#love sick

[zennotixs]

[trauma-loop]

"I can fix him" oh yeah? well I can worship him like the god he is and feed into each and every single one of his delusions so he keeps me as his property forever

[salmonellr]

[everscenee]

[bleedingandbroken]

[ksyyy505]

he is sick

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(۶ૈ ᵒ _ᵒ)۶ૈ=͟͟͞͞ 🏈

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘮. 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭.

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 & 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 741 words

⭒ a/n: thank you all so much for the support and appreciation!!! i never expected my story to be so well loved :') i will be uploading yan!rockstar pt.2, yan!sea god, and a masterlist after this one! <3 (god i hate jocks)

will you venture down this path?

pop music blasts throughout the forest, bottles of discarded alcohol litter the ground, and a hundred or so young adults looking to mess up their lives dance around the large bonfire. mid-semester exams have just ended and you and your friends have decided to go to Jean Marley's party.

you are now gathered around a smaller campfire with your friends, sharing stories and laughing alongside them. Jean, the star of the party, suddenly speaks up, "who's up for a game?" a collection of voices yell out their own versions of an agreement.

"alright, let's play... truth or dare!"

"i'm pretty sure this is how horror movies start, yeah?" someone whispers into your ear.

you turn to the direction of the whisper, eyes mere centimetres away from Liam's own hazel ones. a small giggle leaves your lips as you take a sip from your cup, "if this was a horror movie, you'd definitely be the killer." Liam gasps dramatically and clenches his dark varsity jacket where his heart would be.

"you'd suspect me?! agh, how could you—"

"oh, come on! don't you think that'd be a great plot? dumb jock— who's not actually dumb�� hunts down all his friends, and seemingly has no reason to do so. why would he? he's rich, popular, and has everything he could ever ask for! it's the perfect plot twist."

"well, I could think of one reason why..."

"oh? and that is?"

he moves in closer, and you could smell the faded scent of his expensive cologne mixed with sweat. his sharp eyes droop ever so slightly as if he was now looking down at your lips.

"he was madly in love with the final girl. so much, he'd murder everyone else just to keep them to himself."

"wha—"

you are interrupted by Jean's voice, "y/n! truth or dare?" confusion hits you until you see the bottle has landed on you. oh.

"dare."

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Liam couldn't fucking believe you. why would you risk your life for a stupid dare?!

there you were, undressing yourself to prepare to jump off the cliff and into the lake. and here he was, watching with the others from a distance. he'd run over to you right now if he wasn't so... breathless.

phones were out, on-lookers recording this moment. you were barely dressed, figure so captivating you looked like a forest nymph dancing through the currents, the round moonlight created a silhouette of your body that further proved his comparison.

if anyone spreads those pictures of you, he's going to kill them.

in that moment, he felt his soul return to the body of his younger self on the first day of high school— he was trying out for the football team, destroying all the other prepubescent boys with no remorse. tryouts had ended and he was now an official member, that's when he first saw you.

you were on the field with your friends. they'd laid out a small picnic mat with books scattered all over them while you danced to the rhythm of a lana del rey song blaring through your phone speakers.

suddenly he knew— he knew all his prayers for a greater purpose in life were answered, you. the lyrics to the love songs his parents danced to in the garage finally made sense.

the mellow flashback was cut short by the sound of a loud splash in the water. you jumped.

panic settles in and he doesn't think before jumping into the lake with you. people cheer on as they take this as a sign to join in the water.

his biceps cling onto your body as he pulls the both of you to the surface. you wipe away any hair and water on your face and smile up at him. he returns your smile and you both swim to the land.

on land, his calloused hands never seem to retract from your waist. it settles itself on the cold, wet surface of your shirt. you can feel the heat radiating off his hands and an electric tingle in your spine.

people gather around your wet bodies and offer you both towels. it could be adrenaline, but you swear you could feel his grip tighten a little too much when others approach you.

Liam continues to stay by your side all through the night. even during the car ride home, his palms never leave your thigh.

guess you'll have a guard dog for a while.

[ur-blxxdy-valentine]

is it even love if you haven’t fantasized about kidnapping them?

[sweetdarling27]

You think im too fucking clingy?

Ill show you too fucking clingy

[arsenerine]

If you call me yours I will literally do anything you want

[zennotixs]

I would rip my heart apart if you asked me to show you how deep my love goes.

[trauma-loop]

i genuinely believe mutual obsession is the superior form of love

[salmonellr]

⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅˚ʚ♡ɞ˚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆

i’ll change every part of myself if it means you’ll only look at me <3

⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅˚ʚ♡ɞ˚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆

[something-kool]

Isn't the process of a regular man becoming an obsessed, love-sick, stalker so beautiful?

He never knew you once.

You were just another face to him at work.

But... Maybe you smiled at him when you walked past, maybe you put on a bit to much perfume one morning and it made his mind fuzzy, maybe you said he looked nice, maybe you checked up on him every morning, maybe you asked him if he got enough sleep last night because his eyebags were a bit to dark.

Whatever you'd done it baited him like a fish to a lure.

Now, when you walk by his gaze falls over you and he memorises what you're wearing, the perfume you put on, the way you'd done your hair, how that skirt was just a bit to long for him to get a good glance at anything.

You had just been another person once, but now he sneaked a glance of you in every room he stepped into.

It was infuriating.

He was determined to stop this. It wasn't a crush, he wasn't a school-boy anymore, this must merely be curiosity. Curiosity he was determined to stop having. So, surely, if he indulges himself it will go away, right? Just like a craving, it needed it's fill before he can move on.

He'd never been one for conversation but you were easy enough to talk to. He comes up to your desk everyday now, he asks how you've been, if you've gotten enough sleep. But small talk wasn't enough after a few days, he wanted to know more about you, he needed to end this stupid tug in his heart.

So then he starts to catch you on your lunch breaks.

He sits down with you, starts up conversations about your hobbies, your interests, your goals in life. Thankfully for him your happy to indulge him in facts about your life, like your social media account. Luck must be on his side because you ask to follow him which means he can follow you back without it being out of character.

And sweet Jesus he's glad he did that.

Instagram was his favorite place now.

He wasn't sure how many hours he spent looking over your posts, those smiles, those eyes, those cheeks, those hips, those hands, those tits. More than once his hand found it's way downwards, wrapping around his hardening cock and pumping away to pictures of you. You made him ruin to many good bedsheets and boxers.

He wasn't stupid. He couldn't write this off as curiosity anymore. Every time you walked by his dick twitched and his breath picked up, every time you smiled at him his heart fluttered and his palms got sweaty, every single time your hand grazed his he felt like he was about to cum is pants.

So soon talking to you wasn't enough. He wanted more, he needed more, he felt like he was going to go fucking insane.

So now he follows you home.

Seeing you at home was like a drug. This was the real you and you were so fucking perfect. You were messy, lazy, and oh so cute. You walked around in such short Pajamas and he couldn't help but take some photos of that cute butt that peaked out. And the days he caught you getting changed were the days he felt himself slipping further down the rabbit hole.

And soon that wasn't enough either. He needed to be closer, needed to touch you, to hear you, to smell you.

He knows this wrong but if god wanted to punish him why were your windows always left open?

You were asleep. Lying so peacefully in bed lips pressed in a small pout. He can't help but take photos up close. Can't help but brush his fingers down your waist. Can't help it when he presses his thumb to your bottom lip and collects your drool on his finger. He can't help when he licks it up like it's the last meal he'll ever get.

He promises himself he'll never do more than that... no matter how many times he visits you he makes sure to never disrespect your body, it was a temple he wanted to worship not hurt... but he needs to show his... interest... in you somehow.

It starts as small notes left around your house.

They begin sweet.

Don't forget your lunch this morning

You left your keys on the kitchen counter

Can't wait to see you today

But after a few weeks they get darker, more desperate, needier, grosser.

You looked so cute sleeping last night... I wanted to cum on your lips so bad but I made sure not to. Instead I decided to do it in your glass of water, hope you enjoyed <3

Did you feel my hands on your body last night? You made the cutest little whines in your sleep while I rubbed that pretty clit

Is it insane that I think I might die if I ever stop seeing you?

Soon he started leaving gifts for you. A rose here and there, pictures he'd taken of you, pure smut he'd written about you, he even started buying you sex toys.

It gets to much for him to bear, not being able to see you 24/7, knowing you could be talking to other men drove him insane. He needed you like he needs the sun. He wanted to monopolies your affections, your attention, your love.

And he knows just how to own it.

Sedatives and soft rope.

"Shh, shh, go back to sleep My Love, you need your rest for when you wake up in our new home"

[xyourxwifex]

Come here darling...let me mark up your neck before you go out. I want everyone to know who you belong to and who you come home to at the end of along day. ♡♡♡

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