#creatures and monsters au

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/56388772

Siren!george DNF fic. Very well written. Criminally underrated.

Love reading how the two progress through the years. Also the ANGST that happens. Man :( /pos

Sing Me A Song And Let Me Love You, by @livingproofoftbd

Synopsis: Dream doesn’t know what George is, all he knows is he has a tail and gills and can breathe underwater. He shows Dream one day, takes him underwater with a quick kiss to his cheek that grants him the ability to temporarily breathe underwater. He also speaks five languages his school teaches human languages as extra credit coursework.

or, dream meets george, a Siren, at eight years old

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The rarest visitor on this blog... Not just Sun... MER Sun...

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@kiwiaok said freaky deep sea Neil and I went overboard with my gifted/inherited Hunt Crowquill pens. Now is he secretly tiny or is he human sized

Seriously I’ll say it again. These are so cool and fun

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[owlintheemptiness]

Me sitting down to doodle a bit before sleep:

[monstersholygrail]

Hybrid Fics

Fics:

The kiss of fate (Shark bf x fem!reader x Merman)

Late to the event (CEO Bull bf x fem!reader)

Wild Domination (Lion bf x Antelope fem!reader)

Rewarding bad behavior (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

A second wave (Shark Hybrid bf x fem!reader)

Imagines/Blurbs:

Obedient pup (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Slime mixture (Snail bf x Slime Monster fem!reader)

Good boy’s reward (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Guess you’ll do (Snow Leopard x fem!reader)

Being prepared (Snow Tiger x fem!reader)

Early Release (Needy Cat Hybrid bf x fem!reader)

Squid Hybrid Suitor: part one , part two

Jellyfish Hybrid Stripper

Surprise submission (Wolf Hybrid x fem!reader)

Change of direction (Cat Hybrid x ftm!reader)

Staying with the pups (Puppy Hybrid x fem!reader)

Soft perfection (Dove Hybrid bf x fem!reader)

Requests:

The helpful scientist (Yandere! Scientist x Hybrid gn!reader)

The helpful hybrid sequel (Yandere Scientist x Moth Hybrid gn!reader)

Late getting home (Cat bf x fem!reader)

Run little fox (Fox x Bunny ftm!reader)

The great trick (Human Man x Cat Hybrid fem!reader)

Hidden cock (Shark Hybrid x fem!reader)

Electric slide (electric eel hybrid x fem!reader)

Ex-Playboy Snow Leopard Hybrid:

Make you scream for me

Tiger bf x Deer fem!reader:

Prey for your predator

Grooming session

Precious marks

Cat bf x Mouse fem!reader:

New friends

Sunlit naps

The unwanted guest

Wolf bf x Puppy fem!reader:

Bear myself to you

Get mad

Pounce on it

Zoomies

The pups

Head scratches

Slutty shorts

Planning ahead

Bird Colony x Dance Instructor fem!reader

Dance classes

A special dance for you

Mistaken eggs

To lure their mate

Casual nesting

The apartment

[n1ght0f-nyx]

summers heat

wrote this late last night to cope with Australia's bipolar autumn weather

farmer centaur x fem!reader smut

tags/warnings- monster fucking, centaur Voyeurism, size kink, rough sex, worship kink, power imbalance, predator-prey energy, clothing damage, outdoor sex, public risk, dirty talk, possessiveness, scent kink, breeding kink

word count- 2047 words

The sun bore down on the fields with a lazy, golden heat, thick and drowsy in the high noon air. The garden was alive with the buzz of insects and the rustle of wind through corn stalks, but you were barely aware of anything outside the soil beneath your knees and the sweat dampening your shirt.

Your hands moved through the earth, dirt under your nails as you weeded around the squash vines, bending low, arse high—trying to ignore the prickling awareness at the back of your neck.

You weren’t alone.

He’d been watching you since you arrived that morning. You could feel him, every time you bent over, every time you stretched and your shirt rode up to expose the curve of your back. Every time you shifted your weight on your knees and your thighs squeezed together, you knew he was there.

Christos.

The minotaur was a massive presence on the farm, both in size and silence. A towering, broad-shouldered beast of a man, all muscle and sweat and deep, gravel-thick breathing. You’d barely exchanged more than a few words since arriving last week, but his eyes—dark, amber-ringed and burning—said far more than words ever could.

You hadn't meant to tease. Not really. But you weren't blind either. You’d caught him watching. Yesterday. The day before that. His gaze glued to your body as you worked, slow and heavy like a hand on your skin.

And now?

Now you didn’t dare look over your shoulder. Because if you did, you knew you'd find him there—leaning against the fence post or standing in the shadow of the barn, stroking himself.

Your breath caught.

The garden felt too quiet. Too still. The hairs on your arms lifted.

You shifted—deliberate, slow—and reached to pull another weed. The denim of your overalls tugged tight over your arse as you arched. The silence cracked behind you.

A low grunt.

Oh gods.

You bit your lip.

You still didn’t look back. Couldn’t. But in your mind’s eye you saw him: hand wrapped around that thick, heavy cock, dark and monstrous, stroking it slow, watching you like a starving animal.

You let your weight shift again, thighs spreading slightly as you reached deeper into the garden bed. You felt your breath hitch when you heard it again—another grunt, heavier this time. And then a wet sound—rhythmic. Hard.

Your pulse thudded in your ears.

He's touching himself.

Your core pulsed. You squeezed your thighs together, and you hated how wet you already were. You should have told him to stop. You should have got up, acted innocent, walked away.

But instead…

You stayed on your knees.

Bent over.

Offering him the view.

Your body was trembling, just barely. Not from fear—but anticipation. Heat. You felt slick between your legs, your breath shallow, your heart racing. You had never been watched like this before. Never wanted to be watched like this.

You heard a growl. Deep. Animal. That sound twisted through you like lightning.

And then—

Footsteps. Heavy. Slow.

Your breath caught, and before you could move, he was there.

You could feel the shadow fall over your back. The heat radiating off him. His breath, laboured, panting like a bull ready to charge.

He knelt behind you.

Massive hands planted on the dirt beside your hips. His fingers were thick, rough, stained with earth and work, but the way they trembled… that was for you.

You finally turned your head, heart in your throat.

Christos was devouring you with his eyes.

“I told myself I’d wait,” he rumbled. His voice was low, gravelly. Like thunder. “Told myself you were too sweet for this. Too soft. That I’d scare you off.”

You swallowed, lips parted, eyes wide.

His hand came up, brushing the side of your hip. “But then you come out here… bending over… showing me this tight little arse…” His voice broke into a growl. “And you know I’m watching.”

You nodded, just once. Barely.

His hand curled tighter.

“You been teasing me, girl?”

You breathed, “Maybe.”

He snarled.

And then you felt it—him—pressing hard and hot between your thighs, still clothed but unmistakable. You gasped, your body reacting before your mind caught up, arching into him, seeking more.

“You want it rough?” he breathed into your ear, voice vibrating through your spine. “Want me to take what you’ve been offering all damn week?”

You whimpered. “Yes.”

That was all he needed.

He gripped the back of your overalls and yanked, ripping them open at the seams. You gasped as the denim tore, baring your arse to the warm air—and to him. His breath hitched. You could feel him looking, dragging those eyes down your bare thighs, your soaked knickers.

“So wet already,” he growled, almost reverently. “Look at you…”

He slid one massive finger between your legs, dragging it along the fabric—pressing, circling, teasing.

You cried out, hips jerking.

“You want me to touch you here?” he murmured. “Want these big fingers stretching your little cunt?”

“Please…”

The fabric disappeared—ripped away. And then his fingers were there—bare skin on bare skin—and you moaned, loud and unashamed. He growled, watching you twitch under his touch, watching your slick coat his fingers as he dragged them through your folds, spreading you open.

“Fuck…” he groaned, half to himself. “You were made for this…”

You pushed back against him, needing more.

He gave it.

One thick finger slid into you, slow and relentless. Then another. Stretching you, filling you.

You were gasping, writhing, moaning into the dirt as he worked you open. Worshipful, like he was savouring every sound, every clench of your body.

And all the while, his hips ground against your arse, his cock still trapped behind thick denim, throbbing and impatient.

“Need to fuck you,” he growled. “Need to claim you.”

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes—please—”

The sound of his belt unbuckling was like a thunderclap.

You braced yourself.

And then—

He filled you in one brutal, delicious thrust.

You screamed, your fingers digging into the soil as he split you open, wide and deep and perfect.

He didn’t move at first—just stayed there, buried to the hilt, panting behind you, his breath hot against your back.

“You feel that?” he growled, hips grinding. “Feel how tight you are around me? How perfect?”

You nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes. “So full…”

“Damn right you are,” he growled. “And I ain’t stopping till I fuck every last moan outta you.”

And gods, he meant it.

He started to move—deep, punishing strokes that rocked your entire body, his hands gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go. You were sobbing his name, crying out with every thrust, lost to the rhythm of it, the heat, the filth of being taken like this in the dirt, bent over and filled by a monster who worshipped every inch of you.

“Look at you,” he growled, leaning over you, voice thick and desperate. “Taking me so good. So fuckin’ good, girl—”

His hand slipped under your belly, found your clit, rubbed you in tight, merciless circles as he fucked you harder. You shattered, body convulsing around him, gasping out a broken moan that made his hips stutter.

And then he roared—low and guttural—and came inside you, thick spurts that made your already full body tremble with aftershock.

You both collapsed forward—him panting over your back, still buried deep, you twitching, boneless, in the soil.

Silence.

Except for the wind. The bees.

And the slow, wet slide of him pulling out of you.

His hand stroked down your back, gentler now. Worshipful. Reverent.

“You alright, little thing?” he murmured.

You nodded weakly, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. I think I’ll like working the garden.”

He chuckled—a dark, satisfied sound. “Good. ‘Cause I ain’t letting you go anywhere.”

[baguantte]

waiting for the day when my south park art just dries up its not coming any time soon tho

[thlaylisden]

ChimeraChuck being the grumpy yet protective type when youre sleeping.. (and its the best nap you have ever had in the time youve been in the dungeon)

Thanks for loving my chimerachuck , so heres more <3

[amelia-yap]

vomits another AU

[tagzpite]

“Well, what do we have here? A lone little shark? Why. Your face is familiar.”

Another mermay piece, this time with a different brand of fishysseus! A leopard shark! Also featuring my dear Poseidon with his hippocampus half!

“How dangerous. To bite the hand of the one who’s domain you breath. Swim as far and fast as you can, but you will never escape my senses. Until next time,dear shark.”

[lilacxquartz]

beneath the murky depths;

octoman sukuna x f!reader

plot: your vulnerable state catches the attention of an oceanic god — themes/warnings: tentacles, smut, monster fucking, orally & in v, painful sex, dubcon — w.c: 1.4k • ao3 • masterlist

a/n: by request, hope this is what you were looking for! <3 keep the warnings in mind before clicking in.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep on the beach, but you couldn’t help it. You were so tired and it was so warm—how could you pass up such an opportunity?

You supposed that the problem was that, when you came around, the shores were now empty and devoid of seemingly everyone. It was dark in such an odd way too, with the skies looking more blood red than the usual dark blue that blanketed over the horizon.

At first, you thought that you were dreaming but the longer that you lay awake, the more real it all seemed. Something in the air tasted bitter, almost metallic—while the ground beneath your body gently trembled—the sand flittering around without a cause. You sat up in a flash, trying to make sense of what you were experiencing, only to be met with the otherworldly sight of what appeared to be rising tides, somehow paused at a standstill.

“What the…?” you murmured to yourself, your voice coming out as a hoarse whisper as it was still thick with sleep.

The waters, so void-like and foreboding, parted at the center like two liquified curtains separating at the seams, giving entry to a tall and imposing figure beyond your comprehension. Your eyes locked onto the impossible sight, taking note of his robust frame adorned with muscles; showcasing four large strong arms sprouting from his body alongside a set of tentacles spearing from his back.

Instinctively, your first course of action was to back away as far as you could, even though it seemed like you had nowhere to run off to. There was a strange feeling of some sort of ambient pressure, like this being’s presence prevented you from moving very far, if even at all.

“You’re a curious thing, aren’t you?” he purred in a deep voice.

You stared at the monster, blinking a couple of times as your mind raced for a potential response. Something like him shouldn’t exist—there was simply no way—and yet… this didn’t seem to be a dream nor a nightmare, so what on earth were you looking at exactly? His face didn’t make sense either, with the parallel half boasting something resembling barnacles with shells alike, peering out what appeared to be another set of eyes.

“W-what are you?” you finally managed to sputter out.

He smiled slightly, yet there was nothing warm about the gesture. “The mortals know me as Sukuna,” he introduced himself, eyeing you down with fixed contempt, “you should be thankful to be in the presence of a god.”

“A-a god?” you replied.

Sukuna hummed, retaining his stoic demeanour, although a hint of arrogance crept into his eyes. “Depends on who you worship, some might call me a demon…” he trailed off, letting the implication linger in the air before continuing, “now, who might you be?”

You just barely muttered out your name to him.

Addressing you personally, he took a step closer, his figure looming over yours, casting a dark shadow over where you were sat. “And what do you offer me?”

You blinked. “H-huh? Offer? I-I didn’t pray to you… d-did I?”

Sukuna rumbled out a low, deep-bellied laugh. Despite his reaction to your confusion, he didn’t seem to be amused in the slightest. “I won’t ask you again,” he warned, addressing you personally once more, “so tell me, what do you offer me?”

“I-I don’t have anything?” you nervously asked.

“Everyone has something to offer,” he corrected you, branching out a finger to tweeze at your chin, tilting your head up to meet with him directly. You froze at the sight, your eyes wide with fear. “How about… your lust?”

Your words failed you for a second before you were able to even respond.

But then you finally managed something, “I…I— What?”

Sukuna hovered over you, his scarlet gaze locking onto yours, daring you to oppose his suggestion. You were too terrified to reject him and ultimately wanted to live through whatever this was, so you found yourself apprehensively nodding in agreement.

“O…kay…” you just barely choked out.

Sukuna didn’t need to be told twice, immediately moving over you. The tentacles that rooted from his back snaked over towards your body, capturing your limbs in a tight, wrapping embrace. You gasped out at the bizarre sensation, feeling the tugging weight of them spread your legs apart while keeping your arms locked in place.

“You should be able to take me after this,” he lazily murmured, coiling a tendril over your now-spread sex, placing a fleshy suction cup just over your clit. The pleasure was immediate as soon as the connection was made, the sucker vacuuming over the bud.

As the motions continued to spread a surging sensation of warmth, a sweeping tingle simmered through your core. Almost instinctively, your body lifted itself to lean into the spike of the muscle, letting slip of needy—almost whining shuddered out whimpers.

“Such an obedient girl,” he almost praised, seeming to approve of your reactions.

There was no time to reply to his condescending flattery as the blissful sensation rose, pushing your body above and beyond its capable threshold. An exhilarating peak formed in between your legs, boiling over to overflowing ecstasy as your eyes rolled back and your toes tingled and curled.

However, it didn’t seem to be over just yet. Sukuna plucked the limb away, guiding it slightly lower to meet at your entrance instead. You were slicker at this point, with your heat glistening in your sopping release. He then speared the tentacle into your sex without warning, impaling you with the tentacle, moving another to swim through your slightly ajar lips, feeling overwhelmed as he simultaneously fucked the tendrils into your body, keeping you perfectly well filled.

Quickly flustered, you unintentionally rolled your hips to match the momentum of how he moved within you, finding that he was able to slowly bulk out the swelling girth of the boneless limbs, leaving you completely stuffed as you were forced to adjust around the size, left perfectly distracted as he slowly eased the feelers out of your body.

Thinking it was over, you wrongfully relaxed, as once again without warning or any chance to recover, Sukuna moved forward in his plan to have you fully take him, positioning the tip of his heavily thick cock into your cunt, pushing himself fully inside.

Regrettably, you weren’t quite as ready as he thought, so he suffered your teeth sinking into one of his tentacles that hovered nearby, seething out a pained hiss in response. Quickly retracting it, however, he half laughed, half scoffed as if amused by your little slip-up. “You’ll take me,” he warned or rather, promised, “and you’ll take me well.”

Once again, he eased himself into your core, his eyes fluttering in pleasure from the sensation of your walls swallowing around his length. Slowly, he drove his cock through you, taking note of how your legs widened out of necessity before settling in as far as he could realistically push.

At first, it felt like a punch to the gut, almost, as he started to move. The thudding impact of him hitting your cervix over and over, was nothing short of excruciating, feeling unlike any other pain you had experienced before. Repeatedly, Sukuna stole your breath away as he rutted into your hilt, his creeping tentacles returning to maneuver around the contours of your body, wrapping himself tightly around you—all the while he slammed himself into your soon battered and bruised apex.

And as you let yourself go, your mind blanked. It felt like your orgasm was closer to killing you, than anything else as he continued to brutally penetrate you. He too, was caught up in an almost violent body-wide rolling shudder—filling you up with the flooding aftermath of his peaking climax—with trickling residue that sept out of the cusp of the tentacles, coating you in a sealing pact of something left unspoken.

Your eyes drooped shut after that, but rather than waking up safe and sound on the beach, praying to something else that this was all part of some bizarre nightmare—you found yourself plunged into the dark waters along with him—unintentionally promising yourself to be kept until the end of time.

After all, Sukuna didn’t quite tell you one little detail of the pact.

An offering was a promise, and a promise was forever.

[kozzdraw]

Pages from Deku's creature chronicle... part 6

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Kudos to @bibliodraco with the big brain of a baku FatGum, for which I would have never come up with a cute little sideplot with Shihai and Midnight.

[frayedcircus]

helloooo here’s my slightly unconventional take on the pines twins in the monster falls au

dipper is a sheep satyr creature, and mabel is a spider monster :]

i made mabel a spider because i think it fits not only with her love of crafts and knitting, but also with her grappling hook. now she can crawl around and hang from ropes and webs as much as she wants <3

and more arms means more advanced knitting potential and more space for cute bracelets… more eyes means more cute eyeshadow space….

i don’t have much justification for dipper being a sheep besides the lamby lamb dance… i think it’s cute and mabel can make his wool into yarn to knit with :}

[keferon]

Now I'm invested in a fairy au... Any thoughts?

I am watching videos of people repairing broken butterfly wings and having a lot of thoughts. Most of them can be shortened to “wrong wrong wrong you’re doing it wronggggg give me your poor butterfly I would make it betterrr”. Seriously there’s often no plan or even no measuring. Those girlies just pick any vaguely thin material and then glue it to the butterfly. Where’s measuring?? Making sure that AT LEAST the shape is the same?? Why no one is accounting for the different weight? Those poor butterflies

Anyway Shockwave will have to fix Blurr’s ripped wing and he better be real fucking careful with it.

[leafbreez]

Silly kids, my children i love so much

[prismtheartkoopa]

Hello? Are there any koopaling fans here on Tumblr??

I got a Monster AU if anyone wants it!