#wanting

[moonlitmourningjournal]

[feral-ballad]

Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Seduction theory”

[Text ID: “so let it be known when I want something I want more of it than usually exists.”]

[theeroticlover]

Amhmmm !!!You & me right now...

[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.

[mrjsworld]

[llaurvn]

he doesn’t say good morning.

he doesn’t say goodnight.

his silence tucks me in

and wakes me up

lonelier than i was the night before.

the “i love you”s

have started to fade

like something he’s said too many times,

or maybe never meant enough.

and still—

he looked at flights.

he said he wants me to come.

why?

why ask me to cross miles

when he won’t even meet me halfway in a text?

why plan to bring me close

when he doesn’t reach for me

when i’m already right here,

waiting?

i don’t understand.

i don’t understand

why someone would summon me

without showing he misses me.

why he’d offer distance a bridge

but let doubt build a wall.

maybe he wants the idea of me.

the comfort.

the company.

someone to fill the silence,

but not someone he’s willing to listen to.

maybe he likes having someone

but not loving someone.

not really.

not the way i need.

i don’t need a plane ticket.

i need effort.

devotion.

a reason to believe

that what i feel isn’t one-sided.

because i say good morning.

i say goodnight.

i love.

i hope.

i try.

and right now,

i don’t know if he ever did

or if he just liked being wanted.

i’m not asking for the world.

just to be seen

like i am his world.

but his love

feels like a map

with no directions,

just a place he thought he might go

if nothing else worked out.

[onyxedenfox]

Do you know what's really hot? Being wanted. Being desired to delirium.

When someone can't keep their eyes nor their hands off you. When they look at you like you hung the moon while you go about your day, and then like they want to eat you whole every time you smile, turn, or laugh. More hungry for you with every passing moment.

Using every opportunity they have to touch you, feel you, kiss you, hold you, be close to you. To tell you how much you are wanted, how gorgeous you look, how lovely you smell, how maddeningly you sound. Being vocal about every single thing they like and love about you any chance they get.

Send you text after text, describing in filthy detail all the nasty things they want to do with you. To then give voice messages and videos and notes, telling you how precious, and darling and treasured you are.

Press you against every surface they can, grinding against you, desperate for the warmth of your skin. Peeling off layer after layer, till you're bare for them, seeing you, aching for you, and they can't have their fill.

To take you in every way you want to be taken, and then marvel at the sight as you lay there, blissed and fucked out. To then pull down the covers, staring at where you're open and glistening, and kneel before you like a starving supplicant dying for a single sweet glorious taste. So you give in, and allow them to devour you alive. It's all you've ever wanted.

[feral-ballad]

Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “To G, after the party”

[Text ID: “I wonder / what it would have felt like to / have a choice, to choose love, / to hold anything with both hands. / It’a taken me this long / to say I want I want I want,”]

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !! Craving for your lips...

[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

[mrjsworld]

[screamingreflections]

Aristotle once said "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies" where does love go when one steals my soul, my heart, my will? Where is my love?

[fullofreveries]

[slowridedownhill]

how many lovers must I go through until I feel the same as when you simply laid your eyes on me?

[feral-ballad]

Katie Ford, from If You Have to Go: Poems; “All I ever wanted”

[Text ID: “all I ever wanted / was to sit by a fire with someone who wanted me in measure the same to my wanting. / To want to make a fire with someone, with you, was all.”]