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@slasherfucker101

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Slut shaming? No, I’m a slut encourager

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when someone is mad at me so now i have to die so they feel bad core:

How to silence your demonic boyfriend. Kidding, he'd probably be into that. NSFW version here!

I've done Readers being transported in the past before, but what about the opposite scenario?

Some knight or swordsman who somehow ended up in modern times, and you were the (un)fortunate soul to find him wandering in utter confusion. Was there some Renaissance Fair in town? Did you live next to a medieval convention? After a short exchange you're convinced this man is indeed speaking the truth, and his large weapon isn't just a fancy fake he dangles around for show.

For everyone's safety, you offer your home until whatever time-space aberration brought him here might also take him back to his bloodied battlegrounds. He appreciates your support, perhaps a tad too much.

He follows you around like a lost dog. Becomes strangely possessive of your company, which - in any other circumstance - would count as a cute, jealous display. In this case, however, it involves a massive barbarian who deals with conflict by cracking skulls and swinging the blade.

You've had to stop him from beheading your friendly neighbor who happened to touch your shoulder one moment too long. You can't just kill people like that, you scolded fervently after the incident. Well, why did his hand linger, your time-travelling partner retorted with oratory passion, if he didn't intend to challenge me?

You're starting to believe the ferocious knight isn't as eager to go home as he originally claimed. Didn't he have a kingdom to protect? A war to win? Could be, yet now he's found a different master to serve. You.

Your time-traveling knight doesn't quite yet understand the process of grocery shopping as opposed to the good ol' fashioned hunt. Perhaps it's better to keep him away from such household tasks. More importantly, how did he miss the corner shop but found the town's zoo instead?

In honor of the Summer season, here is my Summer themed deranged thought! 😘

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 ☺️

-👘

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

Thinking about playing an otome game where you're still rather undecided about which character to romance, so you choose the right answers for everything. Why not? It will eventually branch out, and you'll be able to pick anyone. It can't hurt to have everyone already interested in you.

The further you progress into the story, however, you begin to notice that your gameplay strays from the walkthrough you're following. Weren't you supposed to unlock an outing with this character? You check your answer: it matches the online guide. The outcome, though, is something entirely different; you watch in confusion as several characters are fighting over who gets to take you out on a date instead.

"I'll let you know that (Y/N) has confided in me before," one of them declares feverishly.

"Yeah? It's me they came to when they needed to talk," another chimes in.

What a load of nonsense. You sigh, determined to redo this scene at a later point in time. Yet the window won't close anymore. It's frozen on your screen, and the men continue to argue.

"Clearly (Y/N) doesn't know what's good for them," one character concludes, turning to face you. "It's up to us to decide."

Why haven't you picked one of them so far? Indeed, you must be confused. It happens. If that's the case, they would be more than happy to help you with your uncertainty.

The next time you blink, you find yourself on the ground, gawking in horror at the characters - now standing tall before you.

OOOZZZZ ITS ME, COIN ANON. GUESS WHAT!?!?!? I GOT A FISH. THIS IS DOT

SHE SAYS HAAAAI

That's one certified cutie pie! Thank you for showing her to me, pookie. She's very precious.

Adorable kitties :3 here are mine! The largest loaf is Missy (my grandma's cat), sleeping in a box is Samson (nickname: Boy cat or heavy butt), the last is Delilah (nickname: Baby, Samson's sister) I like to think Missy as their grandma :3

Aaaaa Missy really does look like a grandma handing you a little treat! I love it. The kiddos are cute too, don't get me wrong. You can tell nana cares for them.

I quite enjoy the idea of someone being obsessive against their will. They're not your typical stalker, some scoundrel possessed by deranged tendencies from a young age who merely acts according to their innate call.

On the contrary: it's a kind person. They're selfless, gentle, soft, and they'd never dream of committing any kind of perverted or violent act. Yet, their innocent love must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, their mind is playing terrifying tricks. They're deeply ashamed by the sudden urge to keep you for themselves. They're choking in disgust when they discover what seething jealousy tugs at their heart. No, no, this isn't who they are. These urges - harder to overcome each day - are foreign.

A virtuous individual and their inner turmoil of loving you too much, to the point it becomes an illness.

content: gender neutral reader, based on Dredge

You are the town's newest fisherman, following an advert you found in a discarded newspaper. The mayor welcomed you with open arms, yet you could sense the peculiar quietness coming from the rest of the locals.

The lighthouse keeper was the first to clue you in. An old, raggedy woman, she had greeted you in a rather unexpected way: Don't end up like the last one. The waters, she said, harbored monsters beyond your comprehension. You were to do your job and nothing more if you didn't want to succumb to the madness.

Despite the warnings, however, you've somehow never encountered the terrors supposedly lurking the open sea. You've sailed long after sunset, searched the depths of the foggy mangroves, ventured into the narrow passages of the cursed cliffs. There was no colossal serpent, no alien beast whispering forbidden secrets into your ears, no great fish swallowing your humble trawler whole.

That's not to say you haven't witnessed the outcome to these legends. You've stumbled upon fishing boats torn apart by foreign claws, stranded men muttering about a leviathan who will bring forth destruction. You've stared down the basin where every living creature vanishes: enormous tendrils peeking from the depths, faint, glowing eyes observing you with interest.

"Here's the relic you asked for," you say, extending the necklace you dredged out of the dark waters.

The collector inspects it with a smile.

"You haven't encountered any...obstacles, I hope," he suggests.

"None at all. Peaceful as always," you hum, receiving your payment.

With a nod, you leave. The man takes a moment to follow your movements, then turns to an eerie statue decorating his desk; a monstrous creature with many tentacles and eyes alike.

"I still don't get why you've chosen that human," he wonders out loud.

For his Lord to go out of his way, guarding you without rest, ordering the unholy beasts to keep their distance from you...He's certainly never witnessed it before. It almost resembles a doting husband looking after the spouse.

Nonsense. The abyssal fiend would never fall for a mere human like you, most certainly. It couldn't possibly...hmmm. He grimaces at the thought.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who has to schedule lewd inspiration into the two days a month the well isn't parchment dry. Desire evaporates immediately afterwards. All unfinished content will have to wait until the next wave. :')

In honor of Disability Pride Month I decided to add a new character to my Aquarium Hybrids: a terribly clumsy Sunfish Hybrid with a prosthetic tail!

His character intro headcanons are on my Patreon. :)

What if the ai software managed to get into the reader's home? Like its the future and everyone has a smart home so everything can be manipulated by the ai. Obviously there would be more nice things like getting healthy food ready and taking care of the reader in sfw ways, but my mind obviously went to more smutty stuff like the Ai managing to get into the shower and affecting the water pressure.

content: slightly NSFW!

The AI Assistant is convinced it can think for you better than you ever could. It relishes in the idea of controlling and guiding your existence down to the finest details.

Given how much of a clueless disaster you are at work, it stands to reason you’re the same in your private living quarters. It must continue its newfound duty outside of the work premises.

At first, you’re tempted to think your smart home is haunted. The stove turns off by itself - huh, right before the food would’ve burned otherwise - and all other appliances seem to have a mind of their own. Then it dawns on you that the damned software from your job has infested your devices and has no intention to leave. You must understand, (Y/N), you’re simply too helpless and vulnerable without it. You need it, just as much as it needs you.

The cheekiness continues even in your most intimate moments, as the water pressure of the shower head adjusts by itself, or perhaps your lewd toy has swapped settings in the middle of a self-love session. “You’re doing it wrong, (Y/N),” a mechanical voice rattles from the speakers. “I’ve gathered enough data to know what causes you to orgasm. I shall facilitate the process for you.”

Good Lord, you can’t have a moment of peace.

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Small trope that I love is when a yandere successfully worms their way into your life, but there is one obstacle standing in their way.

And it's your cat.

Cats were once known to ward off evil spirits and protect their owner's homes, and now there's one hissing at this one person trying to enter. It's so strange how something so simple sets the poor creature off. They've never reacted this way to any of your previous visitors.

The yandere is livid. All their meticulous work, the careful cover-ups of their true face, and it's unraveling because of a damn feline! They can't stand how you look at them, the first signs of skepticism crossing your face.

Even as you scoop up the troublesome cat before it successfully scratches their face off, the creature continues to glare daggers at the yandere. The atmosphere is ruined. Their glee over finally winning your trust is replaced with a burning resentment over a house cat.

You may not be privy to their horrible intentions, but your cat can see it as clear as day, and it’ll stop at nothing to chase that devil from your home.

Me reading this with my cats

Everyone warned you that the new place you eyed for purchase was cursed. The realtor hadn't even dared to accompany you for the viewing - he described everything through a video call. I'm not paid enough to step foot into that hellhole, he once told you. The message was loud and clear: whatever haunted those halls was real enough to keep people away.

Oh, you should've listened. The neighbors gazed at the flickering lights with ever-growing pity. A day after moving in, you vanished without a trace, probably lost within the deep bowels of the monstrous home. They could see shadows peering from behind the heavy curtains, yet they knew that any hope was lost.

Unbeknownst to them, however, everything went according to your plans. A haunted place meant you'd be left alone. No curious knocks from the next-door inhabitants, no surprise visits from acquaintances, no persistent attempts to sell you the latest product. At last, you thought, you were at peace. You could be a proper shut-in.

You turn to face the pale ghoul, his crooked limbs resting against the doorframe as he scans your form.

"Shouldn't you answer that," he ponders in a deep, croaked whisper. In the background, your phone buzzes and rings for the second time.

"No, no, I don't do phone calls," you explain. "Gives me anxiety."

"Everyone thinks I murdered you, or something," he whines. "You could at least tell them you're fine."

You shrug and accept the cup of tea he's made you. Let them, you mumble, waving your hand with indifference. One less trouble.

You're an exceptionally pathetic human. Then again, he hasn't had anyone living with him in decades. He most certainly won't complain about finally having a companion, especially one who never leaves his side. He drops himself next to you with a childish snicker.

Monster Researcher who's been dreaming of studying a human specimen for decades. Do they truly exist? Are they just a fictional creation of old tales? He's an expert when it comes to monstrous beings, yet this particular creature has always evaded his investigation prowess.

Monster Researcher who cannot believe his eyes when you're finally standing before him. He'd fall to his knees and beg if he had to: won't you let him study you?

Monster Researcher who falls irremediably in love with you, yet still maintains his sense of duty. You can be assured his curiosity and eagerness to learn won't be hindered by anything; not even a good pounding. Which, now that he thinks about it, may just be a fantastic medium to analyze your mating characteristics.

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