#darling yearns

[darlingvhs]

i don't want a gentle love. i want to be suffocated by it. smothered. owned. if they aren't willing to go insane over me and me alone — then what's the point? i don't want them at all. i'm tired of begging for scraps. why can't someone devour me whole?

[maraalyy]

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

[caprart1]

DARLINGGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL!!

[kinkilesbo]

I want to suck on your breasts while you try to focus on telling me about the new cool thing that you are obsessed with.

"Yes, darling? Why did you stop? I am listening~"

Toying with you, purposely making you shift and let out accidental moans.

Do you know how much I love distracting you?

Do you know how much I love when you moan for me?

Do you know how much I love it when I press my fingers against your pussy and find you soaking wet just from me just toying with you?

[running-with-kn1ves]

I am existentially and ridiculously obsessed with the idea of women in general, but i've dabbled back into ASMR and I'm down bad.

TW: Alcohol mentioned, manipulation, somno, guilt tripping,

She's just your best friend-- you've known her all throughout grade school, watched her attempt keg stands as you're forced to pull her back to her apartment, her slurring voice calling to you with how much she loves you between laughs and sobs. She holds you in a hug tighter than normal, with her nose deep into the crook of your neck. And in the mornings when you help soothe her hangover, she conveniently forgets.

She's so keen to take care of you, insisting on fulfilling your every need before you can even think of it. It feels wrong, how much she aims to please you, how much of her paycheck goes to your happiness, but there's nothing you can do to stop it-- in fact, it seems to only make her feel worse if you don't let her do what she demands is merely keeping you happy,

"what anyone would do for a friend."

She's with you every moment she can be, and she ensures in all of the self-awareness she has, to not to suffocate you. The last thing she'd want is to be forced away-- so she makes a sacrifice, to leave you to quietness even if its just on the other side of the room.

She watches you while you drift off to sleep, drawing patterns on your back and breathing in the deep scent of your hair.

She knows its vile, its wrong for her to abuse the power you've given her-- but its so hard to resist pulling your shirt up just slightly to see the soft, relaxed flesh of your body, to feel the warmth of your hips under your pajama pants, to sneak a hand up your back and under your shirt, drawing you in for a cuddle as her head is buried into your chest. the dip of your back as it curves from the reaction of her cold fingers is her favorite, it feels as if you're leaning into her, shuddering at her touch.

And when you're tipsy, home alone with her for a calm night-in, you almost aren't surprised to hear her suggest trying to kiss each other. Why not, right? You're best friends, how HAVEN'T you tried before? If your relationship is as strong as you think it is, it won't mean anything, just a silly alcohol-induced memory for the future. But its hard when she's desperate, not in the right mind, feeling your tongue against hers. It's impossible to stop, grabbing at the back of your hair to deepen the kiss with intensity. The hitch she uses to cover up the desperate sigh she lets out doesn't work, and she prays you're not coherent enough to feel how intentional she is, how hungry she is.

She pushes you back on the couch, relishing in the warmth of your body as you slowly feel out her lips, unsure and still feeling off at kissing someone you've shared beds and unhealed emotional wounds with.

"Does this feel good?" She asks, wanting to make sure you're pleased, that maybe she can do something right and get what she wants too. Her thighs encase yours as she's practically holding you hostage, fingers entwined in your limp ones, kisses falling down your neck as you forget how to answer. It feels too raw, too full of desire to just be a drunken kiss, a drunken hickey, a drunken hand up your shirt. But you can't deny it-- that odd tension, the one you've noticed for a long time becoming broken, it felt good. Even when she sucked face with someone random at a party as a defense ploy, never too far away from you, she was never like this-- never all-devouring, savoring the salty taste of your skin, almost crying from the release of getting to touch you like this, while you're awake.

"Just give me this-- please," She's desperate, never having asked you for anything as she kisses your wet lips between words. And how can you say no? Your best friend, desperate for you to give her something so simple, something she's been desiring for a long time. It's the least you could do, right?

[yourdarlinggoblin]

He played it cool. For months.

Never double-texted. Never stared too long.

Never mentioned how he knew your schedule to the minute.

Never brought up the time he followed you home in the rain just to make sure you were safe.

He was patient. Composed. Careful.

Until one night—your room glowing with candlelight and incense thick in the air—you told him the truth.

“I’ve always kind of liked the yandere type. The ones who’d kill for love.” You laughed. Playful. Testing. “I think obsession is kinda hot.”

And then it cracked.

The mask dropped.

The hands on your waist got tighter. His voice? Breathless.

“You—You should’ve told me sooner.”

Now he doesn't stop.

He begs you to bind him.

Tells you to hex him if he ever leaves you.

Wants you to carve his name into a candle, press it to your altar, and swear your soul is tangled with his.

“Do a love spell. A real one. Don’t hold back. I want to feel it in my bones.” “Curse me if I ever look at anyone else. Make me yours. Please.”

He brings you his hair. Slips it between your journal pages. Asks if you’ll drink from the same cup. Share the same blood.

You’ve never seen someone so needy for damnation.

And you?

You smile like a goddess with a knife behind her back.

Because he doesn’t realize—

He was yours the second he walked through your door.

[digitallyreborn]

"I never bite hard enough to break skin" yeah but I still want you in a muzzle, mutt.

[lambofmoss]

if nothing else, live for that chance to have your own home garden, to watch the butterflies drink sweet nectar from your flowers, to feel found in a space of your own

[putridslvtt]

[darlingvhs]

I think about crawling into your soul, digging my nails into every dark corner, and making a home in the parts of you no one else can reach.

[bl33d1ng-bunn1e]

I love you with all of me, my Love. I just need you to return my affection.

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[merakiui]

just saw a meme so stupidly funny i might actually have to finally write hetalia.

this was the meme btw:

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Vixen/Mari McCabe x Fem! Reader

Author's Note: MY WIFEEEE. I lied ya'll, Mari was actually my first female hero love. This scene of her and the one where she's staring at John when he aims his ring at her changed my brain chemistry.

Warning: Suggestive themes/mentions of sex/yandere behavior obviously.

- Mari would be such a charismatic yandere, she knows how to hide her fangs from her pretty little darling so she doesn't accidentally scare them off. In fact, she'd be really hard to pin down as a yandere because she'd already have her darling wrapped around her finger completely with just her charm, wit, and beauty alone.

- I don't really see her as being a jealous yandere because, like, she's a successful business woman and famous model. Not in a conceited or arrogant way but she knows her darling puts her on a pedestal, so she can only laugh when others dare to try and sway her darling away from her. However she is protective of what's hers. Territorial. She won't outright kill people because being so renowned comes with its limitations but in general, her moral compass (although corrupt) could never allow her to do so. Scaring them off with her power and influence, however? That's more up her alley.

- Leaving lipstick kisses upon your skin and "accidentally" forgetting to remind you to get rid of them. Accidentally "forgetting" her designer bags, earrings, and jewelry at your home so that everyone that enters at least know that you two are very "close friends", and constantly cuddling next to you during stuffy galas and events while draping her arms around you to keep her close and nearby. Whispering sweet nothings in your ears and making you giggle and blush so hard while she sends a smirk at the person who tried to take you away from her. A reminder that they can never have you because Mari has worked hard to become the only apple of your eye.

- In current canon, she does design her own clothes so you becoming her muse in her future designs. No matter your body type, she'd absolutely adore every part of you. Her designs are lovingly drawn with all of your curves in her mind, she bites her lip as her fingers delicately run over the fabric to smooth it out over the mannequin because she knows the color would look absolutely perfect on you. If you ever complain about ill-fitting clothes or want to improve your outfits, don't worry your cute little head about it♡ Mari will be more than happy to do so, especially because it gives her an opportunity to see what kind of clothes you like, and what style preferences you have♡

- The reason why Mari is so obsessed with you is because you make her feel safe. She may protect people but whose there to protect her? She was forced to leave her home, her romances have ended in either tragedy or failure (B'wana Beast fucking dying, her and Bronze Tiger not working out, and John Stewart being a HOMEWRECKER/j), but despite all of that, she stayed strong and never let it get in the way of her duties as a hero.

- But then you came into her life. You became her friend and close confidant. She told you everything and you were so...kind, compassionate. You put your hand over hers and told her how much you admired her for being so strong...but that you also felt so bad that she had no one to lean on, no one she felt that she could depend on, that she always had to be the one to keep the brave face. Maybe its because you understood what it was like to feel that way, maybe it was out of extreme empathy but you smiled up at her.

- "Mari, I might not be able to fly or save the world like you do, but....I want to be there for you. I admire you, not just for your strength or your bravery, but because your heart is so big and has gone through so much. Please, let me help you the same way you help everyone else!"

- And once she felt her heart skip a beat, she realized that she could never let you go. Because she finally had someone who she could come home to, someone who she felt safe enough to not be Vixen or renowned supermodel/ fashion designer. But Mari McCabe, the woman who helps people because she wasn't able to help the ones she loved. But not you, she'll be ready this time.

- After all, she's not oblivious to the risks of what happens to civilians who date heroes. She's seen it again and again with her coworkers and friends. So while she won't kill villains, she will give them a message they will never forget. Scratch it into their minds with her perfectly manicured and sharp nails that you are not be touched and that she will happily give them reasons not too.

- She really isn't that bad of a yandere. She would love to spoil you but she would have enough empathy to not straight up rob you of your independence. Not to mention that unlike traditional yanderes who want to lock their darlings away, Mari would love to flaunt you at her side. Showing you off in cute outfits that she bought/made you herself, taking you with her to different countries where she has a photoshoot at so you two can make a vacation of it, and having everyone gawk at you and her the moment you two walk into the room knowing they can look at you but they can't touch.

- She tries her best to keep you out of her work but if you notice her stressed or upset, you beg her for the chance to make her feel better. That can either mean having a nice relaxing bath with rose petals and soothing salts with her, massaging her tense muscles and aching body from a hard night of fighting and acrobatics, or maybe something a bit more physical. Maybe even all three. Either way, it will always end with her using her fingers to draw various shapes and patterns on your bare skin as she purrs softly into your comforting kisses and sweet praise. Her grip on you tightening and a small playful whine pulled from her lips whenever you stop for even a second.

- SHE WOULD TOTALLY RECOGNIZE YOU FROM SCENT ALONE AS WELL and her heightened senses are HIGHLY tuned to every detail about you. When she's halfway at the door of the luxury apartment she convinced you to live with her in, she smiles at the sounds of your scurrying feet as you excitedly anticipate the return of your lovely girlfriend. The way that she loves to sniff your hair and during sex, would so have a thing for pressing her nose against your body and letting herself get dizzy and drunk off your delicious scent♡ She savors every touch and intimate moment you two share like a fine meal, worshipping every part of your body and letting you do the same to hers, she will have every aspect of you memorized like the back of her hand.

- When she feels insecure or unconfident, she needs you. She lays her head on your lap and wants you to tell her that it will all be better. As prideful of a woman as she is, she can't deny the fact that she feels herself get soft around you. But that doesn't make you her weakness. Quite the opposite actually. Because even when the odds are against her, even when it seems like the villains have the upper hand, Mari will keep pressing on. Her urge to fight and protect stronger than ever and its all because of you. She fights so hard to get back home to you, she will gladly take every hit and injury if it means you'll be back home to kiss it better. She refuses to go down because you'll be by yourself, your beautiful eyes teary eyed, and your poor sweet heart broken because of her. The thought alone drives her insane with determination and anger because Mari will always be there to wipe away your tears, just like you have hers, and she will push herself above and beyond to get back to you.

- In terms of her being aware of her own yandere tendencies, she is aware that the feelings she has for you are wrong. That her dark thoughts aren't the normal jealous/possessiveness that people typically feel for their partners. But she will also justify to herself that its for your own good and besides...you love her, right? You'd totally accept her and the ugly side of her affections but there's no need to reveal all of that to you now. Instead just focus on her distractions and flirtations.

- Because they keep you from seeing that you foolishly wandered into the lioness's den and that there's no way to escape it now♡

[yourdarlinggoblin]

I don’t want a yandere who knows he’s a yandere.

No.

I want the well-built, glasses-wearing, soft-spoken nerd who thought he was just a normal guy. A little awkward. Keeps to himself. Likes history documentaries and manga. Goes to the gym quietly. Probably has a cat <3

And then he meets me.

The girl who casually talks about witchcraft and spirit work like it’s the weather.

The girl with a playlist titled “sword fighting in the woods at 3AM with my lover's ghost.”

Who reads both true crime and spicy 400k fantasy fics, paints flowers, studies the Greek Gods, makes DnD characters like they’re real people, and talks about cursed medieval relics like it's her hobby (because it is, and really interesting).

The girl who’s a picky eater but will offer you cursed Pinterest recipes at 2 in the morning.

Who loves horror movies but needs someone to hold during the needle using parts.

Who smiles sweetly while explaining the emotional symbolism in fictional murders.

And he falls.

Hard.

Dangerously hard.

He starts checking my Spotify. Reading my fics. Watching horror just to understand me. Learning crystal meanings and flower languages. Picking fights with anyone who looks at me for more than 3 seconds.

He doesn't even realize it’s obsession until it's too late.

Until he’s already rearranged his world around me.

Until he’s whispering "mine" like it’s a prayer.

Until I smile at him like I know what he’s become—and love it anyway.

He wasn’t born a yandere.

He was made.

By me.

Tehe~ <3

[theenemiestoloversclub]

i don't wanna be called baby/babygirl/babe. i wanna be your sweet villain, your darling god, your sweetest punishment.

[suugarbabe]

mattheodore yearning

mattheo riddle x theodore nott ; reader x enzo berkshire (background)

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: fluff :)

an: for my bby @musingsofahufflepuff

There didn’t seem to be any other way to rearrange it in his brain. These feelings he was having. Honestly he kind of felt like they were eating away at him so it was even more frustrating that he couldn’t figure out where they came from. Or when they started; had they always been there? Merlin was he that big of a doofus to not even recognize how he was feeling anymore? 

“Stupid..stupid..” Mattheo hit a closed fist into his thigh as he threw his head back against the armrest of the sofa. He’d been lying there for the better part of two hours, agonizingly going over the last six years of schooling where he and Theo had grown closer and closer. He had always known of Theo’s family, well, his father with him being a loyal follower of Mattheo’s father. But Matty and Theo were not able to become true, proper friends until they both attended Hogwarts. 

This was how you and Enzo found him, lying on the sofa in the back of the common room, seemingly talking to himself with his eyes closed and fists clenched. 

“Don’t think too hard, there, Matt, might hurt yourself,” Enzo snickered as he plopped down opposite the woeful boy. Enzo pulled you down with him, causing you to basically sit halfway on his lap. 

“Don’t be mean, Enz, clearly he’s going through something,” You gave Enzo’s knee a slight squeeze in warning. Enzo huffed out a sigh, “Apologies, Matt…at least stop frowning like that, gonna give yourself wrinkles.” 

Mattheo turned his head to the side, facing Enz, “Does it look like I bloody care about wrinkles right now, Berk? I’m in crisis..” Matty slung an arm over his eyes with a groan, “I think…I think I’m in love with my best mate..”

When there were no gasps or exclamations of shock Matty threw him arm that was over his face back down to the sofa to look at you both, “Did you two idiots hear what I said?!” 

Enzo scoffed, “Who are you calling an idiot? You’re the idiot if you think what you just said is newsworthy!” Mattheo sat up quickly, ready to retort before you cut off the impending argument. 

“Oh Merlin, both of you just shut up…you’re going to give me a migraine going back and forth like imbeciles.” You turned, giving Enzo a big smooch on the cheek, “Baby, I love you, but clearly this is weighing on Matty, so how about we don’t bulldoze him with what we figured was obvious. I think you’re cute but I’m sure Matt would gladly hex you if you give him any more grief.” 

Mattheo crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at your boyfriend, “I would love to hex you, Enzo..wait what do you mean obvious?”

You leaned forward closer to Matty, “We, erm..all figured there was always a little more between you and Theo for a while. Just thought it wasn’t something you guys were flaunting since you didn’t really partake in PDA.” 

Matty’s jaw fell, “W-what? Since when?!” 

You glanced at Enzo before turning back to the boy in front of you, “Things were..different after you spent the summer with him. At first we just thought it was because you were there when his mom died but..the shy smiles and longing glances…Matty babes, those have been going on for a few years, did you..think they were subtle?” 

Matty observed your features as you spoke, trying to identify any inkling of a joke. When he found none, he frowned, “Well do you think…do you think it’s mutual? D-do we both act how you said?” 

Enzo snorted, opening his mouth for what you were sure was more of a crude response than the gentle one Mattheo needed. Quickly you squeezed your boyfriend’s knee and spoke over him, “Why don’t you just talk to him, I’m sure you’d get all the answers you’re looking for.” 

Enzo placed his hand over yours, “Speak of the devil.” 

Mattheo whipped his head around, seeing Theo approach the three of you. “Chi stai chiamando il diavolo?” Theo wore a playful smile before settling down rather closely next to Mattheo. Matty’s breath hitched, making eye contact with you. You simply smirked, “Just an expression Teddy. We were just wondering where you were, but you’re here now and Enzo and I have to, erm..” 

You looked at Enzo with pleading eyes to come up with a valid excuse for leaving so suddenly. Enzo, never the one to be good with coming up with things on the spot blurted out the first thought that came to his mind, “Fuck. We have to go fuck.” 

Mattheo couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped him despite his hand covering his mouth. Your jaw slacked in shock. Enzo, however, kept with the script, lifting you off his lap by your hips and setting your feet on the ground before following suit. He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the dorms, “C’mon baby..

Theo watched with a smile as Enzo led you away, “They’re cute together.” Mattheo nodded noncommittally, staring down at his hands. Theo turned to Matty then, “So what were you guys talking about? Just missing me too much, huh?” He bumped his shoulder into Mattheo’s, causing the latter boy to huff a laugh.

Matty fidgeted with his fingers, knee beginning to shake. It was something that always tended to happen when he was nervous. Theo placed a hand atop Matty’s leg, effectively ceasing all movements. Mattheo’s eyes were glued to where Theo touched him. He wondered if the boy could feel how rapidly his heart was beating, even atop his thigh. 

He must’ve stared for too long, Theo giving his leg a squeeze, “What’s wrong, Matty?” His voice was so gentle. The tenderness in which he checked on Mattheo made his heart ache. He had to tell him, had to just say something, like you encouraged him to do. 

Matty looked up to meet Theo’s eyes. They were his favorite, soft blues melded together like stained glass. Mattheo took a deep breath, Theo’s smile never faltered. “Teddy have I..have I ever told you that you were the one thing that just made sense?”

Theo never faltered, eyes shining, still smiling, “No, but go on.” 

The nonchalance was stunning to Matty, now stumbling around in his mind to figure out how to get everything he’d been dwelling out coherently. “Oh, well, erm…I, erm..I’ve been thinking a lot. A-about, erm…us.” 

Theo nodded, gnawing gently on his bottom lip to help contain his growing smile, “Mhm..and what about us, Matty?” 

Mattheo took a long, slow breath. He felt a little light headed, needed something to ground him. The only thing that usually did that was Theo…so he grabbed his hand. Like it was routine, Theo laced their fingers together, giving Matty’s hand a squeeze. 

Matty nodded, “I..erm, I think I..love you.” 

Theo chuckled softly, “Oh tesoro, only think?” When Matty only pouted in response Theo gave his hand another squeeze, “Mi dispiace, I’m sorry, go on, was there more? Or am I able to tell you that I love you, too?” 

“Well, yes, I-wait..you do?” Mattheo was facing him now, eyes full of hope and awe and love. Theo just couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been waiting for Mattheo to come to the realization; knowing he couldn’t force Matty to see what was so clearly in front of him or else he’d run. It was his go to avoidance method. 

Instead of answering, Theo did the thing he’d been yearning to do for a few years. He kissed Mattheo. His lips felt so familiar it almost hurt knowing how long he’d gone without. Theo’s hand found solace on Matty’s side, the other on his lower back. Mattheo let himself sink into Theo’s embrace as his hands clutched at the front of Theo’s shirt. 

Theo pulled away first, knowing if he didn’t he’d lose all control right there in the common room. Mattheo’s breath came out in shallow burts, his forehead resting against Theo’s shoulder, “Wow.” 

Theo smiled, his hand coming up to play with Matty’s curls, “Yeah..wow.”