u/leonofanorlondo

What does it mean to you, exactly? How do you define it? Is it outright healthy or unhealthy? A mixture, perhaps depending on execution?

I know you need the reassurance. You need someone who can always be there to say the right thing, someone to help you get off of your feet when you're feeling down. Someone to remind you of just how beautiful you really are. Someone who MEANS it. It doesn't matter that you don't believe me. I don't care that I just had to remind you of this a few hours ago. I will systematically work this truth into your brain for as long as I need to. You're my muse after all. I want to tattoo my words down your arm so you never forget the truth of your gracefulness. "You Are The Most Beautiful." If you saw yourself as beautifully as I did, by even a fraction, you would never doubt how stunning you are ever again. You're my princess, my goddess, my very reason for being. You are the most beautiful girl, from looks, to heart, to mind, to soul, that a man could ever ask for.

The fantasy is tantalizing. The taste of you is so close, almost on the tip of my tongue. The scent of you is addicting. I've been going to department stores just trying to find what perfume you wear. If I found it, I'd buy it instantly no matter the cost, and spray my sheets with it religiously. Seeing you is enthralling. My heart races as I watch you from a distance, studying your movements, looking for the moments when you're at your most vulnerable so I can take you away from it all. I'll turn your life into a personal paradise. I want to give myself to you, fully, and without restraint. I want you to be mine.

Obviously not someone who is yandere 24/7, because that would be unhealthy. But maybe someone who could put on such a personality in the moment if it was appropriate. A consensual, risk aware, and well communicated yandere dynamic sounds... phenomenal to me~ Possession, blood, knife play, bondage... all used for the SPECIFIC purpose of ruthlessly claiming another human being.

(For the record, I'd want to be the yandere <3)

I ask because I feel like one can express obsessive love without the yandere part. I don't need murderous intentions in order to feel obsessed with you. It's just the murderous intentions can spice things up nicely.

You can turn your brain off. You're safe here, with me <3

You're the exact flavor of poison I can't help but drink. You challenge me just the way I like. You, this stunning woman I can't quite figure out. So secretive, yet so sure. Communicative, confident, so ready to say "no". By the moon, women who can say "no" drive me insane. I never buckle for anyone, yet I've only just met you, and you made me buckle. You don't even seem to be ill intentioned. You're just... mysterious.

You have me panting like the rabid wolf I am, wondering what to make of you, wondering what we'll do. All I ask is you keep it this exciting. Give me more reason to give chase. Let me hunt, and when I've caught you, let me relish in the taste of your flesh~

Ff-fff-fuck~

Is it weird that sometimes I prefer biting over kissing? I just wanna bite you.

I drive a 2015 ML350. It's incredibly comfortable, it has great seat warmers, it's reliable, it's black, there's room for me and all my boys... It's just an all round amazing car. It ain't an AMG, but it's my pride and joy. Hopefully one day I can own an AMG, but I think if I ever got rid of this car, I'd miss her so much. Her name is Maxxine.

Also, I thought I'd show off my dad's g-wagon. I take it to meets at my university once in a while. Hot take: German V8s sound better than American ones. Fight me!

It's one thing for me to fantasize about expressing my more obsessive side. It's another when someone tells me they want it.

I'm very close with this girl who I call my "companion" (we don't like the term "fwb"). We like each other, a lot, and she lets me do all sorts of things that'd probably raise some eyebrows with even full on couples. Her back is scarred from my claw marks. I leave bite marks all over her all the time. Sometimes I'll just bite her in public. I have her on life360 too, so I can even stalk her if I want to (she loves it when I do that). Sometimes I'll just sneak up on her on our university campus, tracking her down to greet her when she comes out of a lecture hall and cover her in kisses in front of everyone, or surprise her with a treat in the library, or I'll even just... follow her~ Watch her from a distance and stalk her between classes, only to send her a photo I took of her from several feet away. It makes me miss school being in session.

I know she wants it. She consents to it all, knowing exactly what I plan on doing, any risks involved, and so on. Knowing that my prey wants to be hunted makes the hunt far more satisfying than it possibly could be otherwise.

And so there you are, in the palm of my hand. Cradled, without a chance to escape. Just let me trap you here, right here in my arms, yeah? Don't you want to be safe? Don't you want to be held? Don't you want to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are wanted? Don't act like you don't want this. Don't behave as if you don't want me to lock you away where only I can reach you. You don't need anybody else. You're MINE. You aren't going to go anywhere.

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They say the things you own end up owning you. My most prized possession, you own my heart more than you'll ever know. You're my inescapable dream, a fantasy so heavenly that, if it were to end, I would be destroyed. You've hijacked the very concept of beauty to me. Colors look less vibrant, instruments sound less in tune, and sensations lack any meaning, until suddenly you're there, and everything clicks into focus. You are so much more stunning than anything else I have ever processed with any of my senses. My very life is only beautiful if you're there in it. You form my foundational perception of the concept of beauty. Without you, the world would simply cease to be beautiful.

Yes, this is my story about street racing furries, but STICK WITH ME HERE. It's gonna be cool and fun, trust. There's eurobeat and tōge racing.

You in? Fuck yeah.

I would love to eventually get an actual artist to make art for me, but I'll need the money for that first. AI is dumb, but quite cheap, so I've made some references with it (posting on my profile). In the meantime, here's the story's synopsis, and some quick character bios! (These are just some of the main cast. More to come soon!).

Synopsis: Leonidas Rennfahrer is the fastest street racer in his entire town, and he's run out of money. He owes money to an abusive mob boss who never quite feels the debt has been paid, and with a 21 race win streak on his local mountain pass, almost nobody will race him for money anymore. As he's running out of options, an opportunity from a bizarre source changes everything...

Leonidas Rennfahrer: A living phenom of driving, Leon is a wolf who has to balance stealing supercars for his mob boss' supercar chop shop, and his unbreakable passion for racing. A hedonistic womanizer, this cocky fucker's ego writes checks that his body isn't always able to cash. What's with the mask? You'll have to read to find out...

Big Raymond: Outgoing, friendly, and charming, Big Raymond is an alligator, and Akuma's community pillar. He coordinates with police, and the local populace, to schedule racing events every weekend. He promotes them like boxing matches, and when it's all over, he throws a killer after party.

Kumiko Hoshino: A former racing engineer with Nissan's dominant R32, and Leon's closest thing to a parental figure, Kumiko is a fox, and a genius at working on cars. When she isn't taking apart stolen supercars, she's playing soft, psychedelic rock on her electric guitar (Pink Floyd, anyone?)

Sergeant Terry: This no nonsense police sergeant is a draught horse, and a member of the Street District Elite Patrol, an elite police patrol in tuned up undercover cars that makes our world's GSP seem sweet by comparison. The story literally opens with him pulling a pit manuever on a Ferrari at over 200mph. He knows Leon is up to all sorts of criminal activity, and is desperate to prove it and put the wolf behind bars.

Fun fact: I am 22,000 words deep into this project. This first book (of a potential trilogy) would come out in about 12 parts. I am currently estimating the finished story would be longer than the first two Harry Potter books combined. It's all more or less already planned. I just need to get it all on paper. It will include 5 main mountain pass races, 5 stolen supercars, bonus races, and a built in eurobeat soundtrack!

Whether you want someone to obsess over, or you want someone obsessed with you, here's to hoping you find exactly what you're looking for, and that you can continue to grow as a lover, communicator, and person.

You got this!!!

Don't act as if you have a choice in the matter. You. You and your soft skin, your gentle eyes, your voice like a perfect harmony. It's not my fault you are so addictive. It's not my fault that I feel like without you, I cannot even breathe. This is all entirely because of you.

What is it that makes you obsessed with someone in the first place? How do you demonstrate it?

Personally, I find my obsession manifests with those who challenge me. The type of girl (and such) who knows how to get me to chase, run me ragged till I'm about to break, and then swoop in before I snap to reward me for my troubles. I get clingy, I get needy, I can even get a bit jealous (something I usually don't feel). My desires become more intense. I get mood swings, with elation from attention and frustration from the lack of it. I suddenly find myself a puppet to their desires. My willingness to pursue acts of romance and lust multiply in potency and longevity. It's a rare feeling for me, one that is both enthralling and terrifying.

I want to feel that again.

There is no point in running.

I know everything about you. I know where you live. I know the little things that push your buttons and make you tick. I know how beautiful your breathing is when you're asleep. I could even track you by scent if I wanted to. I catch whiffs of you when I follow you to your class.

You know I'm stalking you too. You don't see me, but you do feel me. I'm a looming presence that always seems to get just a bit closer, while staying out of your reach. Don't you worry, prey thing. You won't be able to try to stop me until it's too late, when my teeth are digging into your skin, when my claws are dragging along your flesh, when my arm is wrapped around your neck from behind and squeezing your arteries until your vision goes black.

Struggle all you like. I need this, and frankly, I know you like it.

TLDR: I don't want an obsessed girl (necessarily). For once in my life, I want to be the one with a deep, carnal, insatiable craving for the woman that has caught my eye, and I want to learn how to temper that into a sustainable flame.

My name is Leon. I'm 21 years old, and I have a problem.

I rarely feel obsessive. Don't run now. Let me explain. I WANT to feel that obsession. I've been in 2 serious relationships, and I feel like in both my partner wanted me more than I could ever want them. I kept promises, I made things work, but I just couldn't muster that deep unbearable CRAVING I hear people talk about here. That desire to have somebody no matter the cost, that uncontrollable feeling of need. I've maybe only felt it a couple of times, and those times just didn't work out.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm not enough, that no matter how hard I try I just haven't gotten to experience loving so hard that I have to fight back that obsession to not overwhelm them. I want to feel bat shit crazy for a girl, yet finding a girl I feel that chemistry for is just so difficult. The only times I've ever experienced it are with girls who challenge me, girls who push my buttons and make me chase just enough before I can claim my prize. The kind of woman who makes an otherwise dominant man like me buckle and kneel, groveling and whining for her to just let me get closer.

I want to be clear about what I mean now when I say obsession. I am aware it's a dangerous thing. I am aware that it has caused some of you to hurt the ones you love, and do things that are unhealthy. I suppose what I want is to conquer that. I want to fall in love, truly and deeply, and I want to learn how to manage that love to ensure my partner can still live the free, independent, self-determined life that they deserve. I don't want to glorify toxicity, or mental illness, or anything like that. Sure, one can have fantasies while admitting they would be terrible if turned into true reality, but I think there are too many men here who say they want someone obsessive without knowing what that means.

Personally, I don't consider myself a car guy. Just a guy who really likes cars. But I thought I'd throw some of my favorites in here to see what people think. I'm always happy to learn. :)

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Lancia 037 Stradale (my current dream car)

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Ferrari F2004 (favorite F1 car)

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Porsche 928 (my father's project car)

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Mercedes AMG-GTR Black Series

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Slantnose Porsche 911

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Ryosuke Takahashi's Mazda RX7 FC