#dark!art

[starlinggirll]

stanford!art except he's a bit crazy...inlove with you!

who...sneaks out of his dorm to sneak into yours. thankfully you got a dorm to yourself, so he can come in and out as much as he wants. his head resting against yours in his sleep has become a routine for him he's never getting tired of. and it also helps him make sure you arent with someone else at night.

who...is a bit friendly with other girls. he doesn't mean to! obviously. he's just naturally friendly, he didnt find it a problem until you mentioned how he let a girl in his class lean on him. he saw the way your usual bubbly persona turned into almost an insecure one. from that day on he beraly talks to other girls that arent you, and if he does, is because you're around. he cant risk losing you after all.

who...hates whenever he makes you upset. constantly asking you if you're okay, to the point where it kind of gets on your nerves but when you see his big blue eyes staring into yours, you cant help but smile. and sometimes if you're feeling needy, you shake your head just so he can coddle you more. and he loves that, loves that you think you're lying to him when instead he was waiting for you to do that. everything he does is for a reason, after all.

who...loves spoiling you! regardless if its snacks or expensive snacks, he loves gifting you stuff. specially since sometimes he feels like you arent satisfied with the way he treats you, he, in the most innocent pure way (hopefully), tries to buy your love.

who...hates whenever you talk to other boys. he always has his eyes on you, and when you talk to other boys he feels strong urge to drag you away. he doesn't know where it comes from, he has always been a territorial person, specially with patrick. but being with you, those thoughts and urges have spiked to the max.

who...gets irrationally mad when you go out without him. he doesn't get mad at you if you wear something revealing. if anything, he encourages. loves seeing you so confident and loves to brag about you. but when he isnt around he feels completely helpless. specially after you post a photo of the party, taking hours analyzing each picture to see if there's something/somebody that isnt supposed to be around you.

who...wants nothing but the best for you! he really does. he just...hates whenever you go out without him. the people that hangout with you? they dont know the real you. then dont know you the way he knows you. he knows whats best for you. or that's just what he tells you all the time he inside of you.

who...whispers sweet nothings in your ear while he'a fucking you. well kinda. from "i love yous" being shared between you two to "no one else gets to see you this way. no way. me and only me." you are too busy enjoying yourself to realize how he really does mean those words. how he's completely serious.

who...will never let you go now that he has you. he doesn't care what he has to do, threaten to kill himself? force you? he wouldn't think twice if it meant keeping you with him. but thankfully you love him too, obviously not in a creepy way like he does, but he has you hooked. and you have him hooked. its meant to be!

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[tamatojam]

[joytri]

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colors of the sky.

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Art by Essi Välimäki

[hellspawnmotel]

the me that did and said those things

[landsccape]

[humming-fly]

was thinking about that one blind professor post earlier today and how well it applied to the aptly named Team Dark

(really 'Team Dark' just sounds a lot cooler than 'Team Saves-On-Electricity')

[starlinggirll]

had to take a picture of the request because my tumblr is messing upp 😓 @melanin-stargorl

art was devasted. you were one of the best things that had happened to him. you quite literally saved his life, and now? patrick had you. he walked in on both of you on the kitchen.

thankfully he walked in before you and him could do more than kissing. but still. patrick had his hands on you, his hands. on YOU.

"are you fucking serious right now?" he had kicked patrick away after a few punches. he doesn't quite remember how, or why, but seeing you moan and squirm against patrick the same way used to do with him set him off. he has you pinned to the bed currently, his hand gripping your jaw in a bruising grip.

"patrick? really?" he grits out before looking at your neck. "you're all marked up. what a fucking-" he pushes you deeper into bed before getting off you. "i give you everything, EVERYTHING you could fucking ask for." he's pacing around infront of the bed. he looks so distraught, but also so angry in a way that you're scared he might hit you.

"he lives off his fucking truck!" he screams. you flinch. you never heard him scream, atleast not at you. "i-i know i dont know why i just-" he cups your jaw again, bringing it to him. "you like how stupid and pathetic he looks? yeah? when i given you everything and more. other girls would KILL to be with me." he chuckles, cupping your cheeks. "was i not good enough?" his words sound more quieter, but not softer.

"i just-" you stutter, and he shuts you up with a kiss. "get on your fucking knees." he whispers as he takes his pants off in one swing. you bite your lip while kneeling down infront of him. the memory of patrick having his hands on you grossed you out after the aftermath. you messed up, bad.

so now you had make up for it. you rest your cheek against his knee, whimpering. he softens up slightly, very slightly. his fingers rubbing your cheek before he fists your hair, pressing your face against his bulging cock. "can you feel it?" you nod. "that's the only thing that will ever go inside of you. ONLY THING." you started softly stroking him, gazing up at him. "do you understand? say you understand." "i-i understand."

"now suck." he tilts his head slightly, gently easing your mouth on him but not really forcing you into anything. he sighs at the feeling of your warm mouth on him. your eyes tearing up at the feeling of your throat getting filled up. "i really dont understand, baby. he's not much of an upgrade for me." he hums while brushing your hair off your face so he can see your plump lips wrapping around his cock. "i mean, him? really? how easy can you be."

you whimper at his words and at his cock constricting your breath. "i really thought you loved me." he frowned softly, but it didnt look genuine. it looked more taunting than anything. "i did so, so much for you to notice me in college. and now that i have you," he grabs your hand, squeezing it almost painfully to show off the wedding ring. "i wont lose you to a pathetic excuse like a man like him."

that's when u broke. tears running down your cheeks as you pull away from him. whispering desperate 'im sorrys' and 'i dont know what happened'. usually he would feel bad, but he likes seeing you cry. likes seeing you disgusted in yourself. just so he could put you back together. "oh my baby," he hoists you up into his lap, gently cradling you. big hands rubbing against your ass and hip.

"its okay." he put on a sweet voice, but in reality he had a big smirk on his face. "its okay baby, i forgive you. we gotta work on who you talk to tho, okay?" he loved this. he loved how you nodded, how your hands curled around his side. "from now on you're only talking to me. no more going out...no more girls nights. just you and me."

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