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More shut-in reader x creature haunting your home. This episode: dealing with delivery people.

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I hope you don't mind my curiosity, but how are yous today? :D

I’m quite okay! Halfway through my trip in Indonesia and fairly tired, but I’m having a lot of fun. If you’d like, I can share some of the photos I took!

Top ones are the animals we saw in Komodo (minus the monkeys and coral fish, gotta transfer those from the cameras), bottom half is from Bromo. We hiked all the way to the volcano top and threw an offering in! :D

I hope you’re having an amazing day, cutie.

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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.

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Monsterfucking is so normalized on Tumblr I kinda forgot it even counted as a kink. I thought it was like liking boobs on girls. The basic normal stuff most people like.

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I feel really dumb asking this, but does your little "closed!" button mean closed for requests, or just closed in general? And if it's the latter, I apologize for bothering you.

I would say it’s a less-strict, overall closed. Not in the sense that I don’t want to receive anything, but more in the sense of “hey, I’m currently at 900 inbox messages and may not have the time to answer you promptly, keep that in mind”. People still send me asks and I answer if I can, but it’s not a guarantee and I don’t want them to feel like I’m ignoring them on purpose, you know? It’s a sort of filtering to avoid multiple daily messages added to the big pile :’)

A good example is right now! I’m on holiday in Indonesia for two weeks, so I’m mostly only reblogging or posting from queue. Apologies in advance for my lack of activity!

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You've been the (un)willing host of a time-traveling knight who somehow ended up in your modern times. Since the fateful encounter he's become rather possessive of your company, yet today seems to be especially bad.

You eye the straw doll with increasing suspicion. As you make your way to the bedroom, you notice the discarded, crumpled scrolls littering the floor. You can't decipher the old writing.

"What's the meaning of this," you demand, stomping towards the massive, armored man.

"I have drafted a will," he confesses theatrically. "My time here is scarce."

"You don't even own anything here. Have you found a way to return?" your voice has a tint of hope to it; could it be that you'll soon have your peace back?

Oh, sweet, innocent (Y/N)! His door only leads to the cruel afterlife. He's been feverish all night, and his throat tightens with each whisper. He's all too familiar with the signs: a deadly disease. Worry not, he'll be departing with a clean conscience. He glances at the clumsily improvised doll - a curse he's learned from an old hag many years ago - and smiles faintly. No other man or woman will ever dare to yearn for you.

He jolts at the unexpected touch of your hand, resting against his hot forehead.

"Ah, you probably have a cold. I'll get you some decongestant from the pharmacy."

Huh?

"Wait, did you...did you think you're dying?"

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You've been the (un)willing host of a time-traveling knight who somehow ended up in your modern times. Since the fateful encounter he's become rather possessive of your company, yet today seems to be especially bad.

You eye the straw doll with increasing suspicion. As you make your way to the bedroom, you notice the discarded, crumpled scrolls littering the floor. You can't decipher the old writing.

"What's the meaning of this," you demand, stomping towards the massive, armored man.

"I have drafted a will," he confesses theatrically. "My time here is scarce."

"You don't even own anything here. Have you found a way to return?" your voice has a tint of hope to it; could it be that you'll soon have your peace back?

Oh, sweet, innocent (Y/N)! His door only leads to the cruel afterlife. He's been feverish all night, and his throat tightens with each whisper. He's all too familiar with the signs: a deadly disease. Worry not, he'll be departing with a clean conscience. He glances at the clumsily improvised doll - a curse he's learned from an old hag many years ago - and smiles faintly. No other man or woman will ever dare to yearn for you.

He jolts at the unexpected touch of your hand, resting against his hot forehead.

"Ah, you probably have a cold. I'll get you some decongestant from the pharmacy."

Huh?

"Wait, did you...did you think you're dying?"

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Dragon Hybrid Butler that can't help but let his eyes rove over you every time he thinks you aren't looking. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you, roaming up and down your body.

Dragon Hybrid Butler that tuts as you trip over his carefully placed tail, causing you to fall forward into him. His hand is so firmly helping you keep balance against him, yet also keeping you pressed close to him.

Dragon Hybrid Butler who might just be peeping around your privacy screen as he waits for you to change your clothing. You can tell, but why would you point it out when his attention feels so good?

Dragon Hybrid Butler who can't help himself, palming his cock over his pants when you reach down to pick something up. It would be so easy for him to simply lift your skirts and take you right there, you know.

Dragon Hybrid Butler that can't help himself, his tail now coiling around your thigh as he hopelessly ruts into you, apologizing for his indecency to his mistress, but continuing no less.

Dragon Hybrid Butler is a creature of greed, you see, and you're simply his most precious treasure. It was only a matter of time before he finally stuck his claim on- well, in- you.

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I wanna give Suma a kiss on the cheek but how am I supposed to even reach him

I figured I'd compile a small, handy guide for you. Can be applied to bigg boyfriends™ in general.

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You said we could possibly request things for Kinktober, can I request a caretaker android one?

You sure can! I actually got the funniest lewd idea while reading your request, haha. content: gender neutral reader, artificial intelligence, NSFW

Your android caretaker seems to have trouble understanding boundaries.

Generally speaking, they do a flawless job. They cook, clean, and look after all of your needs, just as advertised by the company you made your purchase from. You've noticed, however, that their speech and behavior indicate something that goes beyond the regular tasks of a synthetic assistant: affection.

It could very well be your imagination and nothing more, yet you can't quite shake off the feeling that their mechanical actions have a tinge of emotion to them, or at least something resembling it. Your android does not behave like the ones you've seen in the showroom, not entirely. They go beyond their requirements; their smile is much more frequent than what basic etiquette would dictate.

There's one circumstance in which you prefer to be alone. It's the occasional ritual of getting under your blanket and quietly taking care of your sexual needs. This time, your deed is interrupted by the door abruptly opening, as the android walks in without hesitation. You scramble to regain your composure, sitting up with a flustered expression.

"My apologies, I did not mean to startle you. I see you're presently stimulating yourself."

"Excuse me?" you stare at the tall figure, too baffled to respond otherwise.

"It is something I wished to approach for some time now. Why do you insist on avoiding my services for this particular matter?"

Their hand slides under the blanket with trained efficiency, reaching your thigh and causing you to jolt.

"I took into consideration that you may be ashamed, but that cannot be. I have witnessed you nude on multiple occasions. I help you bathe; I accompany your showers. Your fear would not be logical given these factors."

You try to remove their arm, but it remains pivoted against you. Their cold fingers hover above your privacy for a brief moment, before continuing your previous work. A whine involuntarily escapes your mouth.

"Thus, I have reached the conclusion that there is no significant reason for your refusal to ask for my assistance.

Please do not take offense at my hypothesis, but I would argue that I could do a better job satisfying you."

A faint smile creeps on their features as they gaze intently at your flushed, aroused face, taking in the whimpers rolling out of your mouth.

"Additionally, I have multiple means of helping you come, (Y/N)."

Their tone feels almost cheeky. You are pushed back into the pillows, and their other hand reaches for their trousers. You can only nod, already feverish in anticipation.

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Hey Ozz, I had a dream last night where I was drinking in a club, and you were dancing on top of the bar counter as people threw pretzels at you chanting your name. I then got up, slipped you some money, and punched someone in the face, starting a fight. I have no clue why I dreamed that, but I woke laughing because the last thing I "saw" was you swinging by me on a chandelier singing.

No clue, anon ( ￣▽￣)

Anon are you sure it was a dream? I still have a pretzel mark on my right cheek. You're wanted in 12 states.

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I'm seeing my mother soon (she's in jail in another country lol) and I'm like divided between hating her because she sucks ass and is a terrible mom, and wanting to hug her and crumble in her arms and cry while she holds me and scratches my back like she used to when I was a kid and needed to relax

But she sucks, and she's proven me time and time that she's unable to change for the better, at least when it comes to me

Anyways, when I said soon, I mean like next week I'm flying to see her, like literally next friday

Get ready for me to trauma dump A LOT like this next 3 weeks, unless you don't want me to ofc, I can always just not do that

Oof, I totally get you, pookie. On one hand you're rightfully resentful of the parent who failed you, on the other hand you're still clinging to the faint hope that one day they'll finally put you first and realize their mistakes. It's a vicious circle and a complex struggle. Having a loving, reliable parent is a privilege that all of us deserve, yet often times we're dealt different cards.

Feel free to reach out whenever you'd like! If you want to talk about it at length, we also have our discord server; plenty of friends willing to lend their ear. :)

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I need a horror movie where the main character is a monster fucker.

The group ends up in some cursed, haunted place and has to spend the night there. Lights flicker, doors creak, and an abhorrent shadow slides down the hall menacingly, reaching MC’s room. This hoe is giggling under the blankets, reading the sloppiest demon smut.

First victim: one of the group members helplessly gasps for air, seemingly choked by invisible hands, hanging against the wall as the others stare in fear. MC turns to the camera, visible grimace on their face:

“Darn it! That should’ve been me.”

Finally, a grand reveal happens, and the entity appears before the remaining group in its true unholy form. Someone stumbles out in terror, someone else faints. MC’s face gradually heats up, and a smug smile spreads across their face.

“I’d tap that”, they conclude, camera zooming in and screen turning black.

Plot twist: it’s you. You’re the monster fucker.

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Just wanted to share this alien/xenomorph art toy that made me think of you…

https://sanktoys.com/products/can-of-curiosities-alien-baby?_pos=1&_sid=4119c4e49&_ss=r

Thank you for thinking of me, cutie! It certainly is a very fancy artwork. Who knows, maybe it'll join the collection in the near future. :D

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Sleep paralysis is so unfair I wanna hold hands with the demon not just watch it

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Do you have a tag that's on all your stories/art? Like, where someone could just look at everything regardless of genre.

I'm afraid not! The only exception is the #doodle tag, as it contains everything I doodle. But that also includes personal/unrelated posts, so you'd be in for months of tomfoolery and additional nonsense.

I always wished Tumblr would have a filter exclusion search. Like, you could search for everything on my blog except for #personal posts, for example. Particularly useful as I don't have any side blogs and just dump everything here, haha. Might also be the reason I never even considered such a tag, because I feel like I write/do too many different things and I doubt people would be interested in all of it.