sry I haven't posted in a while my single pringles enjoy~
Yandere Knight~ Who was summoned to rescue a princess from the clutches of the most feared dragon in the empire.
Yandere Knight~ Who indifferently agrees and begins his quest.
Yandere Knight~ Who charges to your land on his trusty steed and is then face to face with you your scales shimmering and your eyes burning with fury you were much more magnificent than he imagined...
Yandere Knight~ Who fought well bravely and was about to take the final blow ready to launch his lance into your throat when suddenly you transformed into your weakened part human form stopping him in his tracks.
Yandere Knight~ Who's eyes widened at the sight of you, you were gorgeous much more beautiful than any princess could ever be he took a moment to take in your form as you struggled to stay standing your wings spread and your fiery eyes glaring into his waiting for him to take the blow.
Yandere Knight~ Who cautiously approached you and watched you sit there accepting your fate and smiles slightly as your eyes open confused as he caressed your cheek and horns muttering to himself.
"Ethereal..."
Yandere Knight~ Who is startled when you growl and fly away, and his eyes linger on your now distant form and internally groans when the princess runs out and throws herself at him as he fights back the burning urge to throw her off.
Yandere Knight~ Who confronts every dragon ologist to learn as much as he can about your kind, He has to know every detail about his new beloved after all.
Yandere Knight~ Who finds out your love for precious objects and always comes to your land leaving treasure and jewels behind picturing how lovely you'll look in them.
Yandere Knight~ Who outright refuses the kings proposal for him to marry the princess as a reward for saving her his mind only occupied with how stunning you looked amongst your flames.
Yandere Knight~ Who makes sure no other knight is sent anywhere near you he can't have anyone else seeing your beauty or attempting to slay you.
Yandere Knight~ Who's attempts end up being futile and is sent with troops to slay you once and for all.
Yandere Knight~ Who is furious to see the last remaining knight standing over your weakened for with his sword raised ready to finish you off.
Yandere Knight~ who charges and kills the knight slicing his head clean off with a sick smile as he watches it fall at your feet seeing your frozen expression as he caresses your face with his bloodied hands.
“No one will ever hurt you my treasure I’ll be the only one who knows your true beauty, and I’ll never let anyone else see it~”
y'all can read my new yandere dragon x knight reader
Okay, what about Raccoon!Reader who is an exceptional thief, whose so good at just sneaking around and taking things for themselves. Eventually, their skill catches the attention of the wrong people who pay reader to go steal things, making reader do their dirty work.
And reader who, with nothing left to lose and in need of the money does it.
Not at all expecting to end up being caught when trying to steal some important military files by some guy who offered a good amount for your work.
Four big and buff men staring you down at you as you were tied to an uncomfortable metal chair. Growls and chittering coming from you as you looked up at them. Not really out of anger but out of fear, you'd never been caught before, and just your luck for the first time when you did, it's by this scary group of buff military men.
Finally, a deep and gruff voice speaks up. "Care to explain yourself, little trash panda?"
Out of all the animals kept at the hybrid sanctuary, you're his favorite. The most beautiful creamy plumage that practically glitters in the sunlight - which you always allow him to groom (as ill-advised as it is for him to do so) - and you're so, so, so good with guests. You do tricks, are always so happy to show off your feathers, happily chirp at the little ones and preen them, you playfully tease couples, knocking into one so they'll fall into the others arms; you're playful, outgoing, and sweet - an absolute delight to work with!
Despite being a female (therefore having "boring" plumage) you're the star of the show, people come to see you and your extraordinarily friendly personality (perhaps they're a more solitary bird species, which means you being friendly is a rarity and that makes it extra hard to find you a mate...)
They cycle through many similar bird hybrids as potential mates to prevent loneliness and depression but (for the first time in your career) you snottily turn your nose, folding your wings over yourself in a huff.
Eventually they stop trying, seeing as you get quite irritable any time they try and set you up, until another one of your exact species is found injured and he's brought in for rehabilitation; and unfortunately your habitat is the only one with the perfect conditions to help this bird rehabilitate.
And oh you do not like him. Kyle now has to divert his attention from you to both of you, it's awful.
Now I can't really decide if I wanna make Johnny or Simon the hybrid.
Johnny
The new hybrid gains a lot of attention easily - far faster than you ever did - and you quickly get jealous that (bc he's just as outgoing and friendly as they are) he's gets more attention because his plumage is brighter and prettier; a vibrant clash of orange, yellow, and blue that mesh together like a warm sunrise splayed over his wings, tufts of his plumage peeking out from the tight, backless tank-top he sported.
It hurts, it really does.
What really gets you is the way Kyle always helps Johnny preen his pin feathers, carefully breaking and pulling off the keratin shell until his glistening feathers are free. Kyle never helped you preen your own feathers - it was always one of the women staff members, who you loved, sure, but not like you adored Kyle. And why… why weren't you special enough to get Kyle's delicate treatment? Were your feathers not as beautiful to him anymore?
You take to sneaking contraband, combing a waxy, sticky dye through your feathers, sniffling because you'll never be as pretty as Johnny. Your feathers will never shine in the sun like him, gather the attention of women and men alike, never be adored like him - he'll always be better than you. You begin to nervously pluck at your feathers and hair, over-preening yourself anxiously, when you look in the mirror all you can see is the flaws in your presentation.
You're not built strong and powerful like Johnny, but you're not slender and delicate like those willowy birds in the other habitats. You're not good at being either… Bad as a female, bad as a male.
You can't help but feel sick when you comb the dye through your feathers, the wax melts on your palms and even after you coat your feathers with it, it leaves a sticky residue. You look a mess, the dye is uneven, only really showing up on your lighter feathers, appearing as sickly blotches on your darker ones. It's humiliating, sitting alone at the lake hidden deep in your habitat so you could bathe in peace without people seeing you.
Looking at your watery reflection, you see why people stopped coming to see you. You were never going to be as pretty as the other birds, less colorful, less powerful, less pretty… less everything.
That's how Kyle finds you, crying over what you see in the water, feathers coated in a wax that dulls their beauty, the color smeared in your hair and over your shoulder blades too.
"Oh, my poor birdie," He croons as he pulls you away from the water, hands on your shoulders to try and get you to look at him. "What's all this then?"
Whimpering babbles were the only response he got, barely parsing out "Johnny…", "Like him more…", "ugly bird…" you cried as you fanned your feathers out.
Kyle takes your hand, taking you to the bath house where staff helped clean hybrids if they were unable to do so themselves for one reason or another, cooing at you the whole way.
Guiding you into the bath, he toed off his socks and shoes, standing in the shallow end of the bath. His hands were nice and cool as he moved you onto your back, your wings floating weightless in the water.
You let out a trill of pleasure, flapping them softly as the warm water weaved between your sticky feathers.
"Yeah, feels good, doesn' it?" Kyle purred, gentle hands guiding your wings to fully stretch out.
He began lathering your wings up, getting between all the nooks and crannies that you had messed up, the only sound was the water in the bath getting cycled around through the pouring waterfall and the drains.
"You know I'm gonna have to take… whatever it is you got stuck in your feathers."
You huffed with disappointment, wings folding in slightly before Kyle stretched them back out.
"Now," He murmured as he sat you up, grabbing a pitcher to rinse your wings. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
May I humbly request Billy Hargove with Steve's younger twin brothwr reader? Hybird au???? (Doe/Wolf??? Mayhaps???)
(OwO)????
The Time I Met You
[And I'm Not Sure If I Would Again]
Pairing ~ Wolf!Billy Hargrove x Male!Buck!Harrington!Reader
Summary ~ Keeping your head down in a tiny town is your own best way of getting by. Unfortunately for you, your twin is one of the most popular guys in town, which comes with a personal enemy whom he mistakes you for.
CW ~ TOXIC BILLY!!!!!!!!! BORDERS ON SA PLEASE STAY SAFE AND DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE, kinda yn/ny twins coded iykyk, readers lowk a loser, author can't take fight scenes seriously then locked tf in, Billy calls you a fag when you're both fags, Billy fear kink??? Someone tell me I'm not crazy,
A/N ~ Sorry I turned it into strange toxic yaoi 😕
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Y'know what sucks?
Being the unheard of, loser twin brother to the literal 'King' of Hawkins High.
Screw this small town. Screw the popular crowd, screw your parents, screw your brother. It all sucked. Because who could compare to the honoured, fawned over, Steve Harrington? It seemed like whatever achievement you made in life was thrown out or simply ignored in turn for the trophy child. You carried the Harrington, name, yes, so technically you were also saddled with the crushing weight of expectation, but any attempt at proving yourself was shunned or compared to your great, wonderful brother. Steve, who had his name plaqued all over school walls. Steve, who girls giggled and whispered about. Steve, who's name was chanted at any sports event. Steve, who was truthfully the only name your parents remembered.
Could you imagine? You've worked hard in life, you're rather sure. Hell, it was the only thing you could do in a small, deadend town. But nobody remembered you. Whatever social traits and good looks your twin had somehow been graced with must've stolen yours in the womb as well. Because why could he sweettalk anyone who came his way, while you ended up fumbling with words and giving up? You weren't popular enough for the popular kids, weren't strange enough for the outcasts. Not nerdy enough for the elites, not sporty enough for the jocks. Not girly enough for the gals, not masculine enough for the boys. Just enough to keep your head down, not get in trouble, and drown silently counting down days until graduation.
It wasn't as bad as a lot of kids had it, you rationalized. Maybe your brother was a dick sometimes, but he generally stayed out of the way. And because Steve was so popular, most other kids did too.
You did find a life for yourself, though. A small crowd of theatre kids that maybe you didn't consider 'friends', but at leat people you could talk to and get along alright with for the period.
Both your world's flipped- okay, maybe it only really affected Steve, but you noticed- in junior year, the fresh new, blue eyed, blonde haired and ocean lingered face of Billy Hargrove sent popularity in a scrabble. You didn't even notice the set-in though until you started seeing Steve show up with blooming bruising and more agitated than usual. Not that you talked about it. Pft. Who does that?
Normally, you'd disregard this. Steve could handle himself, and even so, what could you do? Stutter the new guy away? Okay. It was best to just stay out of it. Unfortunately, Billy was almost obsessed with finding your twin to pick on in particular because it stirred up drama and made him appear... hot? From what you heard, at least. And when Billy went looking for Steve, it wasn't the first or last time when he found you instead.
"Steeeeve, sorry boy, didn't see you at Nanc's party last night," the Californian mocked loudly in your direction. You were walking your way through the inbetween of abandoned houses and where it cut off to brussel in expanses of deep forestry. Pausing and looking around as if expecting him to be talking to someone else, then pointing at yourself with half confusion, half annoyance.
Billy scoffed, flicking ash from his ever-present cigarette that practically guaranteed him lung cancer at 25 with the way he always seemed to be mulling over one. "Yeah, you, sweetheart. Who else?"
You stopping trailing a few paces away from him, holding back any visable body signs that you found him threatening. Technically, you'd never actually seen him in an actual fight, but a wolf like him against a buck like you? Even nature was against you, it seemed. "You've got the wrong one again, Hargrove," you grumbled simply, small ears flicking beneath the cover of your hair.
Billy's harsh grin dropped the slightest bit as if just mildly disappointed, though quickly finding himself on the upbeat again. Maybe he couldn't beat up Steve right now, but harassing the loser Harrington has gotta count as some sort of enrichment. You watched his tail brush the cracked, dry grounding of unused road beneath him as he trailed closer, looking as proud as ever.
"Even better," Hargrove's lips curled, a deep, uneasy restlessness settling deep in your gut as his eyes traced your body. You felt that restlessness seep from your stomach and drip down to your legs and feet, resisting the urge the tap the ground with anxious energy. "And why weren't you at Nanc's party, then? Or, any party, for that matter. Surely, being a Harrington, twin of the old King, has gotta get you somewhere, huh, sweetheart?"
Your tail twitched, thankfully hidden tucked into your jeans, when the wolf hybrid brought himself much too close for comfort. But then again, that was his whole point, was it not? "Theatre kids don't exactly get invited to parties," your voice scratched blankly. If you gave him nothing to work off of, no fear or embarrassment shown, he's gotta get bored, right?
Billy huffed with mock sympathy, taking a slow drag of his damn cigarette and blowing the smoke into your face. He barked what must've been a laugh when you stepped back with lifted shoulders and a look comparable to that of when a kid gets their first sex ed lesson.
"Shame," the blonde boy taunted, blue eyes boring into yours as if waiting for even the subtlest of breaks to show there. "Pretty face might be useful there. Maybe then, your brother could go home with less bruises."
"Fuck off, Billy. People only like you for your dick," you spat once he brought up Steve. Maybe you two didn't talk or get along a lot, but he was still your brother. He had still shown he cared about you, even secretly.
Hargrove quieted at that, cruel mirth slipping from his face as you found the darkness and chilled breeze of the woods to almost adopt Billy with them. "What'd ya say, skank?" His voice moved like still water, his chest now brushing against yours and just daunting you to give him a reason.
Your jaw clenched, sucking in slow, cold air and making your eyes stay trained on Billy's. You could back away here. Or you could be honest. In total truth, he needed to hear it.
"...said people don't like you unless for your dick," you repeatedly quietly, body screaming internally with nerves and panic, but giving nothing but dead eyes and a slightly shaky breathing rate.
You hadn't even registered you were on the ground until you felt the warm, coppery tang of blood running down your nose. Then came the burn of asphalt denting into your hands. Then the panic of the wolf hybrid shadowing over you with narrowed pupils, bloody knuckles and irritated, twitching ears.
With the given moment of the Californian apparently mogging you, you hooked your foot on the other boy's ankle, sending him into a rough tumble down. So maybe he ended up shirtless on top of you. It wasn't something you thought about until later that night.
The fumble of both of you ending up on the floor resulted in a scratching, concerning chokes of breathe and wrestling on the hard, cracked road. Tugging and rolling about, long cuts from shards of rock imprinting the both of your bodies. This went on until you felt your wrists shoved roughly into the concrete, laying on your back with Billy huffing on top of you. Yet, you struggled still, twisting your body and squirming while the golden haired boy got fed up with you fighting despite him. He ended up straddled utop your hips to keep your legs down, which took tbe remaining breath out of you out of sheer fluster.
"..."
"..."
"...are you seriously hard right now?"
"Shut the fuck up, you fag."
Oh. Billy was definetly hard. And you were still frozen with panic and wide eyed nerves, unsure what was to happen of you next. Even with the uncomfortable stabbing of rocks under you, your body pressed subconsciously deeper into the floor as if to somehow get away from the other boy. The wolf's eyes were now dilated with what could be anything at this point. Cruel amusement, satisfaction, temptation, arousal- but all of which did not help the nauseating feeling of panic that writhed around your stomach.
Billy only stared and considerated what he could do next with you, feeling the stuttered pounding of your heart and failure of complete breaths. The ends of your horns had chipped in your scuffles, and the sight of you panicked, genuinely scared and scarred didn't help denying his half-chub pressed onto the top of your own cock. Slowly, in a way that a part of him didn't belive his own actions, one hand pressed to circle your throat, warming at the pathetic sound that escaped you as you still, still tried to squirm. Yet your body moved like any touch from him burned, but also anxious to move too much, like it would anger him further. Billy's hand, though, simply laid firmly around your neck. Not cutting off air [yet]. Maybe testing your reaction. After a hesitant minute, his hand began to move lower, watching your face with some sort of sick enjoyment inside him he wasn't even aware of. Enjoying the way your body gave into fear more. Enjoying the newfound tremble of your skin, the quick stabs of breath, the pinpricks of your eyes. The Californian's hand pressed against the vulnerable softness of your stomach, feeling your gut clench as he paused there, half aware of his motions that almost reached under the belt of your pants.
"Hey, hey, w-wait-" you choked, desperate for anything to stop or just pause whatever was happening. "C'mon, man, I-I was joking, please- don't do this-"
Then Billy practically jumped off of you as if you were a live fire, eyes bursting with disgust that you weren't sure was for you or himself.
"... get the fuck outta here, Harrington."
After nodding stupidly a good second, your body finally figured out movement was a real thing you could do, scrambling up and not looking back while you zipped off into the safety of the silent and people-empty woods.
putting this here so I can remember all the hybird readers lalalalal – (readers for this one use she/they/just feminine overall unless specified) [3/? READERS LISTED]
Puppy! Reader 🐾🐶🍀
very curious and nosy. always whining about something and eating whatever you left out. tail is almost always wagging, ears perking up at the mention of their name. also will sometimes bite, but in a "I love you" kind of way :3
Support Hybird! Puppy Reader x Poly CoD
Puppy! Reader x Poly CoD Christmas Hcs
Bunny! Reader 🍥🐰🎀
somewhat of a soft crybaby, so sensitive but genuinely sweet to everyone. will take power naps, before having energy bursts. tries to hide face in long fluffy ears when embarrassed/sad/scared. likes baking and pastel colors.
Cat! Reader 🐈⬛️🌧🧷
very very moody. sarcasm is their first go-to. will only answer to their name, if they feel like it. will nip at you continuously, doesn't care if it hurts, let them nap then!!! ( ;｀Д´) if you buy them new stockings to be "nice", best believe they're making holes/ripping (clawing) them up in front of you. Enjoys ear scratches though.
more readers will listed in another post, because of photo limit ( ﾟεﾟ；)
Hi, I wanted to make a request in the vein of the hybrid au please! Cow!hybrid reader x Shoji, with him being either a farmhand or a bull!hybrid (whichever strikes your fancy). Either way, she gets VERY attached to him. Nsfw would be much appreciated if you feel like it! Thanks
Bull Hybrid Mezo Shoji x Cow Hybrid Reader NSFW
Fatgum Farms may not be the most popular farm but it is one of the leading farms in the handling and care of Mutated or problematic hybrids. Most hybrids on this farm either have had a history with bad owners leading to severe trust issues and behavioral issues or they are like Taishiro’s Mezo, a bull hybrid with extra limbs. Most Hybrids don’t have quirks but a rare few do. Normally hybrids like Mezo would have been sent straight to the slaughterhouse back in the old days. But Fatgum Farms is one of the best when it comes to dealing with hybrids that have quirks.
Now due to Mezo’s rather strange appearance, he doesn’t have a herd, none the less a mate. Taishiro has been trying to find the poor guy a mate since he knows Mezo is actually a real sweetheart and a softie. Mezo tends to hang out with the normal calves and is very helpful. He helps garden and plow the fields and helps take care of the crops. Taishiro had heard of a cow hybrid that had vision issues and was in need of a mate. He had hoped that this would be the one. He sent the person selling the hybrid a rag that was covered in Mezo’s scent.
Taishiro was so excited when the seller replied to his mail saying that the cow hybrid was seemingly excited upon smelling the rag. So Taishiro went to meet the seller and ended up buying you, the cow hybrid. Taishiro then loaded you up and brought you to his farm where Mezo was waiting. Mezo knew better than to get his hopes up but he couldn’t help but dream of having his own mate to look after. He was always afraid that his body would make it impossible for him to find a mate. But today was his lucky day.
When you got to the farm and were unloaded, it became more obvious what kind of vision issues you had. You were extremely near-sighted. (sorry for those of you with good vision) you could hardly see your hand when it was inches from your face. Your lack of being able to see your surroundings made you a very difficult cow and rather skittish. When Mezo walked up to you, you caught his scent and recognized it. Mezo let you cling to one of his arms as he led you to his small barn.
You nuzzled your head into his arm as your tail swayed behind you. Mezo tried to keep himself together, he could already smell that you were in heat and ready for him to breed you. Once he got to his barn, he led you around and helped you get accustomed to your surroundings.
As you slowly got used to living on the farm, Taishiro showed you that you could trust him. Since you were a dairy cow hybrid, you could produce milk without having been bred, but breeding would massively increase the amount of milk you produce. Mezo and Taishiro were the ones who would normally help milk you since your nipples were sensitive and it was difficult to milk yourself.
After a two months of constant courting, Mezo finally felt like he was ready to settle down and make you his official mate. Once he got you both back in the barn that night, he decided it was time to breed you. Mezo had wrapped you in his many arms and began nuzzling you and nipping at your neck whist running his hands up and down your body while grinding into your ass. As his hands traveled down to explore your nethers he formed a mouth that would lick and suck on your (cock/clit). Two of his other hands were busy tweaking, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples making you groan and start drooling from the pleasure.
Mezo then shoved two of his fingers into your drooling mouth, and made you suck on them. After he pulled them out he reached down and began to circle them around your soaked (pussy/bussy) before pushing them deep inside you. Mezo groaned the same time you did. He began to move and stretch his fingers inside you to prepare you for him. As he scissored you, he also thrusted his fingers in and out. After a few minutes of that, all the sensations from his many hands made you cry out as you came on his fingers.
After you came, you panted as Mezo scooped you up and sat you down on his 10 and 1/2 inch long cock. Your weight slowly made you sink down as your plush velvety walls swallowed him. He groaned into your ear as he thrusted his hips upwards into you, making you sink the rest of the way down. Your breath was pushed out of you as you struggled to take in a breath and adjusted to the near 3 inch stretch. As your body squeezed Mezo’s cock, he grabbed your chest and moved a bucket beneath you as he held you over it and began to milk you.
As he pinched and pulled at your leaky nipples, milking you straight into the bucket below you, you moaned. Every pull and pinch made milk squirt out of your sensitive teats. While two hands milked you, two other hands were massaging your chest, drawing and pushing the milk towards your nipples, only to be released into a bucket. Mezo began to slowly thrust into you as he tugged at your teats. You began to moan and moo slightly as his pace slowly increased.
“Ah! M-Mezo p-please, oh! Mezo… so good, p-please I… I need more” you moaned as he continued his tugging and groping of you chest and teats, slowly draining the pressure from them as your milk was coaxed out of you. Your (cunt/bussy) throbbed as he sped up the thrusting of his hips. He soon began to pound away at your (cunt/bussy), increasing his pace as your hooves left the floor. With this new development, Mezo was able to hit your (g-spot/prostate) consecutively, hitting it with every strong thrust of his hips.
“Ah! Ah, oh, M-Mezo”
“You’re doing so well for me, just hang in there a little longer and I promise I’ll fill you up with my seed and breed you, my perfect little mate”
With one last powerful thrust aimed deep inside of you, Mezo grunted and held you tight, squeezing your chest a little bit harder as you both came at the same time. Your (cunt/bussy) throbbed and squeezed down on him as he released multiple jets of hot cum deep inside you filling you. You both were panting as you came down from your high. You were going to try to get off of Mezo before he pulled you back onto him and began to start up again.
“Oh baby, I hope you didn’t think that was it, we’re not done yet, I’m going to empty my balls into you so get ready. I promised to breed you properly after all”
My headcanans of yn being Dracula and Lisa's daughter (castlevania)
Yn would no doubt look like lisa, but with black hair. Yn grew up as an adventurous and curious child. It helped show how she's a woman of science like her mother. I can see Dracula and lisa putting constellations on yn's bedroom ceiling since before she was born. yn can be a little trouble maker, but to Dracula, she'll always be his princess. No matter how many times she hears it, yn always like to listen to how her parents met, it a little funny and romantic. Adrian would be a protective older brother.
Imagine if you were a bear hybrid it would come with both pros and cons
Think about it, your s/o would have a hayday with this one
Helping you with anything you needed, even brushing matted and tangled fur
Especially someone strong who would want to meet his match (like bakugou or ghost for example)
You'd be extremely strong, easily taking down people during sparring and dominating the competition
You'd have no trouble climbing things, getting around, or getting what you wanted
You'd have to watch yourself though, your nails/claws would grow very quickly and you'd be careful of not snagging them on things like clothing, furniture, or people
And naturally you'd eat a lot, fruit was probably your favorite . You could put down a bushel of peaches for lunch
You'd sleep crazy hours too, like 14 hours on a good day, but in the winter you'd sleep more like 20 hours with no hesitation
You wouldn't fully go into hibernation but it was pretty darn close sometimes. You could sleep through an air raid
You'd definitely sleep in more of pile of blankets/furs and your room/house would always be damp and cool . ( instinctually mimicking a cave)
Cuddles would be legendary, hugs too. (bear hugs) Always so warm and soft to be embraced and squeezed
Your s/o would think you're so cute, your dark eyes always so expressive and full of emotion
Would finding clothes be a bit of a challenge? Yes, probably but oversized clothing did you justice enough
Maybe you s/o would be kind enough to help sew or modify certain items for you
Also I think they'd give you the best scratches, especially for places you cant reach too well
Also I feel like people would make loaded jokes about it too, nothing you couldn't take
'you snore like a damn bear'
and
' I can't believe you eat so much'
It really didn't bother you though, you knew you could mow anyone down if you really wanted to, and you felt comfortable in your own skin fur <3
