#ozzgin

[tranquilo-antique-apothecary]

Thank you for the wonderful gift!! I now have a new blog to binge read ♡

Tavern Owner Orc x New Hire Reader

I got to participate in the lovely Ozzgin's Secret Santa Event!! This one is for @tranquilo-antique-apothecary!!

Content is about 1K words of him being down bad for you <3

Sekkrad has always liked the bustling atmosphere of taverns, rich with rambunctious laughter and delicious food. After every win or loss, Sekkrad and his comrades would settle down at their favorite tavern, almost as if it were their second home. Maybe that was why he decided to open a quaint tavern after retiring from his warrior duties.

Despite his retirement, Sekkrad has always kept himself in shape. Working out has been engraved into his body, but beyond that, it’s also because his patrons can get quite rowdy at times. Plus, it’s helpful to be athletic when you’re working as much as he is. That said…

He really could use some help.

So, he puts up a flyer seeking an employee. As expected, there are some pretty good candidates. What’s unexpected, however, is you. You’re just so cute that Sekkrad literally stopped thinking when he first saw you walk through the tavern’s doors. He’s not even sure how he got through interviewing you, but somehow he did. And, just his luck, you’re a great candidate – exactly what he’s looking for! A good personality, a solid resume, and a cute face… so of course he hires you.

But on second thought – maybe it wasn’t his best idea. You look too adorable in the tavern’s uniform (that uniform does not usually look that good). And he practically blanks out every time you’re around him. You just look so soft and huggable. Plus that smile? It’s a killer. Thankfully, he somehow manages to guide you through your tasks and answer questions with a blank face (that he is desperately trying to control).

As he’s mulling about how he’s supposed to act around you, he notices you struggling to reach up to get a bottle of bourbon on one of the shelves. Without a second thought, he reaches over you, pressing his muscular body against your softer one.

“Here,” he grunts, voice low, as sirens whir in his head over how good your body feels against his. It’s like you fit perfectly against him.

“Thank you!” you respond, smile bright. Oh, Gods. You’re going to kill him.

He nods. “If y’need anything else, let me know.”

With that said, he moves to the storage in the back. He almost slams his head into the bag of flour, but reigns himself in after remembering how expensive flour is nowadays. Instead, he picks up some more syrup for his cocktails, willing himself to behave.

Despite the turmoil your presence brings to him, he manages to get through the day with relative ease. Hiring you really was the right choice – you’re an excellent worker. Smart, quick on the uptake, easy on the eyes – you’re just the perfect hire.

As he closes shop, wiping a wine glass clean, he watches as you wipe down the last table, a feeling of fondness spreading through his chest at how much of a hard worker you are. As you finish up, he prepares a sweet cocktail for you, before motioning you over.

“Good job,” he says, passing the cocktail to you.

“Thank you!”

He nods, motioning for you to sit. “Wait there.”

“Yessir,” you respond, saluting before you sit down. You watch as he disappears into the kitchen in the back, the sweet taste of your cocktail spreading over your tongue pleasantly.

It only takes him a few moments to come back with a plate of warm food. He places it in front of you.

“Eat up,” he murmurs, crossing his arms. “You were a great help today.”

Your cheeks heat up, making Sekkrad want to scream – you’re just so stinking adorable.

“I’m glad!” you beam, making his lips twitch up into a smile involuntarily. 

The way you eat his food also makes him feel warm and happy – it’s always a treat when someone enjoys his food.

“It was delicious!” you tell him once you’re done eating.

“Let me know what y’like to eat,” he says, looking pleased as you polish off his food. “I’ll make it for you next time.”

Eagerly, you tell him your favorite food, which he files away for later. He takes your empty dishes, which you try to protest, saying that you’ll clean up after yourself. He’s having none of it, though, and cleans up promptly as you finish off your cocktail.

“I’ll walk you home,” he offers while wiping his hands off on his apron. “It’s late.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly impose.”

Sekkrad doesn’t want to seem pushy, not when he really doesn’t want you to hate him, but he’s more concerned for your safety than anything. “You wouldn’t be imposing,” he replies, trying to make his voice softer. “I just want t’make sure my new hire’s safe.”

“Well…” you look up at him and Sekkrad has to look behind you so that he won’t combust. “...I’d appreciate it, thank you! I’ll go get my things.”

“Yeah,” he responds, watching as you go to the back to get your things. When you reappear, he straightens his back, motioning to the door. “Ready?”

“Yessir!” you say, starting your journey back to your home.

Your walk back with him is quiet and peaceful as everyone else is asleep. That, and Sekkrad has never been much of a talker, but he’s especially nervous around you. He’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to talk to you, so he opts not to. Besides, you seem content to walk beside him quietly (and it’s just… nice to see how comfortable you look beside him). Despite his nervousness, he’s actually pretty content himself.

In fact, when you two arrive at your home, Sekkrad is almost disappointed. Still, he got you home safe and nothing was really amiss, so he can’t complain.

“Rest up,” he says, nodding at you. “I’ll see you at night.”

“I’ll be there dark and early,” you grin.

He can’t help but crack a smile at that. “Good.”

With a small laugh and a final wave, you enter your home. Sekkrad lingers until he’s fully sure you’re safe inside, before turning his heels to walk back to the tavern with light steps.

He really, really can’t wait to see you again.

[misstycloud]

Any yandere x reader blog recommendations? Please

These are some really good writers whose fics I enjoy!

@suiana

@moyazaika

@yandere-writer-momo

@yanchowden

@allurilove

@whore-ibly-hot

@ozzgin

@running-with-kn1ves

@onmyyan

@belovedyandere

This is someone who recommends/reviews yandere mangas and manhwas.

@ystrike1

[carnivorousyandeere]

Witch/Wizard/Magician; Lovestruck— Literally

magic, spells, towers

Day 12 Of @yandere-sins’ Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober! Even though it’s November, I intend to continue ‘till all the prompts are filled!

Loserboy (gn) royal mage x evil ruler or evil ruler’s head knight or whatever you are for the win…….

The Wizard’s heart skips a beat at the knock on their door.

Cautiously, they slowly unlock the door, apologizing and letting it swing wide open when they see it’s you.

“C-come in.” They wrap their robe around themself a little tighter, as if to hide away in the fabric when you brush past them. The door closes behind you, and you turn to them expectantly. They can’t tear their eyes from yours, struggling not to shiver openly under the weight of your gaze.

“Do you have what I asked for?” The proud arch of your brow has the Wizard sucking in a shaky breath.

“Y-yes, of- of course. It’s, it’s right this-this way.”

The Wizard leads you further into their tower. You catch them pushing clutter out of the way with their foot, straightening a painting on the wall with a brush of their fingers when they think you aren’t looking.

Frankly, you’re rather unimpressed at the state of their home— and the Wizard themself. They’re disheveled, rather pallid. They’d had plenty of time to prepare for your arrival, and this was the best they could do? If you hadn’t seen their potions at work on the battlefield previously, you’d certainly be having doubts about their dedication and capabilities now.

It’s no surprise that the Wizard’s workshop turns out to be a death trap in its own right. Alchemical ingredients scattered across tables, notes plastered haphazardly along the walls, an open sketchbook you can’t make heads or tails of— one that the Wizard quickly shuts and shoves into an already-overstuffed bookcase.

“I-I do apologize for the mess.” The Wizard smiles nervously.

You sigh. “The potion.”

“Yes, yes, it’s just— it- it sh-should be right over- over here.”

You sigh as the Wizard begins to rifle through stacks of paper, hunting for the bottle of strengthening potion you’d ordered them to make. The irritation welling inside you only rises more at the sight of them pathetically scrambling about. You let your eyes wander instead, willing yourself to remain patient. Much as you’d like to kill them and be done with it, they’re still useful.

Your eye catches on an open bottle, a sheet of paper draped against it. You lift the glass and swirl. It glitters under the low light, emitting a strong scent of iron and a faint hint of something floral.

“Could this be it, wizard?”

The Wizard’s head snaps up. “No, wait! Not that one!”

They lunge in a panic. Your reflexes are more than quick enough to catch their sloppy attack— really, what could they possibly be thinking reaching a hand to you like this?— except your foot catches a stray book and sends you tumbling back onto the floor with them falling atop you too. The potion splashes onto your face, dripping into your mouth and across your cheek. You try to spit it out, but the potion sinks into your tongue and gums and the inside of your cheek—

“Oh, no— n-no, you weren’t supposed to drink that yet, I don’t even know if it’s r-ready— oh gods, what if it doesn’t work and you hate me—“

The Wizard rambling above you is becoming… less and less annoying by the second. In fact, they almost look… rather cute. Hair messy, eyes wide, big glasses sitting crooked. How had you never noticed before?

Your brow furrows, hand coming up to tuck their hair behind their ear. The Wizard’s mouth clamps shut, eyes widening impossibly more.

Before you can think better of it, you’re tugging the Wizard down into a kiss. The Wizard squeaks. Their panicked little breaths puff against you before they intense just the tiniest bit and begin to try and move with you in the kiss. Their movements are clumsy, their lips chapped. Maybe they’d never kissed anyone before, spent all their young adulthood with their nose buried in books. Somehow, the thought makes you smile fondly against their lips.

When you pull away, it’s all the Wizard can do to try and catch their breath. Their lips part, as if to say something— or maybe just to gulp down more air— but it’s too late. Their eyes roll back into their head and they collapse into you.

A laughs huffs from you. You can’t help it, though you know you ought to feel a little bad for your poor little Wizard. So easily overwhelmed.

The Wizard wakes from a most wonderful dream, the excitement and anxiety overwhelming— they sweat, and toss and turn. You, returning their affections? More than they could ever hope for, even with the potions they’d been experimenting with.

When they roll over to see you sitting at their bedside, that look in your eyes they’d been dreaming of… they faint once again.

[tranquilo-antique-apothecary]

You’re Tranquilo’s lucky customer for the winter holidays, @midday-clouds! I hope you enjoy the little gift we’ve especially wrapped for you!

(OOC: I decided to make a short drabble too because he’s an OC. Writing isn’t my strong suit but I hope he’s to your liking! Please let me know if you'd like me to submit this to you on private and if I have your permission to post the drawings!)

-You would think that someone like your Rich Boyfriend is the type to have meticulously thought out and grand dates, then pompously brag on social media about how much he spoils you

-He even dressed up as your type, you like the light academia aesthetic, right? His just so happen to be from famous brands, but he'd happily gift you that $2000 scarf from Dior if you want it so bad (you'd have to give him a kiss on the cheek as payment)

-But of course, out of all the things he could overlook, he’d fumble with such a simple detail

-To be fair, he usually relies on other people to do his bidding. Arcade dates? He has the machines rigged to win every time and impress you with his “skills”. Cafe dates? He’d ensure the staff make the most scrumptious meal and drink you’ve ever had. Concert dates? You’re sitting right at the SVIP, baby

-But this time though, he genuinely wants to try with you, and so he concocts a plan to make the best date ever

“All people like aquarium dates, don’t they? What could go wrong” He says with a smile as he books a private tour at the city’s best aquarium.

-Yes, well, he didn’t really think this through, how was he supposed to know that you don’t enjoy fish or most aquatic creatures?

-He spends a minute contemplating if he should just buy a clown costume and juggle to appease you, until he notices the uncomfortable look on your face

-And so, he reaches out, holding your hand and stroking your knuckles in an unusual vulnerable display of gentleness

“Hey, I’m sorry. I really am.” He tries to smile, squeezing your hand and fumbling through his words, “I can just book another place, you know? This isn’t a bother. We could go skydiving instead!... Or, uh, anywhere else but here, if you want.”

-Whether you decide to switch date locations or stay for the meantime, he already has a thousand other plans to make it up to you (courtesy of a quick Google Search)

-He even buys you an overpriced plushie from the gift shop so that’s something, at least

-As you both go out for a quick bite, he’s eerily silent and contemplative

-It just got a lot more complicated now, how else is he going to introduce you to his family now? But don’t you worry because he’ll fight tooth and nail to have you by his side.

-Why? Because plot twist... your Rich Boyfriend is actually a siren… so... have fun with that!

[shadowgale96]

Can’t help but see this as Hualian potential, after HC usurped heaven to snatch his beloved and there being that post going around about HC actually looking more monstrous but XL seeing him through heart eyes 

[dystopyx-blog]

Merry Christmas from grandma Ozz, pookie!

Here's a circus tent so we can have secret tea parties and overall tomfoolery. This is a clown-only zone.

Wishing you a fantastic new year ❤

GRAH GRAH GRAH

🥺

TY GRANMA OZZ!!!!!!!

[the-haiku-bot]

“Anything else you’d

like to know about yourself?

I have all evening.”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Coming out as genderfluid to your yandere partner, and they just shrug, claiming they’ve known for a while now. They proceed to pull out a hyper-detailed observational chart of your social and intimate behavior (including intercourse frequency) over the last year, explaining how they figured out a pattern and this was likely the cause.

You stare speechless at the alien-looking collection of data and analyses.

“Anything else you’d like to know about yourself? I have all evening.”

[slenbee]

Merry Christmas from grandma Ozz!

Here's a spooky bee sprite that has been aimlessly wandering outside my secret workshop. I figured you'd be able to offer it a proper home.

Wishing you a fantastic new year and a lovely holiday season with your loved ones. ❤

Why hello there Grandma Ozz!

It's so nice to meet you, and who do we have here?

A spooky new friend to haunt this blog?

I think they would fit in perfectly here. 🥰 Slenbee the slender-bee gets quite lonely sometimes, so I'm sure he'd appreciate a new friend!

Thank you so much @ozzgin and I hope that you (and your anon family!) have a wonderful and happy holiday season as well. :)

-Bee

[xviiperr]

Yantober, Day 2.

Here's my submission for Yantober 2024, Day 2! The prompt for today was: "Fate." The character I used was one of my WCUE ocs and I'm still thinking of a name for him!

The few names that keeps ringing in my head are: Chris, Chester, Tim, Cheekie and Charlie. But it's not the kind of name I have in mind- feel free to suggest any names in the comments!

Using @ozzgin 's Yantober 2024 prompts, I give you "FATE!"

TW: Death (no body is described in detail, however, there is a dead body in the room) murder cat aka furry (if you don't like furries then uh, sorry man) blood, yandere shenanigans: murder, knowing your name/stalking.

You didn't expect to come home to such an awful mess.

A trail of blood leads to the darkest room in your abode, the horrid color of a bad omen turning a brighter and fresher red, unlike the brown, dried blood at the front of your door.

Elongated scratches on your walls strode to that room, where your nose picked up a pungent smell. Morbid curiosity questioned if this is what death smelt like. Would you dare go in?

What happened when you weren't home? The few clues you had were the blood and the strange claw marks. You also knew that both pieces of evidence led directly to that dark room— one that you didn't worry about, until now.

The whole situation was troubling, taking an awful amount of time to consider the harrowing problem. You addressed what was wrong already, however, you still felt like something wasn't right. You felt like you were not alone in your own home. How could you be?

Daring to catch a glimpse of what could be behind that door, you arm yourself with the nearest weapon you know how to use and quickly dial emergency services. You press the phone to your ear, waiting for the operator to pick up. And then, the operator picked up!

You're doing everything you can to keen an eye on that room, relaying your concerns and reports to the operator on the phone. You tell the operator your address and stay on the line. Glimpsing away, you find a large object that can hide your form.

Smartly, you scurry over to that object and duck behind it, away from the view of that dark door. The police arriving soon sounds like a great plan to you as you see something shuffle under the closed door.

It opens and you flinch. Your heart fell all the way down to your stomach as the realization dawned on you that you were correct: someone was in your house. It's horrifying. You need to get out, fast!

Making a slow and quiet turn, you pray that your ears are keen and you're fast enough to move because you were going to rush outside your home. When you were just about to leave and follow through your quick plan, you hear an oddly cheerful voice call out to you from that room.

"Name! You know you can't do that, right?"

Do what, leave? A few things alarmed you but, the most concerning was the fact whatever was in there knew your name and was likely the cause of this mayhem. You inched forward, gulping.

"Oh c'mon! Don't be such a pussy, " a male voice, you recognized it by the tune and vibrato of his vocals. Listening in and analyzing the end of his speech, you heard a purr. You stiffened.

Okay, so whoever was in that room didn't sound entirely human. Was that even possible? You didn't want to know. You were going to escape and you were going to do it--NOW!

Jumping to your feet and running towards the door, you now realized that you completely tuned out what the operator was saying. As you ran the short distance, you listened in carefully.

"Are you there? Is something wrong?" You opened your mouth to send a breathy reply but were cut short when something heavy thudded into your back. Boney limbs wrapped around your torso from behind and you could see blood painting furry arms.

Your phone was snatched out of your hand by the mouth of this strange creature. The phone flew across the room and cracked against the wall, clunking pitifully to the floor. Your operator couldn't do anything now, with your phone being broken.

Those sharp and furry arms coated in blood soaked your clothes in the same color. You were hoisted up into the air, held above the ground enough so your legs dangled whenever you tried to kick free. You heard the creature grunt, struggling to hold you close.

The creature's elbows jabbed into your sides tighter now, dangerously close to your ribcage. Breathing became difficult as you were held to even closer to the fluffy chest. No matter how much you fought, you were stuck in the arms of whatever this was.

"I told you so," he chided. The same crushing grip remained but, you were free to bob your head around to get an understanding of what exactly was happening. So, one of the first things you did was look up.

And you wished you didn't.

The creature that had a hold on you looked like a sweet cat, except his mouth was coated in blood. The color streaked across his face and into his neck fluff, coming in clunks. You could not believe what you were seeing, nor did you want to.

"Hi, how are ya?" The cat's head snapped down to stare at you with unblinking amber eyes. By his voice and build, you could tell that this was definitely a male. And he could talk, clearly.

And he asked how are you? Not well. Just got attacked and scooped up into the arms of a strange humanoid cat covered in blood, not well at all. You didn't say that though. At least, you think you didn't.

You were so shocked that you assumed you didn't reply and hung in silence. Either way, he laughed out loud, shaking his head and dripped blood all over your face. Gross.

"You should see the look on your face—it's priceless," he chortled, swinging his head back to boom out a few excessive laughs. Then, he flew back and snickered into his neck fluff, long ears falling back. His eyes lit up like he had a joke.

"Almost priceless, you gotta see the guy in the back!" The humanoid cat was referring to the dark room and you suddenly understood what happened: a monster broke into your home and killed someone.

You shut your eyes, horrified at this discovery. "He certainly paid a price, one helluva price! What do you say-er-how do you say I mean— Right! The-the final price!" The man continued to laugh, unaffected by what he just admitted.

You swung right and left in his arms as he entered the dark room, closing and locking the door behind you. Finally, you were let go. You realized you would not be able to rush to that door because, the stranger was watching you like a hawk.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, grinning. In the dim light, you could see the same blood patterns and now, his glistening teeth and those same damn amber eyes.

"You know you're not leaving. Not until the police get here! Of course, I'll just gut them like I did your friend," he sneered, point in front of him. You looked closer and almost vomited.

Someone important to you was dead, blood drooling into a puddle. He blinked twice, still sporting that awful smile. "Doesn't it look pretty? I think it does," the humanoid cat said as he slumped to the floor.

"Now, are you going to stay there by the door and try to change your fate or are you gonna sit next to me—the best and newest boyfriend ever—and make a smart decision?"

He stared at you with his unblinking eyes, excited and friendly. You had to make a choice.

Okay! I'm doing quite well I feel like for posting more this month— and getting past that awful writer's block. Can't wait to see what comes next! :D

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Hello Queenie, I thought I’d personally deliver some bean-headed Y/N to you, but I see you’re currently…busy. I shall return at a better time.

no no! Please! Stay awhile Ozzie

[these-lovely-monsters]

Mating Season

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!werewolf x f!reader

Content: hunting, primal behavior, predator/prey, sex, p in v, knotting, claiming bite, possessiveness, mild dubcon

#13 Mating/Hunting Season from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list

⋆ ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ● ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ● ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ● ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ⋆

It’s werewolf mating season in your village and it’s a full moon which means it’s time for the hunt.

It’s almost midnight and all the eligible women have been gathered in the town square to prepare for the event. You stand amongst the group, everyone dressed in thin gowns and barefooted. A cool breeze causes you to shiver or maybe it’s just the anticipation of the activities to come.

The soft murmurs of the crowd are punctuated by howls in the distance. The werewolves are prowling through the darkness, eagerly awaiting their prey. Under the bright moonlight, the women around you glance at each other with mixtures of nervousness and excitement.

When the first midnight bell rings out over the square, everyone jumps, and the crowd surges forward. At first it’s a tangled mess of jostling limbs as everyone heads for the gates at the town’s entrance. But once you’re all through, the mass of bodies disperse in different directions and you take off sprinting into the darkness.

You’re racing through the trees, leaping over logs and boulders as you try to ignore the pain in your feet and the sharp scrapes and nicks from nearby branches. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breaths are coming heavy. Over the roar in your ears, you hear the snarls and howls of the werewolves stalking their prey, mixed with the shrieks and moans of those already caught.

Your legs are beginning to ache as you zig zag in no particular direction. So you slow down, wondering if you’ve gone too far. But then you hear a twig snap in the trees behind you. Your heart lurches into overdrive and you sprint forward again.

Moving as fast as you can, you recall the only instructions you were given. “Run.”

Your predator is close on your heels, his paws thudding softly on the ground as he nimbly trails you through the forest. Just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you catch sight of a giant, black werewolf leaping out from between the trees.

When he collides with your body, you let out a soft “Oof,” and you both go tumbling to the ground. He deftly rolls you so that he takes the brunt of the fall and when you come to a stop, he’s hovering over you, pinning your body to the cold hard ground.

Although his form is mostly humanoid, he’s covered from head to toe in thick, dark fur. His head is also the shape of a wolf’s and he has a long tail that swishes behind him. His massive claw-tipped hands are buried into the dirt on either side of your head and his heavy breaths wash across your skin.

Baring his teeth in your face, he starts to rock his hips against your naked pussy and you gasp. When he shifts his weight so his cock is dragging against your clit, you let out a soft moan and he snarls at the sound.

Faster than you can track, he swipes his claws at your gown, shredding the material and leaving faint red scratches where his nails nicked you. He stares down at you for a moment, his pupils dilating as he watches your exposed skin pebble in the cold air.

He bends his head to lick at your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples, causing your back to arch off the ground. Then he lowers himself down so his hot body is draped over yours. Before you can appreciate the warmth, he shifts his hips so that the tip of his cock is nudging at your already slick entrance and you groan in anticipation.

Opening your legs wider in invitation, you grip his fur and tug. With a growl, he sheaths himself fully inside you until his hips are flush with your thighs. You cry out at the sudden fullness and he pauses to let you adjust. When your body begins to relax, he pulls out and then thrusts back in. He does it again and again until he’s setting a brutal pace, fucking you hard into the dirt.

You quickly become lost in the exquisite sensations as your back scrapes against the rock-strewn ground while his massive cock stretches and fills you to the brim. He’s snarling and wild-eyed above you as he ruts into you in a wild frenzy, unable to control himself at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing him so tightly.

When your orgasm climbs higher and higher, almost at its peak, his movements become jerky as he meets you at the top. Right before you tip over the edge, you feel his massive knot pushing against your entrance, trying to stretch your pussy impossibly wide.

Before you can protest, he lowers his mouth to your shoulder and growls one guttural word against your skin.

“Mine.”

And then his teeth are sinking into your flesh in a vicious claiming bite at the same time his knot pushes past your tight walls and you scream.

You’re launched into another stratosphere as your eyes roll back in your head and your entire body seizes up. Hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up endlessly until it starts to seep out around his knot and drip down your thighs. His hips are still jerking erratically as he rides out his orgasm, dragging your own out with it, until eventually he’s completely spent.

───

You must have passed out at some point because when you awake, he’s carrying you in his arms as he trudges through the forest.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

“To my den,” comes a deep gravelly voice above you. “I’m going to fuck you until my cum is a part of your essence and everyone knows that you belong to me.”

Tip Jar :)

[slightly-knot-insane]

Service Dog

Monstertober 2024 - day 18 [ Hybrid ] by @ozzgin

[ m!dog hybrid x gn!reader ]

Nobody is as loyal and obedient as your boyfriend. He was like that from the start. Once he spotted you, he followed you like a shadow, sometimes from afar, sometimes up close. You thought he was being stalkerish, but your friends explained to you that dog hybrids are simply like that. Soon, you weren't able to live without him. You moved in together quickly after starting your relationship.

He loves being at home with you, but he enjoys the outdoors and his friends as well. Your dog hybrid boyfriend respects your family and friends, he loves whoever you love and dislikes whoever you have beef with.

But he is always so desperate to have you for himself. Alert and cool, sometimes even boorish in front of others, when you're alone, he turns into the most doting, gentle and clingy boyfriend. His horny levels are off the charts and he immediately notices when you get aroused. Well, you don't feel that itch for long. In the shower, in the kitchen, in the bedroom. He would fuck you in every room, on every surface that was able to withstand your weight and force of his thrusts. And you still broke several pieces of furniture before learning your lesson.

You both have jobs and friends, and have to spend some time apart. He never deals with that easily. If you have to leave first, he follows you to your office door or café parking lot. He has a nasty habit of growling at every person he finds mistrustful. Sometimes you have to scold him. He dislikes that, but only because he can't immediately show you what a perfect service top he can be. But at least he can demonstrate his submissive side later.

If he has to go somewhere without you, he whines and holds you tightly. "What if something happens to you while I'm away," he used to complain. That's why he installed cameras all over the apartment, and now regularly watches you over a phone app.

You made sure to give him a show from time to time, walking naked or masturbating in front of those low-res cameras, just to fire him up. Then he would return home and tie you to the bed, ass up, and fuck you into your pillows until your mattress was drenched from your juices.

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 1

Love at First Sight [Yandere Forest God x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

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Tw! Dead dove do not Eat! MDNI, NSFW Noncon, oral sex (recieving), Yandere, Implied kidnapping

You go into a newly acquired piece of land to survey it for your job when things start to become strange...

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There was something wrong with these woods.

You were used to seeing some kind of anomaly in your field studies. Maybe the deer or rabbit population was too high, or you would find that an invasive species was beating out a more native one. It was never crazy though outside of the normal, exhausting sludge that was conservationist work. You were sent out by the local government to different wildlife reserves, or areas that were undeveloped to do some basic surveying and then come back and give them updates.

This forest wasn’t any different, initially. It was a newer addition to your city’s ownership, sold to them by a smaller, dying rural town. There were talks of what to do with the land, but first you had to be sent down to make sure they wouldn’t violate any regulations or kill off an endangered species. Not that they really cared. After all, your job was to get professionally ignored.

So you went in, camping gear and your truck in tow, and you began to explore.

Again, it was normal at first.

It was an average area. Normal flora and fauna. In fact, it was kinda impressive how well the area seemed to be doing. There was hardly any trash, no signs of destruction, no weird occurrences. It made you feel kinda happy. You went about your days just noting stuff down, humming happily all the while.

It was fine until the staring started. It began with a squirrel or two. They would just sit there, unmoving, unblinking, always just in the corner of your vision. Odd, sure, but maybe they were trying to see if they could get some of your food you always carried with you? Days passed and it escalated to a couple of birds added in, perched on branches and hidden by thick leaves. Then some bunnies, not even eating or twitching their little noses.

You thought you were going crazy, but nothing could prepare you for when the bigger animals started doing the same damn thing. The deer were one thing, already unsettling and strange, but having a bear watch you, still as a stagnate pond, was terrifying. You weren’t sure what to make of it. The only time the oddly behaving creatures would move were when either you’d get too close (in which they’d back off) or when you explored the forest (in which they’d follow after you in some sort of procession). 

You noted it all down of course. You assumed that it might be an illness, or perhaps they were used to humans? But they didn’t look unwell, and from what you understood, this place was rather isolated, so there was no reason for them to approach you this often. You felt a sense of growing unease with each passing day, with each filled page in your field journal. This was getting too weird. The thing of note was obviously the staring, but you figured that it was definitely not in your area of expertise.

That’s why, after weeks of camping and surveying the woods, you decided to get the fuck out of there. 

You packed up your campsite with little fanfare, hundreds of tiny gazes trained on your back. You glanced around as you loaded up a final few things into your truck, and you had only just realized then how many of them there were. The fauna crowded around the clearing you had settled in like a bated audience, and you shuddered. If you weren’t getting paid so much to stake it out here, then you probably would’ve hightailed it much faster.

“Okay… got my keys…” You mumbled and shuffled through your pockets quickly to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. “Should be good to go now.”

“Go where?”

You spun around, nearly jumping out of your skin in shock. Behind you stood a man, imposingly tall with a stony expression and dark skin. You pressed your hand to your now rapidly beating chest as he towered over you with a tilted head.

“Where are you going?” He repeated, and he prompted out a hand that was seemingly carved out of a deep bark to beckon your words out. You were shocked. His hair was seemingly made of vines connecting him to the earthen ground and shifting in unnatural ways.

“Uhhhh, back home?” Was all you could say in a slightly unsure voice. Seriously, you were at a loss for words. You had never seen such a person, and through your stuttering mind, you were able to guess that whatever was wrong with this place was probably his doing.

The man’s eyebrows (which looked as if they had been carved into his face) furrowed slightly. He placed a hand on his chin in contemplation, his dark hollow eyes and pure emerald pupils narrowing slightly.

“But,” he started, and it felt like his words rung over a hundred times in your head, shaking and lumbering through every node of your soft brain tissue. “But I thought you had come to live here,” He mumbled and reached forward to touch your arm. You flinched back on instinct, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Flower…” The man chided softly. His seeking fingers were more insistent this time, and you could not move back quickly enough before he was snatching you up and drawing you close. You cried out softly as you fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed, shivering in contentment. You cringed at the feeling of shifting, wriggling grass and vines.

“Flower, surely you must know that you cannot go,” He sighed while he ran his hands over your scalp. You blinked. Flower… why was he calling you this? You pushed him back slightly, just to look him in the face.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” You asked. It wasn’t just a name thing, but rather to say ‘who do you think you are?’. He hummed in response, and you can see him taking in every little thing about you. Suddenly, he laughed.

“Don’t you think it’s cruel, my flower? You ask my name but I know naught of yours,” He said with affection blooming between every roll of his tongue. Your vision spun, and suddenly your back was pressed against soft earth and damp grass. You gasped and cried out. Before you could even protest, your shirt was ripped open and your pants were pulled down.

“What silly things you wear,” He chuckled and placed kisses along your neck. The feeling was strange, slightly rigid. “Is this what mortals wear nowadays? So revealing,” He murmured and toyed with the shredded fabric. Your eyes were wide, and you tried to wriggle out from under him. He merely grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back, the vines from his hair enveloping you and wrapping around your limbs. You squeaked as your thighs were pulled apart by the coiling greenery, digging into the softer flesh. 

“I must admit,” the man moved back, letting his breath ghost over your parted legs and crotch. “I was rather taken with you from the moment you arrived.” 

The strange man held you down as he buried his rugged face and strangely glowing tongue in your entrance while stroking your privates with grooved, deft fingers. Your back arched, and you desperately tried to break free. Your frantic pleas for release were soon broken by the sounds of your breathy moans, and your voice rang like a bell in the clearing. Each lap of his rugged tongue sent shivers down your spine and had your toes curling. 

“W-what? Stop that! Let me go!”

Your keys were discarded in the grass, and those fucking animals just kept staring. You could see your writhing, pinned form in the reflection of hundreds of deep, black unblinking pools. You felt sick to your stomach, and no amount of fluttering arousal could disguise that.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had company, and you come here looking like that. No, you’re going nowhere, flower.”

It felt like years were passing as he kissed, licked and held your hips in place with a tender firmness that would have you blushing if he was your lover. Or at least a lover you chose. Your begging was drowned out by your own frantic heartbeat and the humiliating squelch of your own pleasure. Never had you faced such cruel adoration, such gentle violence. Any place that had previously shown off exposed skin was kissed in a brief moment of reprieve from the onslaught. Your arms, your calves, your collar bones which had only just peaked out from under the neckline of your shirt.

Your truck, covered in mud, but still rather nice nonetheless, slowly began to be pulled into the ground by the flowers and flora rapidly growing on the vehicle. Your things! You tried to reach for them, but a hand of his reached up and entwined his fingers with yours.

Your screams of both pleasure and fear were carried by the wind, weaving through trees and filling the forest as naturally as the rustle of leaves. He continued to eat you out, and it was like you could feel his words in your head simply from the graze of his palm. It was overwhelming, and with each wave of heat, each tremble of your body, you sank further and further into his hold.

“Oh, look at you, my flower,” He pressed reverent kisses to your naval. “How you shall bloom in my care.”

More pressure, more bitter white flashes dancing across your vision as you keened and cried. Branches rustled around your face, and you wondered when they had even gotten there in the first place. They sprouted from his back and shielded you from the sun and sky. 

“-made for me-”

“-love…”

“Flower…my flower…”

You caught bits and pieces of his voice, nestled in your ears like sticky pollen. It was too much, and all at once you had come undone, spilling over his face with an anguished, strangled noise.

It was hard to think after that. All you could feel, all you could know was that you were being dragged back into those deep, dark, very wrong woods with a loving smile slotted against your lips and flowers in your hair.

[tranquilo-antique-apothecary]

You’re Tranquilo’s lucky customer for the winter holidays, @kinshenewa! I hope you enjoy the little gift we’ve especially wrapped for you! (OOC: I literally do not know anything about Sundrop and Moondrop at all, but I hope I did them some justice! Please let me know if you'd like me to submit this to you on private, and if I have your permission to post the drawings!)

-Sundrop and Moondrop as the clingy Nagas living in your home

-Of course, with the cold weather, their physical affection amps up to a ten

-Sundrop is vocal about wanting you to stay, pouting and asking you to wait for "just five more minutes" when you try getting out of bed or leave the house

“Please, sunshine? Please? Just five more minutes?”

-Meanwhile, Moondrop resorts to the subtle acts of hiding your stuff away. Oh, you can’t find your shoes? That’s a shame, that means you can’t go out, huh? But don’t you worry, he’ll help you look for them—he says, purposely driving you away from where he hid them

“Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t hide it.” (He did)

-They try their absolute hardest to keep you inside the house, and if that doesn’t work, they’ll sulk in their own way, and resort to drastic measures

-Sundrop lies and says his scales need help, Moondrop might literally stick a hole in your car tire if you have one. All acts to inconvenience you until you give up and stay by their side while their grins widen with joy

-Sometimes, you don’t really understand that they’re trying to be affectionate to you, their mate

-Hell, you didn’t even know you were being courted by them, nor the fact they're the reason why not many potential love interest stick around you for long

-Don’t worry though, even if you’re oblivious to their advances from a simple admirer to a clingy mate, they don’t mind love bombing you until you get it <3

“Oh, isn’t this exciting? Just you… and us… Don’t leave our sides, hm? We still have a lot to do as mates.”

“Come here and let us hug you!! We love you so, so much! You know that, right? Well, we’ll just keep saying it until you believe it!”

[yansouleater]

Please go check out @ozzgin I got this idea because of them

I can imagine yandere school losing their fucking minds when they find out reader took a modeling job at the beginning of the year because they needed more money

The reason why they all lost their fucking minds, it’s because it was for the playboy magazine, and it wasn’t just one picture nonono it was enough for reader to have a whole catalog based on them (it was a sad day when you left the magazine company)

I can imagine the first person to find out was the president of the photography club, he was just trying to do research on the best angles to take photos of darlings when he came literally across a photo of you in the most sexy lingerie

Yabdere photographer that is all smug the next day, he’s coming into the photograph room like “yesterday I saw something that you guys would kill for” obviously that clue knew it was Soto do with reader so after hours of intense questioning and made some punches from the star athlete yandere photographer will reveal his findings

Then all hell breaks loose, students trading magazines of reader like Pokémon cards, teachers confiscating the magazine and trading them in the teachers lounge

While all of this is happening reader has no clue about it, it’s an unsaid rule to make sure reader stays in the dark about this, what reader doesn’t know can’t hurt them

[ren-054]

cuties belong to @ozzgin :3

I’m a sucker for how you drew them wkdns