They Pourd Water O.n Him

<Blood... I need blood.>

Yandere Vlogger who gains a following by stalking you.

TW. DDNE ! MDNI ! Stalking, Implied NonCon, Voyeurism, Kidnapping

It started out with a few, weird videos that barely got any views.

He had a shaky camera, and he'd rarely ever talk. In fact, he didn't even show you in the beginning. It was more of videos he took walking in random places without showing his face. Honestly, it looked like he hadn't intended for anyone but himself to see the uploads, yet somehow they ended up floating across the feeds of some people.

| What is this even about lol | This is kind of strange... | What are you doing?

He was surprised to get any comments at all, but the last one especially jumped out at him. Any rational person wouldn't talk about how they'd been secretly following the love of their life to some random stranger, but he was far from rational.

Instead of replying in the comments, he made another video.

Why I Do This

" It's because I love her, and I want to make sure she's safe," he said with a shrug. The camera was propped up on a cafe table, and his face was clearly in view. Well groomed, handsome, young... he certainly didn't seem the type to be a deranged lunatic. "Besides, I like the thought that one day she'll see this and know how much I care." After he spoke, the footage was cut with a shot of his shoes slapping against pavement, wandering in some unknown location.

That one got quite a bit of views. Hundreds this time, out of seemingly nowhere.

| Woah is this guy for Real? | No way is he serious, this is probably just some project or some shit. | Lol who cares if it's real, it's kind of interesting | I wish I had a boyfriend like that | You should show us your partner lmao

The videos would come every other day or so now. There seemed to be a bit more editing involved, and the few glimpses of you that the audience got became like a fun guessing game.

"I never expected anyone to be interested in this," he admitted, this time more quietly in a library study area. " I thought people would think that this whole thing is weird, but there are, what? A thousand of you now? So strange... and here I thought I was the weird one," He chuckled and brushed his hair back gently. Just out of sight in the camera was your seated form, working diligently on an assignment. If only you knew how much he cared. Not only that, if only you knew how many people thought he was cool for loving you the way he did.

| Guys I'm starting to get kind of freaked out. Is the person getting stalked okay? | Nah, it's not real. No way. If he was for real he wouldn't be showing his face | Woah the quality has gone up so much! The sneaking into the house portion of the videos are always so creepy and realistic! Keep up the good work! | You should go into acting man | Our beloved stalker is getting pretty bold lol. I wonder how this series will end lol

Sure enough, he started having more fun making the videos. He invested in a higher quality camera, and he started to become more and more obsessed with not only following you, but documenting the whole thing. He invested in a new camera and bought new editing software. Plus, with the ad revenue he was getting from his growing viewers, he could afford to buy trackers and other things...

"Thanks to you guys, I've finally got enough to bring them home," he practically beamed as he stared into the black lens. He was hidden in a bush, the glow of your house lights illuminating his face. He held up a bundle of ropes and some cuffs. "I really couldn't have done this without your support. I'm really grateful. I might have to lay low for a while after this... but hopefully I'll be putting out some more videos about getting them settled in their new home. Again, thanks for everything."

When a missing persons alert was put out for you, hardly anyone paid any attention. His viewers didn't know your name, and he was smart enough to hide your face, so no one suspected a thing. Soon enough, you were a forgotten statistic to everyone but him.

| Woah new video! | The new set looks great! | They're acting is so realistic lol. It gives me chills. | Hey don't they kinda look like that one person...? | I'm glad to see how this series progressed lol, the stalking was getting kind of boring

"They love you," he hummed as he scrolled through the comments, the screen lighting up the darkened room. You were bound in his lap, whimpering, blindfolded and gagged as he rubbed soothing circles into your hip. "Not as much as I can, but I told you everyone was rooting for us to get together," He smiled and planted a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then stood up, carrying you in his strong arms before laying you down on his bed. He switched on the lighting and turned on the various cameras he had set up to catch your expressions from every angle. His voice was sickeningly sweet as he got you tied down and ready, his eyes flashing with barely contained obsession. "Now... some people have been asking for more... exclusive content. I think it's only fair we let them see... I wouldn't have you if it wasn't for them after all. Be good for me okay?"

Imagine working on an estate and accidentally angering a house fae

NSFW MINORS DNI.

REBLOGS APPRECIATED. REQUESTS OPEN.

Contents: imagine style: human!f x household fae!m.Dubious deals,squirting, breeding ( if you squint) and tit worship.

You spill the milk. You make a deal to get a fae a drink-and that was the biggest mistake EVER.

● In your defense NO ONE HAD TOLD YOU ABOUT THE BOWL OF MILK

● So of COURSE you cleaned it up!

● Thats when everything went wrong and everyone was blaming you.

● It was a BOWL OF MILK it was going to get rancid!!

● But things kept getting worse. Dishes broken. Cupboards flung open. Fresh food spoiled. Your hair violently yanked on more than one occasion as you locked up the kitchen for the evening.

Finally after a particularly awful day you had had ENOUGH. Turning to face the empty kitchen you straighten your violated hair back into its mandated style. Smoothing out your apron only to roll up and fidget with the edges. Eyes nervously etching out terrifying figures in the soft lamp lit room.

● “Very well! I did it and i would like to make it right!” You call out still picking a shadow to scrutinize. Surely this was a trick from the other staff. Surely they were just joking with the new maid.

● “You spilled my milk?” A voice seeps from somewhere beyond the island counter.

● Before you can stop yourself you laugh. “Ha! Ah sorry! Such a phrase. But i see it has hurt your feelings.” slowly walking to peer over into the darkness you tentatively peak over the edge. “I did not know about your milk.”

● “You have left me thirsty! It is unacceptable behavior for all the work i do!”

● “ aye i agree i agree. How may i make this right?” Wrong question

● In hindsight VERY wrong question!

● For when his long clawed hand sneaks up to grasp the counter and you meet his shining dark eyes you are overcome with dread.

● His hand cups your face. Palms rough and textured from work. He was. Manish enough but also all wrong. You cannot take your eyes off his face. Frozen. “You? Make it right? Hmmm.”

● You dont notice his other hand until it undoes the second button on your dress. Then another and another.

● “give me a drink.” He demands another button coming undone. You feel the cold night air on the swell of your breasts.

● “Y-yes sir.” But you cant move to fetch a glass. He wont let you.

● He holds you still by the chin. Smug smile growing. “I will drink from you whenever i am thirsty.”

● “Oh but sir i uhm i-” before you can finish his mouth latches onto your breast. Sucking and rubbing. Roughly playing with your chest as your mewls turn to soft panting moans.

● “Pardon!?” But its too late. Hes tugged your apron down beneath your breasts popping them up. With a slash of a claw the fabric is shredded and youre exposed to him.

● With some sort of magic you are floated up to sit on the counter. He stands between your legs,spreading them wide just like his smile. Mischief dancing in his eyes.“a deal Is a deal.”

● His mouth works, free hand pushing your skirt up over your thighs where he makes quick work exposing the rest of you. Finger rubbing your clit until youre wet and trembling.

● Your breasts and cunt ache for more. Trembling against him. Your fingers lacing through the thick fur like hair along his head. His tail waving excitedly.

● Your cries echo in the empty kitchen. Growing louder and more frantic as he pounds into your body. His eyes never leaving your bouncing breasts. Taking what was his until he spills inside you.And then he does it again with his mouth latched around your breast.

● Popping off your breast he presses you back to lay on the counter. Hand knotting in the top of your apron between your breasts. Pulling your body towards him and right onto his hard cock.

Tormenting you until you're squirting for him.

● “Sir sir please i can't do another one!” You moan as you gasp for air.

● Again and again you cum. More and more pooling on the counter. Your stomach feels full of his spend as an inhuman seed takes root inside you.

● “Sssh ssssh sssh ssssh. You can and you will. I'm almost done for the night.”

● He fucked you until you fall limp. As you wake up you can see him and his tongue lapping up your pleasure from the table.

● His eyes meet yours- and he's gone.

● Until the next night when he drinks from you again…..

🫡Fic format/continuations available upon request.🫡

look okay nearly every project moon character is the character of all time on account of the literary references and layers of bullshit but Ricardo truly IS the character of all time. He wears a leopard print fur cape and no shirt. His hair is hot pink. He would chase someone across the high seas and to the opposite side of the country because he wanted to kill them for stealing his hair coupons. EDM music follows him around and it IS diegetic. He loves cute things and decorates his Book of Vengeance (where he writes the names of everyone who has ever wronged him so he can punish them for it) with kitty stickers. The gang he’s from is called the Middle Finger and all the guys he leads call him Big Bro and really truly mean it. His favorite positive descriptor is “luscious” and his favorite negative one is “bristly” and he’ll use them in situations where they shouldn’t be applied. He lives in a world where you are more likely to become a pile of gore than survive another day and but instead of turning into blood and meat he just gets launched like Team Rocket. The chains and tattoos aren’t even a remarkable part of his design since that’s just what The Middle is like. I got so caught up describing how strange he is that I forgot to say that he kills people by punching and kicking them to death

someone give them a fucking ibuprofen

Alpha Bully: Hey nerd! I got a problem I need you to solve for me.

You, his omega roommate: Wh-what is it now?

Alpha Bully: I got this big throbbing knot with no weak nerd bouncing on it!

This is so utterly hairraisingly ridiculous that you wish she made that story up, but it is unfortunately true.

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.

hi do you have any tips for people just joining tumblr? people on a /lgbt/ discord say it's where they're moving but I've never used it. is there like a 'introduce yourself' place or something

you’re gonna want to lean into an inscrutable gimmick that alienates everyone and acts as a funhouse mirror distortion of your personality whilst prompting 2,000 randos to send you asks that aren’t funny

Had a sip of mal/bloatware with my milk :[

hey folks if you have an android phone: google shadow installed a "security app".

play.google.com

Android System SafetyCore - Apps on Google Play

Provides safety features for Android devices.

I had to go and delete it myself this morning.