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bunnykoibito · 5 months ago

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I'm yours, right?

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droaxa · 10 months ago

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✧ tags: yandere cheater x reader, angst, yandere, nsfw content

✧ warnings: obsessive yandere behavior, stalking, nsfw content, cheating, angst, creep behavior, jealousy, grabbing, sexual acts

✧ a/n: you guys wanted both the yan royalty and yan cheater so imma do both ‼️ i’ll post the royalty one later cause you guys are in for a treat

not proofread but enjoy! (ty for the love on the last post as well <3)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

cheater bf who sleeps with your friends behind your back. it’s not like you were anything special anyway, he just tolerated you so he could get closer to some real women

cheater bf who makes you beg for the bare minimum: giving you his jacket, holding your hand during a scary movie, etc etc but does all those things for your friends with a charming smile

cheater bf who says you’re overreacting after he holds your friends hand during a scary movie instead of yours

“hey don’t be selfish, poor girl looked like she was gonna cry. what kinda friend are you?”

you miss the way his fingers trailed up her thighs halfway through the movie when you squeeze your eyes shut. terrified of the unfolding movie scene as your bf comforts another girl

cheater bf who has fucked your roommate in your dorm room bed. oh you’re asking why they look sweaty and tired? they were trying to move your bed cause she dropped something behind it ofc.

cheater bf who finally gets caught a year into your relationship after you walk in on him mid-thrust into your ‘friend’ after they both excused themselves to the bathroom during your hangout.

cheater bf who zips up his pants and runs after a sobbing you to explain but stops half way, what was there to explain anyway? you would be heartbroken yes, but he had got what he wanted didn’t he? ignoring the dull tug on his heart he returns to his dorm

ex bf who throws himself on his bed while thinking about you. finally he picks up the lingering sent of you on his bed and various items that belong to your littered across the room. little gifts to him and cards wishing him happiness. maybe you’d become more intertwined in his life than he thought

ex bf that drops your stuff at your new dorm in a cardboard box, unluckily for you, you open it at the same time and are left staring at each other. like a cat you quickly dart out, grab the box, and retreat after locking the door can’t you just look at him once?

ex bf who feels empty after your breakup, he misses your cooking, your nagging for him to take care of himself, your smiles. fuck. what was the point of being free to fuck whoever he wanted if all he could imagine was you?

ex bf who stalks your socials, irritated that you removed him from your posts and blocked him on everything. and one day when he’s on his burner stalking you, a new story pops up. it’s innocent enough, a picture of you at dinner with a small caption “dinner out”, but then he notices the masculine hand on the table across from you wearing a watch not quite made for a woman.

his blood is boiling. you’re his. his girl.

yandere cheater who scours his room for anything that reminds him of you, finally finding a shirt in the back of his closet that he didn’t find earlier. suffocating his face with the soft fabric, moaning as he sniffed the garment

yandere cheater who hurriedly ruts into his hand as he hold the fabric up to his nose, cock leaking as he fucks his hand to your scent. he cums hard, harder than he had with any of your bimbo ‘friends’

yandere cheater who finally realized what he was missing: you. he caves in and incessantly messages and calls you, showing up at your door to win back your love.

yandere cheater who grows tired, he’s always been impatient. he knows what he did was wrong, especially to an angel like you but everyone deserves a second chance right? after all you were his soulmate

yandere cheater who shows up at a cafe you’re at and sits across from you like nothing is wrong. when you get up to leave, he forces you back into the seat. whispering in your ear to not make a scene. pulling out his phone he reveals intimate pictures of you from your relationship.

“it would be a darn shame if anyone saw these hm? your poor mom would be so disappointed that her dear daughter was just passing these around”

your eyes widen and you beg him to delete them, you’ll do anything!

“just come back to me and all these will be gone”

he grins, to wide to be kind. he wouldn’t send them out anyway. your body was his alone to see. but fuck did it have a effect on you, your big eyes fill with caution.

“please there must be-“ he cuts you off.

“there’s no other way than back to me sweets”

once you shakily get up, he throws his arm over your shoulder, keeping you pinned to his side as you both leave the coffee shop. your hot coffee long forgotten on the table as the chilly air hits your faces. your body further fills with despair as you pass the ally next to the shop, spotting the date you were going to meet. face bloodied and body limp against the red brick.

your ex was always far stronger than you, far stronger than anyone else you had met too. his dedication to martial arts was one of the things that had drawn you to him. but now, his vice grip on you as he guides you to his car isn’t to prove his strength to protect you. it’s to intimidate you into giving in to him

and if you didn’t, there would be consequences.

#yandere #yandere cheater #yandere ex #yandere x reader #ex x reader #cheater x reader #angst #obbsession #x reader #female reader #y/n #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x you #jealousy

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tinlune · 2 months ago

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Obsessive Ex! Rin Showing up on your Doorstep

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He loves you. Why can’t you see that? He broke his carefully curated routine for you. He missed out on valuable soccer practice for you. He lost precious sleep over you.

So now he’s here. Standing at your door with your favorite food in a take out container and your favorite sweater of his. Coming back to you for a second chance, like the male lead in those rom coms you like. Standing in the oppressive heat just for a chance.

He knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Thrice. And he kept going. He’ll be here for as long as it takes for you to open the door.

What do you want from him? What would it take for you to give him a second chance? Honeyed promises, swears to be better? He’d do it for you.

He stopped knocking for a few minutes to give his poor hand a rest but then he heard it. Soft footsteps padding closer to the door. His heartbeat picked up, thudding so loud in his ears he feared you might hear, not unlike the rush he got during a high stakes game.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself for the interaction soon to come. The door unlocks and there you are, so mussed. So unkempt. It only makes you look more adorable to him.

“Rin?” The way you say his name makes his mind spiral.

“It's me (First Name)”. He sounds decidedly less like his cold self, more unravelled. He takes a step forward, closer to you. “I missed you.” His mind combs over your appearance, fixating on the small differences. Your eyes were puffy. Your voice was scratchy. You’re wearing your at home clothes, the loose ones you like so much. You’ve been crying and you’re clearly still upset. It both worries him and brings him a sick sense of satisfaction that you still care so much. You’ve always been like that though. Sweet. Emotional.

You take a step back and his heart feels like it just dropped into his stomach. “We broke up. Its final.”

This isn’t happening. It can’t be. He thought you just needed some space and he gave you that but he didn’t think you were serious.

“We have our own issues and I think it would be better for us to be apart.”

“But don’t I get a say in this too? You weren’t the only one in this relationship.” Your words hurt more than if he snapped his ankle and he was reeling, desperate to find a hold to latch onto. Anything to keep him from falling into the abyss that is his emotions.

“Its over. I know its hard for you to accept but it is and its time for you to move on.”

How could he move on? You were, no are, the only romantic love he has even known. How could he ever let another into his heart, behind the walls he had built up so high and sealed for tight, when you already saw the whole him and loved him nevertheless. Loved. Past tense.

“Is there really nothing I could do?” He’s desperate, the words are whispered as if they never meant to leave the confines of his mind.

And then you turn your back on him and land the final crushing blow. “No.”

He truly thinks the past has come to haunt him. Was this some cruel divine punishment for every time he’s been snarky or rude or downright cruel with his words? He would take it all back if he could. Please. Just come back.

But deep in his mind, another thought stirs, born of his twisted desires. A rough plan began to lay itself out, not unlike his mind when thinking about soccer strategies. He would have you back in time.

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ink-stainedkiss · 3 months ago

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Tiger Hybrid Sukuna Headcannons

A/N: I loved this one so much, because we all need a bit of cute Sukuna in our lives 🙂‍↕️ I also liked this because i live for fantasy/hybrid au’s

Tiger!Sukuna who shocked his entire village by letting a mere woman stand beside him as his equal. He was a powerful figure, one that had slaughtered his very people, but somehow he didn’t slice your head off for getting near him. He never had an owner and never will, the idea was laughable to the King, so when he met you, he did the next best thing: made you his wife. Though some people in the town believe you do own him from the way he listens to your every need.

Tiger!Sukuna who can never admit the fact he has cat-like tendencies. (it’s not like he had tiger ears and a tail) You notice when he is annoyed his tail puffs up like the hair of a cat when they are fighting. You have heard many hisses and growls leave his lips when he hears something he doesn’t like. Not to mention he sleeps like a rock. There were times you would lift up his arm or push his head back and forth and it looked like he had passed in his sleep. You weren’t sure why he tried to hide his true nature, because you made it clear you loved how cute he could be.

“I am not cute.” Sukuna spit, acting like the word tasted bitter. Sukuna was a ruthless King, one that was known for slaughtering anyone who disrespected him, but obviously he tolerated you more than them. As much as he denied your compliments, it didn’t help that his orange tail flicked back and forth in exasperation.

Your eyes sparkled at the sight and you leaned against his large arms,”Would beautiful be a better word?” Sukuna grumbled, completely over your consistent pestering,”Or how about majestic? Maybe just handsome.”

“I prefer none of the options.” You frowned at his words,”Fine, then maybe something like fierce or-“ Just as you were about to continue, you felt a strong rope tie around your waist and lift you from the ground. You yelped but your sounds were muted as lips were pressed against yours. You immediately knew who’s lips they were, since you had been kissing them for years. It hit you once you closed your eyes and placed both of your hands on your husband's face that he had used his fluffy tail to yank you from the ground and shut you up.

A strong arm wrapped under your thighs and the others kept you steady since peking carried by Sukuna was like climbing a tree. The kiss was slow and meaningful. Once you pulled away, Sukuna showed you a soft smile, something only a select few have seen,”I would rather you just call me ‘My love’. “ You giggled softly, placing more gentle kisses on his face.

“What ever you request, My love.”

Tiger!Sukuna who knew you admired his sharp canines. He had caught you multiple times staring when he was cleaning them and since you were so bold, you stated multiple times you found his fangs fascinating. It might be a feline instinct, but after “”hearing these notions, Sukuna can’t seem to get his teeth off of you. When the two of you are alone, he strolls behind you as you get ready for bed and sinks his incisors into your shoulder. He holds you in place with his arms, smirking against your skin as you squirm slightly. Finally, he realizes his hold and the bite mark is evident, as was the large hickey he gave you. In some way, Sukuna enjoys marking you as if his people needed to know you belonged to him.

Tiger!Sukuna who always has his eyes on you. His gaze was naturally harsh, the slits of his pupils acting like knives the way they cut through everyone and focused on you. No matter where the two of you roam, parties, meetings, or just around the estate, you can always feel him watching your every move. During galas when you both had to attend, Sukunas stare made you feel like the innocent prey he would pounce on if you got close. (That’s sorta the case when the night is finally over)

Tiger!Sukuna who is a completely different person when alone with you. The sternness in his eyes fades away and he always finds his way into your arms. You knew about his past and childhood, something so sacred that you would never share with another. It was a shock he even let you hear it, but it was a sign of just how much he loved you. In his mind, you are the only one that would stay with him even after the things he’s done. You were his safe haven, something he never thought he had. It was foreign for Sukuna to find comfort in anything, let alone anyone. So during the long nights when the only sound is the trilling of the bugs and your soft breathing, Sukuna lays on your chest, the horrors of his world disappearing, and you caress his pink hair softly. The action is so small but it causes the King to purr. His chest rumbles on your stomach and you watch lovingly as his ears twitch.

Tiger!Sukuna who may be a bloodthirsty animal and cruel ruler, but he would never think of laying a hand on you. You were his saving grace. An angel that saw light amongst his inky soul. You were hopelessly in love with him and Sukuna knew he worshiped the ground you walked on. It was out of character, but love does crazy things to a person.

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it was a perfect match

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insidekatmind · 5 months ago

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The Fascination with Tattoos~Levi Colwill

A minute of silence to appreciate him and his tattoos!

Your gaze is lost on Levi's arm, as it happens far too often. You’re both sitting on the couch at home, enjoying a quiet evening after a long day. He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt, leaving his tattoos clearly visible as they wind along his muscular arm. Each line seems to tell a story, each design captures your attention. You can’t look away, and when you realize it, he’s already watching you with that mischievous smile that always makes you blush.

"Do you like what you see, love?" he asks, his voice warm and tinged with amused curiosity.

You quickly avert your gaze, embarrassed, trying to mask the heat rising to your cheeks. "I was just... thinking about what to cook tomorrow," you lie awkwardly.

Levi chuckles, leaning a little closer. "Sure, sure. So why were you staring at my arm for at least five minutes?"

You sigh, knowing you can’t escape his observation. "It’s just that... your tattoos are so beautiful. I can’t help but look at them."

He leans in even closer, propping his elbow on the back of the couch, his tattooed arm right in front of your face. "Oh, really? Which one’s your favorite?"

You bite your lip, hesitating. "The one with the roses. It’s so detailed, it almost looks real."

Levi raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your answer. "The roses, huh? I didn’t think you were into flowers."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "I’m romantic, didn’t you know?"

"I know very well," he replies, leaning even closer. His arm is now practically under your nose, and you can feel the warmth of his skin. "Do you want to touch it?"

Your heart races, and you look at him with wide eyes. "What?"

He laughs softly, his voice a perfect blend of sweetness and teasing. "I said, do you want to touch it? I know you’re dying to."

You bite your lower lip, but eventually, you give in. Reaching out, you lightly trace the black lines of the tattoo with your fingers. Levi’s skin is warm under your touch, and he watches your every movement closely, as if you’re uncovering a secret.

"You really like it, huh?" he asks in a lower tone, almost whispering.

"I like everything about you," you admit, your voice a bit more confident now. "But the tattoos... they’re fascinating. They say so much about you."

Levi smiles, but there’s something different in his eyes now—a mix of pride and desire. "You know I got them to mark important moments in my life, right? But now, you’re making me want to get another one, just for you."

You look at him, surprised. "For me?"

He nods, his gaze serious but tender. "Yeah. Something that represents you, us. Maybe your name, or something only we’d understand."

Your heart tightens at the thought. "That would be amazing. But are you sure? I don’t want you to get a tattoo just to make me happy."

He takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to. You know how much my tattoos mean to me, and you’re such an important part of my life. Why not celebrate that?"

You look into his eyes, feeling the love behind his words. "Then I want you to choose the design. Something that reminds you of me but also has meaning for you."

Levi smiles, pulling you closer for a kiss that’s sweet yet intense. "You’re incredible, you know that?"

After a few minutes, when you’re both lying on the couch again, he can’t resist teasing you one last time. He lifts his tattooed arm, showing off the details you adore so much. "So... how many times a day do you think about my tattoos?"

You laugh, hiding your face against his chest. "Too many to admit."

He wraps his arms around you, laughing with you. "Perfect, because I want you to keep it that way. And next time, I promise I’ll get something special inked, just for you."

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Temptations

Carlisle Cullen x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Your Carlisle’s mortal wife. As the morning rises you and Carlisle plan to make breakfast together. While the two of you make preparations for breakfast, everything seems fine, until you accidentally slip up with the knife.

!Mostly Fluff!

Warnings: references to sex, praise, slight gore, blood, literally just vampire things, sensual scenes, teasing, heartwarming moments, age-gap, and slight obsession.

The day had broken into a gleaming sunrise. It had peaked through our openly inviting window that laid next to our bed, or really your bed, because Carlisle never slept.

You slowly stirred awake from your slumber as you leaned up and groaned out a stretch. Your sudden awakening had alarmed Carlisle’s sense of hearing and he immediately appeared in your room. Or at least that’s what it looked like to you, he was so quick that to you, you didn’t even see him moving until he arrived at where he needed to be. It almost looked like teleportation to you.

He caressed your shoulder as you slightly jolted. He has startled me, you truly didn’t know how close he was to me in such a little amount of time before he made himself known. He let out a soft, breathy, and quiet snicker as he apologized. “I’m sorry I startled you..my dear..” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder as you rolled over into his arms and smiled.

“Why don’t you just…come in a little slower when you greet me love…” you softly spoke as you went to rub the sleep out of your eyes before you looked up into his now hazel eyes.

“Will do.” He hummed out as he started on another topic. “How did you sleep..?” He gently ran his hands up and down your arms, almost like he craved to feel the warmth of your body. “Good..really good actually.” You ran your hands up into his hair as you watched his eyes slightly narrow and adjust.

“Oh really? How so? Couldn’t be because of the bed could it?” He teased out his words as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “Oh yeah, it’s the bed for sure.” You played along with his tease, but you both knew what you were referring to the night before. He smirked softly at your response.

“Are you hungry?” He spoke with a questioning tone as he leaned up from you. He tried making this question a habit since he knew as a creature himself who didn’t eat much, you were the complete opposite. “I could eat, I usually don’t eat much in the mornings but since you asked I suppose I could.”

You caressed his cheek as you looked up at him before he kissed your forehead and hummed a response. Which made me have a soft tint on your cheeks. “I’d like to cook with you, if you wouldn’t mind.” He let me up from the comforting bed as you crawled out of bed and opened your drawers, pulling out a pair of undergarments. “Of course darling.” He watched me, leaning against the bed as he slowly crossed his arms.

His eyes were definitely on you, you could feel him staring right at you. “In my 300 years of living I don’t think I had ever met such a human as beautiful as you…” he leaned into you as you started to slide your robe on your shoulders.

His words slid into your veins like you had just injected an adrenaline rush. He always had a unique way with his words ever since you had met him. “Oh Carlisle..” You leaned your body against his as you tilted your head to look up into his eyes.

He followed your eyes as he started to try and read your expression. As you leaned into him he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head right into your neck. Which started a fire in him, a fire that he needed to keep under control like he always did when he was around you.

That sweet, sweet, scent of blood was like nectar to them. And being a Cullen, it was a tradition and a truce to stick to an animal based diet. But he wasn’t going to lie and say that being this close to you, feeling my heartbeat, hearing my blood flowing into your body wasn’t the least bit of tempting. Especially since he was so so close. But he knew he wouldn’t do such a thing, especially since he agreed that he would never take someone’s life to turn them into someone like him unless they were underlying dying.

You softly gasped as he dug into your neck, never piercing it, just laying a little pressure against the leanness of your neck. “Carlisle…” You breathed out as you gently dug your hand into his hair, letting off a bit of the pressure.

He immediately groaned into your neck as he backed off and softened his grasp. “Mm. I’m sorry..it’s hard to control myself against you my dear…I’ve never had a mortal women’s blood smell so good..” he placed a soft kiss against the side of your neck as he leaned up and ran a hand up and down your side in a compassionate manner.

His eyes had changed colors, even through his contacts, they were darker. “You know…sometimes I feel guilty that you keep me this way, and the way you torture yourself everytime you’re around me.” You kissed his cheek as you made your way to the kitchen, where he followed you, actually walking with your pace.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about that dear..you know my ideals behind it…” he wrapped an arm around your waist as the both of you moved to the kitchen. “I know, sometimes I wish you’d change those views.” You gave him a sympathetic smile as you looked into the fridge, fresh goods, specifically for you since you were, unfortunately the only human in a house full of vampires.

While you did just that, he went ahead and and made sure the area of the counter was ready for you. Grabbing all the essentials such as knives, a cutting board, and a bowl. “Lord. we haven’t used this kitchen in forever, ever since our first time moving in, we wanted to experiment.” He chuckled as he admired the way you focused on what you needed in the fridge.

In response to his little story you snickered, “experiment?” You questioned as you looked back at him before shutting the fridge and walking closer to him, laying all the ingredients down on the counter. “Well yes, before I bought this house I’d never really experienced a kitchen before so…” You just looked at him with a sweet expression, one with admiration. “I wish I could have gotten to see those expressions.”

He smiled as he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Me too, my love.” A soft blush fell on your face and you moved your eyes to the counter, looking around at all the ingredients. You planned on making a breakfast sandwich, something simple and savory. Your personal favorite.

You started by washing all the veggies and putting the proteins in a pan and onto the stove as he started to cut the vegetables for you. “May I?” You playfully spoke as you watched him. “Always, my dear.” You put the proteins on low and moved closer to him as he backed up. You took the sharp knife from his grasp as he let you take control of the situation. You slightly pressed against the counter as he watched you slowly make cuts in the vegetation.

The way you were cutting though was humanly, slow and steady and he had just snickered and gently took your hand in his. The same hand with the knife. “Here, my dear, let me show you a little something…” as he laid his hand on top of yours, he guided you into a new technique of cutting. This technique was swifter, smoother and overall more beneficial at the end of the day. You had learned the method quicker than he expected as a human and just stood there with a proud smirk on his face. “Atta girl.” You smiled into his words as you continued, “like this?” but as you asked that question you leaned off the trail of the vegetables and sliced right into your finger, immediately dropping the knife on the counter and wincing in pain.

Grabbing your finger, blood started to drip onto the slight damp cutting board and trailing down your finger. As quick as it happened, he gripped your hands together and tensed. As a doctor of many years he was used to this, but in these circumstances, he wasn’t used to you. You were a temptation.

He looked at you with a saddened expression like he could feel what you were feeling. “Jesus my love…let me see it…” You followed his words as you uncovered your bloody hands. The cut was deep and dripping. And the scent was strong, so very strong. He slightly breathed in, almost as to get anything from the scent itself. He was tense and you could feel it.

He felt the way your heartbeat excelled after the accident and the way your blood rushed in adrenal pain. “I’m sorry.” You rushed out before he closed your hands again and held you close. “You don’t need to apologize for an accident, my love.” He turned the stove off and laid his hands on top of yours, taking you immediately into his office. “Just be so very careful next time, okay? Could you imagine how much worse it could’ve been if the family were home?”

He sat you down. “And im so very grateful for that…” You winced softly as he gently pressed against your cut, seeing how deep it really was. “I’m sorry love.” He spoke softly as he examined you. Thankfully enough he didn’t need to do a stitching process since it was deep, but not enough to stitch. He gently pressed on your cut, wiping the blood from your soft, delicate skin.

As he cleaned you up he laid the materials in a, now dirty bowl, watching your every movement and reaction with every little touch. “Almost done..” he softly whispered right against your ear as he disinfected your cut with rubbing alcohol. “It’ll only hurt for a moment my love…” He warned you, and the reaction hit you fast before you held him close, enduring the pain as he whispered sweet words of affirmations into your ears.

As the pain dimmed down he proceeded to wrap your finger and the rest of your hand up in Gauze. Over and over again he made sure the wrap was secure before he gently tilted your chin to look straight at him. Your eyes were slightly wet with tears as he gently kissed your lips. “Oh my sensitive girl…” You wrapped your opposite arm around him as you brought him closer to you. “Carlisle…the way you torture yourself for me…”

he smiled against your forehead. “I wouldn’t say torture.. more like endurece..” he leaned back and looked into your eyes. His shoulders were now relaxed and his expression was subtle and gentle. “You make it difficult to contain full control within myself, I won’t lie to you my dear…” He said as he proceed to light a match and throw it in the metal bowl, burning that beautiful bloody scent away for good.

He caressed your cheek as he admired your soft eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? When you could easily make me like you?” You spoke as you laid your hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. “Mmm…because you, my love, are my temptation…and as it pains me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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policyndterms · 1 month ago

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me with slushynoobz or after finishing literally any show or movie !!

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vivalarevolution · 1 year ago

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻

Dark-Obsessive Neteyam x Reader

Request: „I love your works, and I am wondering if you could write dark-angst fic abt neteyam (aged-up obv). Maybe in a scenario where the reader does not like neteyam/sees him as a friend and likes someone else, which makes him jealous. It doesn't have to be nsfw, but I think it will be very fitting considering the theme of the story.‟

A/N: I have a weakness for dark characters. That's why when I was writing this request I couldn't resist and added a few things along with little changes, going beyond the content I was given from anon.

Not my best work but still I hope you will enjoy reading it and that you will like it. Remember, english is not my native language, grammatical errors will or may occur. Works also contains smut , and that's why please minors do not interact with it.

*Some characters have been aged up

She felt it, felt his burning gaze on every inch of her body. No matter where she moved, no matter how she bent, his eyes followed her ,devouring her. This sent a wave of shivers down her spine which spread all the way to her toes.

And when a pair of hands slid subtly over her ribs, the gaze on her body was no longer devouring, but burning, causing her a pain she couldn't forget.

-Your body is right here , with me. But where is your mind tìyawn? - a man asked her, tickling her earlobe with the air that escaped from his mouth.

-My mind is here as well , do not doubt it - she replied, placing her hand on his chest, when her eyes wander over his blue skin and the black tattoos that decorated it.

-Are you lying to your future Olo'eyktan? - he asked, cupping her chin in three large fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, his thumb tracing her full, kissable lips.

-I would never lie to you, Aonung - she stated quietly, grabbing his wrist, squeezing it gently.

-Yet you're avoiding telling me the truth - metkayina man said, trying to find the answer in her onyx pupils, which had dilated, now resembling a dark night sky that decorated her irises.

Suddenly, the eyes that had been staring at her disappeared, causing her skin to be covered with a long-forgotten coldness.

-There is nothing I am hiding from you - said the woman, involuntarily looking away towards the place where the one who had been watching her every move had recently stood.

But after her words, the person she was looking for so desperately was suddenly behind her, as if summoned. Hiding her silhouette with his massive body ,placing a large, rough hand on her hip, giving her the impression of a silent and sick announcement that she belonged to him, that she was his property.

-I hope I didn't interrupt anything important - he said politely, so politely that it almost sounded like a lie that hide his true intentions.

-No ,of course not my Olo'eyktan - the woman replied immediately, avoiding the gaze of both men.

In response, Neteyam placed two fingers under her jaw, forcing her to look into his golden eyes, which screamed one word - liar.

-Good , very good...in that case, I would like to talk to you - he announced, speaking to her as if they were alone, even though they were surrounded by a sea of people -...privately - he added, and his voice became lower, heavier, almost threatening.

She was unable to agree or refuse before the same hand that held her waist pulled her towards its owner, making her surrender and accept that she was trapped in a snare that was impossible to escape.

But even if she tried to escape, she knew she couldn't do it. She was too weak to disobey, too weak to oppose, and she hated how powerless she had become.

-Neteyam... - she whispered and almost immediately his attention focused on her -...you have to stop. I am begging you.

The man approached her, running his nose over the soft skin of her cheeks, inhaling her intoxicating scent that made him just want to be closer to her.

-I don't understand what you're talking about yawntutsyìp - he said, running his fingertips along her ribs and collarbones, stopping at the crook of her neck.

-My heart doesn't belong to you. I am not yours - the young woman said suddenly - I have never been Neteyam... and I never will be.

Her words made the hand around her neck tighten, not to choke her, but to give her a silent warning.

-Oh, but you are - he growled low in her ear - You are mine, you belong to me Y/n. No one else can have you - his words became more possessive, more dangerous - You said it yourself, I am your Olo'eyktan - he whispered, pressing his body against hers - That makes you my possession.

Y/n let her body go limp.

My possession echoed in her head, and the dark thoughts that had crept into her mind so long ago suddenly became the reality that stood right before her eyes.

-Whatever you feel for me, these emotions. They are dark, poisoned. They are deadly - she noticed, closing her eyes after a moment when in response Neteyam only wrapped his other hand around her figure, pulling her closer to him, so close that the warmth of their skins overlapped - This is not what love should look like.

The man looked straight at her.

-How do you know what love looks like? - he asked, and the hand that was holding her throat found itself on her jaw, holding her head in place - How do you know what my love looks like if you never let me show it to you? You never try to take it, to feel, to truly feel what my love for you feels like.

-If this is what your love is supposed to look like, then I don't want it - the young woman announced, looking directly into his golden eyes, which became shadowy, no longer hiding the darkness that smoldered deep inside men -Your love is like ivy that wraps around me and suffocates me every time I try to move, tightening more and more, so much so that it breaks my bones. This's what your love looks like.

- I'll show you what my love looks like - he growled , suddenly attacking her neck with his fangs , which almost immediately penetrated her skin , creating a bloody mark , that made a silent scream fell out of her mouth , and a shadow of tears appeared in her eyes.

After that Olo'eyktan moved away from her body , watching with a kind of pride what he had done , moments later pushing her against a tree, immediately hovering over her small body ,like a predator who had managed to capture its prey.

His hands touched her with extraordinary precision, giving the impression that he was everywhere, not allowing even one patch of Y/n skin to be untouched. Her shoulders , her hands , her ribs , her breasts , her hips , her thighs. His fingertips left behind a burning sensation that, instead of dying out like a barely smoldering flame, lasted like a wildfire that consumed not only her body but also her mind.

His lips glided over her soft skin , going lower and lower with each kiss , which left a wet trail and chills behind. Neteyam stopped only when he could taste her sweet arousal on his tongue , soaking her inner thighs and loincloth . Her material teased the skin of his face , which found its place on her womanhood. Therefore, his hands , still roaming over her body , found their place on her hips , just above the belt that held her lower garment , after a moment ripping it with great force , tearing it almost to pieces.

-No...no , Neteyam - she whispered, trying to push him away, even though her body trembled with growing excitement that she could not accept.

-Stop fighting oeyä yawne- he muttered, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as his lips brushed her pubic bone, coming dangerously close to her clitoris, which was swollen and wet, begging to be touched - Just give in -he whispered , before his tongue sank between her puffy folds ,tasting her as if she were the sweetest of fruits.

The woman moaned , and her body involuntarily went limp , now being poised by the man in front of her , feasting between her legs , devouring her and making her mind grow emptier and emptier , no matter how much she tried to resist it . Not when his lips roamed over her womanhood , touching her so well, as if he knew her better than she knew herself , which terrified her as much as it thrilled her.

-No...no...oh please stop...I can't - she babbled , as her own body began to refuse to obey her.

But he continued his assault , slurping her juices with great greed , making her orgasm approach uncontrollably fast , too fast . Y/n tried desperately to push Neteyam away from her , but he only clung to her more , lining his tongue deep into her canal , teasing her tight gummy walls , making stars appear before her eyes, while the lower part of the man's face was covered with a transparent liquid.

The young woman let her head drop involuntarily. Her eyes closed again and again , and her mind became completely foggy , unable to think, unable to escape.

-This is what my love for you is , my sweet syulang - he said tenderly , capturing her heated cheek in his large hand - You saw it , you wanted it , you needed it - he announced in a dark tone of voice , kissing the tears that began to run down her face - You truly wanted it , your truly wanted to be mine...forever - he whispered , encircling her tired body with his arms , drawing her toward him , nestling her body into his.

And Y/n allowed him to do so. She allowed him to kiss the crown of her head, she allowed him to bring their kuru together, making them into a unity that even though it wasn't supposed to exist had just been born, finally making her his. Truly his. Forever.

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