work”

Normally you loved helping out Charlie in the hotel and talking to the others, but today you just wanted to go die for the secound time on the couch. You shot a quick smile and waved at Lucifer, who smiled back with slight pity noticing your tired deminer.

You walked up the neverending set of stairs, which seemed to just get longer and longer. After finally reaching your and Lucifer’s bedroom you fumbled with your keys in your pocket and opened the door. You walked to the bedroom and clumsily opened the door. Seeing the sweat relief of the king-sized bed, you flopped your tired body on it and let out an aching moan. You looked around the room, letting your eyes glide over the hotel room, which was more like a small one-bedroom apartment. It seemed like the concept of time had disappeared. Everything began to feel like a blur and your brain got foggy from the exhaustion. Minutes felt like hours in your trance-like state, when you heard a small klick coming from the door. You couldn’t be bothered to pick up your head let alone your body, so you just slowly rolled your eyes in the direction of the sound waiting for the bedroom door to be opened. You thought it was someone who came to check up on you or even worse, ask you for a favour so you presumptuously let out an annoyed huff. What you didn’t expect was to see Lucifer at the foot of the door, opening it slowly and carefully as if not to wake up a newborn baby. Seeing your lovely partner made your heart flutter and a barely visible smile crept up on your face despite your crushed state.

Seeing hell’s King sneak around your bedroom to not wake you if you were asleep had something heartwarming about it. This gave you enough strength to barely pull yourself from your lying position into a sitting one, letting one of your legs dangle off of the edge of the bed while the other was resting on the bed folded near your body. A silent “oh shit” echoed through the room as your boyfriend walked up to you and sat next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry honey. Did I wake you?”

“No, no, not at all. I was just… resting on the bed”

“You look beaten, are you alright? You need to start watching out for yourself more. I mean, no one should be this tired. What if someone attacked you and you were too overworked to fight back?!”

You chuckled at your worried man and let your head fall on the shoulder pad of his pearl-white suit. He tensed up from the sudden touch but quickly relaxed. His hand found their way to your hair stroking your head gently. He carefully lifted your head to remove his jacket and hat and threw them on the bed to make his shoulder more comfortable to lie on.

“It was a loooooong day. First, some overlord was pissy that the price of a car he wanted to buy went up and wanted to bargain it down. As if that wasn’t bad enough some imp came to argue that his insurance won’t cover the car damages after he tried to transport two horses and a hellhound in his minivan. He just wouldn’t understand how the insurance couldn’t cover the damages his fiasco made on the car!”

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this to yourself y/n! I mean you come home being tired to death after your job. Why don’t you just stay and work in the hotel? We’ve got plenty to get done so you won’t be out of work!”

“Luci, I can’t. I know my job has some downsides, but I’ve always loved cars. They are the only good memories I have left from Earth. I’m fine”

You said the last sentence through your teeth. You knew you weren’t fine and so did Lucifer, but you still tried to reassure him. He sighed and decided to let this argument go. He was worried sick from you working yourself to the bone and wanted to take your pain away, but he also knew that you were stubborn and wouldn’t listen to him. So he decided to take care of you once again. His hand crept up to your cheek replacing it with his shoulder and carefully slid behind you on the bed. You melted into his touch, savouring every last drop of love and affection he gave you. You moaned from dissatisfaction when the support of his shoulder was gone, but were nicely surprised by his hands gliding to your neck and shoulders and massaging them. You hummed at the release of tension in your muscles and let your head fall backwards with shut eyes. Lucifer couldn’t help but kiss your forehead gently flashing a smile at your satisfied face. Your eyes fluttered open and he let his hands slide lower across your whole back running circles. His fingertips and nails tickled your back. The painful fog in your brain started to lift and be replaced with gentle love. While savouring hell’s boss’ touch he snaked his hands behind your neck and legs picking you up effortlessly startling you. Your hands clutched onto his chest. It is still surprising how easily he can pick you up despite you being taller.

Carefully he walked over into the other room while you let your head rest on his body trying to get as close to him as possible as if you were afraid to lose him. While setting you down on the couch you cluched his arms almost anxiously.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You loosened your grip and sat up letting him slip behind you on the backrest of the couch. Lucifer kissed the top of your head letting you fall in his touch once more and resting your body between his legs. His hands slipped into your hair once more scratching your scalp softly and peppering your head with soft kisses. Taking care of you. Slowly you felt the stress of the day lifting. His hand slid over to your chin and pulled your face up. His back bent down and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You let yourself get lost in the kiss and reached up to his head placing your hands on the side of his head pulling Lucifer deeper into the kiss. His golden hair tickled the tips of your fingers making you smile into the kiss. After pulling away your boyfriend gave you a gentle look and kissed your nose making you giggle softly.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Lucifer”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader hazbin #lucifer fluff #hazbin fluff

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