#ozzgin

[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

[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 

[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.

[xviiper-rents-houses]

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

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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!

Tipjar :)

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.

[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

[monstersflashlight]

Hi there lovelies! I'm very happy to inform you that I'm preparing some stories for Monstertober (original list from the amazing @ozzgin here) and Kinktober (the list I found here). And here it is a lil teasing of everything that's coming this month, PLUS the exclusive stories I'm cooking for the Patreons <3. Remember that you can access all the exclusive stories (and more) for 6$/month (10$/month if you want commissions and only 2$/month if you want to read the stories in advance). All Patreon info can be found here.

I hope y'all are as excited as I am for this month's stories. 🥰🥰🥰

Day 1 is already up in Patreon. 🤫

[sckullcandy123456]

i drew a face on my pumpkin that's supposed to be wonderful @ozzgin 's Pumpkin Assistant

(I tried T_T

[tsuutarr]

Tsuutarr Yantober 2024 Masterlist

(Thank you to @ozzgin for the wonderful prompts!!!)

All Yandere x Reader fics are listed below!

Love at first sight -- Virgil (Unicorn)

Fate -- Aizono (Love God)

Secret collection -- Samuel Foster (Childhood "Friend")

Homemade meal -- Mason Cane (Hucow Farmer)

Love letters -- Rome (Ghost)

Unorthodox gift -- Mulsu (Forgotten Water God)

Dear Alice -- White Rabbit (Alice in Wonderland)

Always with you -- Finley (Guardian Angel)

Heart on a platter -- Rome (Ghost)

Love triangle -- Hae Sol and Dal Moon (Light Familiars)

Bloodbath -- Elias Lightrend (Hero/Chosen One)

Lovestruck... literally -- Lovell (Cupid)

On my knees -- Finley (Guardian Angel)

Embrace -- Teddy (Teddy Bear)

Paranoia -- ParanoiAI (Artificial Intelligence)

A piece of me -- Cot (Garden Fairy)

Spiraling -- Samuel Foster (Childhood "Friend")

Control -- Jiu Oh (Crossdressing Childhood Friend)

Under lock and key -- Virgil (Unicorn)

Dissection -- Rome (Ghost)

Love patterns -- Aizono (Love God)

Bandages -- Elias Lightrend (Hero/Chosen One)

Aftercare -- Tynan (Incubus)

I put a spell on you -- Cot (Garden Fairy)

Tainted love -- Lovell (Cupid)

Breaking point -- Tynan (Incubus)

Trap -- Mason Cane (Hucow Farmer)

The fine art of poisoning -- Geoffrey Cullen (Butler)

I come with knives -- Teddy (Teddy Bear)

Bad ending -- Elias Lightrend (Hero/Chosen One)

Till death do us part -- Thomas Frankenstein (Mad Scientist)

[carnivorousyandeere]

Chimera; Love at First Sight

mixed, misunderstood, insanity

Wanted to take part in @yandere-sins’s Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober 🥰. I also really liked the detail of the Chimera licking Princess Darling’s wounds in yandere-sin’s fic for today~!

CW: violence, death, reader injury, kidnapping; probably more, ask to tag!

The chimera’s voice rumbles and pierces, different frequencies mixing and sliding as if multiple voices reside within.

“Intrepid adventurer, intrepid adventurer. Finally bitten off more than you can chew, haven’t you?” The monster picks you up by a crushed ankle. Blood rushes in your ears, spots dance in your vision.

You barely make out one of your companions struggling to their feet, and hope lurches in your chest—!

With a flick of the tail, the chimera sends viper’s teeth through their neck, and they crumple like the rest. You go slack, resigning yourself to joining them. The monster repositions you in their arms and noses at your side. She seems satisfied by the sound of your shallow, rattling breath.

“Let’s go home now, my love.”

The monster carries you deeper into the bowels of the dungeon, finally arriving at his home.

“Here you go, little love.” The monster gently settles you in its nest— bones and wood, covered with furs and clothing. It stinks of blood. The adrenaline has long worn off, and all you can do is cry at the sight of a humanoid skull staring at you from the edge of the nest.

“Now, now,” the chimera laughs, gently as it can, voices rumbling like faraway thunder, “is that any way to comport yourself, brave adventurer?”

The monster leans in, sharp teeth parting to let her rotten breath waft over you. The monster licks your tears with a rough, broad tongue, humming and purring at the salty taste. His stomach grumbles, and you hiccup in fear.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you… though you would make such a tasty little morsel.” The monster stands and fluffs its wings. “I’ve been watching you from the start, you know. Waiting for the right time to introduce myself, to court you properly.”

It purrs and stretches back leisurely, claws peeking from flexing lion’s paws. “But I get so impatient, so lonely… I hope you won’t resent me for my forwardness.”

The monster nuzzles against you, marking you with its scent. Its stomach rumbles again. “Hmmm, seems I worked up quite an appetite playing with your friends. Stay here, little mate. I’d hate to waste any food. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure and bring you some too.”

The monster strides away, graceful and so much quieter than something that size ought to be. You lay in the nest, staring into the sockets of that skull, and feel your sanity slowly slipping away in the pain.

[these-lovely-monsters]

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!bear hybrid x f!reader

Content: bear trap, blood loss, injury recovery, possessiveness, sex, p in v, oral, knotting

#18 Hybrid from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list

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You're hiking through the forest when you stumble upon a bear hybrid caught in a bear trap. Although his body is human, he's massive and covered in fur with the head of a bear. He also has giant, claw-tipped paws which are too big and clumsy to free himself from the trap. He's bleeding profusely and in desperate need of help.

At first you're wary of this potentially dangerous stranger but he assures you that he won't hurt you. He seems kind enough and the idea of leaving him to die is out of the question for you so you decide to help him. Once you've carefully freed him from the trap, he sags to the ground in exhaustion, nearly passing out from the blood loss.

Realizing he'll need someone to take care of him while he recovers, you help him up, almost buckling from his weight. You let him lean on you as you stumble through the forest to his den, which is apparently pretty close by.

Over the next few days, you tend to his injury and feed him fish that you catch from the stream nearby. During this time, you spend hours chatting and getting to know each other. You enjoy his company more than you should and he seems to grow equally enamored with you.

When he's fully recovered, he decides that words aren't enough repayment for all your help so instead he worships your body in thanks. Much to your delight, he spends the next few hours fucking you mercilessly on his knot and filling you up with his cum until you're a limp and sated puddle in his arms.

But he's not done with you yet. When your pussy becomes too sore from his massive cock, he eats you out instead. He can't seem to get enough as he tells you that your arousal is the most exquisite honey he's ever tasted. When he's finally worn himself out and you're barely coherent from all the orgasms, he tells you that he's never letting you go.

Congratulations, you now have a bear hybrid boyfriend. But you can't complain because he turns out to be the best partner you've ever had. He loves listening to you talk about everything and anything that pops into your mind. He cradles you in his massive arms when you're sad. He lays his heavy, warm body on top of you when you're anxious. He snarls at creeps who hit on you when you're out walking at night. He even brings you beautiful little gifts of stones and feathers that he finds when he's out hunting.

But best of all, he continues to fuck you roughly and possessively every night until you think you might die of pleasure. And then when he's done, he cleans you up like you're the most precious thing in the world, whispering sweet words of praise in your ear as you drift off to sleep.

Tip Jar :)

[slightly-knot-insane]

Pride and Joy

Monstertober 2024 - day 1 [ Marking the territory ] by @ozzgin

[ lion hybrids x fem!reader ]

You're the only human in the pride. You stumbled upon them during the safari (when you ended up unsupervised and lost) and the females noticed you. They wanted you to be part of their family and offer you to their alpha.

The alpha male lion hybrid was more than eager to let you join, especially seeing his queens so excited about you. Before letting their king mark you (whatever that is), they wanted to get you dolled up. They immediately took you to their baths.

You noticed all the lioness hybrids having oval-shaped stains all over their bodies. At first, you thought those were some kind of tattoos. You asked the lionesses about them, but they just giggled. They surrounded you, undressed you, and pushed you into the bath. They washed your body slowly and thoroughly, making lewd but sweet comments about your body and purring from pleasure. Their hands would disappear into the soapy water and start exploring your thighs, ass, and cunt. They were gentle and skillful. Your nipples became hard above the hot water and you couldn't help but moan. They were very happy to hear you. "You will like our king, sweet regina. He is powerful but obedient. Everyone knows that queens rule the pride."

After deciding you had enough (even though you most certainly did not!), they dress you up in beautiful silk and cotton and present you to their king lion. His eyes light up like a rising sun. You notice his powerful mane and incredible scars... but no strange markings like lionesses.

"Mark our new queen, just like you mark us every sunrise," said one of the lionesses.

With a lustful lick of his tongue, the lion hybrid starts kissing your lips, neck, chest, and shoulders, slowly undressing you with his big hands, and leaving hickeys all over your body. He even kneels in front of you - the king himself! His deep, guttural purring, fingers that locate your erogenous zones as if his fingertips had eyes, and amazing kisses, melt your core. You are sure they can all smell the nectar dripping down your thighs. The king most certainly does. He bites his lower lip before diving between your folds and, like a tidal wave, pleasure washes over you.

Lionesses coax you both, enjoying the view, but they touch neither king nor you, letting you get to know each other. You grab a fistful of lion hybrid's thick mane and cum all over his tongue. Your knees buckle, but your new king quickly picks you up and kisses you again. You are covered in hickeys - the same marks that other lionesses get every morning. "What a wonderful new queen you found for our pride," he beams, and you and he are pounced on by happy lionesses.