Side Story - Unwelcoming Touches

heyyy I was wondering when ur gonna update infatuation// if you are? just checking n stuff!

BTW I LOVE YOUR WRITING OMGGGGGGGGG

Im not entirely sure, but it’s a work in progress I’ll tell you that. I’ve been busy with finals and all that— but I assure you the series isn’t abandoned!

Ackkk— Thanks!

Lowkey think about restarting gon Tumblr, like with a new account and everything tbh. if I do it probably be when I come back officially.

It’s all up to you, if you feel like you need a fresh new start by all means do it!

Naruto Masterlist

This masterlist solely focuses on (male characters) Naruto related fics. You can find all of my writings for Naruto here

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→ Kakashi Hatake

Headcanons of yandere Kid Kakashi

Headcanons of yandere Academy Kakashi

Headcanons of yandere Anbu Kakashi

Headcanons of yandere Adult Kakashi

Asking For A Divorce - coming soon

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→ Sakumo Hatake

Asking for a Divorce - coming soon

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Headcanons of Yandere Anbu Tenzo/Yamato

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→ Iruka Umino

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→ Naruto Uzumaki

Hi are you continuing your infatuation series or it it finished? I love it!

The series is still not finished so I am planning to continue writing about it! However, I haven’t uploaded the new chapter because I was hit with writers block

The Redemption of Earl Nottingham

#SYNPOSIS . Unable to stand your husband any longer you decide to flee from him

#WARNING(S) . Controlling husband, possessiveness, character death, arranged marriage, violence, brief description of blood.

#CHARACTER(S) . Earl Nottingham

How did it end up like this?

Being confined to your own chambers like a child while your husband belittled you for entertaining the advances of men. You were innnocent and yet your husband believed the words of others. As a woman of virtue and a married one at that— it appalled you that your husband would dare think of you as a harlot. At the end of your argument you were left with a ghostly complexion and your husband seething in rage.

You cried and yelled for him to let you out or for anyone to release you. But there was no response, only the echoes of your own pleas bouncing off the walls. No one would help you, having no source of companionship— not that you had any before. Seeing as how your husband has refrained you from attending any social events. It was just you and the various amount of books stacked in their shelf. When your had ran out of tears only a simmering fury threatened to erupt underneath your skin. You had vowed there and than, to refuse and be kept as a prisoner. How dare he act like a husband! For years he had ignored your very precense in this manor and now he believes he has some say over you?

And so what if you did entertain that mans advances?! He was kind, handsome and an honorable man. How could you not? When your husband could barley hold a torch against him. And now— he dare to act in such a manner? You raged— oh how you raged. You had been treated unfairly your whole life you couldn't bare it any longer. You would leave this manor and forsake this accursed marriage. It was a scandalous decision— but not one you would think twice.

The soft tap on the door broke your sense of thoughts, creaking open revealing a maid holding a tray, “ I have brought you lunch, madam “ the maid announced, her voice was devoid of any warmth. Before the maid could offer the tray, you had pushed her aside. Startled, the maid stumbled back, bewildered by your act of aggression. You hurried past her without a word, leaving the maid standing in the corridor. Your footsteps echoed loudly against the polished floor— not that you cared. You were leaving this mansion and for good. Suddenly, your husband appeared at the end of the corridor where they connected with the stairs leading down towards the front door— towards freedom. His eyes were ablaze with anger as he intercepted your path.

Your husband— Ian Nottingham, stood tall and imposing. His dark disheveled hair fell slightly around his angular face, framing his green eyes with an ominous look. His scar traced a jagged path on his left cheek— a reminder of the battle he fought and the wounds that have left him scarred. In the years, you've been married to him not once did you fully look at him. He was a terrifying man— with unpredictable behavior; he would throw fits of anger that shook the manor whole. His brows were furrowed into creases, adding into the intensity of his gaze. His jaw was set in a firm line, betraying the conflict within him.

“What?” His voice rumbled with venom. “Do you find me even more repulsive up close? Hmm?” Fury twisted his face as he spat the words. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly, causing you to cry out in pain from his rough handling. His imposing frame loomed over you, the flickering candles casting ominous shadows on his face. He was terrifying, “Is that why you were unfaithful? Was the baron so charming? Did that snake promise you eternal love?” he snarled, shaking your wrist violently.

With tears in your eyes, you shouted, “Think of it however you want!” You pulled at your wrist, struggling fiercely against his grip. His jaw locked, “No matter what you do to try to change this, dearest, you are still my wife in the eyes of both men and heaven, and I your husband “

It felt as if the world was shattering around you. Husband? How dare he call himself that? He had spent an eternity ignoring you—the same man who took you to the altar and made vows. “My husband? Do you really have the right to call yourself that? You never treated me as a wife! This marriage is over!”

Anger twisted his face into a contorted mask of rage, his green eyes flashing with a volatile mix of fury and jealousy. His jaw clenched so tightly it seemed like it might shatter, and his nostrils flared as if struggling to contain a storm within. His brows drew together into a dark scowl, the muscles in his forehead bunching in a way that made his anger almost palpable. Every line in his face seemed to deepen with the intensity of his emotions, reflecting not just a burning anger but also a bitter, jealous hurt that cut deeper than any physical blow. The very air around him seemed to crackle with his overwhelming sense of fury and resentment.

“Did you truly love him?” he demanded, his voice cold and harsh. It felt like speaking to a wall; his rage was the only thing driving him now. His grip on your wrist tightened to the point of pain, and you could feel the bruising pressure already forming, “ Ow! Let go!” you cried out, struggling against his unyielding hold, “ You cannot escape me! Even in death you shall not leave! Even if this cursed manor collapsed around us!”

Straining to free yourself from his iron grip, you felt a deepening frustration with each desperate tug. “Why are you doing this to me?!” you demanded, your voice breaking with a mix of anger and hurt. “What did I ever do to you?!” The resentment in your voice was palpable, each word a testament to the pain and bewilderment of feeling so unjustly targeted. You managed to break free from his grasp, quickly gathering the sides of your dress in your hands as you hurried away. Glancing back over your shoulder, you shouted, “I refuse to stay here any longer! I can’t spend the rest of my life trapped here like a ghost!”

“You can’t keep me her—!” you yelled, but as you rushed down, your foot had slipped on the edge of the stairs. Instantly, the world tilted as you lost your balance. A cold dread filled your chest as time seemed to stretch, and you felt yourself falling. Each step hit with a jarring thud, and the sharp, unforgiving edges of the stairs seemed to blur together. Finally, you crashed onto the floor below with a heavy thump, pain radiating through your body. The force of the impact left you gasping for breath, your vision momentarily darkening as you lay sprawled, disoriented and bruised. The room seemed to spin around you as you tried to regain your senses, each breath coming in ragged gasps.

A warm trickle of blood began to flow underneath your sprawled hair, staining the floor beneath you. The room swam around you as you lay sprawled, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the sharp pain, and you struggled to catch your breath, the darkness closing in at the edges of your vision.

The last thing you saw, was your husband crying out in anguish. Sobbing uncontrollably, hands clutching his face, eyes wide and frantic as he called your name over and over.

A smile crept across your lips.

You suppose you can find some solace in that—if your life, given in exchange for freedom, caused even a single moment of despair for him. That’s enough to ease your soul.

Manhwa Masterlist

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The Villainous is a Marionette

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Being a Concubine Headcanons

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Happy birthday

I didn't expect anyone to congratulate me, I was really surprised!

Thank you :)!

Side Story— Punishment

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#SYNOPSIS— you’ve ignored a direct order from Quaritch.

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon/noncon, smut, older man/younger woman, age gap, voyeurism(?) spanking, pussy spanking,

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch,

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You teeth gnawed at your lip, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. Your hair was tussled and tangled from the harsh yank you received from the Colonel. It was to your displeasure that Quaritch had found out you were planning to leave with the science pukes. He had specifically told you, under no circumstances would you go. A direct order from him— and you deliberately went against him. You quieted down your sobs, breath hitching as you gazed up at him. His icy blue gaze pierced through your soul, a swirl of emotions in them. He was disappointed in you— he was furious to keep seeing you choose others instead of him.

Wasn’t he kind to you? Wasn’t he wonderful to you? He used his own rank to give you but the best of things, oh you wanted steak for dinner? He would order it for you, oh you wanted a nice silk blouse? He would provided it for you. He did everything for you. And yet you do things like these— actions that go against him. But nothing he won’t able to straighten up, you needed a firm hand to keep you in your place. It was the only way you would learn.

His eyes narrowed, he would be lying if he said you weren’t a pretty sight. Puffy swollen lips, flushed face and bright doe glistening eyes, Oh— and the cherry on top? Your blouse ripped and strained from his prowess. A reminder of his brutal strength and the power he had over you. He gripped onto your forearm dragging you towards his desk uncaring of your unbalanced steps. He slammed you down, pressing a flat palm on your back.

❝ Quaritch please— ❞ your begging had gone ignored, he refused to even entertain your pathetic cries. He won’t be swayed by your begging or whimpering; if anything it might just make his cock hard but it certainly won’t get you out of this punishment. ❝ Not another word you brat— not a single word ❞ he hissed through clenched teeth. You struggled against his grasp but not once did he budge. ❝ Quaritch! ❞ you pleaded, hiccuping as you felt his hands wander down toward your ass. With a firm grip on your skirt he brought down the fabric ❝ You wanted to act like brat? You’ll be treated like a brat ❞

His hands groped your flesh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb ❝ It’s my fault really— spoiled you too much. But don’t worry, daddy will fix that attitude of yours ❞ He left a quick pat on your ass, fingers fumbling with his belt. A wave of dread washed over you, the clinking of a belt buckle unlatching was the only residing sound. ❝ No!— Stop— Stop! Don’t you dare!— ❞ SMACK-! You let out a cry of pain feeling the sting of leather land painfully on your ass. The pain had shot up your spine, your legs kicking helplessly.

Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, SMACK-! Your body jolted forward another cry of pain leaving your lips. The leather rested where it had landed— a threat. Your body racked with sobs as you continued to wail in pain. You struggled against him trying to slip away from his painful grip ❝ Quit yer’ moving!— damnit! ❞ the belt slipped from his fingers adding further damage to his anger. Curling his lips up into a snarl, he reared his hand back landing a painful hit on your ass. The force caused the flesh of your ass to ripple from the impact. You screamed out in pain, another batch of fresh tears bursting from your eyes. Your ass felt like it was on fire and Quaritch showed no signs of letting up. Humiliation and shame washed over you, you’ve never expected to be punished like a child

His cruelty knew no bounds, he would deliberately target the same spot he’s hit over and over again; refusing to wait for the throbbing pain to die down before he struck again. ❝Please—Stop quaritch! It hurts—! ❞ His wicked assaults continued, ❝Maybe next time you’ll think your actions through— ❞ He spat out in frustration, landing another painful smack on your ass. Your body wracked with an onslaught of tears and sobs. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout the room. His hands were brutal as they hit your reddening cheeks again and again. You screamed and sobbed out in pain, unable to restrain yourself from begging him to stop. To please— stop He ignored your chocked up cries.

The faintest ghost of a cruel smile touched his lips, he enjoyed hearing your pitiful cries. Quaritch took a step back, gazing at the appreciated sight in front of him. His pretty girl bent over with fresh markings decorating your ass. His eyes narrowed dangerously, eyeing the way your feet shuffle uncomfortably. Unaware of the proactive view you’re giving him, your hips jerked in surprise feeling his fingers creep closer to your cunt. Your breath hitched, hips wiggling to stray from his touch. You shook like a leaf dreading what’s to come ❝ Quaritch ❞ you cried out, ❝ please, don’t ❞

His fingers pressed against your covered cunt, his thumb circled your weeping hole. Quaritch sucked in a breath, pleasantly surprised to feel your cunt dripping. Poor thing— it was begging to be touched, to be full of him. SMACK—! He landed a solid hit on your clit, your thighs buckled unexpectedly. A sob tore through your throat as your body trembled in agony. He drew his hand back— ❝ Colonel? It’s me Corporal Wainfleet, Parker wants to have a word with you ❞ Paying no mind to the continuous knocking on his door, Quaritch pulled aside your underwear; ❝ Colonel? ❞ the knocking continued. His fingers brushed against your clit, rolling it between his fingers even going as far as pinching it cruelly.

❝ Colonel? ❞ The knocking continue, progressing onto louder bangs. Quaritch let out a ‘tsk’ annoyed that he was being interrupted. Scowling, he drew his hand leaving you weeping cunt drooling for attention. Amongst your small pitiful cries you could hear Quaritch getting annoyed by Lyles persistent in going to see Parker. It didn’t take long to convince him to go, implicating that Parker was ready to unleash another tantrum when things weren’t going right. The door was slammed shut, Quaritch was gone leaving you alone in his office. You sniffled through your tears, body trembling as pain coursed throughout your body.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand up on your shaking legs, residing to staying still on the desk. You don’t know how long you stayed like that— seconds, minutes— maybe hours but in the end you were left to your own devices, choosing to wallow in your humiliation.

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OBSESSED OVER HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— Headcanons + scenario on Recom Quaritch obsessing over his ex! lover

#WARNING(S)— dark quaritch(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, implications of noncon/dubcon, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Colonel Miles Quaritch

He couldn’t help but have a large grin on his face. You were back with him— back to where you were supposed to be. He would watch you like a hawk through the mirror; you were placed in a confinement similar to his son. Oh— he could stare at you for hours if he could. It was only until later that he managed to calm himself down. He was angsty and nervous; he wondered how you would feel about him— about his differences. But it wouldn’t matter, you’ll see he’s just like the man before him— if not better.

When he is face to face with you he nearly collapsed onto his knees. His hands trembled as he handed you the dog tag of the original Colonel Miles. He watched with anticipation as you took it; would you accept it? Would you accept this piece of remembrance towards the man you loved? It would give him hope if you did. To see that you cared for that man— that you care for him. That this relationship you have with him can still be salvaged. His heart nearly stopped when you chucked the dog tag across the room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you glared at him.

Anger coursed through his veins. No— no, you weren’t suppose to act like that. You were suppose to cry and wallow in grief over his death. You were suppose to sob and beg for forgiveness over your betrayal towards him. You were suppose to cling to him— it was wrong. His anger only amplified when you began screaming at him, throwing chairs at him. You lashed your anger out on him— why? Why was he to blame? It was your fault! All of it— he could of had a nice family with you. He could of been in his sons life— he could of married you! It was your fault. Everything is your fault— it’s because of you that he has these pesky emotions. It’s because of you that he can’t sleep at night— and you! Oh— you are going to pay for it; starting right now.

He would ignore your screams of protest as he caged you between his arms. He spent hours, days, weeks— months dreaming of you and to waste such a promising opportunity? He wouldn’t have that— no, he’ll take full advantage of it. His thirst for you will finally be quenched.

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No matter how hard your tried to wiggle away from him or how much your legs kicked you were pinned under him. His lips crashed into yours in a desperate manner. You shook your head from side to side but he chased after you, swallowing your sobs and whines. He glanced down, he wondered what you thought of him. Where you thinking of how desperate he is for you? Realizing that he longed only for you. He’d do just about anything for you— anything to make you see that he is alike to your ex lover. He’ll never let you go— no. Now that he has you in his arms he’ll make sure you’ll never step a foot outside.

His exhale was shaky, his nose buried into your collarbone, inhaling your scent. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, can you tell his desperation for you? He wore the same face of the man you once loved and cherished in the past. Yet you couldn’t bare yourself to look at him, your lover never looked like that— he was human; not Navi. He would speak in a tongue dripping with honey, tone brimming with love that he held for you. But his eyes— they’re yellow. How frightening they are— your lover had blue eyes; the type that you would describe midwinter. Frosty and cold yet held such beauty in them. You turn away from him, he is not the man you loved. An imposter— a fake; His eyes were so alien.

You would shrink away, cringing in his embrace. He would try to gain your attention with familiar touches his predecessor once done but all that he gained was tears and a choked sob ❝You’re not— ❞ In less than a second his soft caressing turned harsh. He gripped your jaw tightly forcing you to look at him. Anger swirled in his eyes, ❝ I’m not what? I look like him— I talk like him— I have his memories! Why aren’t you happy with me like you were happy with him? Look at me! It’s me your suppose to be with! Your suppose to love me— me! It’s me!❞

His fist slammed against the table countless times. His tail flicking behind him in annoyance, clearly this level of intimacy wasn’t working, he’ll have to take it up a notch. He pursed his lips, head bobbing as he recalled old memories between you and his predecessor opening up to each other in an intimate level. Yeah— that’ll do. Without a second thought his fingers pulled the collar of shirt upwards dropping the garment. He’ll make you his, create new mementos with you so that’ll you’ll forget the past— so that you can get used to your new lover— to the new him.

I know I said I was leaving Tumblr for a while but...

i got 3 top stories coming out(when i actully come back to tumblr and wattpad)

I wish you roses

One-Sided

Demon Blood

and the third one is Recom Miles x one of my Navi ocs and a lil fun fact about her she is half ash and ash forest. and when her ash side comes into play (family and culture wise) it is wild like I've made up so much stuff for the ash navi in my head. (They are lowkey horrible people tbh) at least some parts but like when they all come out. ima have so much fun writing them.

Yes, if you wonder all of the books have at least a second book to them(maybe more ;)

Ackkk— I’m excited for the third one! Honestly, there’s not much work on Recom quaritch.

In the upcoming avatar movie they have said that the ‘ ash people ‘ would be ‘ evil ‘ so honestly having your character like that is really piquing mt curiosity and I can’t wait!