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[festering-obsession]

NSFW Veilguard Headcanons

CW/Tags: 18+, smut, reader is rook but no name is mentioned, gender neutral pronouns, afab genitalia, implied age gap, tiny spoiler (?)

Emmrich Volkarin

- Emmrich will forever treasure the fact you chose him. Especially after the line, "You're my first, well, anything..." He can't help but get excited to show you all he has to offer. Emmrich is experienced, in contrast, but he has never had a partner who wanted to stay with him long-term. He also never had a partner who had desired him as much as you do, which he gladly reciprocates to.

- Emmrich is a romantic man at heart. He plans to wine and dine you before pulling you out of those nice clothes you wore for the date! He agrees you looked amazing in that outfit, but the hungrier part in him wants to see you writhing underneath him. But, if he sees you with his buttoned up shirt loosely around you when the two of you wake up, he can feel the stir in him once again. How could he not? He near worships every part of you, and you chose him. He can't wait to strip you of that shirt again.

- He loves to give, but he won't deny receiving. He loves the sounds that fall out your mouth as you become undone around his tongue and fingers. Even better, he loves to finally sheathe himself deep in you, wet and ready. Your warm walls feel as if he can lose all composure.

- He also loves it when you cockwarm him. Your warm, naked body on his lap. Your bare back meeting the coolness of his jewelry and embellishments on his vest as he slowly traces a thumb over your clit as you bounce up and down for relief. His other hand a book or perhaps he's looking over a lesson plan for whenever he's back to being a professor teaching. It's safe to say nothing really gets done. More of a challenge for himself to see how long he can resist you before he bends you over his desk.

- He's entranced with your body. He's well versed in anatomy, and he loves using you to help test his knowledge. Emmrich maps you out, knowing where you like to be kissed, touched, caressed. He loves hearing the sounds you make as he moves from your neck down to your navel. He loves the sounds made from when he enters you. Your little moans fill his ears as the lewd sounds of his cock driving into your walls fill the room.

Lucanis Dellamorte

- It takes him a while to fully trust you and his own desires, but when he does, he's nothing short of obsessed from your cunt. He loves eating you out, tasting your juices, lapping it all up excitedly like a starved man. What's more is you can feel his stubble tickle between your thighs, soaking that too with how long he'll still buried deep in between your legs. It won't be long before your legs are sore from being parted so long. And are those hickies covering all over your thighs?

- Something to think about with Lucanis... Primal play. He can pick up people's scent, especially thanks to Spite. Imagine convincing him to indulge you on the idea. Your in Arlathan forest (an area that you cleared of blight and it's darkspawn), and he gives you the headstart. But, no matter where you run to and hide, Lucanis will find you with ease. It thrills Spite even more so. What he would do if Lucanis would just let him take over, he'd help find you so much faster!

- But the skilled crow manages to find you, but he can't deny the thrill he gets when he finally spots you, in a bush with your head poking out as you try to see if he was close. Mierda, it makes him want you so bad. When you finally see him approaching you fast and you began to run, he can feel Spite holding onto more control of him, the wings sprouting out as he jumps over fallen logs and crumbled Elven debris to finally get you. He grabs you, knocking you down, and you're pinned against the ground. And... you can feel how pent up he got from the chase, and you can't deny how much you want to rush back to the Lighthouse to relieve that.

- He's also a romantic man. He's the type to have rose petals thrown about in your room, vanilla scented candles glowing, and a bottle of wine on hand ready for the two of you. He'll take you anyway you like, but his favorites are the ones where he can see your eyes as they roll back. He's also a sucker for the mating press, where he can reach the deepest parts of you to make you moan and squirm uncontrollably. Only he gets the privilege to see you like this. And maybe Spite. But he also loves taking you from behind, where he can lean down and kiss on your neck... which you might have to hide for tomorrow's mission.

Davrin

- Nibble on his ears during sex if you have enough reach! It'll make him lose control for a second, a sweet sweet groan coming out. But, you might have to deal with the consequences after. That being him pressing you down as you get covered in kisses.. and probably hickies. Might as well give him some back. His armor will cover it, but he won't deny how warm his face will get if someone sneaks a peak of them.

- Casual dominance with Davrin... He can easily pick you up and grab you by the hips if an enemy thought it had the upper hand, protecting you easily with a slash of his sword. Or, throwing you over his shoulder to take you to his bed. Or, when he has you under him, thrusting in and out of you, and his hand presses down on the light outline he can see. His big hands gripping the sides of your hips, steadying yourself when you no longer can.

- Practice sparring with Davrin, no magic or weapons, just hand to hand combat... which most of the time ends two ways. You're somehow able to knock him down, pinning him to the ground, straddling over his hips. There's something about you asserting your own dominance over him that makes him want you right then and there. Or, he pins you to the wall, thigh between your legs leaving you with no chance of escape. There's something about how you look up at him. The leader of the Veilguard under his mercy. It doesn't take long before you start grinding down on his muscular thigh, eliciting needy sounds from yourself and him.

- Wall sex with him. He definitely has the strength for it. Either he's holding you up against the wall, your arms draped over his shoulders as he thrusts into you, your warm walls sucking him in. Or, you're against the wall. Your fingers outstretched as your palms face the cold wall, desperate to ground yourself as you can feel the desperation in his pace to claim you as his as much as he can.

- He prefers being able to take his time with you, but sometimes the adrenaline left over from killing a horde of darkspawn gets his blood pumping. The way his valiant leader looks up and controls the flow of battle with ease makes him desire you in a way so carnal that he needs you alone with him immediately. Of course, he's good at hiding it (and thankfully his armor hides any bulge), but as soon as he gets you to himself, you'll be seeing how needy he gets. Davrin's lips locking with yours as his armor clatters to the ground.

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[festering-obsession]

CW: emmrich smut, fluff, gender neutral pronouns, afab genitalia, implied age gap, reader is rook but no name is mentioned

It's evening at the lighthouse, the sunlight leaving its last embrace onto the world as it filters into Emmrich's room. You gaze upwards towards his spiral stairs, barely able to catch a glimpse of the soft glow.

But, the sun is nothing compared to how he has you in his lap. Nothing compares to him, it feels like. Thankfully, Manfred was busy exploring around, messing with Assan or following Neve, giving you much needed alone time with his "father" of sorts.

He presses kisses onto your neck, your back against his chest. His ringed fingers glide down your clothes, slowly undoing them. You feel your breath quicken, rubbing your legs together. It had been a while since you last had intimacy with him.

"My dear, you've been so stressed as of late..." He says slow, you can feel his mustache tickle your neck. "Let me take care of you? Hm?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a hand dip down under your waistband. His fingers gliding over your folds. His other hand, cold against your warmth, trails into your inner thigh.

"Don't, don't leave me hanging..." You breathe out as his hand explores, your body reacting to his touch.

"And do what exactly?" He asks with a smirk, kissing your shoulder. "Use your words, my dear."

You grip his pants, shuddering. "Please just fuck me, alright? I need your fingers, please."

"Such a crude way of asking, but, I don't think I could ever deny you." And you finally feel his fingers begin to move again, slowly against your lips.

He's always cold, not surprising given his work. But, your body always warms him up, something he loves about you.

His hands find a way to your clit, throbbing with need, begging for his touch. His fingers rubbing against the bud as your grip on his pants tighten, words falling out your mouth.

"Please, don't stop..." You hiss out as his fingers continue, working and winding you up. His fingers finally press in, working their way into your walls, pumping in and out with a slow, steady rhythm.

"Tell me if it's ever too much, darling." He whispers as his kisses against your neck, trailing down to your shoulders.

You nod, eyes shut in pleasure as he continues, his fingers curling and spreading you open, in all the right places. Your legs shake as he continues thrusting his fingers. His other hand rests against your midsection securely, drawing circles against your skin.

You moan out his name faster, clenching down as you feel yourself close. You feel him speeding up his pace, his fingers curling into that spot that makes you lose control.

It's not long before you come around his fingers, pressing your back further into his chest as you ride out your orgasm. His fingers finally leave you, slick and sticky.

You whine as he leaves you, feeling emptier by the second. But it's not long before you realize what was pressing hard against your back.

"Emmrich... Let me help.." You whisper, bare chest heaving.

"You've done so much today, I wanted this to be about you." He denies earnestly as you turn around his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. You kiss him quickly as you grind down on his lap, his hands resting on your hips.

"Let me take care of you, Emmrich. Besides, if I don't, I think I'll lose my mind." You laugh against his lips.

You slowly rise up from his lap before sitting down on his desk, folding your legs neatly and tilting your head to the side.

"Come on...." You giggle as his face turns red, but you can see how his eyes travel your form.

"I believe you'll be the death of me one day." He finally says as his rises from the seat approaching you on his desk, leaning over you as his arms plant themselves down on both of your sides. You grab his vest and pull him down to you, kissing him again eagerly.

His hands slide down your hips and to the inner of your thighs, parting them from eachother. You gasp against his lips before he closes the gap again, kissing you deeply.

His hand works you up again, exploring the outer of your lips, tentatively adding a finger inside preparing you. He curls it inside once more, before sloppily rubbing your slick over your folds. You hear him unzip his pants as his lips explore your neck, leaning your head to the side.

"Are you sure?" He whispers against your neck.

"Yes, Emmrich... I'm always ready for you." You affirm again as you look up into his eyes, laying down onto the wide expanse of his desk.

You feel the head of his cock enter, before slowly pushing in fully, his grip tight on your hips as he guides himself further in.

"You're always so warm... wrapped around my cock.." He groans out. "You're always so good for me, aren't you?" He whispers out as he bottoms out.

You grip the edges of the desk, desperate for anything to help secure you as you begin to feel him thrust in and out of you, slowly, deeply, giving you a chance to adjust to his length. You feel him move against your walls, stretching you out deliciously so as his other hand ghosted down to your clit, rubbing and touching it. Times like this made you so glad he knew anatomy, and how to abuse that knowledge.

"Fuck, keep going, please.." You say, legs shaking as they wrap around his waist. His other hand stays steady on your hip as he thrusts faster, matching your increased need as the desk begins to shake, paper and books falling off the sides.

"You like how I make you feel?" He says, voice smooth and velvety. "Only I get to make you feel like this, don't I, dear?"

You're unable to form words. Only moans fall out of your mouth as a response, which only brings a smile to his face. His hand dug so tight onto your hip it would probably form a bruise, not that you would mind.

You can only hear his hushed moans along with yours as his thrusts echo throughout your body. His disheveled appearance, proud of the fact you made him like that.

Your hands grip tighter onto the desk as his pace fastens, both his hips and his diligent fingers. His thrusts grow sloppier and faster as he chases to fulfill both of your needs.

His fingers tease and rub your clit faster as his hips meet yours eagerly, each thrust bringing you closer your mind-numbing peak.

"You know how devoted I am to you, my dear..." He says as he continues to ram inside of you. "If I could, I'd worship your body everyday."

You nod numbly, already lost on the brink of your orgasm, still sensitive from the first one. And then, it finally snaps as your back arches, crying his name. He follows soon enough, his warmth spilling inside of you.

As you lean up, he wraps his arms around your waist to steady you. "Dear, are you alright?" He whispers.

"Fucking amazing.." You whisper as you lean against his chest, barely able to slip your shirt back on. "We should let Manfred play with Assan a lot more if it means I get to see this side of you."

"As charming as the griffon is, his talons near Manfred make me nervous." Emmrich replies, his tone still light.

"I'm sleeping with you tonight. In your bed, I mean. Not that I'd particularly mind going again, but I plan on my legs not being sore for tomorrow." You nod at him, smirking.

"You keep me young." He chuckles as he draws you into his arms, hands gliding over yours comfortingly. "How did I get so lucky?"

"You mean how did I get so lucky?" You reply back, fully leaning into his touch.

He flusters, a welcome sight from his usual proper appearance. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?"

...

A/N: LETS SEXUALISE THAT OLD MAN!!!

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How You Fell Into Their Trap II

TW: Hollywood-ized Disorders, Creepypasta, Slight Canon Divergence, Violence, Blood, Cannibalism, One Mention of Pregnancy (no plot relevance), Toxic Relationships, Stalking, Slight Suggestive Content, Kidnapping

Ticci Toby:

It was senior year of highschool when you encountered Toby Rogers himself. By then, nearly everyone at school had knew of the boy, his reputation. His stutters, his low self-esteem, his weird behaviors, but the rumor of how the poor bastard could not even feel pain fluttered around even more. Fortunately enough, he had switched to homeschooling. Poor boy.

In a way, you pitied him. However, you were not high on the popularity chain that comes with the shackles of high school. You tried to keep to yourself and graduate, keep away from any negative attention and keep leering eyes off of you.

Yet, fate did not have the in plan for you.

You had met his sister at your part time job, Lyra was her not, wasn't it? Time seems to fly as you're stuck in this mansion.

She had talked about her brother at times, how she feared he was falling behind and her parents did not seem to care it all. But, she was too busy working to help with school. Before you knew it, you volunteered yourself to help tutor him. Her smile was so bright that day when you told her.

You didn't think too much of it before it was too much to try and cut off.

Toby was very skittish and nervous, constantly pulling at his skin and hair nervously when you were near. As you were trying to go over calculus, you could not help but turn around and finally break the edge of professionalism, despite being the same in age.

"Toby, I promise you, I am not going to judge you. I'm hear to help you, and besides I don't have any room to judge..." You say, trying to offer him a hand on the desk but he shies away.

"H-How do I know?" He says, his hands grasping at his jacket.

"Well, I'm not doing this for money for starters..." You begin. "And your sister said we might have some things in common? I like movies..."

He nods, his brown eyes carefully watching you. "Yeah, m-me too..."

His courage slowly built up around you.. as well as his possessive nature. Everytime his father would break a beer bottle or his mom would yell, he'd grab to you for security. His hand clutched onto you as if you'd dissappear.

The days you didn't work, you'd head back home after school usually. One day of the week helping tutor Toby would turn into any day you did not have work.

The days you did work, he'd near be constantly blowing up your phone with messages. Anything from what he's eating, how he finished his homework, to what his favorite color is, what his father yelled at him this time for...

One time you forgot to mute your phone and it went off in class. You had to turn it into the teacher, and did not get it back until the end of the day. By the time you turned your phone back on, it was flooded with messages.

"Hey y/n!! You haven't responded in your usual time are you busy????? :D"

It didn't take long for the messages to grow more frantic.

"Are you hurt?"

"Do you not like me anymore?"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry please don't leave me please don't leave me"

You called him as soon as you could and went to his house. Thankfully, his father was out, probably at a bar. As soon as you opened the door, Toby pulled you into his arms, grabbing onto you desperately as he sobbed. You rubbed his back, letting him go until he decided when he had emptied all his tears. You made sure to keep your phone silent at school after that.

Despite his already possessive nature, it took a turn for the worse when unfortunately... His sister died in a car accident. His pathetic father had lived.

You were there for her tiny funeral. And most importantly, you stayed glued to Toby's side the entire time. His tears were gone by the time of the actual funeral, no more to give as he had run dry. Yet, his iron grip on your hand and blank expression told you differently of his grief.

The days after Lyra's death was a flipped switch in Toby's brain.

As you got closer to graduation, Toby was more possessive. He had convinced you to quit your job. You need to focus on your school, right? And help him too, right?

If you somehow was not convinced to stay the night at Toby's house, he'd be on the phone with you until you were almost asleep.

At that point, it felt like your life revolved around Toby. You'd tell him anything... except your college admissions. Telling him you'd be out of arm's reach or heaven forbid meet new people, he'd throw himself into

It did not take long before Toby's sanity had finally left. You were staying over at his house, his drunken father had opened the door in a flood of rage.

"Toby fuckin... Rogers..." He slurred his words. "Did you knock this bitch up? Oh I swear if you, if I have to deal with a mini one of you, I'll fucking kill it... And that bitch!" He rushed forward to grab you and slam you out of the bed.

You did not know how to react, your mouth agape. You did not even interact with Ron before, how was he just now acknowledging you?

Toby had slammed into him first, away from laying his hands on you. He dropped to the floor along with him.

"Don't... Don't you fucking touch her.." He near growled, his brown eyes in a glare. You stared at the scene in front of you, just now pushing out the bed as Toby looked off into the distance, seemingly into nothing.

"Lyra, y-yes, I will protect her..." He said, hands shaking. "I, I'll make father regret k-killing you, too."

He stood up, his father groaning in the background as he gripped your hands. "You'll be with me fo-forever right? Just li-like in the movies we w-watched?"

You didn't know what to do or say besides nod. "Yeah, Toby..." Your eyes couldn't leave his father laying on the ground.

"Leave. Now." Toby ordered. "I have t-to do something for us. For o-our future, tog-together." It didn't take much for you to run out his house, confused and scared.

You were lucky enough to not see the grisly scene. But you were not lucky enough to not see the house light on fire, collapsing onto your knees as the fire rage on in the night sky.

Your friend was missing and you had to continue life as if he wasn't. A few years had passed as you couldn't shake it out your mind. Could you have saved him? Stopped him from killing his family and then himself?

Years and therapy helped lessen the pain, but it didn't for Toby. Even in his service to Slenderman, he couldn't shake you from his head. Slenderman's reward for his loyalty was the reveal of your location.

And that's why you are in his bed. It did not take him long to kidnap you and haul you back. The mansion was nice at least, even for a bunch of serial killers and paranormal creatures. Though the smell of blood nearly never left the halls.

You turned over in the bed as Toby gripped onto you, eyes lost in your own as you continued to think of how you ended up here.

"Th-Thinking..?" He asks as he moves a piece of your hair out your face.

"Yeah.." You mumble out as he holds onto you tighter, pushing him away would only cause him to freak out and worry if you hated him.

"Y-You know, I'm so-so happy you're here." He smiles as he rubs his cheek against you. "All th-those tasks for Slenderman, worth i-it for you..And, I have y-you here as mine."

"I um, I'm glad to have you back too.." You nod at him.

"I th-think, I f-fell in love with you... The f-first time I saw you." He mumbles out, hands shaking in excitement as he holds you closer to him. "And wh-what do y-you know? You're my-my girlfriend now!"

"Funny how life works, hm?" You muse out, looking out the window from your captivity.

"C-Can I have a k-kiss?" He asks. "Y-You don't mind.. the scar-scar right?" He looks down sheepishly. You've learned its better to give him what he wants, then to deal with an episode.

You cup his cheek, slowly pressing your lips over his cold ones. You can feel him smile against yours as he holds your body closer to his.

He'd never truly let you go.

Eyeless Jack:

You never felt alone, not in your apartment. And when you were with other people, you felt as if you were being hunted. It was just near about driving you insane.

Not to mention the fact of your doors opening, floors creaking, window being cracked open, random footprints of shoes. Maybe you really were just going crazy.

It didn't help the fact you'd be missing things either. A random shirt, chapstick, hell, one of your favorite underwear was gone missing.

But even then, as much as you looked around your apartment in fear, deadbolt all your locks, you saw nothing. Even when you'd have a friend stay the night, they would laugh it off and think you were playing a joke on them. They never saw anything either.

Then, it finally began to happen. Crumbs of what you thought your delusion was into reality. A part of you was glad it wasn't you going insane, the other part not quite realizing the nightmare that was about to play out for you.

You had gone out with your friends, a celebration. They had dropped you off at your apartment as you were giggling to yourself the entire ride, tipsy and having a great time.

Yet, you did not go straight to your apartment as the car drove by. You went to the convenience store as your mind swirled with getting snacks and a sweet treat.

It was a dark night, very few people at night and each one keeping to themselves. Your mind was too sloshed to hear the echoing footsteps behind you. Your eyes were too trained at the bright glowing lights of the store as an icee was the only thing circulating your mind.

You were pulled into an alley sharply. An old man in a black balaclava had you pinned with a gun against your head as he demanded everything. Purse, wallet, cash, whatever you had on you. That snapped you of your drunken haze.

Just as you were about to give the man everything as tears were going down your face, the man crumpled to his knees, gun dropping.

Scapels lined his back, each one with the intent on landing on a fatal area. Your mouth was opened, clutching your purse as you stared at the lifeless man before you.

And that's when you first saw him. A tall man in a black hoodie. The only defining trait about him was his dark blue mask... with some kind of substance dropping from under the eyes.

He looked you up and down, head tilting to the side as he walked over the man, pulling out each scapel pulled out from behind his back as he crouched over him. You didn't know why you didn't run, all your senses urged you to run as his eyes - or mask? - never left your form as he pulled out each weapon.

Then, he lifted his mask slightly as he brought the scapel to his mouth, a long black tongue slithering out as he tasted the blood.

That finally got you to move, running out of the alley straight home. Your breath uneasy as all you could think of was your blood being on that scapel instead. You slammed the door shut as you started hysterically telling your friends, your flip-phone shaking in your grasp.

By the time you finally fell asleep, the sun was up. You pulled yourself out of bed as you pushed the door open, half expecting to see the monster there.

What was on the news told you it was not a nightmare. A man named Edwin was found dead in his home by his brother Mitch. His brother was telling the news reporter what he saw the night before he left his brother's house. A man in a blue mask, but they pushed it off as a bad omen before the tragedy stuck. Then, it moved onto the unidentified body found in the alley. You bit on your nails as they revealed the details. He was found disembowled. That... that wasn't right. All that man did was just kill him, right?

You lived the next weeks in terror, over analyzing each step and news story just in case you saw the man again. Just as you felt the horror was finally leaving your senses, your nightmare would appear again.

You fell asleep on the couch, the movie you were watching long forgotten as it bored you to sleep. You awoke, feeling something wet hit your face.

Black eyes were trained over your body, blood slipping down from the mask hitting your face and just as you were about to scream, his cold grey hand held itself over your mouth.

Your hands scrambled to push him off, but he stayed there, silent and watching as you were trying to crawl him off. He put a finger over his mouth, telling you to settle. Stubbornly, you did and he finally retracted his hand.

"Finally, I have you in my reach." He said, voice rough and calloused. You couldn't help but hear the tiny amount of joy in his tone.

"Are... Are you going to kill me? Eat my organs like you did that man?" You said quickly, anger in your words.

He tilted his head before he chuckled. "Kill you? No, no, you're too precious for that... Well, I was going to at first."

You sucked in your breath as the monster laughed again lowly, caressing your cheek. "But, you grew on me. And, I think I'd like you better alive and warm with me then being a cold corpse, though I'd bet your kidneys would taste so sweet.."

You tried pushing him away but he got closer, sitting next to you on the couch as he held you tighter, his grip on your waist unmoving.

"As for eating you? Was my orginal plan, you look like such a sweet thing to devour and so easy, too. Your locks were not hard to pick through." He sighed as his head craned down to your neck. "But, I watched you like a pet. Your habits were endearing, and you looked so lost all the time... Why not take you in for myself?"

"F-Fuck no, I'm not your pet and you're a murderer..." You said, feeling his tongue graze at your neck.

"But I saved you, didn't I?" He murmured, tasting the nervous sweat building against your skin. "You taste so good..."

"And killed others. Fuck, I should call 911 on you..." You said as you felt his tongue gather your sweat.

"I already destroyed your phone. You won't be needing it anytime soon." He said nonchalantly as he pulled back, licking his finger. You couldn't help but notice the sharp teeth lining his mouth.

"Please, please just let me go..." You cry against him. "Or just eat me, kill me, I don't want you to take me."

"Eating you would be the ultimate form of intimacy for us.." He muses. "But, I like you too much to not see you around. Besides, there's... other ways of eating you without killing you." And you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as you glared at him, flustered.

You felt a sharp sting in your hip before seeing him drop a syringe to the floor.

"What... What the hell?" You said as you push away from him, dropping to the ground as your movements grew sluggish.

"Just enough to knock you out. You'd draw too much attention being conscious." He says, standing above you. "Don't worry, you'll wake up somewhere better, with me."

You turn onto your stomach, vision blurring as you clawed on the floor trying to get to the door. You heard him laugh behind you, before you felt his shoe land on your back.

"Just go ahead and give in, surrender yourself." You hear as you feel yourself growing near slumber, your mind numbing until you were out.

He carefully picked you in his arms, it would be a good distance from the forrest to get you out this damned city.

But now that his prey was in his grasp, he didn't mind.

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Vampire x Reader

TW: 18+, yandere character, some blood

The bed is large and velvety, holding two figures atop. Rain patters against the windowsill as your book is tossed long forgotten to the side.

His head is dipped down between your legs as you squirm under his touch. His black locs spill onto your thighs as his nails dig into the plush. His fangs trace on your skin as it threatens to break skin. Loose fitting white clothes have splattered blood on his neck dripping to his collarbones.

He pulls against your blouse, rubbing blood off them as the slit orbs stare down into yours. His ears are low as he's ready to take in all of you.

Your breath is unsteady as his nails cut through the lace. You feel pliant against his wills, and you don't mind at all. Your head is spiraling as you feel the two punctures on your neck dull away with pain and filled with a fire instead.

Gold ornaments decorate his hair, softly illuminated by the glowing candlelight. Your hand meets his cheek and he glances up with pure adoration. Dark brown eyes stare so deeply into yours.

He moves his mouth onto your hands, kissing them softly leading up. As his kisses travel, his body slowly hovers overs yours and you don't realize until he's straddling over you.

His mouth is on yours and you can taste faint metal. Your blood and he's never tasted anything better. His human, his mate, his forever.

He finishes removing the lace ties behind his back and pushes you back down on the bed. His hair falls onto your face and he chuckles pushing them away. His fangs still have tainted blood on them.

Finally, after so long, you have accepted him. His eyes grow teary as your lips move against his, eagerly grinding back into his sculptured body.

As his lips smear against your neck, his fingers reach down to your eager arousal. Rubbing small circles as he moves them inside of your hole. Stifling moans against his lips, he rubs the bundle of nerves

Dante, you moan against him, as his fingers slowly pump in and of you. He feels his arousal grow as well as your hips grind against his fingers to gather more friction.

He leaves you on the brink of near blinding pleasure before he retracts his fingers, leaning up as he sees the absolute wreck he has made you. Your slick wet against your thighs as you stare at him breathlessly, wondering what's stopped him.

He reaches besides and grabs a light smelling oil, his fingers plunging into the vile before rubbing it against your entrance. Your essence mixing in deliciously with the oil, he can only groan as it fills his nostrils.

He rubs the excess of the lube onto his brown skin before dipping back down to meet your neck, licking, before reaching back to your swollen lips.

You feel him enter slowly, teasingly, as he pushes in, your whines being met by his soft coos at how well you take him.

His fingers make work of your bundle of nerves as he thrusts, you can feel yourself coming undone on his length.

You can see lightning strike, glowing up the darkened room. The strong rumble of thunder follows. Amidst such a storm, you would have been frightened.

But under Dante, you have never felt more safe and pleasurable. All other thoughts seem to fall out of your mind as he continues his praises.

Words of how you're his are the most abundant of them.

[festering-obsession]

How You Fell Into Their Trap

TW/CW: Self- Destructive Behavior, Hollywood-ized Disorders, Yandere/Dark Behavior, Violence, Dubious Consent, Drugging, Slight Divergence from Source, Canon-Typical Violence

A/N: Pacing could be weird in both stories. In both, the reader is pondering the past before it jumps to the present to help with any confusion before reading!!

Slenderman:

You want to tear your eyes out, pull at your skin, and scream until nothing left can be heard. It would be better than the constant paranoia eating at you. The splitting headaches and the dazed look on your face as you slowly forget what day it is.

No medicine, no drug can even make you lose an ounce of these random episodes. What's worse, it that they seem to drag on longer and occur more. You wipe the bile off the corner of your mouth as you lean next to the wall in front of the toilet.

The doctors even are puzzled. They best the can sum it up to is you’re faking it. Your body is faking it. Then why can't you stop any of it? In fact, you beg your body to stop.

You can't ignore the fact that you were a sickly child. Constantly falling under nearly the same symptoms but after your parents moved, it stopped. Occasional bouts here and there, but maybe the cleaner air farther from the city helped. Your parents agreed that you eventually just grew out of your sickness, hoping to move on and forget.

But you could never forget the same figure that haunted you since a child. The same tall, white figure, faceless, in a suit. He was everywhere. As soon as you looked, he was there for a split second. And you could feel his hostile aura waiting to strike and kill you. Even as an adult, that face haunted you.

You tried to pin point what triggered your episodes. Maybe after you went to the forrest with your friend, maybe a weird bug bit you? Or you contracted an infection somehow? The forest was beautiful. Tall trees, lush grasses, variety of flaura, and the mountains raised in the backdrop. All was suppose to go well, but going there was the worst mistake of your life. The previous delusions you seemed to have increased tenfolds and it seemed you threw you friend in the same fate as you.

The two of you wandered the forest after the wind rushed and seemed to grip the map from his hands. And even better? Not a lick of signal. When night time hit, you entered a real life nightmare. The figure that haunted you as a child came back. And scarier than ever. But this time, he also saw it.

Your friend gripped your hand as the two of you narrowly escaped the almost glitching creature. Appearing behind, then in front, and then in a damn tree. When you lost track of the figure, your friend was also losing track of himself. He heaved as he gripped at his hair before pulling at it. Above your own urge to do the same, you tried to grab his hands and stop him. Your friend looked at you as he began to claw at his eyes.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME." He roared as blood began to seep down him. "He told me, he told me that if I touch you, my death will be put in his hands." He sobbed out scooting away from you.

"He? Who's he?" You cried out, confused as you saw your friend trying to hurt himself.

"Him. The man. The one in the shadows. He told me that if I even look at you anymore, he'll rip my eyes out himself." He banged his head on the ground, still clawing at his eyes. "But he granted me the mercy to at least do it myself." Your friend reached for a jagged rock and brought it to his face.

Your head was filled with static to the point you passed out, and awake in your living room. You wanted it to be a dream, but it was farther from the truth. Your coworker and close friend, hung himself in the same place you two hiked at two days prior.

It was your fault, and you couldn't bring yourself to let it happen again as you hauled yourself in your apartment. Refusing contact with anyone. You were just meant to be a disease.

The apartment went on fire, and you never felt more estatic. Finally, you would greet death with open arms, and your family wouldn't live with the regret if you took your own life. Shit, maybe they could even sue to gain some money off your death. Maybe you'd actually bring fortune to someone.

You laid pliant on your bed, smoke filtering inside your room as the fire danced and spread around the room. A smile on your face before you felt its presence again.

The tall figure hovering over you this time, but no sickness accompanied with it. Faceless, except spots that were slightly sunken in that could be mistaken for one, put a finger up to his face presumably to its mouth. He then disappeared and you fell into unconsciousness with it as well.

And appeared back in the same fucking forrest. This time, surrounded by three human(ish) men.

A crazed man with goggles and a mask, wielding a bloodied axe. Next to him, was a seemingly timid one, dressed in an orange hoodie and when you tried to focus closer, all that greeted you was red, sullen eyes. A feminine mask graced the other one as he donned an orange bomber jacket.

Your mouth felt dry and when you tried to scream, it came out a pathetic groan for help. They clearly had no interest in doing so, more concerned on talking to one another in poorly hushed voices.

"You handled them too rough! If they get a bruise, he won't like it." One choked out in a worried tone.

"They're not a doll, they're fine. And besides, it's not like he told us to deliver them to him in 5-star hotel. He wanted them to be brought to the forest and we did. I'm sure he wouldn't be fond if we held on them too long, so to the floor they go." The one behind the mask spoke, steady voiced.

And another air of static rose around you, stiffening your surroundings. You fell in and out of consciousness and could barely even tell if time was moving, or not.

The men had left sometime ago, 3 hours or minutes? You didn't know. All you could feel was the mossy earth and crushed leaves beneath your slightly aching body.

Vision blurred as the man in the black and white dotted across behind your eye lids in mind as you slipped unconscious into a fever like dream. But this time, it didn't make you sick. It was replaced by a sense of, longing? What was once your nightmare incarnated, seemed softer (even for lack of facial features).

You felt as if watching yourself in third person, your figure collapsed on the floor of a velvety chapel, a heavy white [dress/tuxedo] weighing you down to the ground as you could hear a low melody playing in the background, a church hymn low in the distance as the pianist follows suit.

Pushing yourself up with your two arms, your mind follows the red path trailing to the center. You hear murmuring in the distance but as you scanned your surroundings, no one was there. Just the tall white figure dressed in the clean tuxedo.

You felt yourself gliding towards him, despite not even getting up on your feet. But when you looked down, you saw the inky black tendrils span out like tiny veins combining to makin thick ropey tentacles. They slowly brought you towards him as your hands slowly held onto the decaying flower bouquet.

You opened your mouth only to find no words were coming out. You gripped at your lips, trying to force something out to protest against whatever this was but the sweet piano was only heard echoing throughout.

Finally, you were brought to the empty pillar, but the entity's limbs never left your body. Instead, it seemed to latch onto your harder, as it expanded over your body. You gazed over the empty chapel, but the long and slender hands of the monster in front of you made you look at him.

Blank, faceless, pale, but you could feel the tension in the air as he stared at you in his own way. His stark white body contrasting deeply with his black tuxedo. You felt tears rush down your face but the monster seemed to enjoy that sight. As your face came close to his, the static in your head grew. The only word you could make out amiss all the noise was mine.

As your lips finally made contact with the blank slate of a man, you woke up in a large bed. As you glanced around, you found dust on the bed, but everything else looking surprisingly in pristine condition.

Just as you were about to scream, a large hand grasped your shoulder. The entity, that monster. But, instead of the normal vomit inducing headache and static you would feel when you confronted him was gone.

Yet, that [dress/tuxedo] from the dream still remained. As you looked down at your outfit in confusion, the monster slipped his hands under your chin to meet his gaze. The static-like voice replaced with a deep soothing, voice finally talked as his other hand made it up your back.

"Now that your officially mine, I can't find myself being able to hold back much longer."

Jeff The Killer:

Jeffery always seemed on the brink of becoming unhinged. Ever since building up to the, incident. His family moved to the neighborhood, normal enough. His parents, his brother, all seemed well. Even at first meetings Jeffery looked sane enough at first glance. Nothing stood about him. Like every other teenage boy. His light brown hair framed his face in the typical unkempt way with his blue eyes shining against his complexion. His clothes were obviously picked out by his mother since he never cared to actually shop for his wardrobe.

He was not your first choice to be friends with. But as your parents grew cozy with his, they near forced you to befriend the quiet boy.

It was awkward. Standing next to him at the bus stop with small talk eventually landed to you two sitting on the bus together. It grew to where he would spare you an earbud to play music on his music player. Then, it turned to you actually seeking him out during class projects, not because you had no one else to, but you began to somewhat enjoy his company.

You began to come to his house, and him to your house without the prompting of your parents. Maybe you were just as strange as him which explained the quicker connection between the two of you. It ranged from drawing, reading horror stories to eachother on the ever growing "internet", running to the near gas station for a snack stop only to get brain freezes from racing eachother who could drink their slushie faster.

His interests slowly grew darker. Darker videos, interests in the occult and local murders and death, and even visiting previous crime scenes. You didn't notice at first, you enjoyed the more taboo subjects, but he seemed to take it on a different level. But like you, he was just a young adult trying to figure out the big world, right...?

As his interests grew more morbid, a group of boys began to pick on him. His brother did what he could do to halt them as you tried to center Jeffery's attention elsewhere, but you knew it was beginning to wear him down.

He fought them. Not only did he fight one by himself, but three. He was scuffed up, but the other boys more so. You felt in a daze. Although it was self defense, he would be put in the blame. He came to your house soon after, but he wasn't in a panic. He was happy. Estatic. You fussed over his bruises and small cuts as you dabbed on first aid supplies. He couldn't stop talking for the death of him. You ignored most of it as he tended to talk lots of nonsense most the time, but a sentence stood out you couldn't ignore.

"I never felt more alive."

He looked at you. His blue eyes shining threw his choppy, layered hair. He gently held your wrist in the middle of applying an antibiotic cream.

"S/o, I want you to know, if anything happens, you're coming with me. I promise that." His once happy persona faded as he stared at you solemnly. You nodded slowly and continued patching him up.

When the police came, his brother Liu took his spot and told them it was him. You've never seen Jeffery so desperate to admit his own crimes but the police left, leaving the younger brother. It changed something in him. He only trusted Liu and you. But with him gone, he was clingy and.. handsy. Always trying to have you physically touching him in some way. Either him pressed up against your side or his hand wrapped around yours. His twisted mind finally grasping the concept of how easily people can be taken from him.

To no one's surprise, he did get in trouble more at school. His parents blaming him for getting into so much trouble in his senior year. To your surprise, not too long after that fight, his parents forced him to go to a party with them as a way to "clean" up their image. Like the loyal friend you were, you went with him.

It all happened too fast. His bullies were back as ready for vengeance all the same as if they didn't cause enough damage. One grabbed at you taunting him, "No big brother now, and no [girlfriend/boyfriend] to help you either!" One cackled as they drew a knife near your throat. He never had lost his composure so fast as he saw you. In his mind, you were his and that disgusting shit touched you.

Pure chaos erupted as two boys dropped dead. Blood on both men. Police were called but none came fast enough. Tears went down your face as you tried to grab one of them to stop but your parents held you back in horror watching them fight. Eventually Jeffery got the advantage and took time to prepare his next move in state of manic happiness. He didn't mind the bleach dripping down his frame. He had murder on his mind.

"Remember my promise. I will come to get you soon!" He looked back at you before he grabbed onto the knife and lodged it into the attackers chest. You felt dizzy with the scene in front of you, finally hearing sirens from the cops.

The final movement from the attacker lifted up a match and sent Jeffery on fucking fire. A blood curling scream from the crowd erupted before you felt sick to your stomach and passed out.

He was sent to the hospital, and as much as you were trying to visit him, only family was allowed. Countless nights you worried over the health of a boy you didn't even want to be friends with in the beginning. Too weak to talk to him one on one. All information you got on his wellbeing was from his parents who were already stressed enough.

When he was finally released from hospital and was being sent home, your parents allowed you to visit him the following morning.

As the sun rose and birds chirped, you sprinted to his house with the latest music DVDs and horror movies that he missed out on. You knocked on the door as you barely contained your glee for seeing him.

The door opened. It was unlocked. And the smell of metal wafted to your nostrils. You peaked your head and opened the already ajar door.

And you screamed as blood was splattered in every corner.

But, that was years ago. No longer the dumb teenager you were, but yet it was still stained on your mind. The countless headliners for the news, the police interviews, the therapy sessions. You moved far away from that neighborhood but no matter where you go, the memories would still follow.

Although a murderer now, still on the loose which scared you to your core, you yearned for the nostalgic Jeffery. The one before the murders.

You placed the book of photos down, gingerly touching the photo where you and Jeffery clicked slushies together. It was over now though, that was the past.

That night as you laid to rest, you felt the cold breeze of the nightly wind under your sheets.

You also felt cold wet drops on your face as a hand slapped against your mouth before you could fully register what was happening.

A manic grin spread from ear to ear, scared red against deathly pale skin. Eyes a dull blue with dark eyebags. The hair was jet black and frayed in a shaggy like mullet.

His other hand held your arms in one grip as he started laughing.

"Oh, s/o, I finally found you." He cried out in-between bursts of laughter.

"But where the fuck were you when I needed you. Where were you when I told you I'd come to get you."

And your heart dropped as you mumbled through his fingers. "Jeffery, is that you...?"

"The one and only and STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION. WHERE WERE YOU?" He begged out, his happiness dropped. "It was suppose to be just me and you. Just us against the world. I needed you to wait for me. But when I finally got my own footing, you left!"

"I fucking missed you. But now, " He shifted eagerly as he straddled your hips. "I'm myself. This is what I was meant to be, and can you even accept that?"

You look at him in shock, your whole body feels like it was dropped in freezing water. Your heart was in the dilemma of whether it's about to stop or keep beating as wildly as possible.

"I don't expect you to respond now. But you will answer me later, you whore." He leaned down and took his hand off your mouth. "I hate that I still like you even after you abondoned me."

His lips hovered over yours teasingly. "I fucking hate the fact you're still as beautiful as the day you left me. But now, you're staying with me." Despite his taunting demeanor, there is an act of urgency, desperation, in his next moves.

His lips connected to yours within seconds as you tried to squirm away. His hands still holding yours away from pushing him. His hand gripped your cheek as he pushed the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

And then you felt a foreign pill slip into your mouth as Jeff still kept the kiss connected, forcing you to swallow.

"Go to sleep." He breathes out, finally pulling away from your lips. You are hit with an unfamiliar urge to go unconscious. Your limbs feel unbearably heavy as your eyelids begin to close again. The last thing you see before your eyes shut is his insanely stretched out smile and his lovesick eyes glaring at you.

….

[Heyyy I’m alive guys. Work and school kicked my ass but I’m still here. Also, part two down here lol.]

[festering-obsession]

Recom! Quaritch x Human! Reader

TW/CW: Dark Relationship, Yandere Themes, Age Gap[Reader is Over 18], Older Man/Younger Person, Interspecies, Violence, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Slight N/$/F/W Mention, Slight Canon Divergence [Not Enough to Alter Canon], Slight OOC

-Despite being a human, you held great respect for this planet and had planned to live the rest of your days on this planet. Unlike Spider, you were older and didn't know Pandora since a toddler. Unlike the scientists, you didn't have an avatar to fully experience Pandora. You were fine with that, helping them and being able to be around the Na'vi people was good enough for you.

-Taking care of Spider was a handful that they left to you. A wild and rambunctious one he was. This caused you to slowly become more and more aware of the Sully family as he gravitated towards the kids of the family.

-Life was good for some years until shit hit the fan. The RDA came back with various attacks. You felt as if you couldn't do much unfortunately. You tried to pull your weight as much as possible. You helped research and come up with battle plans, helped when warriors came back wounded, and even watched the Na'vi children when their parents were off fighting. It was slightly humorous having some kids nearly the same height of you, but they respected you all the same. Jake would never allow you to fight, opting for you to stay at the base instead. You gave up asking as you could feel the pity in his eyes that you never got the chance to have an avatar.

- You tried so hard to be fine with your situation but you felt more useless as the days went past. You explored more away from the base and you felt like such an outsider. Sure, the other humans would aways be humans, but at least they could pretend to be a Na'vi for a little bit.

- And the more you took trips outside the clan, the more you got studied by flying drones. The more you came into the eye of unfortunately Quaritch. After some research done, he knew you were an intern before RDA first fell apart, you didn't have an avatar, and the Na'vi put you on babysitting duty most the time. You were far from a threat, but you could have lots of potential information on you.

- Then, he found himself researching more about you for his own personal interest. Old security cameras footage that caught you in it. You weren't important at all, a background character. But to him, as much as he hated to admit it, you were a growing fascination on him. He took notice of how maternal/paternal you were and he felt something ache inside him. Sure, he knew he fathered a child but never stucked around because of his job. You looked so out of place, how cute you would look by his side as a housewife/husband. His little human all for himself with a growing family.

- Sure, some of the Na'vi may miss you, but taking you in wouldn't disrupt any of their plans. As soon as the right time strikes, he'll have you fall right into his arms. No more in the jungle but with him. He knows he's no longer human and protecting humanity doesn't include him in the future, but he would fight for a place where you and him can hopefully live as close as normal life (as much as a human and 10 foot blue alien can get). You'll come around to loving him eventually, he reasons to himself.

....

Your body is shoved on the ground, the wide expanse of his blue palm holding you down with ease as Spider to the right of you looks in horror. If he adds any more pressure, you're scared he'll start to crack your oxygen mask. And all that shit faced man, avatar? is smirk at your obvious struggle.

"Get off of them!" Spider hisses as he tries to claw himself out of the ropes.

"Y'know, you could've escaped if you didn't come back for my boy." Quaritch says haughtily as he replaces his hand with his knee, leaving you more trapped under. A bug under his shoe is how you feel.

"He's a child, you fucker, I'm not leaving someone innocent like him behind." You breathed out.

"You trying to be a mom/dad for him? Or some kind of babysitter?" His hand makes contact with your hair as he moves some back. "Well, ain't you prettier in person?" He chuckles.

You felt gross and shivered under his touch. "Just let the boy go, alright? Take me, do whatever you were gonna do to the boy on me instead." You yelled out as Spider began to shake his head rapidly.

"Don't! Let them go instead of me. I can handle it, I owe you anyways." Spider says as struggles to reach any possible weapon around him.

"Awe, now you know damn well I'm not letting that happen." Quaritch laughs as he snaps handcuffs on your wrists finally before he stands up and turns to the other marines. "Take the feral one back into his cage. I'll personally escort this one back." And like that, the other avatars grab Spider as he slowly dissappears from view.

He rolls you onto your back as he near straddles you, crouching and leaning over your body as your feet drag into the dirt trying to scoot away from him.

"I appreciate you for taking care of my son." But the tone is far from genuine. "Well, previous me's son. Hey now, you're not escaping me." And he grips you by the pants back under him.

"I didn't watch over him for you, far fucking from it." You wanted to spit in his shit eating face so bad.

"Don't worry about that one, I'll have him taken off your hands." And he picks you up with ease throwing you over his shoulder.

"You know, since you're one of the more attractive ones I've encountered here on this damned planet, I'll cut you a deal." His hand holding you in place feels as if it slowly moves down your waist and to your ass.

"And just what would that be?" You said through gritted teeth.

"How about I just fill you with another kid of mine since you wanna be my babymomma/daddy so bad." And he laughs out loud as you feel shock overcome you. You hope to God, Eywa, or whoever it was an empty joke despite the predatory look that was planted on his features.

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[A/N: Gosh I loved this movie so much. Was thinking of possibly writing Yandere Poly! Jake and Neytiri x Reader.]

[festering-obsession]

Hi hello I love Hewu'itan 😭 and now I flee 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

And he loves u too !!

-Cole

[festering-obsession]

N//S//F//W Alphabet with Na'vi! Oc x Human! Reader

Tw/Cw: Mature/Eighteen and Up Audiences Only, Slightly Dubious, Pure Smut, Gender Neutral Reader but Some Mentions of AFAB Genitalia

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hewu'itan is very reactive to your needs, but he mostly loves basking in the afterglow of sex with you. Seeing you out of breath, a slight sheen of sweat, you struggling to move, makes something awake in him. He'll help wipe the cum off you gently, prepare you a snack or water if you need as well. But most importantly, he will cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms to hands. They've taken years to be this strong and precise. He knows exactly how to kill someone in his presence. But with you, he only wants you to know absolute pressure. On you? He honestly loves your entire body as cheesy as that sounds. He particularly loves the area around your chest and neck. So sensitive, he loves to bite and nip around there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Not too terribly different from human semen, larger amount of it though. He loves to cum inside you, his favorite spot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He watched you masturbate before he kidnapped you from the base. You really should have made sure your blinds were closed, even if you didn't think there was no one there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not a virgin, but also not a sex God. Hewu'itan knows his anatomy and has engaged in casual sex for pleasure purposes only before he found you. Not at all experienced with humans, but he is a quick learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Depends on the mood, but he loves the most intimate positions where he can look into your pleasured face. Missionary or the breeding press is always good, but he also loves lotus or anything with him pinning you to the wall.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, this is an intimate moment between the two of you, he doesn't want humor to invade that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't really know if he really has any to shave honestly, Na'vi really don't seem to have that much hair besides on the head. But if he does, he at least makes sure he is trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It won't be the stereotypical romantic with the roses and candles in a dimly lit room, but his idea of romance I feel is better. The constellation perfectly lights the two of you while he fucks you atop the tree branches.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, he didn't do it too often. Yet in the yearning stage with you, he most definitely did to the thought of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not too out there. He has a thing for breeding and praise though. He most definitely has a size kink and whatever shows that, he loves. He also marks you with teeth, so biting kink as well?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He takes it wherever he can honestly. His favorite is beneath the stars and the bioluminescent vegetation casting a glow on your beautiful skin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally just you in general. You could ne wearing anything (or nothing), and he just goes near feral for that. However, if you do decide to play with his hair or any way tug at it, it does stimulate him and get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you with anyone. Sure, some other Na'vi couples don't mind a third or even a fourth in a relationship, but he can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Your body belongs only to him during sex and beyond that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Due to your oxygen mask, he gives most the time. Hewu'itan doesn't mind at all though. His tongue and fingers work so well together and can fill you up better than anything you could imagine. His sharp canines also add a new and definitely pleasurable sensation.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

To you, he feels fast and rough, but to him he thinks he's going slower. It's hard to keep up with him, but Hewu'itan loves the fact he can see your fucked out face as he pounds into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Although Hewu'itan does prefer long intimate sessions, he also doesn't mind quickies. If anything, the thrill of it excites him. They don't happen very often though since you're in his home most the time, but on the occasions he does take you out, he makes sure to savor it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to experiment if you are interested as well. Nothing too dangerous or too public (because only he's allowed to see your body during such times).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You're own stamina will never match his. He's a hunter with excellent speed and endurance. Of course he will stop if you can't take more of it, but he push your limits on how much you can handle. He doesn't mean to but he does overestimulate you quite a bit (although I'm sure you wouldn't mind).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I'm pretty sure the Na'vi have sex toys even thought it may not be up to "human standards". He doesn't really own any, his fist was enough. He also doesn't really see the need of getting you some either. You have his cock, mouth, and fingers, what else can you need? However, if you beg him enough, he might try it. He'll learn to like them as he sees the toys as an extension of him giving you added pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a teaser, but he does have his moments. Especially when you're close to climax he might pull out a haughty remark about only how he's able to make you feel like this.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quiet during most of it. He wants to hear you instead. However he does growl and groan lightly close to his climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a thing for your breast most definitely. Wants a boobjob so bad because no matter what cup size they may be, it'll never be enough to wrap around his cock. This ties into his size kink.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hewu'itan is tall and slim, just like his cock. Even though it may not seem so girthy, to your human body it fills you up completely. Dark blue around the base with light stripes and the tip is a lovely light blue.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He had a normal libido to low libido before you, but now he feels in a constant state of horniness. He can mask it very well, but if you're feeling needy at any time he will drop what he's doing to come help you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Hewu'itan makes sure you are well taken care of before he thinks about it. He loves to slowly watch you succumb to sleep before he joins. He places you right on top of his chest with his arms securing you in place when he finally drifts off to sleep.

....

A/N: the blue alien dick you all have been waiting for.

[festering-obsession]

Yandere! Fallen Angel x GN! Reader

Tw/Cw: Religious Themes, Slight Body Horror, Some Violence, Mentions of a Panic Attack, Yandere and Dark Themes!!

You never really considered yourself religious, and you didn't quite mind that, either. But when you found yourself down on the ground, heart pounding and tears of fear, maybe even relief? rush down your face you thanked God for it all.

By some miracle, the man who had a gun pressed against your head for a wallet you left at home had his hand clutched against the shirt near his heart foaming out the mouth. The gun that almost took your life laid stagnant against the ground in near mockery, but you were alive. And breathing.

Now what do you do? Who do you contact? Your hands clumsily pull out your phone, you didn't want to be alone at the moment. Trying to turn the screen on, and all you were met with was a red blinking battery. Fuck it, just leave quickly and go straight home.

Gathering your senses, you wanted to never even look back at that alleyway. Brushing off the dirt off your knees, your eyes gazed back to the fallen man. His hand that was once clutched tight was now loose. His hand covered, blood? The crimson liquid was slowly leaking out of his chest. Yet he didn't even scream and you certainly didn't hear the sound of a gunshot. You tore your eyes away as you walked out of there.

Pacing, walking, running, you didn't know. You were in a daze trying to reach to your apartment. Nothing felt real, and you felt numb to any thought.

"Hey, are you okay?" Someone spoke as you felt yourself bump into a stranger. And you felt yourself shake uncontrollably.

"Oh, wow, okay, let's breathe alright?" The person spoke as you looked up with blurry eyes. "You're okay, breathe with me. You're okay. I'm going to move you to sit on a bench, alright?" The lightest touch appeared on your back as you gently moved out the way and was sitting down.

The thoughts racing finally started slowing down. Your breath steadied. You felt a hand holding onto yours gently.

"Are you alright now? Here, why don't you follow me and get a warm drink." You looked up at slowly nodded. He was engulfed in a black turtleneck, long black curls tied back in a low ponytail. A few hung around his face to frame his slim face perfectly.

"Thank you so much...But I don't want to bother you too much longer. Having to calm down a stranger like that isn't really day to day." You said, head hanging down in shame. You could feel the tears and sweat drying on your skin.

"No, it's fine. On me, alright?" He smiled, and you could see the freckles dotting on his skin. "My name is Sam, yours?"

"Well if that's the case, my name is F/N." You sighed out before mentioning. "I just, saw a really traumatizing thing tonight, and I didn't know what to do..."

"If you're comfortable telling me, I can try to help you in any way I can. Now tell me, are you more of a tea or coffee type of person?" He smiled, and maybe it was the adrenaline still running off hazing your eyesight, you saw a rather pointy smile.

The walk to the coffee shop was rather quick, as many store and shops were close to eachother in this city. Yet, as the streetlights and moon lit up the path, you still felt uneasy. Sure, you almost got mugged and embarrassed yourself in public, but a gnawing one. Like you know something felt off. Even the casual conversation going on between you and Sam flowed naturally, you felt as if his eyes bore into your body a little too hard.

"Almost there, you won't regret coming here. And let me tell you, the batistas are really talented." He said joyfully. His long strides seemed to pick up as he seemed almost jittery to get there. You made sure to keep up with him.

There was no sign outside indicating it was open, but as you looked inside through the window, it seemed well decorated. Sam pushed open the door for you all too happy. The cafe was small and warmly lit. You could see coffee machines behind the dark mahogany counter.

"What do you want? It's on me!" Sam said as he looked at the "menu". Maybe you needed some stronger glasses, but the writing on the blackboards looked as if it was written in gibberish.

"Oh, thank you. I'll get the latte." You spoke as your eyes wandered around the establishment. There wasn't a worker in sight, in fact, you and Sam were the only customers. Maybe the fact it was so slow made the employees hang in the back.

Then it hit you, it doesn't even smell like coffee in here. You looked around and found the symbol of a restroom. "Hey, Sam, I'll be right back." His happy deamoner faltered and as he looked back, his face looked hazed, almost akin to a glitch.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll order for you then." As he turned back to the counter. You stepped into the bathroom and locked the door and sat on the toilet, head in hands. Fuck, today is all so weird. Just breathe, it'll pass over. Today will be a new day, you tried to affirm yourself.

You got up and looked in the mirror and gave a slight slap on both of your cheeks, just enough to wake up.

Stepping outside, it seemed as if the store was completely empty again. Almost eerily quiet except for the occasional person stepping past the cafe outside.

"Sam?" You said looking at the counter were he previously was.

"Oh, there you are!" You almost squeaked in surprise as he appeared behind you with two drinks in hand. "Here's your latte, as promised."

You gratefully grabbed the coffee and Sam led you to sit down at a booth.

"Well, that was fast." You spoke. "Not that I'm complaining though."

"Yeah, they were all ready to make the drinks so we could hopefully leave faster." Sam replied. "Now, do mind telling me what happened?"

Would you get in trouble if you told him? Should you have reported it to the police. "A guy was just following me, I didn't know where to run to." You sighed out.

"Really? If I was there, I wouldn't have minded ripping out his insides, haha! Men like that are scum." Sam laughed as he took a sip of the drink.

Rip out his guts? Sure, you agree with the sentiment but that was a little extreme to say to an acquaintance you nearly just met. You forced a laugh to not make any awkward silence awaken.

You sipped on your coffee, just to find it cold. Damn, were they that tired to try and make you leave that fast? But hey, you're not going to let down a free coffee.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. And a man entered.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing here? I just bought this fucking lot. There's nothing here to fucking steal!" He stomped up to the two of you.

Your mouth felt dry as confusion grew. Its a coffee shop, and you dont recall a "for sell" sign. You tried to stutter something out but you were at a loss for words.

"I, I don't understand." You finally got out. Your hands clutched onto the "coffee" only for you to realize it was a glass with clear liquid.

In fact, the "cafe" seemed to dissappear. The walls slowly felt as if it was melting into an abondoned plot as you sat down on a short, wooden stool.

"What are you even drinking you bitch? Get!" The man rapidly approached you. Where was Sam? What was all of this.

The old man went to yank you but Sam suddenly appeared with a tight grip on him.

It looked like Sam, but it didn't at the same time. His mood was completely changed.

"Where the fuck did you come from? Let go of me or I'm calling the damn poli-!" And the threat never came threw. Sam swiped at his chest, which caused a slight glow before the man fell to his knees, foam pouring out his mouth.

"Sam? What did you just do..?" You backed up from him and 'Sam' turned to you all too cheerfully.

"What I had to do, dearest." He spoke joyfully. He turned to you, blood dripping down his hand.

Then, he seemed to melt. Black curls and blue eyes were no more as it was replaced with something else. He reminded you of a moth, shifting out of this skin to become something unrecognizable. He seemed to glow, and long feathered hair seemed to grow. He was pale and his hair was a pure white besides his black roots. His eyes were completely black as well and when he smiled you felt your heart jump at the sight of his insanely sharp teeth.

Leathered black wings lifted behind him and the clothes he once wore had been replaced by tattered white robes that looked as if they were burnt. The tips of his hands and feet were in a grey hue.

He smiled as he approached you. A predatory like grin etched across his face and you felt the hairs on your body stand.

"Well, now you see me in all my glory, my Eden." You backed up. His eyes were focused on you. "That 'Sam' is nothing but a mere disguise, so I can show my affection for you in front of humans. Well, I wouldn't mind letting them know the true me if it means they know to not get near you."

His presence was overwhelming as he towered over you, his tattered robe pulling behind him.

"You killed him, you, you, you." You didn't know what to say beside hope it's all a dream. "Why?" You cried out.

"Oh, you dont want to know the things I have done in your name." He giggled. "You're who I place my whole and only devotion to. The only one I love and worship. Ever since I was "assigned" to you, I knew we were connected. Well." He chuckled.

"Not technically "assigned". I had to get rid of your previous Guardian before I could." You tried to push him off but before you knew, he engulfed you completely.

"My eden, do you know how hard the fall for me was?" He touched your cheek and pushed his head against your temple. "But for you, I'd do it every day if it meant being able to touch you. To even wash your feet would be a sacred duty to me."

You feel tears starting again as he holds you closer. "I need to be in your skin, but until then, this will do."

"You can't do this, you monster." You sobbed out.

"At least say my name, my Eden, please say Saleos for me." He almost near begged before laughing haughtily. You glared up at him.

"Say what you will, but you won't be able to escape me, I will follow you." His fingers grabbed your chin as he stared down onto your lips and pressed them against yours.

Even despite his huge size and sharp teeth, he was gentle. You tried pushing him off but he just gripped onto your clothes. He held you close and as if you would dissappear.

"Not even death can hold us apart."

....

A/N: As much as I love writing for Hewu'itan, I decided to mix it up a bit! (I have a draft for him almost completed) I hope you enjoy Saleos and if you like him enough, I'll write more about him.

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ANON: Hey I just love your Na’vi OC I would love to see you create something where he tries to teach the reader how to hunt and survive on Pandora. Maybe have a cute bonding moment where she almost get hurt. 💗💗💗

A/N: Slight Imprisonment, Dark Themes, Yandere Behavior, Stockholm Syndrome, Na'Vi OC x Reader

Your breath is unsteady as you clutch onto the map, this is your only way out of this jungle. You don't know if Hewu'itan is back home now, just realizing you left. It was on him for leaving those vines out which helped you climb down the tall tree he had kept you prisoner in.

Hewu'itan wasn't mean to you during your stay, in fact, he was quite the opposite, but you wanted back home. You can't stay on Pandora, you want back home at Earth. Instead of running, you opted to carefully follow the map. You stayed low to the ground, next to the bushes and forage instead of the more open parts of the jungle.

As still as you feel you are moving, your breathe is raggedy. You had no weapon to defend yourself against any predator, and no skills to really run or hide if Hewu'itan decides to just show up.

The moons in the sky are about to arise from the death of the sun. You are on limited time and light it so seems.

The makeshift sandals that Hewu'itan gave you are started to untie themselves, and you have no idea how he knotted them to stay. You sat down next to a fallen log, leaning against it. This place was not meant for you, you felt like a pet that ran from home and is suffering from the consequences. A tear slipped down, stupid you, tripping over your own feet in an unknown jungle with a half torn map.

You wiped your mask from the grime using a piece of clothe that barely covered your chest. You tried to steady your breathes, it'll be fine, you'll be home soon. Get into your own clothes, take a hot bath, and take a one way ticket out of this program.

Getting back on your feet with the badly knotted shoes, you continued on.

You were far from the place he kept you in, you would be fine with just walking and not running hopefully. It would lower your noises, too.

You raised the map higher to the sky, you need to get the last glimpses of sun so you can see the map. And a arrow whizzed through the air, through your map, and planted on the tree in front of its path.

Your fingers grasped onto nothing and you felt yourself still. The map torn to shreds sitting helplessly in front of you.

In the corner of your eye, you swore you could have seen a startling blue, and your head could only scream one word: run. You never felt this much adrenaline since you were running from that Thanator during your first expedition.

You throat felt dry and you felt like breaking down, but your legs kept moving. You were so close to being free you can't stop now. You jumped over hedges and fallen debris in the forrest, pushing yourself from trees to try to give you a boost.

You felt a tear slip down, no, no, you're not going to let Hewu'itan scare you like this. You tried to run to the side, only to see the large expanse of a steep mountain side by you.

You had one direction, and you narrowed your eyes and ran as fast as you could. One foot after the other, just keep running. You didn't register how your feet weren't making contact with the ground as you were wrapped in such alarmingly long arms.

Your eyes gazed back into Hewu'itan's. He looked down with an unreadable expression. The mask covering any mouth movements he could have made.

Say something, you urged yourself, but all you felt was a hollow feeling of disappointment. Hewu'itan slowly unlatched his mask, and you could see the downturned expression of his face. Disappointment, fear, relief. Yet he hugged you tighter.

"If I couldn't find you, I wouldn't be able to live knowing that I allowed my mate to get into such a fate." Hewu'itan brushed his fingers against your back. Such forgiveness, did you deserve him? You cluthed onto him, grasping onto any part of him within reach.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't know what I was thinking." You begged into the locks braided hair.

"I am impressed by how well you managed without me, perhaps I underestimated your ability here." Hewu'itan softly cradled you.

"Perhaps I have been unjust. If seeing more of my home is what you want, I'll let you accompany on some of my duties. Just in case you know how to handle yourself in case any emergency may arise." Hewu'itan replied, heavy in thought.

"I don't deserve that, I haven't been good to you..." You cried into his shoulder blade. "Don't worry." Hewu'itan rubbed circles on your cheeks comforting. "I'll just make sure you never leave my side."

Was that terror in the pit of your stomach, or the birth of new feelings Hewu'itan?

You didn't want to think about such things, your feelings were complicated enough. All you needed to think about was how comforting Hewu'itan arms felt, and how stable he made you feel.

Hewu'itan glanced down at your glassy eyes and smiled. "You truly are a sight to behold." His nose rubbed against the side of your head. "And you are all mine."

-Cole

(A/N: Sorry for late post, I have a bunch of drafts but because of recent college, work, and friend troubles, it’s been tough. I got back to writing, and it’s helped me. Got some more Hewu’itan content coming including a sketch so you can better visualize him.)

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Hi there miss author 💜 how are you?? I hope you are feeling well :) I was wondering if you still wrote for your Na’vi OC? If not that’s totally okay

I'm doing alright. And yes, I do still write for him! My requests are open and you all can request something about him if you'd like :)

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ANON: notSFW of the octavinelle boys??

Warnings: Yandere/Unhealthy Relationships(Don't Really Mention Yandere Behaviors that much but it's implied), Established Relationships, Characters/Reader are Eighteen Or Above/Aged to 3rd Years, Dubious, No Gender Specific Pronouns but Implied AFAB Body, Body Issues (Azul), Slight Blood, Slight Monster, Established Relationship

A/N: I posted this months ago but it never showed up, and I finally found why. I'll posting this one more time to see how it'll go.

Azul Ashengrotto:

- On the outside, he's so calculating and suave. Seemingly perfect charisma as well. Azul is a gentleman (to an extent) and the ringleader of his dorm. He tries so, so hard to seem cool to you as well. But whenever you lean into his chest or hold his hand back tight with reassurance, he hopes you can't see his blush or the light fog blinding his glasses.

-Little do people know he whimpers and jerks himself off to the thought of you. He imagines you bent over the sofa in his office whining for his touch. He'd love to caress every corner of your body and to utterly drown himself into you.

- Sure, he has you in his completely in his hold, but he can't help but blush at your body. So perfect in comparison to his. Although obsessive, he does want you to yearn back for him sexually to help out his confidence.

- Azul really hopes you make the first move, but he tries to seduce you. He'll leave his hand on your thigh for too long and a little too high up. He'll let his hands linger on your hips whenever he goes in to hug you. Whenever he goes to kiss you, he starts at the neck first before going up to reach your lips. That was the tipping point as he heard you whimper in response.

‘"Now he's a mess. He didn't even expect to get this far finally, but he's not going to back down from this. He pushes you against the back of the door, locking it as he hikes your leg onto his hip as his hands greedily grab you.Azul's gloved hands roam over your body, one hand slipping under your shirt to feel your chest as his other hand grips your thigh. You feel so dazed as his tongue slips into your mouth, and his erection presses against you. Azul's heart beats faster, and he hopes you cant feel the anxiety radiating off of him. He didn't expect to take you here and now, yet hands button down your shirt. You can hear the light buzz of the restaurant going on outside this door, but you don't care. You need Azul in you just as much as he needs to be inside you."’

- Azul loves to explore your body during sex. He loves to have you completely naked as he retains his clothes on. Very seldom will you find him naked is when he is in his octopus form, and that'll take a lot of reassurance in the first place.

- However, when you finally get to have sex with him in that form, his tentacles will wrap around you and pleasure you from almost every angle. Azul really, really loves pleasuring you.

- He really tries hard to be dominant, but he wants you to take the reigns at times. He loves nothing more than praise (degradation is off limits for obvious reasons) as you tell him how good he makes you feel.

- He tries to be prepared, lube, condoms, pills, but he does love going raw. Finishing inside you and seeing his cum leak down really does cause him to skip a heartbeat.

- Aftercare? He is really good at it. He'll help make you a bath and get anything you need. He'll lay down next to you and tell you sweet nothings (please reassure him back you love him just as much.)

Jade Leech:

- He follows your body with a predatory gaze, seeing how your clothes hug onto your body and tighten in certain areas.

- But the difference with Jade is that he will make the first move. Once he has roped you into the relationship, he'll get you on your knees in a matter of time.

- He won't even try to hide his lust for you. He'll tease you. Pushing you against the wall with his lips tingling your collarbone only to pull away, lifting your chin up to his face to watch you gaze up at him.

- Jade doesn't even want others to look at you. Once the two of you finally have sex together for the first time, his libido spikes. He loves it when you cockwarm him, quickies between classes and job shifts, or taking you somewhere hopefully no one will see. In his mind, he has to breed you. How will everyone know you're his human?

‘A slight tear goes down your face as Jade kisses up and down your neck, red marks left behind. His hands creep down your your underwear and his hand slips between your wet folds. Your back leans against his chest as you moan wantingly. Class has already started, but the only thing on your mind is his fingers inside you, pumping in and out. Your legs begin to shake and Jade leans your body against him as the two of you slide down to the floor, your legs still shaking. "Don't hold back your moans, I want everyone to know you're mine." Jade's hand leaves your hole and he licks his fingers as he unzips his pants.”’

- A fantasy of Jades is having a remote controlled vibrator and seeing you struggle to act normally around in public. And all he does is smirk as you beg him to slow it down in a light whispers.

- A fan of predator/prey!! He prefers to stealthily chase after you in the water. He'll give you warning signs that he's close which prompts you to swim faster. Jade could honestly get you within seconds, but you look so helpless! It arouses him around the fact that he could do anything he wants and you'll be powerless. He'll decide when he's had enough and soon he'll have you bouncing on his dick.

- Jade does have lube on hand, but condoms? What's the point in them if he plans to knock you up anyways? Making you carry his child will just make you be more dependent on him and lessen the chance of escape!

- Which means, any position that allows him to thrust in deeper. Missionary position, breeding press, legs on shoulder, etc. Although he loves quickies, he loves these sessions more. Overly stuffing your cunt with his leeking cum makes him finger all of it back inside.

-He also loves fingering you in semi-public too. He gets off how easily he knows your body to get the specific reactions he wants. All while wearing that sharp, slightly drooling grin.

- He has more stamina than you, so he loves to see how worn out you get after. Your shallow breathes as he leans you against his chest. He may be a yandere, but he wants you to get the care you deserve (as long as you cooperate of course). He'll give you a bath and even clean your tired body (which may or may not lead to more sex). But just let the eel take care of you. Its better to just go along with what he says, you don't want to see him truly angry.

Floyd Leech:

-Floyd, for lack of better words, is unhinged. There's nothing he loves more than his little shrimpy laying naked underneath him. Even if he can't properly convey how much he loves your body, he pays such special attention to every curve or corner. Marking every part with his bites. Yes, it'll sting but he'll make sure to kiss your bruises better.

-Speaking of which, he'll always see you as little compared to him no matter what. Even if you're on the chubby scale, no need need to be insecure! You are perfect in all shapes and form. Your body constantly gets him riled up.

- There's no beating around the bush for Floyd, he'll straight up tell you "Shrimpyy, lets play~" or "I want you so bad." Most the times he'll whisper it in your ear to get a reaction out of you, but he doesn't mind saying it out loud either.

- He also has such an oral fixation for you. He loves eating you out, tasting you. Licking the juices off your thighs and off his fingers when he's done fingering your hole.

‘“F-Floyd...No more." Tears go down your face as your body reaches your next climax. Fuck, where does all his stamina come from? His hands grip down on the meat of your thighs as he fucks himself deeper inside you. "Shrimpy, you know I can't do that~ You feel too good!" Floyd pants out as his eyes gaze at you in a mix of lust and obsession. There's already a pile of cum dripping from underneath the both of you. His hips pick up pace as you grip onto his wrinkled blazer, moaning out loud again as your orgasm follows as Floyd packs more of his cum inside you. His head rests against your shoulder for a few seconds. Then, you feel his thrusts start up again.’

- Floyd doesn't really want to wear a condom. Nothing feels better than your walla squeezing down on him. Besides, he wouldn't mind a few little shrimpies running around through the house. - Although he does love to fuck you for hours in a secluded room from everyone else, nothing gets his blood pumping like quickies. He'll find a place that'll let him to be balls deep inside you.

- He really likes having sex in his eel form dark at night. His predator/prey kicks in by tenfolds. Even more if you're not the best in the swimming area. Even in a shallow area he'll dissappear in the water. You freak out a bit, feeling random touches on your thigh even if you know it's him. You try to swim away but he pulls you back. He'll slip you under water and his eyes can glow in the water as he watches you hungrily. As soon as you emerge back for air, he loses his control as he tries to breed you full.

-In terms of aftercare, he could be better. After sex, he prefers to just latch onto you. What do you mean you need to use the bathroom? Fine, but you better come back soon! Wait did he hear you turn on the shower? Suddenly, he's glued to your back as he enjoys the warm water and your skin. But as soon as you step out the shower in a towel, back to bed you go.

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-cole.

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You write for Genshin? Who do you like writing for?

Yes I do, I am a bit behind on some of the characters like the ones from Sumeru and some of the Fatui, but I do write for most of the cast! I particularly like writing about the archon and fatui.

-cole

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CREEPYPASTA DRABBLES

CW: Serial Killers, Yandere Content, (Forced) Established Relationships, Self-Esteem Issues, Hollywood-ized Disorders, Descriptions of Blood and General Violence, Stockholm Syndrome, Some Implied Bits But It Doesn't Go Far, May Be Ooc?, All characters and reader is 18 and above

A/N: I wrote some HC's of these fellas in like the prime of quarantine era. Nostalgia hit so these are losely connected to those HC's.

Jeff The Killer:

The bed is cold and hard surrounded by four dark walls. From your spot on the bed, you can see the glimmer of the pale moonlight that reflects off the steel bars in the windowsill.

The mansion is relatively quiet at night, as it's the time most it's inhabitants are out for their nightly sprees, Jeff included. This is the only time you get some amount of free time to yourself, but you rather sleep the entire time so you can properly deal with Jeff when he gets back. Tossing and turning doesn't help the ounce of anxiety that lays in the bottom of your stomach. What were you scared of? The door is locked to keep you safe from the others, even though they know not to even try, and you dont have to worry about Jeff breathing over your neck as you try to rest.

Wait, were you scared for him?

No, no, no. You are not going to get yourself flustered over how your captor may get a fucking bruise while he's out slaughtering. He'll be fine, and you shouldn't give a shit about him.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...Anything to get your mind to stop from racing. And your eyes finally feel heavy as previous nights with little hours of sleep finally push you to slumber. The bed dips, and you're unaware of what time it is. Then a cool, splatter of something hits your check.

You crack open an eye and see Jeff hovered over you, his beloved knife is nowhere to be seen and his hands are gripping his jeans tightly. His sullen blue eyes stare into your figure, and there's blood covering his hoodie, with some splashed on his face.

"Jeff, why are you..." You begin and you see him snap out of it.

"I can stare at you if I fucking want to. Your ass was kidnapped for a reason." He snaps out.

"I never said you couldn't, did I?" You say leaning up and seeing the newly soaked blood-red sheets. Shit, you'll have to wash that out later.

"Stay being a smartass and your blood will get on me next." Jeff threatens. You flinch slightly, but you grab the edge of the bedsheet and raise it up to Jeff. He looks at you puzzingly before you wipe the blood off of him on one cheek before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek. If it wasn't for what happened next, you could have sworn you saw his cheek grow pink.

Jeff grabs you by the hips towards him and presses his lips onto yours so fast you yelped. His hands moved over your body feverishly, and you could barely keep up with his movements due to the grogginess from just waking up.

Almost too quick, he pulls away as he askes in a hushed voiced. "Why, why did you never even contact me when I left that hospital?" He grits his teeth. "I thought we had something, but you, you changed. Do you even like me? Or is this all some bullshit act and-" You gripped his face and pushed yourself onto him. Your hands felt wet with blood, but you rather deal with that then his outburst.

Your lips connected to his.

The first time you initiated a kiss with him. If he was still a schoolboy, he would have been giggling and kicking his feet in happiness. But that was years ago, and he wants more.

Apart of you wants to think you're doing this to surivive, but another part of you is enjoying this.

You lean back for just a moment, parting from his permanent-smile. "You know how much I care about you, I was just scared of change."

Jeff moves you closer onto his lap, his arms around yours pulled as close as possible. "You know I'll follow you anywhere. If you even leave the room, I'll be there. You try to leave the mansion, I'll be there. Even in death, you will still find me, so don't even fucking try."

And Jeffery consumes you entirely again.

Slenderman:

The clock ticks in the background softly as you sit stiffly on the sofa. The normal red velvet plush would feel soothing, but as your heartbeat hammers faster, it feels like it's pricking into your skin. You don't even dare to move an inch as you could feel the proxies staring at you.

You can see Hoodie, his red eyes downcast as you look up to him, nervously fumbling his yellow strings of his jacket. His legs stay crossed on the floor of the room. Toby passes the room, from bookshelf to the window, nervously scratching down on his arms through the sleeves. You can fairly hear him repeated whisper "Oh, n-no, no, no, no..."

But Jeff, he sits on the couch right across from yours, his glare is intimidating and piercing. Despite him being far from you, you could feel his knife being edged closer to your neck. Move even an inch, and your neck is slit bleeding on the ground.

Masky comes back in his face, or mask, devoid of any emotion. "I was able to reach him. Boss should be back any moment now." Masky goes to look out the window.

"F-Fuck, we fucked up! No, n-no, what do you think he'll do to us? We just had to watch them and we me-messed that up!" Toby stutters, his scratching more feverous and you can see the seams of his jacket rip open.

"For someone SO paranoid, you forgot to check the locks to Slender's room!" Jeff gets up with a quickness, his knife pointed at Toby.

"Y-You shouldn't have dumped all responsibility onto me, ha-have you thought of that?!"

"Do you even think, you fucking cunt?" Jeff laughs. "I mean, can you even get a sentence out right?"

Toby goes to launch at him, axes drawn but Hoodie pulls him back.

You screech and jump back, knocking the couch over in the process. Your head gets hit on the wooden floor as you hear hushed voices. What once was chaotic, went eerily still.

You feel inky black tendrils climb over your body, and the distance from you and the floor grows.

Despite being slightly dizzy, you can feel yourself pressed against a silky smooth tuxedo. You can hear a cluster of voices, all speaking and tumbling over eachother as they rush to speak. A deep voice, almost static booms from the rest, finally bringing you back to your senses.

A pure white hand grabs the side of your face, lifting up slightly to gase at a blank slate.  "As long as they remain unharmed, make sure this does not happen again. Do your best to make sure there's no more escape attempts." Slenderman speaks again. "

"What if some other creature got to them before you or I could?" He grows tense, and the air fills with static. "You all would be dead where you stand."

That fucking static, the one that warningly rung through your ears before being kidnapped. The proxies react by gripping their hands tight and gritting their teeth, trying to endure. Not you. Fuck that. Your head that was once soothingly placed against his silk tux ripped away from him as you pushed yourself away from his body. You collapsed to the floor before clambering away from Slenderman, one hand pushing yourself up while the other was grasping the side of your head.

You ran for the door unsteadily shifting side to side as your hand reached out for the knob. Inky tendrils wrapped around your legs up to your thighs before being pulled up, but not hitting the ground. The static came to a halt.

"Leave us be." Slenderman had you gripped into his arms once more as he started at the still shaken killers. "I said, NOW." His mouth unlatched, ropes of white were the last bits holding it together.

One by one, they left in a hurry, Hoodie running down a hall, Masky hurrying to the basement, and Jeff jumping through a window.

Slenderman sat down on the couch with you tucked into his arms, grazing your cheek with a pure white hand. "I wish to not harm you, little one, but you can not attempt these stunts." His head leans against yours and even though he has no eyes, you can still feel them gaze into your eyes.

"I just, believe, that I was getting cabin fever. Could you please take me out? It could just be us both."

"Well, that may be sooner than we both think. You see, I was able to contact a man who is an excellent artist. I wish to have a portrait of us together to hang in the hallway." He lifts and hand and brings it to his "mouth" for a mock kiss.

A doll for him, that's what you feel like. "Sounds lovely." And you force a smile at him.

Ticci Toby:

He was shaking hard in your grasp. The ripped magazine is torn to shreds with an axe dead center in it, that poor model in the front didn't know what was coming. All you can do is hug him tight as he sobs into your shoulder.

"Why w-were you looking at him..Does he have some-something I don't..?!" Toby stutters out as he grips hard into your ribs.

"Toby, no, I was looking at the recipe catalogue." You combed your fingers through his brown hair.

"Sure, I be-bet you think I'm ugly, and you wo-would rather be with someone normal." He pushes you off of him and grabs his other hatch, slamming it down on the already ruined magazine. You see the splinters rise with each hit of his axe, and you're almost at a lost for words.

There's a bigger hole beginning to form, but you're too scared that if you try to stop him, that axe will be going in you. You're able to usually help ground him, but now, you're scared. You scoot back from him, and you can't help but let frustrated droplets go down your face.

What could you even do to make him stop? The hacking stops and Toby turns to you. Despite his goggles, you can see a cascade of tears beneath them.

You shake but open your arms to beckon him to you. He wastes not a second, almost tripping on his feet as his weapons drop and he clings himself back on you.

You nudge the backstrap of his goggles off as he arms remain firmly planted on the sides of your body. You slowly and gently place quick kisses on his eyelids. Your fingers gently hook on his mask and tug them down. Both items fall to the ground with a tiny thud.

But Toby doesn't seem to mind in the moment. You press more kisses on his face now with the extra room.

"Toby, it's okay. I'm here. I'll always be here for you, okay?" You hug him so tightly but he melts.

"Do you re-really want me?" Toby numbly says. You slowly press him back to clearly look at him. His brown eyes scan over you, quickly growing anxious at the delayed answer.

You smile and kiss him. "Yes, more than anything." You use your sleeve to wipe off the tear stains and kiss them clean.

"I get it, magazines make me insecure too, but they got nothing on you." You cup his cheek and smooth over his scar.

"Why would they ma-make YOU insecure? You're p-perfect." Toby firmly states while leaning into your touch.

"I'll fucking kill those models for you if you ask." Toby stares at you, genuine and sure in his tone.

"No, no, lets just clean ourselves up, yeah?" You stand up, but his arms still try to hold on before dropping down. His brown eyes still gazing up at your figure.

You walk to the connected bathroom and turn on the shower. Thank whatever entity Slenderman was to know that even if they're his serial Killers, some of them were human (mostly) and needed basic hygiene.

You let it run as you help Toby up and his face grows warm. "Together..?"

"We won't do anything you don't want to do." You smile and take off your clothes.

"I'll be in the shower when you're ready." The water was warm enough and it wasn't long before you felt Toby behind you, slightly shaking.

"Can you ju-just hold me please?" He asks, the water droplets hitting his pale body and flattening his brown curls.

The steam in the bathroom filters out the cracks and fogging the mirrors. Your body sits on the floor of the shower with him, your body pressed to his back, holding him as close as possible so he doesn't break into another outburst.

For once it feels like, Toby's mind feels clear as he snuggles back into your body.

...

~Cole.

[festering-obsession]

I know I haven't posted anything in a good bit, but I do have a few writings in the making!! Right now, I'm halfway finished with some spicy fics of Jamil and Vil (separately), a slightly spicy comfort with Hewu'itan (my Na'vi oc), and possible yandere creepypasta drabbles! Stay tuned!!

And also, yes, my requests are open. :)

-Cole