freaky monster freak

(@teratopup did the art when we were discussing things my beloved would say)

first, there’s this lovely guy

if i don’t gush over back muscles assume i am dead

then there’s this unnecessarily horny theseus and minotaur

another theseus and minotaur. theseus leave the minotaur alone challenge

nice butts and back muscles, i approve

then there’s this gorgeous lad

but my favourite is this pensive li’l guy

please look at him and his little tail and how he’s leaning on his own horn and is kinda just trying to figure things out. amazing

I don't really like that my page is orange (except the tiny carrots bc I love carrots) but what's written is all about me.

Me and Daria got the same diary results haha; it’s pretty accurate as well. This was fun to do!

I think the ears on the picrew are so funny, though the hair choices were a bit lacklustre in the short style department. The diary is pretty accurate, and I love the grumpy little cow !! It's so cute <3

I'm also craving a fossegrim or a nokken x fem reader.

-🧚‍♀️✨

A/N Pet: Yandere x Bimbo is not my forte, but Vamp (@teratopup) was nice enough to play with the characters with me, so this is a collab between the two of us. Enjoy!

A/N Pup: I’ve never really done a bimbo before, so the reader kind of comes across as a bit of a space cadet instead- hopefully that's close enough!

By the river

Nokken x fem!reader || semi-public sex (kinda?), dual POV, implied hypnotism (not mentioned), multiple orgasms || tw: stalking, brief drowning

To prance, frolic, and dance around the river was your favorite thing to do and favorite place to be. Often, you’d end up at the beautiful forest clearing by the riverfront, forgetfully neglecting your responsibilities for the day.

Everyone in your village had insisted you needed to get your head out of the clouds, worried that you’d one day find yourself in danger and not even realize it.

Unbeknownst to you, today was the day you’d be proving them right.

You see, for as long as you had enjoyed your little clearing hideaway, you had been watched from afar. You hadn’t been aware of this, of course, too busy entertaining yourself making flower crowns, watching the clouds roll in the sky, dancing and whatever else you always did to entertain yourself. Some people liked to call you dumb and distractible because of it, but you’re just too unbothered to be mad at them for that, either.

From the lovely babbling river, watchful eyes observed you for years. The emotion started out in the watcher as something akin to contempt. Who would dare to disturb the peace of his preferred bend of the river, what with their singing and swaying, laughing and dancing?

Of course it would be a measly human to be the culprit, all too unconcerned about the dangers of the river- the dangers that he himself posed.

Yes, it was he who had caused the villagers to always remind one another to be safe ‘round the rivers lest they disappear without a trace, and he was damn well proud of it.

As close as you had gotten to the river’s edge each time, you always remained just out of his known grasp. He had no choice but to allow your presence, lying in wait until he could snatch you up and cut short your thread of fate.

(Inspired by and consulted on with @teratopup )

As the weeks passed, you came to realize that Tohopka didn’t just find you annoying. It seemed like he loathed you. Every time you came over to hang out with Mitena, which was often since the two of you quickly became best friends, he would huff, roll his eyes or just go into his room. It was like he couldn’t even stand being in the same general proximity as you.

“We can start hanging out at your place,” Mitena offered when Tohopka once again slinked off to his room when he saw you were sitting on the couch.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” you smiled, eyes following the disgruntled werewolf as he disappeared into his room.

The two of you spend much of the rest of the night talking and drinking. Every so often, Tohopka came out to get something to eat or drink, or to tell Mitena to keep it down. His eyes nearly always passed right over you, which made your stomach twist. The way he seemed completely disinterested in your very existence was disheartening, but being the absolute brat you are, you decided to tease him. At least then he would have to have some kind of reaction, right? He would have to give you some kind of attention.

“Hey dog. You must be really thirsty,” you smirked as he walked behind the couch to head into the kitchen.

“The fuck did you just call me?” Toh’s eyes snapped to yours, his voice coming out in a low bark as his ears flicked back.

“Hey, Y/N,” Mitena drew out the y in ‘hey’ as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, her ears twitching. “Maybe you shouldn’t-.”

“Shouldn’t what? Fucking insult me like I’m nothing but a pet for her amusement?” Toh snapped, the glass in his hand nearly shattering as he gripped it. You could hear the glass creaking.

A grown stepped your face as you looked up at him. “What? No, I was only joking. I thought-.”

Sharp claws sprouted from the werewolf’s fingertips before he shifted more, his already imposing figure turning even more so. The small room seemed to shrink as he filled it. Almost instinctively, you yourself shrank against the couch.

“Mi, you need to get your human under control,” Tohopka growled, his upper lip curling as he looked down at you.

“Toh, she doesn’t know any better. Wolves aren’t as common here,” Mitena said with a sigh, squeezing your shoulder. “Cut her some slack. You know she doesn’t mean it like that.”

Instead of responding, he turned and went back into his room, slamming the door so loud that the small apartment shook. You began to apologize profusely to Mitena, who just brushed it off.

“He’s sensitive. He might not show it, but he is,” she said, refilling your half empty glass of box wine. “Don’t let him ruin our night. So, what were we going to watch again?”

The two of you stayed up watching bad TV and drinking box wine until you start to doze off at around 4 am. Mitena made up the couch for you before going to her room. You curled up on the cushions, dozing in and out. After a little while, you heard Tohopka’s bedroom door open, and his heat footsteps pad out. You stayed quiet, still feeling guilty for what happened, and not wanting to upset him again.

The fridge door opened, and you heard several cans crunch shortly after the tabs were popped open. You couldn’t help but wonder how many beers he was drinking, and how was he drinking them so fast? He padded around the front of the couch, then saw you still laying there.

“Fuck. Why are you here?” he muttered as he sat down by your feet as he used the remote to flip on the TV. “You should be at your own fucking apartment.”

“Too drunk to go,” you whined softly, yawning.

His dark eyes flickered over to you. There was something there you weren’t expecting. It almost looks like hunger. “You piss me off.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your lower lip pushing out slightly. You could feel a dampness between your legs just from his presence. He always had that kind of effect on you.

The sight does something to him, as much as he would never admit it. In seconds he scooped you up, carrying you to his room. All you did was let out a high pitched yelp, that Mitena somehow slept through. As soon as his door was shut, Tohopka laid you down on his bed, crawling on top of you.

“You’re such a brat,” he muttered, licking up your neck, his long muzzle buried against your skin as his claws worked at pushing up your skirt.

“I thought you hated me,” you whimpered out, tasting the beer on his tongue when he finally properly kissed you.

“Shut up,” he barked, pushing his tongue down your throat like he was trying to taste the box wine you had drank earlier.

His hands seemed to shake as he tugged down his fleece pajama pants, his cock already throbbing and leaking. Your cunt pulsed at the sight. At the idea of even trying to take something that big. Your legs fell more open as he slotted himself between them.

“Fuck, Mitena will kill me if I knock your stupid ass up,” he muttered, fumbling in his nightstand for a condom.

“I’m allergic to latex,” you managed to get out through the haze of lust and excitement clouding your brain.

“Of course you are,” he huffed, but he tossed the one he had down, grabbing another one.

Ripping it open, he quickly slid it on, even covering his already starting to form knot. Excitement was making you buzz as much as the alcohol, but then something happened that made both Tohopka and you let out a whine. When he leaned down to kiss your neck again, his sharp teeth caught on the chain of your silver necklace you always wore, accidentally tugging it off. The scent that your full, proper scent hit him, he lost it.

“Mine. My mate,” he growled, pushing into you without prep. He couldn’t help himself. “Mine. You’re mine.”

The stretch from his cock was painful in the most pleasant way possible. You were pulsing around him, your cunt dripping around his covered cock as he bullied in and out of your sopping cunt. Tears pricked your eyes as you mewled, whimpering and pleading with him for more.

“Please, please please,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You. Fuck. Can’t believe it’s you,” his words were slightly slurred, and you flinched as he suddenly bit down hard on the pillow by your head, ripping into it with his teeth.

His claws dug into your plush hips as he held you down, slamming in and out at an almost brutal pace. All you could do was whimper and mewl, your body bucking up slightly to try to take him deeper. However, whether it be because of the alcohol or the fact he was just so excited to have found his mate, he didn’t last long.

His cum flooded the condom the second you gasped out that you were cumming, your walls clamping down around him. He was panting, almost trembling above you. The condom compressed his knot, so he was able to slowly pull out of you, his half lidded eyes fixed on your slightly stretched hole throbbing with the aftershocks of your pleasure.

It was too bad neither of you would remember this the next morning.

(✔) I wish there were more works involving abstractly monstrous creatures instead of humanoid ones.

(❌) Why does everyone here, in this particular place, have such basic style? Where are the real fans who enjoy the true definition of teratophilia?

(✔) Could anyone recommend me works involving an older Reader? This is my personal preference, and I struggle to find enough content.

(❌) Why do authors engage in free, fun activities that don't fit my agenda? It's wrong and it implies a lack of skill; they should feature what I find ethical instead.

You are not entitled to free content. You can either 1) ask for it without additional slander, or 2) create it yourself without additional slander. I do not understand why some of you are overwhelmed by the need to simultaneously judge what's currently popular and/or not to your taste in order to prove your point.

If you took the energy that you used to compile backhanded critique towards media and actually created the content you wanted to begin with, we wouldn't be in this situation. You are the cause to your own misfortune.