Ozzgin

Hello and welcome! I'm Ozz and this is my blog for art and reader-insert stories. I mainly post yandere and monster content, but also a lot of humorous nonsense.

Yes I'm over 18. Any pronouns. Don't be afraid to say hi!

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Most recent work(s): Texas Chainsaw Massacre x Reader | Mermay Masterlist

I was thinking back to the Monster Hoe-tel and how I don’t think there’s ever been a mention of a pool (at least not on Tumblr). Thus, I’d like to petition for an amusement park style water slide that’s made up of mimics!👙🛝

Why mimics? Well then the water slide can easily change shape to accommodate bigger monster guests and keep them coming back for more. One day the water slide will go in this direction, the next day a different direction. It’s a fun new adventure every day 😎

More importantly…if you get stuck in the water slide the mimics can just lube you up with their tongue and spit. You can get a full body massage as you’re pushed through their bodies. And when you cum from all the orgasms, you will easily be washed once you hit the pool water at the end of the mimic slide 👅💦

What you think? Also hope you’re doing good so far this summer and with life in general. I am starting the process of moving, so there will be a lot on my plate this Summer ☺️

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You know what? I'm sold. Bring on the mimic slides.

Thank you, I'm very glad the boys are to your liking! Fanart or any kind of content is always welcomed and will be instantly devoured.

As for the content quantity, what can I say. It's the result of embracing fleeting ideas over long stories. An unhinged, hedonistic chaos where I come with no plan or intention and leave just as swiftly. Maybe one day I'll return to my roots, but right now it's silly doodles and two paragraphs of text. I must proceed to the next spontaneous thought.

-the curiosity that DIDNT kill the cat 😡

It's difficult to tell because it depends on how active I am myself. If I don't post anything at all, it averages to an ask every other day. When I try to catch up and answer people, more asks topple over and sometimes it gets to 5+ a day.

It's my pleasure, pookie! I made my first big Fahlo purchase last year when I got a bunch of bracelets and plushies. I even gifted my nephew a polar bear for his birthday. There is such a good cause behind it and now that I've gathered my trinkets I think I'll be using them mainly as gifts for others, which is why I'm so excited about this giveaway.

Reminder that I'm hosting another Shark Week giveaway this year and all my members can participate! :)

I'm sending out two Fahlo bracelets; the limited edition Shark Week ones. They come with a code, so you can track your very own real life shark using their app. The deadline is tomorrow, so this is a last call to all shark pookies!

For the hard work you put into feeding us gremlins

Pookie listen, I love you but you gotta tone it down with the pigeons. You know how hard it is to emergency land in heels?

Yandere!Perverted!Neighbor x Reader

content: gender neutral reader, NSFW (mentions of intercourse and masturbation), underwear theft, obsessive behavior

Your neighbor keeps to himself. You would’ve wholeheartedly believed the apartment next to yours was empty or abandoned if you hadn’t encountered its occupant several times on your way back home. Given the odd hours you find yourself sharing an elevator, you deduced he must be working from home. A quiet, well-mannered man who doesn’t impose for longer than a formal greeting.

Your Yandere!Neighbor never expected to look in the mirror and see a deranged pervert, you know. It is but the truth. He’d originally perceived you as nothing more than another human in his vicinity, perhaps even a tad annoying: he would’ve been perfectly content with skipping pleasantries and ignoring each other’s existence, yet you always insisted on offering him a warm smile and a hello that was too loud for his tired ears.

Then you brought your boyfriend over.

It was an awkward, unexpected accident, and – if he is to be honest – mainly your own fault. He never intended to eavesdrop. He was minding his business, scrolling through data sheets and tables, when he could discern a faint whimper coming from beyond the wall; were you moaning? He pushed his glasses up his nose and let out an irritated huff. You were a grown adult and pleasant to the eye, of course you’d be having sex every now and then. Why would you make him an unwilling witness, though? Christ, he thought, whoever was fucking you couldn’t have been that good.

He rose from his seat, ready to give you the mutually embarrassing suggestion of toning it down. To his great shock, however, he stood still, unable to move. His ears were greedily picking up each hint of ecstasy. Ah, what shameless curiosity! He’d just been exposed to your most vulnerable self. You had no idea he could hear your desperate, babbled words and your whines. You were unknowingly coming undone right next to your neighbor, a complete stranger, separated only by a thin wall.

A twisted glimpse of intimacy, a spontaneous act of voyeurism that left him yearning for more. That’s all it took for him to lose any shred of decency. Outrageous, he is well-aware, but the temptation is too great; its tendrils have crept all the way into his heart, and – although a downright indecent observation – all the way down to his groin. He might’ve or might’ve not palmed a persistent erection throughout your unintentional charade. He might’ve or might’ve not come into his own hands, trembling from the sheer memories of your breaking voice.

An unfortunate affair, truly. He never intended to become a despicable individual. He never would’ve guessed, not even in his wildest dreams, that the image of you being fucked would awaken such an unmovable, unquenchable obsession. How far will his maddening desires take him?

“It’s strange,” you tell your boyfriend on the other side of the wall, “I could’ve sworn I washed my new underwear. Can’t find it anywhere.”

Criminal. He should be put in handcuffs, yet he continues to inhale the thin fabric crumpled in his fist. Good God, he’s hopeless. It makes him even harder to hear your remarks on his deed.

At last, the most dangerous question begins to bloom in his mind. A sheepish curiosity, a mere hypothetical that surely wouldn’t lead anywhere further: what if he were the one fucking you? Nonsense, naturally, nothing but playful banter. Oh, but he’d do such a good job. He’s sure of it. No, no, enough of this. He wouldn’t dare to interfere with your relationship. He’d never-

Too late. His knuckles drum against your door in desperation. He’s just saying hello, where’s the hurt in that?

Hehehe.

Little does he know Im snuggled up in bed rereading my favorite of your blurbs for a couple hours before Hubs picks up the gremlin from daycare on his way home from work.

Happy Birthday to *me*!

Happy Birthday, cutie! I am beyond flattered to hear that my content has brought you some festive entertainment. Hopefully you had a lovely celebration with your family. If you need anyone to come by for a house party, give me a call. I do kid-friendly shows, too.

The Aquarium Hybrids as Foster Parents

content: mentions of hypothetical pregnancy but no gender explicitly mentioned, smutty fluff

While your day job comes with much more debauchery than you had originally anticipated, it still pretends to remain a professional business. The Hybrid Aquarium pays you to keep their underwater monstrosities happy – even if it involves plenty of copulation – yet anything beyond that it too risky, contractually speaking. Sure, in an ideal, ridiculous porn plot, they would be eager to use you as some sort of breeding cattle, producing more offspring for them to fill up their tanks. Real life, however, comes with health regulations and employment attorneys.

Consequently, your paid parental role has been reduced to fostering various pups. They come and go; some of them are released back into the wild, others are transferred to different locations. It’s your first time witnessing these mysterious processes. Normally, as your boss had explained, they care for the little ones in sterile labs behind the scenes. Given your special bond with the hybrids, the Aquarium decided to test a new approach instead. Perhaps the pups could use some proper affection from their own species, and you could facilitate the interactions.

Full comic and drabble is out on Patreon! :)

Sorry about that anon, I could've sworn that patch of grass wouldn't take long. Just one chomp, I told myself. Next thing you know, June is over and I'm wanted in three countries.

Ps

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Here's the original post where anon graced us with the idea. The Alien boyfriend from this snippet got a crossover comic here, featuring our strange coworker.

Thank you, cutie! I have indeed been taking a break; I recently adopted two cats and the preparation plus early weeks were quite draining. I had announced it on Patreon, but I completely forgot to mention it here. If you're ever in doubt, I'm fairly active on my Discord server, but chances are I'm just recharging my batteries somewhere in a dark cave. :D