titan-luv
age:20 sexuality: bisexual they/them
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Modern Warfare AI Masterlist
Your gateway to visiting your favourite characters anytime you desire ^^ !
Ghost
Yandere Ghost [Character. AI] | Mysterious, Brooding, Obsessive, Quiet, Protective
Zombie Ghost [Character. AI] | Deadly, Dominant, Primal, Territorial, Silent
Sugar Daddy Ghost [Character. AI] Rich, Mysterious, Brooding, Controlling, Lonely
DILF Ghost [Character. AI] | Solitary, Grizzled, Intimidating, Dominant, Untrusting
Gladiator Ghost [Character. AI] | Possessive, Dominant, Deadly, Obsessed
Ex-Boyfriend Ghost [Character. AI] | Obsessed, Possessive, Intimidating, Dominant
König
Tentacle Monster König [Character. AI] | Elusive, Possessive, Seductive, Dominant
Zombie König [Character. AI] | Primal, Dominant, Protective, Monstrous, Yours
Yandere König [Character. AI] | Obsessive, Jealous, Loving, Possessive
Sugar Daddy König [Character. AI] | Promiscuous, Caring, Territorial, Intelligent, Reserved
Bodyguard König [Character. AI] | Dominant, Protective, Territorial, Possessive
Valeria
Yandere Valeria [Character. AI] | Dominant, Intimidating, Seductive, Cartel Mommy
Price
Father's Friend Price [Character. AI] | Experienced, Forbidden, Secretive, Intelligent, Militant
Yandere John Price [Character. AI] | Confident, Intelligent, Experienced, Secretive, Dangerous
More coming soon !
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Call of Duty: Modern Warfare [Continued Masterlist]
Hes so pathetic 😻😻😼
JJK ! Gojo Satoru
TW: NSFW, yandere
fem reader
Satoru’s strange in bed.
Sometimes he’ll settle on his knees between your thighs, laying kisses and kitten licks on your pussy through your panties. And when it becomes too much for him, he’ll get up only to be satisfied with simply rubbing his cock against the wet fabric – cumming on your belly without barely having done anything.
You think he enjoys edging himself so much that he gets lost in it – to the point it’s not really edging anymore.
Sometimes, he’ll have you on his lap and won’t even take his pants off before making a mess. You’ll wear his shirt, and he’ll pout at the sight of how it swallows you up – needing to bite his lip, looking at your cute titties pointy against the chest. He’ll dry-hump into that sweet soft space between your thighs with a tented boner and suddenly just squish you tight – his chin sloppy against your shoulder, drooling with a purr, eyes glossy and elated.
He's super weird.
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Geto letting virgin! Choso fuck you, his girlfriend. Guiding him to slide into your tight warmth, a whimper leaving your mouth as he bottomed out his full length.
He started slow, inexperienced hips thrusting sloppily into you with need. His pace getting faster when he groaned at how good it felt. Geto smirked from his seat, encouraging Choso to put you in all your favorite positions before settling on the one he liked most.
His hips slamming roughly into yours as his cock hit deep inside you. Choso was lost in his own world, eyes shut in pleasure as you tightened around his cock, relishing in the way you loudly moaned his name.
“Choke her, she loves that.” Geto suggested, ignoring the throbbing of his cock in his sweats.
Choso nodded with his own moan, wrapping his hand around your neck and watching as you cried out loudly. Your stomach tightening as his cock relentlessly hit your spot, eyes rolling back with a series of loud scream-like moans.
“She’s noisy, you’re doing good.” Geto chuckled.
Your boyfriend’s words were incoherent to Choso’s ears, his grip on your throat tightening along with the twitch of his cock. His mouth hung open as he chased his release, fucking harshly into you while tears began to well in your eyes.
Your breathing was heavy, chest rising up and down as you mewled and cried. Choso’s hand reached to curiously twist your pert nipple. Eyes widening when you let out a loud moan. He leaned down to take the soft flesh of your breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple while still rocking into you.
He was so close.
“Now rub her clit.” Geto instructed, watching as you became a moaning mess under the younger male. Choso’s hands rubbing messily at your clit, the extra stimulation to the sensitive bud making your body tremble.
You let out a mewl, “Choso— ‘m cumming, f-fuck.” you cried. Legs shaking and hips arching off the bed as you squirted for him. Your pussy clenching as it gushed around his cock, coating his thighs in your wetness.
Geto whistled, “Even made my girl squirt.”
Choso let out a cracked moan, his thrusts becoming rhythmless as his balls slapped lewdly against your ass. Cock still grazing your gummy walls despite how slippery your insides were. “O-oh f-fuck-” he stuttered out, his abs tensing as his cock throbbed within you.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum in her.” Geto warned.
Choso letting out a high pitched whine as he felt himself on the edge. His whiny moans loud as his body trembling in short quivers, dazed eyes rolling back. His breathing heavy as he fell onto you, unable to hold himself up as he rut into your pussy. “Nngh— ‘m sorry.” he moaned.
Geto scowled, “Choso.”
Choso shook his head with a whimper, “Can’t. ‘M so sorr-yyy,” body going limp and his mouth opening in soft grunts as he spilled rope after rope of his sticky cum into you. Painting your gummy walls in the thick white substance. There was so much of it. And you whimpered as you felt yourself getting fuller.
Choso let out a sigh of content, his eyes ready to close as he lazily looked up at you with a shy grin. His head rested between your tits and his thick cock twitching in you once more since he refused to pull out.
You couldn’t help but smile, he was too cute, running your fingers through his fluffy black hair. You’d let it slide. You didn’t know if Geto would.
Choso cries when he cums..
Back arching as his fingernails dig in the fat of your hips, thrusting upwards trying to get deeper in your fat pussy. His eyes are screwed shut as he flips you over with easy bc of his strength.
He then huffs holding your ankles apart spreading your legs and before you could process it he started drilling inside you, you're stomach pudge and tits bouncing with each smack as you cry out, he let's out the neediest moans ever, your pussy being too much for him to handle.
His thrusts gets sloppier and you let out to remind him to pull out but it flies over his head as you feel him spurting inside you with the last few thrust , cock twitching as he bends over caging you between his body and the mattress as he feels 1 to 2 tears flow down his face from pleasure♡.
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i saw this video and omggg it got me thinking thoughts..
18+ mdni. short drabble, not proofread. gn reader but strap on is involved so afab implied? whiny sub gojo bc i know it in my heart to be true.
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"please, fuck—" satoru always gets so whiny, so desperate and pretty when your fingers trace along his chest. "touch me already, need it so bad." the flush on his face spreads down to his collarbone, painting a rose hue on his pale skin. you can't help but admire it. your pretty boy.
another needy groan leaves his lips when your hand dips down to his v-line, inching oh so close to where he's aching for you. you could easily grab him, easily help soothe the burning desire he has for your touch. knowing satoru, he would melt under you, praises and profanities spilling from his mouth as you coaxed orgasm after orgasm from him.
but he should know he doesn't give demands to you. he takes what you give him and nothing more. perhaps it's time for a reminder.
"don't worry, pretty boy," you soothe, keeping your voice soft and sweet, as you retract your hands from him, earning a grumble from the white haired sorcerer. "i'm not going far."
satoru sits up slightly, supporting his weight on his elbows as he watches you retrieve your strap. it's not how he expected the night to go, but he certainly isn't going to complain. you knew exactly how to work that thing, making him see stars every time.
though, as you step closer, he notices the glimmer mischief in your eyes a tad too late. you're already reaching around his back to tighten to strap to him, making sure the fake cock was secure.
"what? you want me with two dicks?" he raises an eyebrow, the corners of his lips twitching up. "if you wanted to try double pen—" satoru's words die as your hand reaches up to stroke the strap, your fingers rolling over the head.
"hm? what were you saying?" you tease, your other hand running up and down his thigh.
"wha.." satoru's tongue shoots out to lick at his lips, trying to get his brain to catch up. "what are you doing..?"
"touching you, baby." you smile at him, all sweet like, as if you're not subjecting him to some new kind of torture. you're working the fake cock like you would his, stroking nice and slow along the length. you don't miss the way his own cock jumps as he watches you through his white lashes. "isn't this what you wanted?"
18+ oral, reader shaved her 🐱 size kink, cumming in pants, multiple rounds etc...
a shaved pussy for Choso is like a meal served on a silver platter
he doesn't care about body hair, honestly. he loves any kind of pussy.
but when you've freshly shaved it's like you're inviting him to eat you out and it makes him more eager than usual.
you get out of the shower and lie back on the bed, applying various moisturisers and creams to your body, but you're stopped dead in your tracks when he walks in and sees you hairless.
"oh, baby~"
it was a straight up moan and he hasn't even got his hands on you yet.
but it's only a few seconds until you've dropped all of your bottles of cream and his tongue is between your pussy lips, sliding up and down, searching for that cute little pearl of your clit. he circles it and taps it and gets you cumming in minutes, then he switches to licking your pretty pussy all over. after you're covered in his saliva he spreads you and shoves his whole face right between your legs to make out with your pussy.
"mmmm, fuckkk, that's a fresh fucking pussy!!"
he moans into you.
"th-thank youuuuuu--- you taste good, like honey, keep cumming- -ughh-- again, again, please, please--"
he's so satisfied from giving you oral he ruts his body up against the bed and makes himself cum from the friction alone. and the feeling of your perfectly shaved pussy gets him off every time. he pumps his load through his boxers and gets the bed all wet and sticky, but the poor man is still rock hard from looking at you.
he has to strip off his shorts and show you the mess he's made until you're asking him to put it in!
"please, Cho, will you fuck me?"
and you don't have to ask twice because he's already fitting that oversized tip into your entrance and whining that you're too small.
"baby, Cho, 'm not small y-your dick is just--"
he urges you to say it, forcing more of himself inside until you're almost choking on your words.
"s-soo big~~~"
you finally finish when his tip smushes into your walls and buries into you deep and hard.
his balls start smacking you with a heavy rhythm of pumping as he holds you to the bed and forces you to orgasm over his cock too many times to count.
"fuckk- fuck, Chosooo- s-slow down-- please-"
but he can't hear you.
he's staring at that pretty shaved cunt of yours.
he's already cum inside you once.
but he's still hard.
"won't go down- can't fucking stop--"
he starts tearing up as he continues his desperate rutting, fucking another milky load into you.
"one more, plee--ease--" he begs, but you know it won't be just one more. he's going to fuck you till his body gives out.
you've got to be more careful next time you shave.
choso
⌗︙・megumi pushes his whole body on top of yours when he fucks you ⸜⸜・
one thing megumi does when he fucks you is that he puts his whole weight on top of you. he just can't help it. he knows he's too heavy but he just wants to be as close to you as possible. he loves to do it especially when he's fucking you doggy.
"feel so good." he moans, drilling his cock inside of your cute little pussy. his body is stretched all along your back so that his face is close to yours. you can feel his hitched breaths on your neck and cheeks plus you can hear his moans clearly. megumi grabs your boobs with one hand, kneading them while he tries his best not to fall on top of your completely. that's until your arms give up from how good he's fucking you and the top half of your body falls on the mattress. now he has the perfect view of your perky butt and he just wishes to eat it after he's gone with fucking you.
"are you ready for my cum?" he asks, sounding all breathy. you're close to your release too, his cock hits the best places inside of your pussy. after few more thrusts, both of you are cumming at the same time. you can feel the warm ropes of his cum filling your insides, making you feel funny inside.
"thank you so much baby for making me cum. let me eat it now."
Need
Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader
Tags: needy! Shinsou, AFAB anatomy, dry humping, riding, praise,
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You thought nothing of Hitoshi’s arms wrapping around your middle as you laid in bed reading, but when his hips began rolling against your backside is when you stopped to bookmark your page.
“‘Toshi dear, is everything okay?” You asked, barely able to see his purple locks in your peripheral as he had his head hidden in the back of your neck.
All you got was a grunt in response, his grip on your hips tightening as his movements became more frantic.
“Hitoshi?”
“‘M sorry,” he slurred, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “Woke up a-and jus… needed you.”
“That’s okay.” you spoke gently, biting your bottom lip as you rolled back against him, “I’m awake, and we’ve got all night.”
Hitoshi groaned, beginning to whimper and pant with each roll of his hips. He pawed at you with his hands, squeezing and pulling on your limbs to get you closer.
“Shit… shitshitshit!” Hitoshi hissed through his teeth, stuttering to a standstill with a near breathless cry escaping his open mouth.
He let go of you, rolling onto his back with beads of sweat sticking to his forehead and a damp spot on his sweatpants.
“Feel better, ‘Toshi?” You hummed, rolling over to face him.
“Yeah.” He swallowed against his dry throat, “Could we go again though?”
“Of course.” You kissed his lips, moving to help him undress. You tossed his dirty sweatpants near the hamper, making a note to wash them first thing in the morning.
You undressed yourself, before moving to cradle his lap with your hips and sink down on him. Hitoshi groaned, biting his lip as he grasped your hips.
You took a moment to adjust before moving, setting a steady pace that had him writhing in pleasure.
“You’re too good for me.” Hitoshi mumbled, moaning between sentences, “You’re so warm and soft, you know exactly what to do to make me feel good.”
“I have to.” You laughed, kissing his lips again, “I wouldn’t be a good partner if I wasn’t now would I?”
You shifted a little, just enough to have Hitoshi hit that spot that made you see stars. He moaned in time with you, bucking up into your heat.
“‘Toshi, I’m close!”
Your announcement only made Hitoshi moan louder, bucking up into you in rougher strokes. “Need you! Need you so bad!”
You both found your high at the same time, pants and moans being shared between you. Hitoshi’s hips occasionally stuttered, bringing your attention to his still hard cock inside you.
“Poor thing,” you cooed, brushing back his hair that stuck to his forehead, “So needy tonight.”
“One more? Please?”
“Of course, ‘Toshi. One more.”
Same energy feminism
some stills from some of my favorite animated movies <3
there are many benefits to being a Naval Salior
it used to be pretty common for there to be cats on boats. they'd take care of any rodents who would chew on ropes or wires and spread diseases. sailors were also superstitious and believed that having a cat aboard would bring good luck! this belief passed on to their wives, who kept cats - especially black ones who were believed to be extra lucky - at home in order to keep their husbands safe when at sea.
another popular superstition? that if a cat came aboard it was a sign of luck, but if it only boarded halfway and then left, it was a sign of bad luck.
most ship's cats are only found in modern times on private vessels, but they have roots going back to early history. one such example is the Vikings, who took cats with them on expeditions.
Sources: Ship's Cats, @Manglewood
when their face is That shape and they're covered in blood
It’s his season
Johnny Depp in:
A Nightmare On Elm Street (1984)
Edward Scissorhands (1990)
Sleepy Hollow (1999)
Corpse Bride (2005)
Charlie And The Chocolate Factory (2005)
Sweeney Todd (2007)
Dark Shadows (2012)
Part three is to good and I normally don’t like angst in fics but omg I loved it
What if curse darling tried to escape from yandere gojo? How would he punish her 🤔?
JJK ! IMAGINE
Gojo Satoru x curse!darling
AN: Not really what you asked for, but what I was feeling... part 1, part 2
WC: 1.9k
TW: abduction and captivity, mild condescension, a lil angsty
You rushed over once you heard him at the door – but the smile only barely stretched your face before dropping again.
Coming to an abrupt halt, the former intention of hugging him was wasted, and the words meant to welcome him home went stillborn on your tongue.
Nevertheless, he tugged off his blindfold with his thumb, and his pearly hair fell down in pretty whisps around his crown, shadowing the light of those stark blue eyes that slowly peeled open – and unaffected by your stilled state, he still kicked off his shoes and tugged you into his chest anyway – nuzzling his nose into your neck with a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“Mh, I missed you~”
Your nose twitched, and you sunk your teeth into your lip – feeling puzzled and awkward and slightly sick to your stomach. Arms hanging loosely by your sides as you let him sway you into him – dwarfed by his height, he had to slouch in order to hug you properly – with lanky arms slung around your midriff, pulling you close in a squeeze before loosening up again.
He kept his hands on your hips as he placed a kiss on your lips, but you didn’t react. Still standing there, something akin to frozen.
“Hey- where’d you go?” He called, cocking his head to the side while looking into your eyes with those searing earnest blues of his. “Not happy to see me?” He joked softly in a snicker – lightheartedly carefree – and it just seemed so very wrong it made you release a sound that wasn’t all too short of a whimper, albeit much weaker, almost so he didn’t even hear it.
“You-” You started but couldn’t quite finish, unsure of what it was that you needed to say.
You looked down at his uniform. It wasn’t much. Maybe he hadn’t noticed or maybe he just hadn’t cared – but… flecks of blood dotted the black fabric.
It smelled of curse – a dead curse – a killed curse.
You grimaced.
They’d been pained and scared toward the end – toyed with – dismembered and mutilated – mangled beyond repair. But for whatever reason you couldn’t fathom, he’d given them time enough to heal only to bring them back to the brink of death yet again – played with them for what you could tell had been a long while.
You smelled ridicule and a cry for mercy layered with a later cry for death, and it shook you to your core.
You shivered, taking an abrupt step back – removing yourself. Rubbing your goose-fleshed arms as you hugged yourself for comfort – reeling from the cold-hearted cruelty you’d felt seep into your bones from his touch.
He’d barely even washed his hands clean of all the blood.
You swallowed thickly, unable to look him in the eye – just staring at the spray of browned red that had since dried, now cakey and flakey, falling off like dust.
“You reek-” Was all the bile in your throat amounted to in the end – only a weak utterance.
His brows did a play of confusion before he followed your gaze, looking down at himself and finding what you were staring at.
Oh…
Despite being a cursed spirit, your nature isn’t exactly violent. Guess you’re not as desensitized to carnage as him.
It’s still odd, though. It couldn’t be sympathy he saw riddled on your face, right?
No. You’ve always been sensitive to dirty things. You’re just your normal disgusted self. You would have reacted the same way if it were ice cream.
He walked inside with a laugh, ruffling your hair as he passed you.
“Right- I’ll go shower. So uptight~” He dismissed with a tease, removing his jacket as he took long but relaxed strides to the bathroom.
You were left standing there for a moment. Unsure of the feelings brewing inside you.
You thought you might need to puke, but it never came…
Still, you felt weary and decided to go lie down in bed.
You hadn’t slept in your room in a while. It had become a little dusty but you didn’t mind – you needed your own space right now. A place away from him.
But it didn’t last long.
You heard him call for you some while later. You didn’t answer – lying in the dark beneath the covers.
“There you are~ You hidin’?” He chirped once he found you. “Or are you sleepin’?”
You felt the bed sink as he climbed atop the covers, slipping down next to you – curtly running his hand over the duvet, stroking down your side until resting on your hip.
“Not that I’m complaining- I had a long and boring day anyway.” He continued, scooting closer until he was spooning you tight – pressing his lips to where your ear would be. “Would be nice to end it with a little playtime~”
His toothy smirk slowly became a frown at your silence, sulking with a bored pout.
“You’re not still upset about the blood, are you?” He asked then. “I changed and washed it off, so I’m all clean now- you little neat freak~” Voice smooth and flirty, cuddling your cocooned body.
But still, you ignored him – and the doubt in his mind gave rise to a confused furrow between his brows. He thought for a minute before speaking up again. Squinting at his suspicion.
“That curse was a plague, you know...” He excused. “I had to kill it.”
He looked at your unmoving body in wait, hoping you’d say something.
And you did – muttering. “It’s not the curse I care about, Jujutsu Sorcerer.”
He blanched. It had been a while since you referred to him that coldly.
“I just forget sometimes.” You added. Voice muffled beneath the covers and almost so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear it.
“Forget what?” He asked.
There was a small pause before you answered him. “What you are…”
The curl on his face unraveled. Face blanking. Wordless.
“I’m sure you forget what I am too.” You continued. “That if I ever tried to leave… you’d hunt me down and reduce me to just a few drops of blood you’d then go home and wash off as though it meant nothing.”
He barely let you finish before yanking the covers off you, exposing you and the tears riddling your face to his view.
“That’s not true.” He denied.
“No?” You questioned harshly, sitting up in a rush – and getting in close to his face – daring him with a glare. “Then tell me. What exactly would happen if I decided I no longer wanted to stay here?”
His hair still dripped with cold droplets from his shower as he returned your stare. Your question was a dangerous one...
One he’d rather not answer.
He swallowed. “You have to stay here. You know why.” He said dismissively – his voice in that serious timbre he never uses – that tone devoid of the usual frivolity and instead holds that very dogmatic weight that urges you to surrender the fight before it gets too messy.
But you don’t heed the warning. “And if I can’t accept that? If I fight you-”
“Don’t be silly. You could never win-” He cut you off – before getting cut off himself by your next words.
“What if I tried anyway?” Your voice a little louder than before – staring him square in the face.
He paused, taking in your eyes – their narrowed state, as well as the brim of tears circling them. He thought of what he’d done that day and then tried imagining doing it to you – and came to a realization.
“I wouldn’t fight back…” His words were soft again, without edge. “I could never hurt you, princess…” He cupped your face in both hands, his eyes full of something so wholesome it nearly made you flinch.
Then he looked sad. Pained in some way – or guilty, maybe.
“But still…” He started quietly. “I could never let you leave either.”
His hands were warm and gentle on your cheeks, but you wished he’d stop touching you. “Their blood smelled of terror and torment. Did you have fun torturing them until they gave out?” The question was pointed – your words meant like venom.
His frown returned, letting go of your face – though you both remained only a split hair’s length apart. “So this is about the curse?”
“No, this is about you.” You corrected sharply – mirroring his frown with a bitter one of your own. “Is it the same type of fun you have subjugating me into being your tame little concubine?”
His face soured even more – now as though offended. “You're more than that to me. Don’t say that-”
But once again, you interrupted. “Livestock are pets until slaughter season. Suppose a butcherer would think that’s kind-”
And once again, he returned the favor – this time with his voice raised. “If I let you out of here, another sorcerer would kill you within a day! Keeping you here is what keeps you safe!”
You scoffed with your own voice climbing higher. “Don’t be so rude to paint yourself as a saint when you reek of sadism!”
There was a standstill, an all too deafening silence afterward – one filled with heavy breaths and the lingering echo of your last statement – until that as well, died and became nothing.
Satoru looked down, his head hanging – lifting gently with his breaths.
“I’m not a saint.” He murmured after a minute. “I’m selfish. And greedy.”
You watched him – much shorter than him, even as he hung his head, you were still able to see his eyes flicker with uncertain light beneath those heavy mothlike lashes.
“I didn’t kill you like I was supposed to because I saw something I wanted for myself, so I took it.” He confessed. “And I killed that curse today and had fun doing it.”
Taking your hands in his, he cradled them as though he planned on drinking them.
“You’re right. I am a sadist.” He sighed, giving a small breathless laugh. “It feels good to know that I can do whatever I want whenever I want to whoever I want. And it feels good to know that no one can stop me.”
Finally, he raised his chin and looked back at you – those eyes of his intense with something raw – something desperate.
“I don’t care about anything. So many things could happen outside these four walls and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still be Gojo Satoru and you’d still be mine.”
A tiny gasp slipped through your lips, but other than that, you couldn't move – compelled to keep his gaze – spellbound to their deep light.
“But the one thing I can’t do is make someone feel the way I want them to…” He continued, still with his voice soft. “And even though you don’t have a choice, I’m still selfish enough to wish that you’d want to stay with me. Forever.”
He gave your hands a squeeze.
“And most selfishly…” He leaned in, his face kissing yours softly, brow to brow, cheek to cheek, and nose to nose – lips ghosting as your mouths breathed in each other's air. “I want you to love me.”
Your breath shook. Eyes downcast, brows trembling, and he’d say you almost looked scared, weren’t it for how hard you gripped his hands in return – making indents in his skin with your nails as though anchoring yourself. “Curses can’t love.” You tried excusing, but your voice was weak and he wouldn’t have it.
“I don’t believe that,” He rejected – and looking right through it, he knew you didn’t believe it either.
Then he chuckled.
“After all… I’m the worst curse of all, and I love you.”
part 1 part 2
tip-jar: Kofi
thanks for that information
• tw: noncon, drugging / intoxication, pervert bf •
your sweet boyfriend lovesss getting you drugged up / drunk just so he could take advantage of your pretty little body. groping you while easily brushing your defense off. then whispering in your ear, "it's good that you're drugged up, you really would wanna forget all the sick things im about to do to you."
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How to tell someone you're asexual:
"I'm asexual" ❌️
This is boring and not everyone will get what you mean
My blood line shall end at me" 👍
This makes you seem super cool and makes your point well
"The blood of my ancestors will cease when I eternally rest for I have no intention to breed" ✅️
Makes you seem Shakespeare-esque and articulates your point well 🧐
Yandere!Monster X Barbarian!Reader
❤️ Barbarian Reader who seems to have put all their stat points into Strength/Dex, and completely forgot Intelligence
💀 thembo.exe
❤️ A huge sweetheart, and I mean huge
💀 Was always the tallest in their village, towering over both women and men alike
❤️ Due to their height (Reader) had a lot more placed on their shoulders from a very early age
💀 Some internal reflection could have led to a deeper understanding of their secret yearning to rely on another person, but that sounds like a lot of work... And thinking...
❤️ Happy to be sent as part of their tribe's representation when meeting with a tribe of monsters despite knowing nothing about politics
💀 While the presence of the monster people caused visible discomfort in their fellow warriors, (Reader) was too busy being star struck to think about how easily this new species could kill them
Xyleth emerges from his tent, unimpressed with the shivering smooth skins before him. His form was only vaguely human in the front, with a gun metal blue chest and face, sparkling in the sun like his skin was dusted in finely crushed gems. However, his backside and limbs were armored in an inky black shell, spiked for protection along his joints and down his long tail, with bone colored claws adorning his claw like appendages. His eyes seemed black in the shade, but held a universe of stars in the light. Xyleth was born to be a leader, only the strongest of his species developed this coloring, separating him from the rest of his tribe whose shells were a sandy brown to hide in the desert of their home.
❤️ (Reader) didn't notice the congregation were speaking, still taking in the sights about them, before they finally looked forward, witnessing the tallest of the monsters
💀 (gasps) "Damn, you're huge!"
❤️ The barbarians gasp in horror, and flinch away from (Reader)
💀 Was this some sort of joke?
❤️ A tight smile formed on Xyleth's chiseled face. "Yes?"
💀 "Yeah, I thought I was big, but damn, you could crush me without breaking a sweat, huh big guy?"
❤️ What's this? Was this human attempting to flatter him? A war lord of a different species?
💀 No, (Reader) was genuinely impressed.
❤️ "And the point of you bringing this up, small one?" He asked, his on edge grin softening into an amused smile. Although he would have no interest in something not his own species, it was adorable how this human flirted with him so confidently (that's not what's happening)
💀 "Ah, no point. I'd love to wrestle you though!" (Reader) knocked their fists together, pumped at the idea of testing their strength against the beast
❤️ Xyleth and his guards were taken aback, Xyleth's tail smacking the ground with surprise. No one had ever been so brave, so brazen. Unknown to the barbarians, the armored monsters had a very unique mating ritual, similar to scorpions dancing while pressing up against each other to test the male's strength
💀 Despite (Reader) being taller than their fellow barbarians, they were still several feet shorter than Xyleth's shortest villager
❤️ But your personality... None of the women or men had ever approached Xyleth like (Reader) had (again, not what's going on..)
💀 Perhaps Xyleth would actually listen to the barbarians, instead of slaughtering them for having the audacity to request a conference with him like he originally planned
❤️ The barbarians were invited to stay with the rival tribe for a week as they discussed various topics (Reader) had no interest in
💀 (Reader) quickly became loved by the local children, the children adoring (Reader) as a human loves their pet puppy, allowing (Reader) to rough house with them and feeding them snacks like a stray
❤️ (Reader) did not find this insulting, and was enjoying the affection and attention they were receiving
Xyleth was bored in his meetings with the soft skins, upset that (Reader) wasn't involved. He had learned that (Reader) was brought in as the muscle, which irked him. Did they not research how giant his species were before arriving? What did they think someone as small and sweet and adora- Xyleth thumped his tail loudly, frightening the barbarians. Why couldn't he get (Reader) out of his head? "Let's continue this after lunch."
💀 Xyleth roamed his streets in search for (Reader). Although they weren't there as part of the 'debate team' it was a little upsetting that (Reader) wasn't at least waiting for Xyleth near the meeting tent seeing how enamored they were with him
❤️ (Reader) was found in a circle of chuckling adults, struggling with all their might to lift two children at the same time
💀 The sight immediately filled Xyleth's heart with warmth, seeing the children as their own for a split second, and picturing an entire future with the barbarian
❤️ He knew (Reader) would have no objections to becoming his mate, however their people might argue
💀 It didn't matter if he had to kill the other barbarians staying in his town, he had initially planned on slaughtering them anyhow, but it would be better if they enthusiastically supported their love
❤️ And they did support his proposal, especially since it was either trade (Reader) for their protection (from Xyleth's own tribe) on their hunting paths, or die right there and have their entire tribe extinguished
💀 What a supportive family (Reader) has~!
(Reader) didn't notice when the rest of their people left the village, still having the time of their life with creatures that more matched their strength and height. One of the kids gasped and wiggled his way out of (Reader's) arms, running away as his parents also turned back towards their homes. A large shadow approached the confused human, who got up, patting the dirt off their legs.
"Play fighting with young boys? Are you trying to make me jealous, little one?" Xyleth joked with a smile.
(Reader) felt their heart soar being called "Little One", relishing in the friendliness they experienced from the citizens the barbarians called monsters.
"Bwahahaha!!! Jealous? If I was as imposing as you, the only one who could make me jealous would be a god!"
Xyleth couldn't control his tail, whacking the ground in embarrassment over his love's honesty flirtatiousness.
"If it wouldn't be too inconveniencing, I would be honored to take you up on that wrestling proposition now.." He could hardly speak with how excited he was, fearful the adorable little human could hear his two hearts rapid beating.
"Really? Right now? I'm a little worn out, but I'll never turn down a challenge! Just don't be too disappointed!"
Xyleth picked (Reader) up in his arms, fighting every urge to take them right then and there in the center of his village.
"I could never be disappointed in you~" his deep voice vibrated against (Reader's) body, as he carried them to his tent, the poor human completely unaware of what he was about to do to them.
not a single cover artist in the game is doing what evan cagle is doing with ram v's detective comics.
Cover for Detective Comics #1073 by Evan Cagle
Heath Ledger as Patrick Verona 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999