#possessivelove

[maraalyy]

A possessive & obsessive lover with a soft spot for me when?? WHEN

[gravedlullaby]

My version of love is not normal, it is co dependent, obsessive, possessive, needy, selfish and borderline toxic. But you will never doubt the amount of love I truly have for you, the utter devotion and raw emotions I have. There wont ever be a day that goes by that you will doubt my love for you

[yandere-herrscher]

Can I take your hand and engrave my all into your heart? "Can I wash my face in your milk?"

[vishnavishivaa]

Crystalline Rose

Kashvi Ramanathan | 26

History geek | Bibliophile | Dramatic | Introverted

'When life gives you lemons, you don't search for oranges. You search for peaches to match with the lemons and run two parallel tracks.'

Varish Achula | 33

Bibliophile | Tech guy | Ambiverted | Steady

'Live with the times, change with the times, but keep who you are rooted; if you live only once, you live by your choices.'

'Sometimes, even fighting fate will only take you closer to your destiny.'

Kashvi x Varish

Ethereal, intoxicating, flawed

'Meeting your intellectual crush at your cousin's wedding is definitely some kind of hallmark moment.'

Kashvi Ramanathan loved being the dramatic, emotionally reserved history geek who was specific in how certain things happened in her simple life, till Varish Achula gate crashed it in all his six foot one inch glory; annoying, handsome, intelligent, and had a mind that he used.

The exact kind of man Kashvi loved.

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@ahamasmiyodhah @mahi-wayy @yehsahihai @theramblergal @krsnaradhika @ramayantika @achyutapriya @thegleamingmoon @nidhi-writes @houseofbreadpakoda @hum-suffer @kanhapriya @kaal-naagin @krishna-priyatama @willkatfanfromasia @celestesinsight @arachneofthoughts @idllyastuff @mahaswrites @braj-raj @krishna-sangini @krishna-premi @chaliyaaa @tripurantaka @writersiya @ambidextrousarcher @zeherili-ankhein @rang-lo @nushkiespeaks @sambaridli I already have this book up on Wattpad. Let me know if you want me to post it here as well, or if I should just link chapter by chapter as I update!

It is a kind of new type of genre for me, because I am trying to deal with tropes I rarely use in my books.

[bl00dy--muttt]

I'm going to carve myself open and die, they hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me.

[lilibookverse]

Random Texts between Insomniac!Reader x bf!Rafe Cameron 🌙

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Pairing : insomniac!reader x bf!rafe

Late nights, restless thoughts, and Rafe is always there beside you, even when sleep feels miles away. You don’t have to say a word—he can feel your unease. Whether it’s the constant thoughts racing through your mind or the dark hours you can’t escape, he’s your constant.

✨ Until next time, my loves… Stay restless. Stay golden. 💛🌟

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[noobiestnoober]

Soundproof Shadows (Viraj X F!Reader)

🖤 Soundproof Shadows 🖤 Genre: Angst | Dark | Psychological Thriller | Reader-insert (f!reader)

Summary: In the glow of a fading party, Y/N feels the weight of Viraj Dobriyal’s gaze before the night twists into something darker. Dragged into a soundproof room, bound in leather straps, she is forced to face an impossible choice—betray him, or surrender. But either way, Viraj has already decided: freedom is nothing but an illusion.

The night had started like any other, with a gathering meant to distract from the monotony of the week. The courtyard buzzed with laughter, glasses clinked, and strings of golden lights swayed gently in the breeze. It should have been comforting, yet a cold knot coiled in your stomach. Because even in the middle of it all, you could feel his gaze.

Viraj Dobriyal.

He didn’t need to be close for his presence to consume you. It lingered like smoke creeping under a door—insidious, impossible to ignore—until every breath felt heavier. His shirt was—as always—half-buttoned in casual arrogance, as though he wanted the world to know his confidence could never be questioned. His eyes dragged against your skin, daring you to acknowledge what you already knew: he saw everything. Every step, every glance, every breath.

You avoided him as best you could, clinging to conversations, hiding in groups, laughing when it felt unnatural. But the crowd thinned as the hours passed, friends drifting off in twos and threes. The music softened, shadows stretched longer, and the night’s warmth bled away. You felt it then—the shift. The safety of numbers was gone. A strange stillness crept in, and every instinct screamed that you were being watched.

That was when he found you.

A hand, cold and unyielding, closed around your wrist. Your body stiffened, breath catching in your throat, but he didn’t allow hesitation. Viraj pulled you into the shadows with a purpose so sharp, so deliberate, that resistance felt futile. You thought about screaming, but the look in his eyes froze the sound in your lungs. Those eyes carried promises written in blood and cruelty, and you understood—men like him didn’t grant second chances.

The path blurred into darkness. One hallway became another, a staircase descended, and before you could regain your bearings, you were shoved into a room you didn’t recognize. The air shifted instantly: thick with leather and something darker. The door slammed, followed by the sound of locks sliding into place like a judge’s gavel. Final. Inescapable.

The walls stood bare—no windows, no exits. Silence reigned, broken only by the thunder of your pulse. You barely had time to register your surroundings before the binds came. Smooth leather straps wrapped your wrists, biting into skin with every twitch of defiance. He tied them with slow, practiced precision, as though binding you was a ritual, as though it gave him satisfaction in itself. His smirk deepened at your futile struggles, a predator’s amusement at prey caught in its own panic.

“You can scream my name all you want,” he whispered, his voice sliding against your nerves like silk and steel. “But the walls are soundproof.”

The words sank into you, chilling marrow and bone. He leaned back slightly, regarding you with the detached calm of someone in complete control. To him, you were already his—stripped of freedom, stripped of choice. Yet he dangled the illusion of decision before you, a cruel game where every outcome served him.

The choice was laid out like an executioner’s blade. Betray him, and maybe, just maybe, find a fleeting chance at escape. Or save yourself—cling to him, become what he demanded, and accept that freedom was only a mirage. But betrayal meant blood. And blood meant death. Everyone knew: no one crossed Viraj Dobriyal and lived to tell.

“You think you can save yourself by betraying me?” His tone was deceptively soft, yet every syllable slithered like a knife across raw skin. He took a step forward, slow and deliberate. The distance between you collapsed until his shadow merged with yours, until the heat of his presence pressed against every inch of your being. He burned without touching you.

He crouched down, gripping your chin with a touch that was cruelly gentle, forcing your eyes up into his. His gaze was endless—bottomless darkness, sharpened cruelty, merciless in its clarity. You wanted to look away, to close your eyes, but he held you captive with nothing more than the weight of his stare.

“Every decision you make, every breath you take—it already belongs to me.” His thumb brushed your jawline, deceptively tender, a mockery of comfort. He tilted your face, studying you as though measuring how much of you he could break before you shattered completely.

Silence stretched, oppressive, filled only with the ragged sound of your own breathing. Your chest heaved as though the room itself had shrunk, the walls pressing closer, stealing oxygen with each passing second. The binds cut deeper into your skin. The truth was merciless—escape was an illusion. Freedom was a fantasy. All that remained was him.

“Choose,” he murmured, and though the word was simple, it thundered like a verdict. “Betray me… or stay. Either way, you’re mine.”

The words hung heavy in the stillness, dripping into the cracks of your thoughts like poison. Betrayal or surrender. Both paths led to ruin, and yet he made you believe you had a choice. That was his cruelty—offering false doors in a maze where every exit circled back to him.

His lips brushed against your ear, feather-light, a ghost of touch that made you shudder. His voice carried through the dark, soft, intimate, but it wasn’t a promise. It was damnation.

“You’ll find,” he whispered, “there’s no saving yourself from me.”

Silence followed. Heavy. Absolute. The only proof of life was the sound of your own breath—shallow, trembling, bound in his shadow.

[sanctuary-radiostation]

Imagine-

A world or realm ruled by creatures.

packs,covens,flocks,nests and so much more.all filled with dominant beings,ones who tend to be more aggressive than the next and is always looking for a fight.

Lycans are a prime example of this.they rule with loyalty and dominance.Males and females built like heavenly gods with attitudes of the arrogant.They are extremely arrogant for they have always be served what they wanted to them with no questions asked.they butt heads with vampires,dragons not far behind.They rule with the world in their hands.what they say,goes and that will how it always be…

Now for our kings and queens,the hidden gifts that they never knew they needed.Beings who are lower than than the prime society.they hide far away so they can’t be hurt.werewolves were beings who were crafted after lycans by our moon goddess herself.fortunately,because of such power display,they went to war with the lycans because of a mistake made by the goddess.A powerful mistake that enraged the lycans so much that they almost whipped out the entire population of the werewolves.to protect them,the elders ran and locked themselves away in a faraway place so they could restore and live in peace.

Unfortunately,after such a brutal war and misunderstanding,the moon goddess was enraged and punished the entire population of the lycans to never have any heir or future generations,meaning they couldn’t have children.they were abandoned for their mistake and saddened to the point where they almost killed each other but the goddess wanted them to fix,such a mistake before they go extinct entirely.she put a prophesy that if a lycan was to mate with a werewolf,than they would give birth to powerful puppies.

The lycans grew obsessed with such a future that they begin a wild wolf hunt not knowing that the goddess sent them on such a wild goose hunt so they could grow obsessed to the point of worship for the werewolf race.

Let’s just hope our new generations of werewolves are smart and wary enough to listen to their elders.

(P.s,it’s been 10 decades since any new generations of lycans were born so the ones who are obsessed are the elders of the lycan race.)