I Feel Like I've Sent So Many Requests- Lmk If It's Too Many Or Anything, I Swear I'll Stop

I feel like I've sent so many requests- lmk if it's too many or anything, I swear I'll stop

But until then, I have yet another!

How about a time traveller yandere who's darling is from a totally different period of time. Ex: Victorian era, prehistoric times, etc. Choose which ever you want!

-💌

Timeless Devotion

pairing: Yandere time traveller x Victorian era reader TW: yanderes, violence against others, notes : feelings were annihilated so bad i came out of my hiatus to write LOL

reblogs and comments are appreciated

♡ Yandere time traveller who expected nothing interesting when he decided to go to some obnoxious noble's ball, he wasn't this rich back in his time period, why not enough it now?

♡ Yandere time traveller who initially went out to the balcony to get some peace and quiet from the chattering crowd only to find you bent over the railing solemnly staring out to the garden.

♡ Yandere time traveller who immediately recognised you as the noble's child the moment you turned around to greet him. He who spent the next few hours of the ball getting to know you, hearing you lament of the fact your father married you off to a stranger.

♡ Yandere time traveller who started devising a plan to bring you back to his timeline the moment he saw tears falling down your face, he'd make sure everyone who played a part in forcing you to get married would be dealt with, of course, he doesn't waste the opportunity to let you sob into his chest.

♡ Yandere time traveller who begs you to run away with him, promising he'll take care of you to his best abilities, who promises that you'll never have to lift a finger if you wish so.

♡ Yandere time traveller who wastes no time in bring you back to his time, who's eternally grateful his parents decided to buy an old victorian house before they bailed on him

♡ Yandere time traveller who slowly introduces you to technology, who hands you a phone with only his number, who makes sure to hide the app store in case you decide to explore the contents of the phone.

♡ Yandere time traveller who knows damn well you hate the clothes in his time but buying victorian era clothing is just waay out of his budget so instead he take his time sewing clothes to your life, getting to place is hands all over you is a plus point.

♡ Yandere time traveller who always holds your waist when you go out to town, he's aware your dressing style makes you stand out but god forbid anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll get rid of them and keep you in the house for a while under the guise of it being too dangerous outside.

♡ Yandere time traveller who knows you spent your entire life being served so when he comes home to a burnt meal, hE doesn't complain, he eats it, praising you, asking you if you want to be taught more recipes.

♡ Yandere time traveller who panic when you uncover an old newspaper clipping of an unsolved murder of a noble house, snatching it out of your hand, telling you that even newspapers print lies these days.

LIfE Project Yantober Event Teaser , FIC , NSFW, junkie reader

Spouse Reader: I... killed him! Dear, what should I do?!

Yan! Lawyer: first thing first, let's bathe you. You are a bloody mess... *wipes blood stain with handkerchief*

Spouse Reader: but dear, I just killed someone! Their body... *bites fingernail* their body...

Yan! Lawyer: ah, don't worry a thing about the dead body. They have taken care of it.

Spouse Reader: they? They who? How did they know? Dear?

Yan! Lawyer: *smiles* don't worry dear, I will never ever let you step into the court as a defendant. Oh well, I'll just ask them to send me a scapegoat again...

Spouse Reader: again? Yulian, I'm confused! Who are they? And what, what, I- I should turn myself in!

Yan! Lawyer: nonsense... my dear should never be accused of doing something right. Now, *guides reader* let's wash this lowlife's blood off from you first.

Spouse Reader: *saw something by the corner of your eyes* ... are those thugs...?

Yan! Lawyer: nuh-uh, pay them no mind.

Those were the members of a renowned mafia group, dumping the body into a huge plastic bag.

Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)

It’s officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.

[First part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut

Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).

First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.

Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.

The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.

It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.

In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. “You might want to give it a stir in a moment, or it’ll overflow”, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’re at your limit.

One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.

So I read that lemurs scoop their competitor's sperm out of females with their tongues. I don't actually know if that's true but...

JUST IMAGINE.

You're found by a troop of these half lemur half human creatures in the forest. Basically a human but with lemur traits, striped tails, huge eyes, furry ears, little snouts and long prehensile tongues, the whole shabang.

It's not long before one or two of them are rubbing up on you, rubbing their scent glands on you which, unbeknownst to you, works as a pretty strong aphrodisiac to humans.

They struggle your back pack and clothes off, leaving you just as naked as they are. You might have been more concerned about that if it wasn't for one of them shoving his strange tongue down your throat and rubbing the scent glands on his wrists all over your naked skin. The pheromones have made you putty in their hands. Two kneel on the ground in front of you and lick up your thighs, feverishly lapping at your wet pussy.

After a bit of a scirmish one of them finally mounts and fucks you, much to the others displeasure. It's fast and needy, his arms holding you around the waist to hit those good spots inside you. As you look up at the trees you notice there are many more in this troop than you realised, watching you from the high branches.

The one fucking you finally cums deep inside you. He licks and nibbles at your tits until another one gets impatient and pushes him off starting a fight between them. A sneaky third one takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue into your pussy and scoop out the first's cum, repeatedly dragging his rough tongue along your walls.

Imagine this process just repeating over and over again, they almost make a game of it. One cums inside another scoops it out again and again and you can do little but lay there and moan on the forest floor, absolutely cock drunk.

Your the troops new play thing or maybe you'll join the troop if one of their many loads takes.

[Murder Clown Gang at the carnival-

Pink: Everyone remember our little arrangement? Whoever has won the most prizes gets to go on the tunnel of love first with dear Mimey. So far, I have eight

Blue: I have two... [sniffles] A little girl gave me one of hers when I started crying....

Purple: Mimey and I actually enjoyed the carnival together while y'all were off hunting so I didn't have any time to collect any myself.. Bummer - you guys wanna the pics we took in the hall of mirrors?

Orange: Pfft- Amateurs. I got twelve. I'd like to see Green and Red beat that-

[THUD]

[Red and Green arrive at the meet up spot - Red carrying a large garbage bag and Green holding on to a small mountain of stuffed animals, several more taped to their chest and legs]

Orange: Wha- Fucking how?!

Red: Strategy....and pointing out how rigged this games are helps...

Green: Hehe.... Just look at these little guys...I couldn't just leave them up there on those hooks. Mimey, pick your favorite-

Pink: Hm...Seems like you both have won a hefty number....The tunnel of love is only two to a seat, though....

Mime Darling: ......! [Points at a ride across the way that'll seat them all] :)?

Pink: It certainly isn't the most romantic attraction, but if we are all together I suppose that's good enough-

[The murder clown gang all head over to the haunted house ride - dragging a sobbing Blue along with them]

Blue: Do it for mimey, do it for mimey-.... [cries harder as fake spider web brushes their shoulder]

Loser Darling is a monster fucker through and through. They've had a harem of sex demons, numerous ghost lady yans, not one but two gods willing to jump those bones...

All this to say while they may think the human, innocent looking Damsel is cute. They'd much rather have the uncanny horror of their true form.

-

Damsel: Thank you for letting me stay in your apartment until my roommate returns! It's just raining so hard out there and I lost my keys

Loser Darling, eyes glued to their phone: Yea, sure, whatever- You put your foot in the door when I tried to close it so it's not like I had a choice-

Damsel, scooting closer to them: Maybe there's some way I can...repay you?

Loser Darling, shrinking into their corner of the couch: I'm good, thanks. Just drink your water and leave me alone, please-

Damsel: Fiiiine [lifts their cup to their lips - forgetting they're in the company of another for a split second as several tendrils pour from their mouth like ink, absorbing the fluid. They realize their blunder as they hear the sound of shuffling clothes]

Damsel: Mmm so good..... [Internally] Did they see? Maybe I should erase-

Loser Darling, pants nowhere to be seen: Hey. Why the fuck do you still have your clothes on? Take off that human face if you can too - I was finally starting to feel something down there towards you